While Mistress makes a run to her on-campus office to drop off some of her research material and check her snail-mail, I will give you a quick update. She should be back in an hour or two.

The drive down to Long Island to the airport yesterday morning was uneventful. The weather held up and the traffic was typical for a Friday morning. I made it into the terminal itself with just over an hour to spare, but discovered her flight was marked for arrival at 3:17 p.m. which was three hours late. Fortunately I had brought my Kindle, so I got lunch, went to the gate into which she was due, and read a novel while I waited. At 2 o’clock they made a pa announcement that there had been a further delay in the flight leaving Chicago, and that it was now expected at 4:05 p.m.

It finally arrived and I saw her come walking toward me in a miniskirt and blouse, carrying her coat. We hugged and kissed very passionately, holding up the line behind her as if she had been away for a couple of years. Then we got her bags and were in the car just after 5 p.m. Because it was so late, we decided to go to a steak-house I know in Mt. Vernon – she was starved after sitting in the plane for almost five hours without food, having had only breakfast so far for the day.

At dinner she was in great humor after the appetizers, rolls, and soup took the edge off her hunger, and she gave me a brief summary of her trip. She did not ask me anything about whether I had been obedient while she was away, but instead was in a teasing mood with an obvious need to humiliate me. About half-way through the main course, with a smile she bent over and reached under the tablecloth, and I thought she had dropped her napkin. When she sat back up she reached over and handed me her panties, and ordered me to put them down on the table next to my plate. I was ordered to leave them there. She then signaled the young waitress and asked her to please refill our water-glasses. The waitress spotted the panties immediately and looked from them to me with a puzzled expression. Mistress told me that I blushed bright red then as the girl went and got the water pitcher and returned, filling out glasses and asking if we needed anything else. Mistress jokingly responded, “Well, he needs lots of things badly, and I’ll see that he gets them when we get home, but we are okay for now.”

As the waitress walked away, Mistress told me to pick up the panties, sniff them, and put them into my shirt pocket leaving them sticking up out of it for the rest of the dinner. I was very humiliated, but after smelling her scent on the small garment I got a raging hard-on, but I figured I was safe because it was hidden under the tablecloth.

She then began to quietly tell me about the two different guys she had picked up in Seattle on separate nights when she was especially horny and missing me. Her descriptions of each were vivid, and didn’t miss a thing as she described in great detail the sex from her seduction of them until they left her in her room later with a full, dripping cunt. She kept emphasizing how long and thick their cocks were, particularly the one about a week ago who had amazing stamina and kept her up until after 4 a.m. with almost continuous fucking. She told me that she was sorry I was not there to watch, be very jealous and humiliated, and lick her out thoroughly after he left. She said she would love to have seen me struggle to try to get his large cock in my mouth.

Immediately after that part of her description she said, “Now, I know you probably have a hard-on and I am ordering you to immediately stand up straight and walk to the men’s room so that everyone you pass can see the bulge in your pants. Do it now! Keep your shoulders back.”

Since the rest rooms were on the opposite corner of the restaurant from where we were sitting the walk seemed like it was ten miles long. I know that my face must have been blushing, and was sure everyone must be noticing that I was hard and talking and laughing about me. Some of them, close enough to our table to see, must have observed Mistress, who is very beautiful and attracts men like a magnet, and wondered what she had said or done to me to cause my hard cock. I doubt if any of them noticed the panties sticking out of my shirt pocket, but the waiters and waitresses sure did and were all giving me strange smiles. I assume our waitress had told them what she had seen next to my plate. When we finished and left, I was really glad that we would never see any of those people again. The anonymity of a large metropolitan area like New York City has some real advantages.

When we got to my place just before midnight we didn’t take time to unpack her cases, but rather went directly into the living room and stripped off our clothes. After a long, passionate round of kissing and petting, she ordered me to stand up close to her and face her as she did the same for me. The tip of my very hard cock was just touching the moist area around her clit, and she told me to spread my legs about 2’ apart. “Don’t move. I have something I have wanted to do for over three weeks. Count each one aloud to six.” With that she grabbed both of my nipples and squeezed tight and kneed me hard in the balls, and I saw stars. Because it took my breath away I could not immediately talk, so she did it again.

