It was Saturday morning and Trisha had a rare day with no plans on the agenda. It was 10am and the sun's rays were streaming through her bedroom window when she awoke. Greg was, of course, out golfing, and her kids were out at their activities. This was an easy morning.
It had been 11 days since Trisha has spent that glorious night with James Hamilton, and she could not get him out of her head. With a mind teeming with thoughts of James, Trisha found herself completely distracted at work, asking students in her classes to repeat their questions as her mind wandered toward that night of slavedom in Toronto, even while she was lecturing on the history and politics of the two party system in the United States. Or while she was sitting in a faculty meeting discussing the curriculum. Or when she would meet with students in her office to go over the outlines for their papers. Or when she would cook dinner for her family. Or when she would put on her shoes in the morning.
Simply, Trisha was not going to get James Hamilton out of her head any time soon.
As if automatically, Trisha found herself in that moment going into the bottom drawer of her dresser and taking out her vibrator. She plugged it in next to her bed, laid down, put the head of it up against herself, and started replaying the events of her blissful evening with James in her head.
The smile that emanated from his gorgeous, dark face when he greeted her in the hotel lobby. The way her stomach dropped upon reading James' naughty instructions to her when she entered the bedroom of the hotel suite. The way he tied her to the bed, gently, firmly, and seductively. His cock. His enormous cock pressing against her lips ...
buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz
Within no more than two minutes, Trisha had achieved a fully satiating climax. Dreaming of the man that she was completely obsessed with. Her master, professional "sexual relationship coach," James Hamilton.
***
In logging into her online banking account on her laptop later that morning, Trisha found that the credit account for her Bank of America visa card was in fine shape. She had over $16,000 of credit and a balance of less than $3,000. The minimum payment was less than $100 a month. No problems.
Trisha opened up a new tab on the laptop. And without being able to control her behavior at all, she found herself looking up the website for James Hamilton. Her computer remembered this site, a fact that made Trisha feel both delighted and disconcerted at the same time. She was playing with fire, and she knew it. But she simply had to see James again.
Trisha had two trips to Toronto slated within the next four weeks, so she figured that booking another romantic night with James would be completely feasible.
Before hitting the scheduling tab, Trisha found herself perusing James' photo gallery. It was more extensive than last time she'd been here, and she found herself completely captivated. A white middle-aged woman (with her facial identity, of course, blurred via Photoshop) was down on the ground on all fours with a collar and leash, being held with authority by a towering James Hamilton, who was standing fully nude—like a Greek god, she thought.
This particular photo, in fact, was pretty prototypical. She found dozens of other pics featuring all kinds of women soliciting James' love.
Interestingly, seeing all of these women with James didn't make Trisha feel jealous in the slightest. To her surprise, these photos made her want James even more. Look at how much pleasure he was bringing to all of these women. Think about what an incredible service he was providing. Think about how many women he brought from the gutter to the apex in terms of their passionate lives.
Plus, seeing all of these women in such subservience to James was a real turnon for Trisha. The man that she had been with so intimately was so highly valued among women who were just like she was in so many ways. It was as if he was a king or a lord. This thought got Trisha so hot as she scrolled on.
Suddenly, Trisha found something that stopped her in her tracks. It was another naughty photo. But this one was different. It included more than just James and another middle-aged woman. This one had some bells and whistles. In fact, this one had not one, but two additional men involved. All demographically similar to James: large, black, and muscular. And they were having her at the same time, in the most compromising of ways, in fact. Trisha's eyes widened. She found herself zooming in on this particular photo, studying every pixel intently.
Trisha gasped while just sitting there at the computer. Truth told, Trisha had, on more than one occasion, fantasized about being with multiple men at the same time. But this was, she'd always told herself, just a fantasy. Something that could never possibly truly happen in her actual life. Seeing this photo gave her pause. She started to rethink what her future sexual adventures might hold. She shuddered, staring intently at this incredibly sexy photo. Trisha was, without any control at all, imagining that she was the woman in the photo.
***
"Off to Toronto for a few days to meet with some faculty and administrators. Let me know if you three need anything," Trisha said in the kitchen to her husband and kids the following Monday morning.
"Bye mom! We'll miss you," her son 13-year-old son and 15-year-old daughter replied in synchrony.
Greg stood up to see Trisha to her car. His attempt to kiss her goodbye was met with a splash of awkwardness. In reality Trisha was on her way to see James, and she was not interested in thinking about Greg for a single second at this point.
***
The dean at the university in Toronto was, as always, thrilled to greet Trisha and to welcome her into his conference room. He smiled, shook her hand vigorously, and asked her to sit in the seat right next to his. She always was made to feel so welcomed by her colleagues in Toronto, a nice change from the monotony of her work at her university in Connecticut.
The meeting actually went better than Trisha could have imagined. Trisha presented a plan to bring 20 political science students a year, starting next all, to take a full academic year of classes in Toronto. Further, the program was designed to be an even exchange, with 20 political science students from Toronto slated to study with Trisha and her colleagues in Connecticut for that same duration.
The faculty and administrators were thrilled with the program that Trisha had presented, applauding genuinely after she showed her last slide.
"I will have to talk with the administrators at your university, Trisha, but it sounds like we'll be able to put in a plan to launch this program in Fall upcoming and we can pilot it for three years and see how it goes from there," said the dean.
Under normal conditions, this news would have made Trisha's day. She loved her work and she loved bringing international opportunities to students. But with her new little Toronto-based "hobby," she literally was beyond excited. Without being able to control her mind at all, seemingly, the very first thought that Trisha had at this point was that she'd now be able to see her James even more regularly. She smiled at the naughtiness of this thought. She then quickly switched gears.
"That's terrific, Dean McEwan. I will let our administrators know and we will work on the details. We are looking forward to a strong partnership between our universities," Trisha said.
It was 4:00 on a Wednesday and Trisha felt that her work was, at least for the moment, done here. Plus, more importantly, she had some "plans" for later that evening.
"Trisha, we'll be heading out to Lombardi's in Little Italy this evening to celebrate. We can pick you up at your hotel at about 6:00. Sound OK?" asked the dean.
