We then all headed back to our tables, my mind in a state of confusion. Had I enjoyed it? Or had I not? I wasn’t really sure, and all those questions from earlier were still playing over in my mind.

I watched as Mistress Fiona went to Sabrina and kissed her. Kissing my husband!!. Then, managed to read Mistress Fiona’s lips, I could see that she was asking if he/she was okay.

I then watched, open-mouthed, as she just pushed the butt plug back in Sabrina’s now gaping, spunk-filled hole and led her away, disappearing towards the ladies' toilets.

A thought crossed my mind, and I excused myself to Sir and headed off to the toilets, wanting to check Dave was okay.

When I walked in, Sabrina was bent over a sink, regaining her breath and composure. I approached, saying, “Dave, Dave, are you okay?”

Mistress Fiona then appeared from a cubicle. “Evelyn, please, when you speak to her, always call her by her name, which is Sabrina,” she told me.

“But it's my husband Dave, I can call him what I please,” I said, annoyed with what Mistress Fiona had said to me.

“Evelyn,” She said to me in a much more stern voice now.

“You have given up all rights to Dave, the husband, and you are Sir’s whore are you not?” She looked at me as she said this.

“Yes, yes, yes, I am, but...” she then interrupted me.

“Well, I hope you are not going to make me have to speak to Sir and tell him of your disrespect towards me and to Sabrina, are you?”

I paused........”N No,” I said

“NO WHO WHORE,” she now shouted at me

“Sorry, No Mistress Fiona,” now remembering my place.

Then, turning to my husband, she asked him, “What’s your name bitch?

“Sabrina, Mistress Fiona,” he replied.

“And who owns you, Sabrina?” again asked him.

“You do, Mistress Fiona, I’m your sissy slut,” he said, shocking me a little.

“Your Sir gave Sabrina to me to own Evelyn, so suggest you speak to him if, for some reason, you are not happy with that. NOW PLEASE LEAVE,” again ordering me in a very stern manner.

I wanted to argue, but I knew it was pointless, so I turned, opened the door and left, heading back to the table.

As I got close to the table, Sir looked at me, slightly perplexed  “Are you okay, Evelyn?” he enquired, as he could see by my expression that something was wrong.

“Did you give Dave to Mistress Fiona to own, Sir?” I asked him, probably the first time I’d ever queried anything he’d said or done.

“Yes, Evelyn, I did. But it's what Dave wanted. He has been so relieved that his femininity and dressing have come out in the open, as keeping it a secret from all had been causing him lots of stress,” Sir told me as I stood a little shocked, hearing this.

“Evelyn, I’ve always told you if you want this to end, just say, and you can go back to your life with Dave, but I’m not sure if you can go back as you have both changed so much,” he said

I knew he was right. I couldn’t go back. Any day I’m not being used, even if I’m recovering from being battered and bruised from being a pain slut, I still crave cock, it's always part of my thoughts and dreams now.

Sir then spoke in a much more stern tone than he’d spoken to me before. “You have barely spoken or had any consideration for your husband over the past month, Evelyn. But only now, when you see him be the person he wishes to be, do you now have thoughts for him?”

He was right, I was so wrapped up in my own new way of life, that I hadn’t really paid any attention to how my husband might have felt, especially that night he had seen me gangbanged by around 20 black cocks. That must have been a shock to him, too.

Also, I had grown feelings for Sir, always preferring to go ‘Home’ to Sir rather than to my husband.

I now knew that my marriage, if there was one, had changed totally and would never be the same again. I was resigned to always being the whore I had become.

“Please take your seats,” Sir announced, and we will recommence with the second draw.

“I will ask Mistress Fiona to come up and draw this one. Bring the sissy slut with you, Mistress Fiona,” he told her.

Mistress Fiona led Sabrina towards our table by her leash, tugging her along behind her.

She then reached into the bag and pulled out the second counter of the evening, handing it to Sir.

“Oh dear,” he laughed I think sissy Sabrina will be in for a torrid time. IT’S TABLE THREE,” he announced loudly.

More clapping and hollering as I then saw table three was a Table of Female Dommes, which I knew from experience meant that Sabrina would likely be spanked, whipped, and caned roughly.

This was the table Mistress Fiona had been at the night I was the entertainment.

She handed over Sabrina to the women, who once more guided her over to the room behind the curtains.

They wasted no time in securing Sabrina’s wrists and ankles to the relative cuffs so that she was bent over the spanking table.

Two of the women lifted the hem of Sabrina’s maid's dress until it was around her waist.

They then both picked up paddles and took turns striking her bum for ten hard swats each.

Dave, sorry, I mean Sabrina, was screaming out with each swat as her bum cheeks turned a lovely shade of red.

As they spanked Sabrina, they kept asking her things in between every two swats of the paddles.

