Once home with Sir, we had a quiet Sunday evening together, with me wrapped up in his arms on the couch watching TV. He was asking more questions about my night with the four huge black cocks.

How did I feel?

Did I enjoy it?

Did it make fucking with Rob feel different?

Did I prefer their Bigger cocks to say Rob's 8 inches?

Would I like bigger black cocks?

I answered them all truthfully to Sir.

“It felt amazing to be so full, and the Orgasms I had were huge.”

“Yes, I definitely felt looser when fucking Rob, and whilst his cock is not small, it didn’t give me the same sensation as he had before. I really had to work my cunt muscles to make him cum.”

The answers to the last two were easy and simple: “Yes” and “Yes, definitely.”

I was looking up into Sir's eyes, hoping to gauge his reaction to my answers. Looking to see whether he was pleased or displeased. Maybe show if he was happy that I’d been a good whore for him, or perhaps look worried that I might be addicted to bigger and Black cocks now.

However, I couldn’t see anything showing in his face or eyes, giving away his thoughts. That might answer my own thoughts. Nothing more was said before we headed to bed, falling asleep in each other's arms.

I was allowed to rest on Monday, just doing nothing around the house whilst Sir was out.

However, on Tuesday, I drove to work, and when I reported to Rob’s office, I was given a list of rooms that ‘needed serviced’ that day.

Throughout the day, I served 3 rooms.

First was a young single male staying in the hotel, attending a works conference later, who needed release and fucked the hotel maid, he discovered cleaning his room.

Then an older couple, where the Wife had arranged the three-sum, MFF, for her husband's birthday. We both enjoyed turns riding his cock, as at the same time, he either licked his wife’s or my cunt.

The last one was a woman in her early 30’s, and from speaking to her, I discovered she was married, but was submissive to another man, and her husband knew nothing about this side of her life.

This was her first time with another woman, and she had been ordered to do this as a task by her Master.

As it turned out, I found it was a very sensual experience as I guided her through our time together.

However, by the end, I was lapping at her cunt, she holding my head tightly to her lips, as I made her cum loudly and hard with my tongue and fingers.

Then, to finish, she enthusiastically lapped, licked, and sucked my cunt so wonderfully until I surprised her when I cum, as my juices gushed from me, squirting all over her face.

Sir told me to relax on Wednesday during the day and to pamper and prepare myself for the club on Wednesday night. The thought of being given over to the Dungeon Master again, but for the whole evening this time, so had my body tingling all over.

After I had a long soak in a lovely bubble bath, making sure my cunt was all smooth and bare, I began to look at what I could wear to the club, aware of what I’d likely be subjected to when there.

Hmmm, do I wear my whores outfit, see-through white top with plunging neckline, short tight black skirt ( maybe my leather one tonight) with just black stockings with my black rubber 6 strap suspender belt (that would look good when my skirt was pushed up over my hips as I was being spanked, I was thinking.

Or

The black PVC Mini Dress, halter neck with see-through cups for my breasts, the skirt is loose so floats as I move, but still so short.

Perhaps I should let Sir decide?

I called through to Sir, who joined me in the bedroom. “What outfit should I wear tonight, Sir?” I said, showing him the two I’d laid out.

“Ohh fuck Evelyn, you look like such a horny whore in either,” he said, looking them over.

“However, I think you wear the see-through white top,” he said as he rummaged through my drawers. "Ahh, yes, and this," as he held up my rubber spanking skirt, which has no coverage over my ass.

I nodded as I then began to get dressed. First, putting on the rubber suspender belt, then slipping the stockings up my legs, and attaching them to the metal clips.

Then I pulled on the see-through top, adjusting my breasts so they sat as best they could to show off my breasts.

The Rubber spanking skirt was next as I pulled it up over my thighs and hips, ensuring it was sitting correctly so that my ass was on complete show.

Finally slipping my feet into my 5” high-heeled sandals and fixing the straps around each ankle.

Smoothing everything down, “How do I look?” I asked Sir.

“You always manage to look amazing, no matter what I have you wear, Evelyn,” he replied

“From just dressed normal, well saying that, this is almost mostly normal dress for you now” he laughed "Or Dressed so elegantly, like you were for the Awards Ball last weekend. You did look so amazing. Even just in lingerie, well you can model it better than you see in any magazines or even on TV” he complimented me.

