My Alaska State driver's licence says Clarice McGinnis but you can call me Clare, since basically everybody does. I got a lot of stuff to do today. It's a busy week at Carleton University. We're in late March 2012 and this massive heat wave has struck the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the City of Anchorage, Alaska, but have been living in Canada for the past two years. Just an international student exploring life on the other side of the border. The City of Ottawa is the most boring town in the continent of North America, so a gal like me has to make her own fun. Fortunately for me, I'm fairly creative and never afraid to break into new territory.
I stand five feet three inches tall and weigh one hundred and seventeen pounds. I have short, spiky blonde hair, alabaster skin and pale blue eyes. When people meet me they always assume that I am soft and sweet. It's a side effect of being short and harmless-looking. If only people knew the real me. They might run in the opposite direction when they saw me coming. Tonight, I'm giving a certain African gentleman a taste of what I'm really like. Mohammed Amana was born in the City of Mogadishu in Somalia but raised in the City of Calgary, Province of Alberta. He's a second-year student at Carleton University. Like most Black men in North America, he's got a thing for blonde-haired and blue-eyed White women. Like moths to the proverbial flame they come to girls like me. And we irreversibly corrupt them.
Right now, Mohammed is lying completely naked at my feet. He's got his hands and feet tied, and his mouth is properly gagged. I look down at him, admiring my handiwork. Mohammed is bloody and beaten, just like a proper slave should be. I did all kinds of wicked things to him tonight. I like dominating men, and the occasional woman. However, the people that I dominate have to pose a challenge to me. Women tend to be harder to dominate than men, for some reason. I don't know why. The last woman I dominated was Anne Marie Birmingham. She was the same shade of brown as Mohammed here. Sure brings back some of my most cherishes memories as a dominatrix, ladies and gentlemen. In life, some people were made to dish it out and some were made to take it. I dish it out like it's free candy and I make no bones about it. I enjoy being cruel to my lovers, both male and female. I don't apologize for it. I make sure everybody knows who and what they're dealing with when they tangle with me.
I had a lot of fun with Mohammed the Somali bitch, as I said before. I tied him up, whipped him and sodomized him with a strap-on dildo. I enjoy dominating Black guys like Mohammed because they're so damn cocky and full of themselves. They all think they're tough shit and that as a short, blonde-haired White chick, I'm supposed to be meek and submissive. I wish someone would stop peddling that bullshit out there. You should have seen how I made Mohammed squeal while slamming my thick, vibrating dildo into his well-lubricated asshole. Just as I thought, the outwardly macho Black male was a pathetic little bitch once I had him tied up with a dildo up his ass. Yeah, he looked tough but he was a disappointment. I told him to shower and sent him on his way. What a disappointing session. I sat there, remembering one of my most interesting sessions. One that definitely did NOT disappoint.
