I didn’t wake up until 10 am the next morning, feeling more refreshed but still feeling the effects of the night before.

Sir was already up, and I wandered through to the kitchen once awake, though still naked.

Sir greeted me.

“Good morning, Evelyn. How are you feeling today?”

“I’m feeling good, although a bit sore, Sir,” I replied, rubbing my bum softly and tenderly.

Sir grinned, “I think the Dungeon Master has done a good job last night then, as I know just what a pain slut you can be, Evelyn.”

I punched his arm playfully, “Ohhh, Sir, what are you trying to say about little innocent me,” before putting my arms around him as we enjoyed a long, sensual, passionate kiss.

“I don’t think I have to say anything, Evelyn. Those marks on your bum and back say it all,” he laughed.

The next few days were spent at home with Sir, relaxing and soaking in the bath, with him applying ice packs to my bum, trying to heal the scrapes and bruises in time for Saturday night at the restaurant.

By Friday evening, I was feeling a lot better. The welts had begun to fade, and whilst there was still slight bruising, the soreness had begun to disappear.

I asked Sir what was in store for Saturday, remembering my last trip to the Restaurant, but he told me I would have to wait and see; not everything was about me, he told me.

Hmmm, he definitely had me wondering now.

On Saturday, I started getting ready to go out, showering and making sure I was smooth and bare all over as always.

Once dried off, I came out into the bedroom, where Sir had laid out a red cocktail dress, which was about mid-thigh length, not as short as he usually has me wear, I thought. However, the rest was my normal wear, black stockings with red back seams and a red 6-strap suspender belt. 6" open-toed red high-heeled shoes.

When I put the dress on, it clung to my curves wonderfully, making me feel very sexy.

I was wearing my jewellery, which Sir had given me before Dwayne took me to the awards dinner. My “SIRS SLUT.” necklace, the bracelet and also the ace of spades anklet.

“You look amazing as always, Evelyn,” Sir told me.

As we travelled through town to the restaurant, Sir held me close, kissing my forehead lovingly.

On our arrival, as we got out of the car, others arriving at the same time greeted both Sir and me, like a couple.

“Good evening, Sir and Evelyn. God, Evelyn, you look so gorgeous, elegant, but so sexy. You definitely have found a treasure this time, Sir. Be careful not to let her go,” He giggled with Sir, who replied to him.

“Oh, I definitely don’t intend to lose her,” Sir said, smiling at me.

We entered the restaurant and were shown to our seats just like the last time; however, Sir and I weren’t alone at the table like before, as there was a group of four other couples who joined us.

Our food was served, and there was a jovial atmosphere at the table with everyone in conversation, and I was always included, more as an equal. Not like I was there as Sir’s submissive Slut.

However, I loved it all.

Once we had all finished dinner, Sir stood up and addressed everyone.

“If we have a 15-minute break for drinks and the toilet, we will begin the evening's activities thereafter.” As many began heading to the toilets or to order drinks from the waiters.

I wondered what things I’d have to do this time, remembering the table of a group of young men, the Doms and Dommes table I’d served last time. I noticed they were all here again, although I hadn’t seen Mistress Fiona, who seemed to be missing from their table tonight.

Once the 15 minutes were up and everyone was seated, Sir again stood up and addressed everyone in the restaurant.

“I’m sure you all remember our last get-together when I introduced you all to this beautiful, amazingly sexy woman, Evelyn. And some tables were lucky enough to be drawn out of the hat to enjoy the whore that she is. Well, I’m so pleased that she’s still with us and here at my table as my guest tonight,” he said.

His Guest? Am I not to be used by the others tonight? I didn’t know whether to feel happy about that or disappointed that I wasn’t going to be used like the whore I had so become for Sir.

“But tonight is all about Mistress Fiona,” he said.

I looked around as I definitely hadn’t seen her at the table earlier.

"So tonight, Mistress Fiona wishes to introduce us to her new Sissy submissive. The rules, as normal, shall apply. A table number will be drawn to determine who has the pleasure of using Mistress Fiona’s sissy slave.

So, before I blabber on too much, I will ask Mistress Fiona to bring in her new slave."