It did make me blush slightly hearing such a compliment coming from My Sir, My Master, My Owner.

The clock shows 7 pm. Right, just one thing more before we go, and he brings out a leather collar with ‘WHORE’ written across it. He attaches it around my neck and secures the buckles at the back.

The O is actually a ring which only attached to the collar at the top, so it can be pulled out, and Sir then attaches a leash to the ring.

“Okay lets go, my little whore. Remember, Evelyn, tonight you have no safe word, no limits,” he reminded me, as we began to head out to the waiting car with Sir leading me by the leash.

When we reached the Club, the driver opened my door and waited for Sir to take hold of my leash and lead me out of the car. My bare breasts and hard nipples are visible to all, and my bare ass is framed in suspender straps open in the cut at the back of the spanking skirt.

People were greeting Sir as we headed through the door to the club, with me being tugged close behind him by the leash.

The Dungeon Master, whom I remember from my previous visit, met us inside the main door, and both he and Sir made a big thing of Sir giving me to my new Master for this evening.

“You have had the pleasure of using my whore previously,” he said to the Dungeon Master of the club. Then continuing, “However, tonight will be different, as I am gifting you full ownership of Evelyn, the whore, for the whole evening. Tonight, she will have no safe word and no limits; you can use her in whatever way you wish in the demonstration of your BDSM skills, which I know are plentiful. She will also be available to anyone wishing to try how it feels to be a Dom/Domme and wish to administer pain to another person, no matter how well versed they are in being dominant or not,” he spoke as an audience gathered around us now listening to Sir.

The Dungeon Master then took the leash from Sir. “Thank You, Sir, for showing trust in me to take the gift of your whore for tonight, and use her wisely.”

Turning now to the audience, ”Thank you all for coming along to the Club’s BDSM evening. We have set up two dungeon rooms tonight, one will be for you to use, with your own submissive if you have such with you, whilst the other normal dungeon room, will be used by me to demonstrate the full range of equipment that can be used to inflict pain on a submissive,” he told them.

“And as you heard, I am so lucky that tonight, to enable me to demonstrate everything to its fullest, I have this magnificent pain Slut Evelyn, I will use for my demonstrations,” as they all listened intently to him now.

He then continued to address the audience gathered, “As you heard, she will have no safe word, therefore no limits to the pain can be inflicted on her tonight,” he told them all, causing some to gasp, hearing that I would be taking whatever pain comes my way and would have no way of stopping it should I wish.

”However, this is definitely not something I would suggest you consider with your subs tonight. Evelyn here is an exceptional pain slut.” he advised them all.

My nipples hardened through the thin, sheer material of the top, and my cunt was already wet at the thought.

“The first demonstration will begin in half an hour once I have set things up with this wonderful pain slut.” he announced as he tugged at the leash leading me through the throng now gathered and up the stairs to the Dungeon room.

When we reached the dungeon room, he shut the door behind us and locked it.

“Now, Evelyn, you understand you only address me as Master at all times, yes?” he asked me.

“Yes, master, I understand,” I replied.

“Good. Now you realise that you have no Limits, no safe word, tonight, therefore you will be used to demonstrate some severe, painful and sadistic BDSM practices. However, I promise you that you will be safe. I will look after you. However, from your last visit here, I know you get off on pain and can handle much more than you were subjected to that night.” he smiled at me, a slightly evil smile, really.

“As much as I love your outfit, Evelyn, take off the skirt and the top,” he ordered me.

I removed the top over my head, my still fairly pert breasts now fully on show, and as I pushed the waistband of the skirt down over my hips, the skirt fell to the floor around my high heels. Stepping out of the skirt, I placed it over the chair, beside my top.

“Mmmm, let me inspect you Slut,” Master commanded, “Hands on the back of your head.”

I did as told, as he walked around me, slowly, his hands roughly grabbing my ass, then, when in front of me, grabbing my breasts and then pinching my nipple on each breast so tightly, making me moan.