“Who are you?” “I’m Sabrina,” was the reply.

Swat, Swat

“What are you?” again his reply, “I’m a sissy slave and slut.”

Swat, Swat.

“Who owns you?”

“Mistress Fiona,” Sabrina managed to moan through the pain being inflicted on her bum.

Swat, Swat.

“Did you want this bitch?” “Yes, yes, I wanted to be owned by Mistress Fiona.

Swat, Swat.

I realised that this was now being done for my benefit, making it clear to me after my slight run-in with Mistress Fiona earlier.

“Are you prepared to be Mistress Fiona’s sissy slave 24/7?” they then asked.

“Yes, yes, I want to be owned by her completely,” Sabrina moaned out loudly now. stunning me in the process. Dave, my husband, was gone in that one moment, the transformation to Sabrina now complete, it seemed.

Mistress Fiona stood there looking at me with a smirk on her face now.

I turned to Sir. “How could you make this happen? Fiona told me you gifted my husband to her?”

Sir was quite stern in his response to me. “Yes, I did, and like you, Evelyn, it is what he wanted, to no longer need to hide Sabrina from the world, to now live his life as her.

“I think you have been quite disobedient and disrespectful to Mistress Fiona earlier, I believe, and now me too,” Sir told me.

He signalled to Mistress Fiona to us.

“My little whore needs to be punished for how she has reacted to seeing Sabrina finally flourish as the girl she wishes to be. Take her and tie her beside Sabrina, and they can be punished together one last time” Mistress Fiona just smiled wickedly and nodded to Sir.

I thought of protesting, but realised that would be futile and likely lead to further harsher punishment for me.

Mistress Fiona led me over to the spanking bench and tied my ankles to the bench, telling me to bend over before binding my wrists to the other side, holding me in this bent-over position.

She lifted the hem of my short cocktail dress over my hips, undid the zipper at the back, so that my bare back was now also showing.

Mistress Fiona told the others to concentrate on Sabrina and that she would deal with this little disobedient whore.

She then leaned in and whispered in my ear, “You will learn not to disrespect your Owner or any other Master or Mistress Evelyn”

She then took a paddle. “The whore needs to catch up on Sabrina”

She then swatted my ass ferociously twice, making me squeal out with the pain of each.

“What are you, Evelyn?” she asked, just as the others had done with Sabrina.

I managed to reply, “I’m a whore, Mistress Fiona.”

SWAT, SWAT, both again harder than I’d ever felt before. I knew I had upset her.

“Whose whore?”

“I’m Sir’s whore,” I squealed out, my ass already throbbing, especially as now on top of the beating I’d taken on Wednesday night.

SWAT, SWAT, she seemed to spank me even harder each time

“Who owns you whore?” as I managed to say through gritted teeth now, “Sir owns me, Mistress Fiona.”

SWAT, SWAT. ohhh fuckkkkkk so hard

“Whose ring is on your wedding finger whore?” She surprised me by asking this.

OHHH SHIT I hadn’t worn my wedding ring since Sir removed it last weekend. Dave/Sabrina looked up at me with a puzzled look on his face.

“Sir’s Ring Mistress,” I said softly, not wanting to hurt my husband, not wanting him to find out this way.

To find out, I didn’t wear his wedding ring now, but Sirs Slut ring instead.

SWAT, SWAT hard and fast. “Speak up whore.”

“I wear Sir’s ring only on my wedding finger,” I squealed out, now seeing a stunned look on my husband's face.

SWAT, SWAT, SWAT fuckk three hard spanks my ass, which really was on fire right now

“Ohhh Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk” I screamed from the pain.

“Why whore, why do you wear Sir’s ring and not your husband's?”

I wanted to say, please stop, I don’t want to humiliate my husband more, but I knew I couldn’t stop this now. Mistress Fiona intended to humiliate Dave/Sabrina.

SWAT, SWAT “Well whore”

“I love Sir,” I screamed out, “I belong to him, he owns me. I’m totally his.” I tried not to look at my husband, but I couldn’t help it, and I saw his head hanging down, not looking at me.

SWAT, SWAT, SWAT, SWAT, four last hard spanks with the paddle had me screaming and holding back tears in my eyes, only just.

I’d never felt such heat in my body as I felt at this moment in time.

My ass was obviously very red, very sore, but it was still sending shivers through my body.

Mistress Fiona now spoke to the other women.  “You two pick up the whips, and give me one. Then continue to concentrate on Sabrina.

I knew I’d really upset Mistress Fiona earlier, but Sir would surely step in if she took this too far, would he not?

They all began swishing the whips over both our ass’s now, Mistress Fiona again more severely than the other two were with Sabrina.

Sabrina wasn’t as used to this, it seems, as I was, as her squeals and screams matched mine even though Mistress Fiona was whipping me far more severely than she was whipping her.