I watched as, beyond the people standing at the other tables, I could see Mistress Fiona leading someone into the room on a collar and leash, just as I had been previously.

Sir now spoke again above the noise.

“I’d like you all to welcome Mistress Fiona’s sissy slave. ‘Sabrina'”

No, it can’t be, it can’t. WTF!!!

I looked at Sir, who was smiling as I looked at the sissy slave, Sabrina, who I could see was my husband Dave in his female ego again.

“As always, we draw table numbers out of the hat at random. The first table drawn will have an hour with Sabrina, then we will have a half-hour break, and then another table will be the lucky winner of Mistress Fiona’s new sissy slave. However, that will be it all for tonight, I’m afraid,” Sir told the audience to groans of disappointment.

“I will ask my guest, Evelyn, to draw the first table number tonight,” Sir said, holding out the bag towards me.

I was stunned and shook my head a little, feeling I couldn’t do this, but Sir looked at me and spoke, “Evelyn, draw the number, please, my little whore.”

So reluctantly, I reached into the bag, pulled out a counter and handed it to Sir.

Sir looked at the counter, then announced, “Evelyn has pulled out Table No ............................8.”

Table 8 began clapping and cheering as they all stood up. I could see it was a table of men.

Sir whispered in my ear, “Ohh, you have picked a wonderful table for Sabrina, Evelyn, all the Bi Men who have a fetish for TVs.”

I watched as though in a trance as the head of the table came down to take hold of the leash attached to Sabrina/Dave’s collar from Mistress Fiona and led her back to their table.

Sabrina was then taken to the room, behind a curtain, where I’d previously been thoroughly used by the table of Dom men and Domme Women.

Sir turned and kissed me. “Let's go watch Evelyn,” he said, although I wasn’t sure I wanted to, as not sure I could watch my husband be used by these men as their sissy slave/slut.

Sir could see the torment in my mind, in my eyes as he spoke to me.

“Evelyn, your husband has supported you in discovering the real you, the whore that needed to be freed. You should be happy that Dave, after keeping it secret from all, including you, his wife, is now able to find his true self as Sabrina. So go watch,” he now ordered me.

He took my hand and walked me over to the room, finding a space where I could see everything going on.

The leader of the table already had his cock in Sabrina’s mouth, telling her what a wonderful cocksucker she was.

Another of the men then went behind Sabrina, who was now kneeling on a fucking bench, her head bent over the bench with that cock deep in her mouth.

The man behind her, I needed somehow to think of my husband as Sabrina, as her, lifted the hem of her maid's dress over her hips. I could now see Sabrina’s ass framed in suspenders straps attached to stockings. He pulled down the sheer black panties she was wearing, and I could see that she had something stuffed in her ass.

Mistress Fiona stepped forward and spoke to us all now.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, you can see that my lovely sissy maid has been truly plugged. She has been like this for the past few days, getting her ready for this night. As you can see, she is already an accomplished cocksucker, she is still a virgin, and tonight will be the first cock she has taken in her hole,” She told everyone.

I gave a little gasp at hearing this, Sir, squeezing my hand tighter, comforting me in some way. But how do you prepare yourself to watch your husband used and fucked like a sissy slut!!.

Mistress Fiona then looked at me and spoke to Sir. “May I borrow Evelyn for a minute, Sir?” she asked him.

“Yes, of course you may,” he said, his hand moving down to the base of my spine, pushing me forward slightly.

Tentatively, I moved towards Mistress Fiona, thoughts running through my mind, does everyone here know that Sabrina is really my husband?

I stopped at Mistress Fiona, who whispered in my ear so that others couldn’t hear.

“Evelyn, I want you to have the honour of removing Sabrina’s butt plug from her ass. No one knows she’s your husband,” which at least answered the thoughts I had in my mind.

Again, still tentatively though, I stepped up behind Sabrina, and my fingers found the end of the plug embedded in her ass.

Fuck, it's huge, was my first thought as I slowly began to twist back and forth, almost unscrewing the plug from Sabrina’s ass.

I could hear her moan around the cock in her mouth as I did so, and heard the man in her mouth tell her, “Don’t stop sucking my cock, you little bitch.”