He then ran his fingers over my cunt lips. “Already so wet Slut,” he observed, then unexpectedly he slapped his hand onto my cunt.

“Ohhhhhhh,” I gave out a squeal as he sniggered, having caught me unawares.

You have the most wonderful body, Evelyn, it's almost a pity to mark it, but marked it will be tonight, I can assure you,” he told me in no uncertain manner.

He then took hold of the leash and began to show me around the room, explaining the equipment within the room.

“You know about the St Andrews cross, yes?” he asked me.

“Yes, Master, I do,” I answered.

“You will be cuffed to it tonight,” he told me.

He then showed me the spanking bench, which I‘d been strapped to previously.

Then there was a cage. “At times during the evening, when I need a break, you will be kept in this cage until I return,” he said.

There was a heavy-duty cable suspended from the ceiling, which puzzled me.

“Please, Master, may I ask what that is for?” I enquired from the Master

“That is used for rope bondage, Evelyn, for being suspended by the ropes that bind you. Do you wish to try that?” he said, obviously not having intended to use it.

“Yes, master, I would. It does sound something different and intriguing,” I told him.

“Mmmm, well, you know you will be either whipped or fucked whilst suspended, yes?”  laughing as he then said “Or who knows I might decide on both.”

Fuck the thought of being bound, suspended from the ceiling, and being both whipped and fucked had me so horny. I could feel my cunt juices dribble.

I definitely knew all about anal hooks, which he had a few of, to use with a chain from the ceiling, which could be raised or lowered.

Other intriguing items were electrostimulation equipment. Master told me that he had Violet Wands, vaginal plugs, Butt plugs and Electrodes he might use on me tonight.

I didn’t know what everything was, but I now knew for definite that when I left here tonight, my body was going to be bruised, battered and had been abused, but strangely it all just made me more horny and wetter.

Master then ordered me over to the St Andrews Cross, where he proceeded to cuff my wrists high up on the cross. Then my ankles were cuffed, open wide against the base of the crosses.

Looking at me, “Are you ready, Little Whore?” he asked

“Yes, Master,” I just replied, as I was cuffed spread-eagled now, my front pressed onto the cross, my back and my ass facing into the room.

I then heard Master unlock and open the door.

“Good Evening, Masters, Mistresses, submissives and any others who may even just be curious,” he greeted the crowd as I could hear them walking into the room.

“We have quite an audience tonight, Evelyn, my whore,” he said to me now.

Then, addressing those in the room, Master began, “As you can see, this little submissive whore has been cuffed to the cross, and I will begin to warm her up for all of tonight’s proceedings to come.”

I heard him walk closer to me, then a swat using the palm of his hand on my ass, making me clench my cheeks slightly. It was firm, but I knew it wasn’t yet full blast.

He continued to swat my ass with his hand, alternating between my left and right cheeks as he spoke to the crowd.

“As you can see, Evelyn’s ass is beginning to get a nice rosy colour to it.” Then, after another couple of swats, he told them, “For a pain slut like Evelyn, this will just cause her to tingle with pleasure, rather than feel pain at present,” he told them.

“However, if this was someone’s first time, always check that they are okay with the level of spanking and relative pain, given that, as I’m sure you will all understand, every person’s pain levels differ so much.”

Master then began to gently rub the palm of his hand over and around each ass cheek.

“Even such pain sluts like Evelyn need this too; it helps them relax and takes their mind slightly off the pain. This is especially true when you get to a point when you are perhaps pushing their limits past where they have gone before,” He said, then reigned down two more heavy, harder swats of his hand to either cheek. to which I gave out a soft, though silent moan.

As he had told them, I could feel the tingling in my ass, and the wetness between my cunt began to form.

I then felt Master lay what I recognised as the feel of a wooden paddle on my ass, not striking me yet, just touching my ass, rubbing gently on the skin. I knew this was so I would know what was to come.

He then brought the paddle down on my left ass cheek, again firm but still not his hardest.

Master began to build up the strength of the spankings with the paddle, giving me five swats to each cheek, each time getting harder, making my ass begin to heat up. Once he had finished, he spoke to them all.

“You can see how redder the paddle makes her ass,” as he then ran the palm of his hand over my ass again, soothing me, making me tingle at his touch.

