"I finally know your secret, bitch," Landon Cadbury said to himself as he looked at the Profile on the Ottawa Back Pages. The leather-clad, blonde-haired woman appeared to be in her fifties, wielding a whip and stroking a strap-on dildo. The message advertised the services of Mistress Lorna, supposedly the top Professional dominatrix in the Ottawa capital region. Top witch is more like it, Landon thought angrily.
Landon could have cared less about that description, for he'd just recognized his bitchy Professor, Lena Nestor, in spite of her mask. How he utterly despised that annoying White bitch who thought she knew absolutely everything. At a racially diverse school like Carleton University, Landon found it hard to believe that Professor Lena Nestor's views were tolerated. The witch often spoke of male patriarchy as if it were a disease, and thought all Black men as victims of society. Such a racist and treacherous witch!
"I have you now," Landon said, and the big and tall, conservative-minded young Black man sat back in his chair, rubbing his hands together as he began printing the page off the web. To Landon, Professor Lena Nestor was simply the enemy. The fact that, according to her Facebook Profile, she was married to a Black dude named Vincent somebody and had a mixed-race son meant absolutely nothing. Landon could care less about the Professor's private life, it was her moralizing and grandstanding that pissed him off...
Professor Lena Nestor was a hypocrite of the worst kind. Always talking about women as if they were an oppressed group when they were in fact the majority on college and university campuses across North America. This bitch had to be destroyed, for the crime of talking down to male students of all shades, both minorities and Whites, and also for being a feminist witch who thought she knew everything. Oh yes, soon Landon would expose her dirty little secret, then watch her fake world crumble...
On that particular morning, Lena Nestor, author and Professor emeritus, woke up with a sense of dread that had nothing to do with the cold which gripped the City of Ottawa like an icy fist. The beauty of wintertime Ontario had definitely been overplayed by the naturists and the romantics. Lena Nestor, who'd been born in the environs of Jacksonville, Florida, sorely missed her hometown.
"The things we do for love," Lena whispered to herself as she looked at her husband Vincent Moreau, who slumbered still. Groaning, Lena looked out the bedroom window, to see that outside, the snow blanketed everything. It was going to be tough driving to Carleton University in the south end of Ottawa to teach her eleven o'clock class on Race & Gender In the North American Context.
Controversial topics were brought up in class all the time by passionate students, and Lena would have been surprised if it were otherwise. This year's crop of students was positively refreshing. Thirty four in total. Nineteen females. Fifteen males. Thirteen Whites. Seven Blacks. Three Arabs. Four Chinese. Three Latinos. One First Nations student. Quite the diversity indeed. Lena was fond of racial diversity in the classroom. It made for interesting discussions.
To Lena, the students were a boundless source of fascination and at times complete and utter consternation. Some of the students irked her with their thinly veiled bigotry, like Landon, the annoying guy from Toronto, Ontario, who thought that males were discriminated against. Some were confusing, like Pooja, the young, female-bodied Indian who insisted on being called they. Others amused her with their misguidedness, like Troy Brown, the tall, handsome African American student from Detroit, Michigan, who wore a certain red hat to class. Such a wonderful world, that of a teacher...
Lena Nestor got up, and then headed for the nearby washroom. Standing in front of the mirror, she looked at her reflection. A six-foot-tall, fit and muscular yet somehow curvy, blonde-haired and green-eyed forty-something woman stared back at her, clad in an oversized Jacksonville Jaguars sweatshirt over boxer shorts. Twenty two years ago, Lena Nestor was the star of the Jacksonville University women's varsity basketball team, and she also modeled for Nike.
After playing six years for the Charlotte Sting in the WNBA, Lena Nestor retired from playing basketball. She returned to school, earned a Law degree from Suffolk University in the City of Boston, Massachusetts, and practiced law for a bit before becoming a teacher. Lena Nestor taught at various schools, among them Bay State College, Massasoit Community College, Emerson College and Boston University. She loved teaching, but university politics left her cold...
While visiting friends in the City of Toronto, Ontario, Lena Nestor met Vincent Moreau, the tall and handsome, Haitian-born and McGill-educated civil engineer who stole her heart. These two unlikely souls, hailing from different sides of the world, were simply made for each other, as luck would have it. They fell in love, got married and had a daughter, Eleanor. The family settled in the Kanata neighborhood of Ottawa, Ontario. Lena picked up gigs as contract instructor at Carleton University and the University of Ottawa. Vincent became a manager with Bronte Engineering, one of the largest civil engineering firms in Ontario. Life was good, but Lena had a wild side, and she had many unspoken desires and yearnings...
That's why Professor Lena Nestor created an alter ego, Mistress Lorna, and began working as a high-class escort slash Professional dominatrix. Advertising online as well as the backs of seedy newspapers, Mistress Lorna quickly acquired quite the following. Unlike a lot of the women in her line of work, Mistress Lorna didn't discriminate. Black or White, Indian or Chinese, Arab or Latino, the male clients were welcome as long as they could afford her rates, and played by her rules.
Lena couldn't have described the reasons why she felt compelled to become Mistress Lorna when she wasn't playing wife to her dear hubby Vincent and mother to their beloved daughter Eleanor. Her sex life with hubby Vincent Moreau was satisfactory. The tall, broad-shouldered, chocolate-skinned hunk with the silver-streaked Afro and the penchant for Brooks Brothers suits still knew how to make Lena's toes curl, even after being married for so long. In fact, just last night, Vince surprised Lena in a most wonderful way...