I tried to remove the butt plug as tenderly and softly as I could, not wishing to cause pain to my husband.

Then finally, with a final pull, the plug came free of her ass with a loud plop, as I gasped seeing her ass gaping open. Now wondering if that's what my ass looks like, too, after being fucked by those huge black cocks.

More clapping and cheering and shouts of “Well done, Evelyn, great job.”

I quickly walked back to Sir, who just hugged and kissed me, saying, “Good Girl Evelyn.”

The man behind Sabrina now was lubing up his cock as another lubed up Sabrina’s ass also and using his finger to open her ass up even more.

He told Sabrina that he was the lucky one who had won the right to take Sabrina’s virginity.

I then watched again, just staring really, as he rubbed the tip of his cock against Sabrina’s gaping hole, then pushed the head of his cock in the opening.

Sabrina moaned out as loud as she could, with her mouth full of cock, as she was obviously feeling the pain of being penetrated for the very first time.

I heard myself say “oh please don’t hurt her,” something I’d meant only to say to myself, but said louder than I had intended.

Mistress Fiona spoke to me, “Don’t worry, Evelyn, Sabrina wants this, needs this even, we have spoken of this all week.”

Hearing this from Mistress Fiona, I began to wonder how long this had been planned for.

Who had introduced my husband to Mistress Fiona?

Did he know this would happen tonight when I’d gone home to speak to Dave last weekend and caught him dressed?

So many unanswered questions running through my mind.

I was, however, brought back from my thoughts on hearing the slapping of skin on skin as Sabrina was now being fucked hard at both ends.

Sir had his arm around my waist as I heard people from the audience speak.

“Such a natural sissy slut”

“You sure this is the first Cock she’s taken?”

Mistress Fiona turned to Sir again, “May I borrow Evelyn one more time, Sir?”

“Of course,” he just said as I again walked over to Mistress Fiona.

Again, she whispered in my ear so that only the two of us knew what was being said.

“I want you to kneel between the bench and Sabrina, Evelyn. I want you to take his little cock in your mouth as I’m certain he will blow his load from being fucked for the first time, and I believe it’s only right that you, as his wife, receive that first load,” she told me.

Mistress Fiona ordered the two men to stop for a minute to allow me to get in between the bench and my husband.

Once I was in place, I took the tip of his cock in my mouth as Mistress Fiona then ordered the men to recommence fucking her sissy bitch.

They were both no longer holding back and were pounding Sabrina deep and hard. I could feel my husband's sissy cock push into my mouth with every thrust to his ass now.

I could taste the pre cum leak from his cock onto my tongue.

God, I’d done this so many times in the past, but this was different, so so different.

The leader of the table grunted, and he tensed as he cum, spilling his spunk in my husband’s (Sabrina) mouth.

This seemed to spark a chain of events, with the cock fucking Sabrina thrusting in so deep, thereby pushing Sabrina’s cock deep in my mouth too. He then grunted, and his body tensed, then moaned, “Ohhh fuck yes I’m cumming Sabrina, take your first load of cum in that hot hole of yours.”

This sent Sabrina over the edge, and she cum too, filling my mouth, his wife’s mouth, with her spunk, which I greedily swallowed and sucked all up.

The biggest surprise to me was that I came too, only slightly, but I could feel my juices dribble down my thigh.

Everyone was cheering and hollering, “Oh fuck, that was incredible.”

“Two wonderful dirty sluts.”

I crawled out from underneath Sabrina, and Mistress Fiona helped me to my feet, kissed me and again whispered, “Fuck, that was incredible. I hope you enjoyed it too, Evelyn.”

I just nodded, unable to find words to say.

I walked back over to Sir, who held me as he kissed my cheek and forehead.

I was standing there for the rest of the hour as Table 8 used Sabrina, watching as she was fucked time and time again at both ends. Her mouth had some cum dribbling from the corners, but her ass was flowing with spunk by the end.

Sir then spoke, “Unfortunately, Ladies and Gentlemen and especially for Table 8, that’s the hour up. Mistress Fiona, can you take good care of your sissy slut and after a half-hour break, we will draw out another Table.”