She then even started to whip me over my bare back, causing welts to form now both on my ass and my back.

Only Sabrina’s ass was whipped, which I was thankful for, as that’s all they did so.

It must have hurt her finding out I didn’t wear my husband’s wedding ring anymore, and me confessing that I loved Sir, and so I didn’t wish her to have to take such a beating as I was receiving from Mistress Fiona.

“You two get my cane and then get ready and prepare Sabrina for what comes after,” she told the other women now.

After four or five further whips over my back, the whipping stopped then. I again was just thankful that Mistress Fiona was taking her anger out on me and not on Sabrina, as I’m not sure she couldn’t have handled it yet. Fuck I was even struggling to handle it this time.

I then heard the swish of the cane as Mistress Fiona had a few practices.

Then, without warning, I felt a hard stroke of the cane on my ass, which I’m sure must have drawn blood with the intensity and ferocity with which she used the cane on my already sore, welted ass.

Then once more the stroke of the cane on my other ass cheek, again hard and feeling now as though again drawing blood.

I could hear gasps and Ohhs from the watching audience now.

“Will you be disrespectful again Whore?” she asked me now.

“Through the tears I was now shedding, I managed to sob out “N.. No, Mistress Fiona, I won't be disrespectful again. I’ve learned my lesson. Thank you.”

I was subjected to at least another ten strokes of the cane on each cheek. I was screaming and crying as tears were running down my cheeks.

And then it stopped.

“Okay, you two Fuck Sabrina, let her enjoy and cum. I wish to take care of fucking this dirty little whore” she said

The two women were wearing strap-ons about 8” I’d say, as Mistress Fiona was rummaging through a drawer in front of my eye line.

“Ahh, this is what I’m looking for,” she said as my eyes opened wide as she picked out this huge, thick black strap on, god knows how long it was, maybe 13/14 inches, but it was huge and so so thick. It was even thicker than I remembered Dan’s cock was.

The two women were taking turns pounding in and out of Sabrina’s ass now, and as I looked at her, I could see she was definitely enjoying it.

Dave, it seems, was a sissy slut, but Dave, my husband, had gone, and I now accepted that it was and would be only Sabrina from now on, if we ever met again.

Mistress Fiona now stood behind me and rubbed the huge cock against my cunt.

“I heard how much you loved Big Black cock last week, and can see you wearing your QoS anklet whore. I’m sure I will not require lube, Evelyn, as I know how wet such a beating will have you made you,” she told me.

She was right, my cunt was flowing with juices, all down my thighs as she just shoved the cock in me, feeling my cunt being stretched so fucking wide. “JESUSSSS FUCKKKKKKKKK OHHH GODDD NO, YES OH FUCKKKKKK” I muttered loudly, but incoherently.

Mistress Fiona showed me no mercy or respite, just kept shoving the huge cock in my stretched and now very sore cunt.

I couldn’t believe the pain I felt. It was like a sharp stinging as she pushed deeper, telling me, “What a dirty whore you are, Evelyn, just taking this huge fucking cock like it was natural.”

Her hips were now pushing against me as the tip of the cock was pushing against my cervix, “In time, your ex-husband, Sabrina, will be taking such cock too. Just a pair of whores who need fucked, need punished and need cock. Isn’t that true Whore?” she then asked me.

“Fuckkkk ohh god, fuck yes yes I need cock, I love cock, big cocks. I NEED TO BE USED AND ABUSED.” I was screaming out now.

Sabrina was just looking over towards me, whenever she managed to open her eyes, during the fucking and pounding she was taking from the other two women. Fuck my ex-husband (as Mistress Fiona told me) was becoming a pain and cock whore just like me.

Mistress Fiona began to fuck me so hard and deep with this huge strap-on cock, as I could now feel the head bump at my cervix with every thrust. This had me cumming and squirting my cum juices all around inside me, and then dribbling from my cunt now.

I then heard Sabrina give out a grunt and knew she’d cum also from being a little whore for her new Mistress.

When Mistress Fiona finished with me, she just pulled the strap on out in one go, my cunt making like a huge farting sound as the air escaped from my gaping hole of a cunt now.

Sir then spoke, “Well, that’s the time up, and two whores for the price of one it seems,” he said, laughing along with everyone else.

As both Sabrina and I were untied from the bench, I reached over and kissed her “I’m sorry, Dave,” adding, “I never meant for all this to happen, but I couldn’t stop myself. I really am a whore.” I added.

He looked at me and just said, “Well, we both have lives as someone’s whore now, and you will have to live with it,” as he was then pulled away by her leash by Mistress Fiona.

I was stunned and shocked by his response. and could feel tears welling up in my eyes, when Sir came over, seeing me like that, he took me in his arms and just held me tightly to him, placing several soft, loving kisses on my forehead as everyone else began to disperse