Six months have passed since Sir told us that I was to be given back to Sabrina, to be not only my Mistress but my wife also. The renewal of our vows was a wonderful day for both Sabrina and me. Mistress Fiona gave Sabrina away, and Sir gave me away. Kind of symbolic too, really, not just in mine and Sabrina’s marriage, but also as our roles as Mistress and submissive. The first day we moved into our new house, Mistress S...

As we now head into the lounge, Sir and Mistress Fiona are waiting for us. “Please, both of you take a seat; we need to discuss something,” Sir tells us. I look at Sabrina as she looks at me, both looking slightly puzzled, wondering if we have done anything wrong. Mistress Fiona sits down, although Sir remains standing as he begins to speak. “Please just let me speak until I finish, and just listen. Then you can ask any q...

Once they feel I’ve cleaned up enough, I am lifted to my feet and dragged somewhere; then I am lifted again and laid down on a table or bench; I’m not quite sure. However, I know it is a low table or bench, as my wrists are cuffed to the underside of the legs and my ankles to the underside at the other end. I am still blindfolded so I can’t see what is happening, or have any idea what is now going to happen to me. Perhaps...

Over the next few days, I continue to serve Mistress Fiona and Sabrina, although it seems it is mostly Mistress Sabrina giving me orders. As instructed, I dress each day in a maid's outfit, always just with stockings, suspenders and high heels, no underwear. I spend most of the time collared too, and occasionally my ankles will be cuffed with a hobble chain between them. This feeling of being a submissive maid, serving bo...

As we wake in the morning, we untangle ourselves from each other's bodies. Once we have all showered and dressed, I make breakfast for us all, including something for Derek and Susan. After we eat, Sir speaks, “I hope that we all enjoyed last night. I know I loved it, and we need to thank Evelyn for her suggestions." Then continues on a more sombre note, “However, you know it stays between us and can't be discussed" “Yes,...

In the afternoon, Sir speaks to me. “I think we need to give Mistress Fiona and Sabrina a break tonight, as this has been quite stressful for them, given the intensity of the punishments they have been required to give." “Yes, Sir, I understand that,” I tell him. “I think perhaps we will need to give them an evening of pure pleasure to reward them for everything they have done for us both this week, Evelyn," Sir suggests...

As I wake up, I hear both Fiona and Sabrina are in the kitchen. “Good morning, Evelyn," they both say together, making me smile. "Good morning, Mistress Fiona, Mistress Sabrina." I reply, “Can I get you both anything?" “No, you're okay, Evelyn. I made coffee; there’s still some in the pot if you want one," Mistress Sabrina advises me. The rest of the morning, we sit around the table chatting until just after noon, when th...

Once upstairs, Mistress Fiona told me to change into my maid's outfit, as Sir wishes me to serve both her and Mistress Sabrina whilst they remain here. I will be keeping the house, cooking for them, and also will service them sexually if they wish me to. I therefore change into my black PVC maid's dress, with a white PVC apron, fishnet stockings, suspenders, and my 6" high heel shoes. I then make them both dinner, which t...

Once I dress, I walk with Mistress Fiona towards the door, and then head down to the Dungeon, as we speak. “How is Susan’s pain threshold?” she asks me. “Not very high, I think she used the safe word with Sir after just 5 mins,” I reply. Mistress Fiona laughs, “She didn’t, well, this may come as a shock to her then.” As we open the dungeon door, we see that Sabrina has already strapped Susan to the St. Andrew's Cross, fac...

On Monday, I head to the hotel. Not to work as a whore but to give my bruises and welts a chance to heal, I work in the office alongside the Manager Rob, as per Sir's instructions. I won't be fucked, although my cunt is itching for Rob's cock, especially being so close together all day. However, I do manage to give him a few BJs during the day. The final one is late afternoon. I am hiding under his desk as he interviews a...

As I approach them both, I am really struck by how beautiful and sexy Sabrina is. “Hello, Mistress Fiona, Mistress Sabrina," as I greet them both, remembering my place. “Ahhh, Evelyn.” Mistress Fiona says, giving me a hug and a kiss. “You were a magnificent little whore, as always, my dear, wasn’t she, Sabrina?" She asks Sabrina now. “OH, oh yes, definitely, Fiona, such a wonderful whore." Sabrina agrees, although she see...

Susan is taken to the women's table, as I am led to the room behind the curtains, which I know well is the makeshift dungeon. Susan is laid out over the round table, and her wrists are bound by rope and then secured to bars underneath the table top. “Ohh, Sir always seems to find such gorgeous, sexy new whores." one of the women says before dipping her head between Susan's legs, which are dangling off the edge of the tabl...

Sir sat me down on the settee. “Tell me your thoughts about Susan, Evelyn?" He asked me. “What do you want to know, Sir?"I asked, a bit puzzled. “Do you trust her, Evelyn?" He now asked me, being unusually serious. “I don't know her too well, Sir. But I could see she was very inquisitive about me being a whore." I told him honestly. “Hmmmm, I just got from first impressions that it's you she really wants, Evelyn, just fro...

I awoke in the morning, my body was still aching both inside, from the fucking machines and out from the whipping, caning and clamps. Sir was still asleep beside me, his arm wrapped around my shoulders. He looked so sexy next to me, and I knew I deserved the punishment he had administered to me. I managed to slither my body from his grasp without disturbing Sir and made my way down underneath the covers, smiling at every...

When I woke in the morning, Susan wasn’t in the bed, so I got up still dressed in yesterday’s slut clothes. I quickly undressed, had a shower and then slipped on a silk short dressing gown before heading out into the kitchen, where I found Susan busy making some breakfast. “Morning, my sleepy little Bitch,” she giggled. “Poached eggs on toast okay for you, Evelyn?” “Yes, that will be wonderful, thank you, Miss,” I said, g...