He also ran his finger under and along my cunt lips.

“Evelyn is one of those Whores who definitely get off on receiving pain,” he told them, as I imagine he was holding his finger up to the crowd now, showing them my wetness already.

“I require two volunteers? ” he said, then continued,“ Yes, you and you. Thank you.”

“Run your fingers over the whore’s cunt lips, feel just how wet she already is,” he told them both.

I felt the first finger rub roughly along my lips as he said, “God, yes, she’s so wet.”

Then the next finger, much softer and tender, which I was sure belonged to a woman this time. This was confirmed when she spoke. “Mmm, definitely such a turn on for her it seems,” in a soft woman’s voice.

Master then told them, “Lick your fingers, both of you, taste Evelyn’s sweet juices”

A voice from the crowd behind me shouted out, “Fuck lucky bastards,” making everyone giggle, including me.

Master then whispered in my ear, “Now, twenty smacks of the paddle for you, my whore, and I won’t be holding back.”

No matter what level of pain I can survive, hearing that being whispered in my ear always makes me tingle both with some trepidation, but also with excitement.

He then began smacking my ass with the paddle harder than before, feeling my ass beginning to burn a bit more now as he passed ten.

The second ten were definitely harder still, making me moan out at each swat.

I could hear ohhs and ahhs from the crowd behind me, some obviously aghast at how hard Master was striking me now, but I’m sure there would be a few submissives wishing they were in my place right now, too.

“Twenty well done, Evelyn, are you okay?” he asked me.

“Ohh, yes, wonderful, thank you, Master,” I replied with a smile on my face, but also feeling a burning heat emitting from my ass now.

I heard Master then say, “You,” obviously to someone in the crowd. Then heard him whispering to someone behind me, but couldn’t make out what was being said.

Then suddenly I felt a fluffy, soft hand, well, mitt really, gently soothing across my ass, cooling my ass down with nice pleasurable feelings.

“And up over her back and spine,” Master said as the mitt now travelled over my back and down my spine, which gave me wonderful, pleasurable shivers as he did so, before coming back and rubbing once more over my ass.

“Sometimes when they think they couldn’t take anymore, soothing and comforting them, letting them know you are looking after them well too, can enable them to relax and let you push them just that little bit further.

As the mitt pulled away from my skin, I heard Master thank the person.

There was a pause, probably not as long as it seemed, before I then felt a slight swish and tails of a whip gently swat over my ass now.

The whip was then swished back and forth slowly over my ass, eventually getting faster and harder. The whip now strikes over the top of my ass, down over the bottom of my ass cheeks and then over the tops of my thighs.

Master carried on whipping me over my ass area, then suddenly felt the whip being swished over my back now.

Again, the intensity of the whips over my back started low but gradually built up again, until I could feel the tails of the whip striking into my back so hard it left me wondering if they would be leaving welts on my body.

Well, I had been told my body would be used and abused, my mind thinking, as I was trying not to grimace too much, as I could now feel pain more than pleasure.

But through all this, parts of my body were reacting sexually to the abuse. My Nipples were hard and sticking straight out, and if they rubbed against the wooden cross, this made me quiver with pleasure.

My cunt was getting so wet, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before my juices would be dribbling down my thighs and visible to many looking on.

Ten hard, fast swishes of the whip over my ass and back had me moaning, biting my bottom lip so as not to squeal out louder.

Then that soothing softness of the mitt again.

Master spoke, “This is a pinwheel. It’s exactly what the name says it is, several small pins around a wheel,” as I then felt him run the wheel across my whipped ass. I squealed as he must have run it across some welts on my ass, feeling the pain as the pins ran over them.

As the pin-wheel was taken away, I then felt the length of a cane rub over my ass, making me bite my lip, knowing that Master would now likely make sure I was suitably marked from the cane.

I heard him swish the cane behind me, not touching me yet. But just the sound of the cane made me tense slightly, as I felt even more excitement rush through my body.

Then the first blow to my ass with the cane, no build-up this time, just a loud smack as the cane hit my ass, then again.

“Twenty, I think whore,” Master said, “And count them for everyone to hear,” he ordered me.