Finally I said, “Two.” She told me that the first one didn’t count because I hadn’t followed her order, and told me that the last one was number one. The fourth one caused me to fall down and curl up in a ball – the pain was awful and my fall had almost caused her to rip off my nipples. But, I did say “Four” and she accepted it and just waited for me to get back up and into position. The last one caused me again to fall down in pain and she waited a minute, then reached down and grabbed me by the balls, squeezed and said, “If you don’t get up right now I am going to lift you up by them!” I struggled to obey (it was not easy) and finally stood up. She hugged me, saw that my cock had stayed hard, and said with a cruel smile, “That was just a reminder that I am back, in case you forgot. It really felt good to me!”

As I am writing this she just called and said that she was picking up some ribs and salad on the way home, and would be here in about 15 minutes. So I have to finish this fast and send it out. When I get a chance I will tell you about how I was made to orally worship her, from the front and back, and bring her off repeatedly when we went to bed. Toward the end she rolled over on her front and I tongued her ass as she slowly descended into sleep. She had told me earlier that she didn’t think I had earned a cum yet, but that we will work on it Saturday (today). My lips and tongue were swollen and aching, but I went to sleep finally with my head on her cheeks and her pussy-juice all over my face to continue to turn me on with her aroma for hours.

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Tired from our travels yesterday, Mistress and I both slept in until nearly 10 a.m., and as we lay together in the bed and hugged she said, “I must tell you, last night I had the most sadistic dream about us that I have had for months.” Grinning a cruel grin, she continued, “I have been thinking about that dream as I was gradually waking up, and it gave me some ideas that should make for a really good weekend for me!” Go and make breakfast while I shower – 2 poached eggs on toast with cantaloupe and coffee for me. I’ll see you in the kitchen shortly.” With that she hopped out of bed and I carefully watched her perfect ass while she walked to the bathroom.

I got out of bed and went to the kitchen and got the eggs going, cut and removed the seeds from the melon and put half into each respective bowl. I made the toast and put the eggs on top, put a pod into the Keurig coffee-maker, and made her cup. When that finished I did the same for myself and brought all of the food to the kitchen table.

A few minutes later she walked into the kitchen nude except for the towel wrapped around her head covering her long, wet brunette hair. As we ate she finally began to ask me some questions about what I had been doing while she was away. She reminded me that I must tell her the truth and the whole truth, because lying in punished by months of celibacy and torture, second only to the punishment for disobedience.

With a gulp, I admitted that I had been so horny and so desperate that I had cum three times over the weeks she was gone and she, with a sadistic smile, wrote something down on a pad of paper she had brought to the table. Then I admitted that I had prematurely removed the two condoms from my burning cock the second day and left them off for over three hours until the burning had died down. However, as I explained in an attempt to lessen any punishment for this, I told her when I reapplied the Red Ben Gay I found my cock was so sensitized by the liniment and condoms for the last day that it hurt more than ever to reapply it all this time.

I explained about the evening I took her friend Julie to dinner, and admitted that I got a huge hard-on from talking to her, culminating in Julie noticing my hard cock when we hugged goodbye. Mistress asked me if I had wanted to fuck Julie that night, and I blushed and admitted that I did and that I had fantasized about exactly that all night when I went to bed. But, I (lyingly) told her that she, Mistress, was included in that fantasy and that we were having a threesome in the dream. “I hope you understand that if I ever allow you to fuck Julie you will afterward have to pay a really, really large price in suffering for us. Did you cum from that fantasy?”

“No, but I did have a lot of precum the on the sheets the next morning. But that’s not my fault – I can’t be punished for something spontaneous like that, can I?” I asked. “With hard enough pain I can train that out of you. And rest assured I will,” She responded.

“Is that all of your disobedient acts while I was gone” she asked?

“Yes, Mistress” I said.

“Are you sure,” she asked again?

“Yes,” I responded.

Making another note on her pad she said, “You are lying, and I know it for sure. I happened to call Joann a couple of days after you had your urology appointment with her. I know that you had a hard erection when she did the prostate examination and at other times during the appointment. You know that is a violation of my order for you to remain soft during medical examinations. You have now, in addition to a lot of other punishment this weekend, earned a series of large punishment enemas for both getting hard and for lying to me about it. You will surely remember that order in the future.”

“Now, clear the table and go up and take a shower. Then I want you to go into the playroom and lie on your stomach across the hump on spanking bench number one and wait for me. I’ll be up to do some prep work soon.”

Prep work? What did she mean by that?