John's final day at the conference went by in a haze as his mind lingered on what had happened the previous night. The events that took place seemed almost dream like yet every thought he had about Vanessa or rather Mistress as he found caused a stir in his groin and his lust just seemed to build and build. He could not focus on anything but the need for release. There was a thirty minute break between functions and he found himself sneaking into one of the hotel bathrooms as he had already checked out of his room in order to quietly masturbate. His orgasm was explosive as he envisioned himself lying on a tan loveseat while an attractive forty something woman rubbed his cock through his underwear whispering to him about his helplessness to her and her will. It was all he could do to keep from crying out as semen erupted from his cock.
The conference could not end soon enough and before he knew it he was on a plane flying back to Jacksonville. He found himself badly in need of a drink and reached into his pocket for his wallet. He started to count the cash he had and was surprised to find a business card in the middle of the billfold. He lifted up the card and read: Dr. Vanessa Willbond, MD. What really made his eyes pop was the address; Jacksonville. He flipped the card over and found "Call me when the need gets too great" written on the back in feminine handwriting. He suddenly envisioned himself calling her in his mind which caused a stirring in his groin again. He rang for the flight attendant to order his drink and shoved the card into the pocket on the back of the seat in front of him doing his best to think of anything but her.
Over the next few days John fell back into his normal work routine but every night he would masturbate with visions of that night at the conference in his mind. After each time he tried to let it go but found him thinking of her more and more. On the third night back as he came he found himself crying out "oh Mistress" with his body shaking. It was all too much for him. The constant thoughts of her and desires he could not control were driving him crazy. He knew it had to stop.
On the day after his third night back John looked up her office address online and decided to go see her during his lunch hour to get her to undone whatever it was she had done to him. The drive took about twenty minutes and he rehearsed in his mind what he was going to say to her on the way. He arrived at her office which was really an old house that had been rezoned as a commercial building. It was one story with stone steps leading up to a front porch that stretched across the front of the house.
He went inside and was greeted by a receptionist who looked to be in her early to mid-twenties. She had dark hair, olive skin and John found her to be quite pleasing to the eye. If he had to guess her background he might say Greek or even middle eastern.
"Hi, " she greeted him with a smile, "how can I help you?"
"I'd like to see Dr. Willbond," John replied trying to keep his voice steady. He could not seem to get control of his nerves at the moment as he thought about confronting Mist...Vanessa.
"She is almost done with a patient and does not have one scheduled for another hour. I can see if she has time for you. What was your name?"
"Tell her it's John, from the conference."
"Okay, if you'll please have a seat," her hand gestured towards one of the two leather chairs bracketing a table against the far wall. John moved over and sat down and a moment later a man in a navy with gray hair walked out. He immediately went to the receptionist and John listened as he scheduled his next appointment.