“Yes, Master,” was all I replied, now waiting.

Then came the swish of the cane and the feel of it striking my ass hard.

“Ohhhh One Master,” I said.

Then quickly another “Two Master.”

This time, he administered two swipes of the cane in quick succession, before I could speak.

“Ohhhhhh three, four Master,” I managed get out now, though.

Then another two.

“Shit,” I said before adding, “Five, six, Master.”

My ass now felt it was burning, really burning, but the blows continued, mostly on my ass, some at the top of my thighs as I counted them out as ordered.

“Fifteen, sixteen,” I was gritting my teeth and squealing now.

Then the final four blows were made in very quick succession.

“OH godd fuck 17, 18, 19, 20 Master,” as I heard Master whisper in my ear, “Good girl.”

Master then brought me a bottle of water to take a sip from, holding it to my mouth.

“I will let you all have a look at this whores marks before moving on”, Master said as I could then feel people mill around me, some touching me, feeling the welts and lines Master had given me.

Once anyone who wished inspect my body had done so, Master came over and uncuffed my wrists and ankles, holding me until I felt I was steady enough on my heels by myself.

I took this opportunity to kiss Master and thanked him for the way he’d used me.

He then took my hand and led me over to the other side of the room, where he had ropes lying close to the chains which were dangling from the ceiling.  There was a large ring attached to the end, and a pulley system for lowering and raising everything. I realised, as he told me earlier, I was to be bound by a rope and suspended by the chains.

“You have seen an example of this whore cuffed and flogged when strapped to a St. Andrew's Cross, and now I hope to show you some rope bondage techniques using my whore,” Master told those still in the room.

Master lowered the rings, attached to the chain, using the pulley system. He then threaded a total of 9 ropes through the rings, so they now hung down.

He told me to lie face down on a piece of carpet below the ring system, which I did immediately.

“Now spread those legs wide whore,” he commanded me.

He then wound the outside ropes around each of my ankles so that I was almost in a split position now. Tying them around the ankles. Further ropes were tied around my legs just above each knee and again just around the tops of my thighs.

With my legs tied wide like this, my cunt was on view to all.

Then, taking another rope, he tied it around my waist, just above my hips.

“Lift your top half whore,” he then ordered me.

As I pushed my upper torso off the floor on my hands, he wound a rope around each breast, then around my back and tied the knot. This was to help hold my weight to the ring suspended from the ceiling, as were the other rope ties.

He then pulled my hair into a ponytail before intertwining it again with rope so that my head was also secured and tied to the ceiling systems.

Lastly, he took my hands and bound each one with rope. Taking the other end of the rope, he now bound this to the ropes holding my ankles, leaving me spread out so that when suspended, my breasts would be uncovered (apart from the rope binding them) and my cunt wide open.

He then checked the ropes again, ensuring that they didn’t dig into me too tightly. And to ensure they were strong enough that the rope would hold me suspended from the ceiling, he advised me.

Once he had finished, he began to pull on the pulley, which started to lift me off the floor, suspending me totally in the air.

Once I was about level with his groin, he stopped and tied the pulley rope to other rings in the wall.

I was now totally suspended, bound only by ropes, completely open and vulnerable to everyone watching.

Master then turned me around 360 degrees, on the ropes, so that everyone could see me in the bound state I was in.

I then felt him slap my ass with a riding crop, “Ohhhhh”, as I let out a small squeal.

He slapped me a few more times with the crop on my already red, bruised and marked ass, causing me to squeal out each time with the pain.

He then flicked the crop underneath my legs and ran it gently and slowly over my cunt and clit, before he jerked his hand, as I now felt the crop slap at my cunt lips.

“Ohhh Goddddddd,” I moaned out loudly as this new sensation sent shivers through my body, but it just made my cunt so wet now.

Three or four more slaps the same, my clit and cunt both now tingling.

He then ran the crop up my mound over my stomach towards my breasts, feeling the tip of the crop circling my nipples, which were already so hard, like little bullets now.

Again, he flicked his hand and the crop slapped against each nipple in turn.

One, two, three, four, five, then a sixth to each. Every slap of the crop is harder than the one before.

