After what seemed like ages, I heard the door close, but really it was only perhaps a minute, and I felt the blindfold being removed.

As my eyes adjusted to the light, things were slightly blurry, but I knew I was looking up into Sir's face.

He was smiling at me, then leaned down to kiss me.

It was a long, loving kiss that made me feel wonderful and safe.

As he broke the kiss, he asked me, “Did my little slut enjoy that?”

I tried speak, but my mouth was so dry now, surprisingly so considering the amount of cum I'd drunk.

Eventually, I managed a soft “Oh god yes, Sir.”

Sir undid the cuffs around my ankles and wrists and helped me up, kissing me again.

He led me over to the mirror in the room, letting me look at myself, to look at the slut staring back in the mirror. Cum in my hair and face, dribbling from the sides of my mouth, still, and I could see dried spunk on my body and my breasts.

As I looked down further, cum was dribbling from my cunt and down my thighs.

I couldn't believe the woman reflected in the mirror was me. I just stared in awe at myself.

Suddenly, I was brought back to reality as Sir spanked my bum hard, making my ass sting. “Right, my little slut, go shower and clean up, and we will go out for something to eat. You must be hungry and thirsty."

I nodded and headed into the bathroom. In the shower, the water cascading down over my sensitive breasts and nipples did nothing to sedate the horny feelings I was constantly having now.

Even as I was drying myself off, I almost came, as my breasts and nipples seemed hyper sensitive at the moment, with the towel rubbing over them.

As I came out of the bathroom, I could see clothes lying out on the bed.

Sir spoke, “I'm going have a quick shower now. Only wear what I have laid out on the bed,” he told me as he then disappeared into the bathroom.

I looked at the clothes.

My black balconette bra, my sheer red blouse, my short black leather skirt. A new pair of black stockings with red seams and red lace tops, a black 6-strap suspender belt and my red 5" high-heeled open-toe shoes.

I had painted the nails of both fingers and toes a bright red, which matched my shoes, blouse and also the lipstick I had with me.

I started applying my makeup, giving my eyes a sultry, smoky look.

I then began to dress.

The suspender belt first, then slipping the stockings on up my legs, checking in the mirror to ensure the seams were straight. Then the bra.

Again, looking at myself in the mirror, I felt so sexy, but I could also see just how much I'd changed, as now this sexy, sultry, slutty woman was looking back at me.

I just couldn't imagine ever going back to just being the loving wife I'd previously been.

I slipped on the blouse, which did nothing to hide my breasts underneath; in fact, the black bra drew attention to them. Finally, the black leather skirt and my high-heeled shoes.

I then applied my red lipstick, and the reflection in the mirror showed just what the slut I'd become.

As Sir came out of the bathroom, he stopped and just stared at me.

“Oh fuck, you look amazing, my little slut” was all he said.

However, his words just somehow made me feel so proud.

“Will you do something for me slut?”

“Yes, Sir, anything, Sir, I said eagerly.

“Well, go get me a cold cup of water from the machine at the end of the Corridor,” he ordered me now.

Oh god I will be walking in the hotel corridor for anyone about to see, knowing this is my place of work.

But then I doubt my colleagues would recognise me, due to the changes in my appearance and dress. I also now knew that Sir intended take me out somewhere, in public, dressed as I am.

As I walked to the door and opened it, the only sound I heard was Sir saying, “Good girl”

I walked nervously along the corridor looking all ways in case someone was watching, but no one seemed to be, thankfully, I thought.

I therefore relaxed and walked with a bit of a strut, now making my ass wiggle.

As I reached the water machine and bent down to take a cup, suddenly I heard what seemed like every door in the corridor was now opening.

I didn’t dare look round but it felt like several eyes were boring in on my ass, which, as my short leather skirt had now ridden up as I'd bent over, was likely showing my bare ass to them all.

However, knowing this just made my nipples harder and my pussy wetter.

I started thinking to myself, Oh god what have I become, an exhibitionist?.

All I was sure of at that moment was that I was a slut for Sir and was sure he would be proud of me displaying myself like this.

I poured the water and stood up, turning on my heels, seeing half a dozen men standing in their doorways looking straight at me.

I knew my breasts would be on view through my sheer blouse, but I just put on my best smile and strutted along the corridor with the sexiest wiggle of my ass I could muster as I walked back to Sir's room.

A few of the men made sexual comments towards me, which at one time I'd have scowled at them, but now...my nipples just got even harder, like two little bullets sticking out visibly through my blouse.

As I got back to Sir's room, he looked at me, noticing my obvious arousal straight away and smiled as “How did it feel, my little slut, being the centre of attention of all those men?”

I couldn't lie as he'd have known straight away, “I loved it, Sir, I felt so proud knowing I was showing myself off for you, Sir. And when one asked me how much I charge, I got a tingle through my body, as he was thinking of me as a whore or prostitute working in the hotel” I giggled after that.

“Mmmmmm, so you love the thought of me pimping you out, my little slut?” he asked.

Again, I couldn't lie to Sir, as the thought did turn me on, especially after displaying myself like a whore to other hotel guests.

“Yes, Sir, it does turn me on.”

He told me to close my eyes, that he had a present for me.

I closed them tight, wondering what he had for me. I could hear some rustling, and then he told me I could now open them.

There was something on the bed, but I wasn't sure what it was. It was curved with a thicker head at one end, the other end flatter, round. As I picked it up, I jumped as it started vibrating at both ends.

Sir told me to lie on the bed and pull my leather skirt up, which I did as told.

He then took the object, applied some lube to the thicker end and pushed it into my cunt until the curved end was neatly and tightly pressed inside my pussy, and the flatter end was now pressed tight against my clit.

He stood up, and suddenly I felt both the end inside my cunt and the part pressed against my clit, vibrate together. It was just a short, sharp vibration, but oh god.

Sir then handed me a new sheer pair of red panties, “Put these on, that should ensure it stays in place, my little slut.”

I slid them up my legs, pulling them on. They were a snug fit, pressed tight against my cunt lips, so holding the vibrator in place.

“Let's go eat my little slut,” and we headed out the door now.

I wasn't allowed put a coat on to cover up what I was wearing.

As we headed along the corridor to the lift, a sudden vibration shook through both my cunt and clit. Mmmmmmmmm, my new panties were already beginning to get wet as juices began dribbling from me.

I expected we would sneak out the back entrance, but Sir had other ideas and took me out the main entrance past reception. Carol was on duty, and I hoped she wouldn't recognise me, dressed like the slut I now was.

However, Sir wasn’t going to make it easy for me, bidding Carol good night so that she would have to look up at us and respond.

She looked straight at me, but either didn't recognise me or maybe thought I could never be dressed like the whore I must have looked like right now.

It was like Sir could read my thoughts as he whispered to me as he left the hotel.

“Imagine if your work colleagues knew just how much of a little married slut and whore you are, Evelyn.”

At the same time, I felt the vibrations in my cunt and clit begin again, although this time not just a short zap but a constant, slow buzzing on them both, which I must admit felt so wonderful.

“Who knows, maybe the two men who used you earlier work here,” Sir said, making me look at him, my eyes wide, wondering if he was just teasing me or not.

The vibrations stopped when we arrived at the car before heading off into town to eat somewhere.