On reaching Susan's room, she inserted her card as I took her back to her waiting husband.

As we entered the room, Derek was sitting on the bed waiting for Susan.

Susan stood in front of her husband in a totally dishevelled state with cum dribbling down her thigh, definitely looking the true slut she had just become.

Derek stood up off the bed and pulled Susan to him, kissing her deeply and with so much passion and love, too, I could tell.

“How was she?” Derek asked me.

“Oh, Susan is a wonderful woman and definitely a true slut. The ‘guests’ were very pleased with her performance, as I'm sure you can tell by the evidence”, giving a slight giggle as I told Derek.

“I think I need to leave you both alone just now to enjoy each other, and Susan can tell you all about her evening if you wish, Derek”, I said to them both.

Susan spoke now to me, “Thank you, Evelyn, as much as I'd so love to see Derek fuck you, I just so need him to fuck his new slut wife's brains out”, turning to kiss Derek again.

“Are you working tomorrow, Evelyn?” Susan asked.

“No, I'm not working, but I will be around the hotel, although I have to go shopping tomorrow also”, I answered.

“Well, please come and see us if you can, even for a drink or a coffee, or maybe I can go shopping with you?” Susan now asked.

Smiling, I said, “Mmmmm, yes, that would be wonderful”

“Well, I will need to buy some new slut clothes, won't I, my husband?” Susan looked at Derek, giggling now.

“Okay, I said, I will be here for noon if that's okay. I now need to head home to my husband, too,” I told them.

I kissed them both goodbye, and before I had even closed the door behind me, they were all over each other on the bed.

I then walked back to my room 110 to change to go home.

When I got into the room, there was a note on the bed which I picked up to read.

“Welcome back, my little slut. I hope you have had a wonderful first day in your new role at the hotel. You are such a naughty slut, turning a random guest into a slut, too, I hear.”

What, how did he know that??

I continued reading.

I want you to message your husband, just tell him you won't be home until sometime on Sunday, then have a shower and freshen up. You will find an outfit in the wardrobe to wear tonight. Be ready for 10 pm.

Your loving owner and Sir.

My face was beaming with pride as I picked up my phone and sent a message straight away to Dave.

“Hi darling, just letting you know I won't be home until Sunday, but don't worry, I'm okay and will be with Sir”, and sent. I was not even thinking about how he would feel after our discussion this morning.

I then headed quickly to the shower to prepare myself for tonight.

Once I'd showered and made sure my cunt was nice and smooth, I opened the wardrobe, lifting out the outfit I was to wear.

It consisted of a sheer red blouse, a red shelf bra, and a short, tight black leather skirt. Black stockings with red back seams and red lace tops. A red leather 6-strap suspender belt. Finished with a pair of red open-toed 5" high-heeled shoes.

Once I'd applied my makeup and painted both my fingers and toenails a bright red colour, matching my clothes, I got dressed.

Once fully dressed, I looked at myself in the mirror. What I now saw was a confident, sexy woman.

The old, plain, shy wife is now completely gone forever.

I then took my red lipstick from my bag and applied the finishing touches to my look.

Just then, I heard the door open and turning around, I was completely taken by surprise seeing Sir walk into the room.

I ran over, throwing my arms around his neck and giving him such a long, deep, sexy, passionate kiss. I was so pleased to see him.

“Oh, wow, Evelyn”, was all he said, then stepping back to look at me.

I did a slow, sexy twirl.

“You are the most amazing, sexy woman, Evelyn, I am going to take you out to dinner and just show off your beauty”, Sir said with a loving, warm tone to his voice, making me feel so wonderful, tingly and as always now, wet.

I giggled, “I'd better wipe my lipstick off your face first, Sir”, which I did before re-touching up my lips.

“Did you tell Dave you won't be home this weekend, Evelyn?” He then asked.

“Yes, Sir, I sent him a text”, I replied.

“I'm glad he is happy that you are being who you really are and exploring being the slut you are, Evelyn”, Sir said.

I now had thoughts of what Dave had said to me that morning about wanting to be more involved, and that I'd said I'd speak to Sir next time I saw him.

Bring me back from my thoughts, I heard Sir ask me, “Everything okay, Evelyn? You seemed miles away”

“Oh, I'm sorry, Sir, I'm just so happy to see you, I've missed you”, I told him.

He smiled, “I miss you too, my little slut, when I'm away, but I hope you understand I try to take care of your needs even when I'm not here”

As he held me tight, making me feel so sexy, so loved, and so safe, I tilted my eyes up to his “Oh yes, Sir, I so understand that and thank you”

“Good girl, Evelyn, now we'd better go”, as we headed out the door and along the corridor, past the busy reception. But remembering my words to Susan, I walked out on Sir's arm with my head held high, proud to be Sir's owned little slut.

He opened the car door, letting me slide into the back seat, people milling around watching my skirt ride up, exposing my stocking tops to anyone looking.

As we drove to the restaurant, I could feel Sir's hot breath on my ear as he whispered, “Pull your skirt up, little slut and finger your cunt”

I didn't hesitate to do instantly what Sir wished of me, wriggling my bum on the leather seat as I pushed my skirt up around my hips. My bare, totally smooth cunt is now on view as I run my fingers over my cunt lips. I was already wet ( I seemed to be constantly wet nowadays) as I slid two fingers inside my cunt. As I was running my fingers around the walls of my cunt, Sir was kissing my neck, which was driving me wild. He would occasionally whisper in my ear.

“What are you, Evelyn?”

Between my moans of pleasure, I managed to say, “I'm a slut, a whore, Sir”

Oh god this was turning me on so much my fingers were now ramming in and out my cunt, so horny from Sir kissing and nibbling my neck and also his questions of me.

“Who's slut are you, Evelyn?” Sir whispered again.

“I'm your slut, Sir”, moaning as I said that.

“Who do you belong to, Evelyn?” feeling his breath on the lobe of my ear as he first whispered, then nibbled my ear

“YOU, Sir, I belong to you” I was speaking louder, knowing I was close to cumming now.

“CUM my little slut, cum now for me” Sir now spoke rather than whispered.

I now had four of my fingers rammed in my cunt as the flood gates opened and I was squirting juices as I was screaming now “I'M YOURS, I'M YOUR WHORE, I BELONG TO YOU ONLY”

Sir kissed me tenderly and lovingly.

“Such a good girl. I love you, I love owning you, Evelyn,” he said with a lovely smile.

As I slumped back in my seat, my mind and body both tingling, thinking to myself what Sir had said.

He said he loved me, that thought making me smile.

The car came to a stop, and Sir got out as I pulled down my skirt, making myself presentable (that thought made me giggle, thinking about how I was dressed)

My door opened, and Sir offered me his hand, which I took as I stepped out into the cool evening air, which was making my nipples harden under the thin, sheer material of my blouse.

We then walked together into the restaurant with Sir’s arm around my waist, making me feel all warm and my body still all tingly.