Fuck I was squealing loudly, even before he returned to slapping the crop over my clit again. “OMG fuckkk mmmmmmmmmm.”

But at the same time, my whole body felt on fire now, as my juices began leaking from my cunt.

Master then spoke, “You two, I need your help,” as I could see two well-built men walk towards us now from the crowd.

Master spoke to them, and I could see them both nod some sort of affirmative towards him.

Master then produced a coin which he tossed, and one of the men said, “Heads”

Master responded, “Heads, it is your choice.”

“I’ll have the whores cunt,” he then said with a smile.

He then proceeded to stand between my splayed legs, as the other man stood facing my face.

With my hair bound by the rope, I was looking straight at the man’s crotch as he then unbuckled his trousers, pushing them down along with his pants, to his ankles.

Mmmm, an impressive-sized cock sprang free, pointing straight at my mouth. I assumed that the other man had also done the same. I knew for sure when I felt him rub his cock over my wet, throbbing, needy cunt now.

The man in front of me rubbed his cock over my mouth and lips as Master said, “Open up, little whore, let these men enjoy you.”

As soon as I opened my mouth, he shoved the head of his cock past my lips into my eager mouth as Master said, “Show everyone what a wonderful bound cocksucker you are, Evelyn.”

At the same time, I felt the other man’s cock push open my cunt as he slid in, what felt like a good-sized cock as he was stretching my cunt open now too.

They both just wanted to use me, and both were thrusting their cocks in my mouth and cunt at the same time.

Master spoke, “Let the ropes and the whore do the work,” as he showed them to swing the ropes so that I was pushed forward onto the cock in my mouth before being pulled back onto the cock stuffed in my cunt now.

They began to get the hang of it, finding a rhythm as I was moved back and forth from one cock to the other now.

I was enjoying the sensations of being spit-roasted like this, when suddenly I felt the crop again being rubbed over my ass, then as I was being fucked at both ends, I again felt the slap of the crop on my red, welted, bruised and marked ass.

I tried to scream out, but couldn’t as the cock kept stuffing in and out of my throat as he gently held the rope in my hair, guiding me.

Oh my God, this was the most exquisite combination of pain and pleasure I’d ever experienced, as all three continued their assault on the various parts of my body. Each cock slammed deep into me now as the crop reigned down relentlessly on my abused ass.

My body was beginning to quiver, shake and convulse as I felt the start of a huge orgasm flood through my body.

However, they both just kept fucking me as Master kept whipping me throughout my Orgasm. My juices were now squirting around the sides and finding a way out of my saturated cunt.

Then I heard the man fucking my mouth moan out, “Fuck, I’m ready to cummm.”

Master told him to fill the whores mouth, which moments later he did, shooting globs of his spunk deep in my throat.

Master then stopped his beatings with the crop, leaving the man fucking my cunt free to really pound in and out of my throbbing cunt.

All I could think was, Fuck, I needed this, I wanted fucked, I wanted him to fill me full of spunk.

I was screaming out now as he fucked me hard, “FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FILL ME WITH YOU SPUNK.”

He pulled hard on the rope, pulling me deep onto his cock as he grunted and shot his cum in me. I could then feel his spunk swirling around inside me, causing me to have another Orgasm, not as huge as before.

My juices, mixed with his spunk, now flowed from me as soon as he began to pull out.

The master thanked the two men who cleaned up and left us.

“Open that mouth whore,” Master ordered as he twirled me around so that everyone watching could see the remnants of cum in my mouth and watch as the spunk dribbled from my cunt.

Master then lowered me to the floor before undoing the ropes fully and helping me to my feet.

Then he led me over to the cage in the corner, and opened its door “Inside whore”, he commanded.

I crawled inside and lay down my knees up to my breasts in an almost fetal position due to the restricted space.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we will take a break, for say half an hour, then I will demonstrate some of the electro stimulation equipment, using my whore again."

With that, the crowd began to head out of the door, although I heard a few ask Master if they could stay and use their own submissives in the Dungeon.

“Yes, please do, there is this one and also the other room set up as a dungeon, for tonight,” the master told them.

Master then left the room, leaving the couple on their own in The Dungeon, with me now locked up in the cage, rolled up in a ball.