I don’t know how long had passed, that I'd been bent over, tied to the table, before I heard the Lift doors opening and saw Rob, my hotel Boss, walking over to me.

He could see my ass and cunt had been well used as both were so red, gaping wide open and dribbling spunk.

“Fucking hell, Evelyn, are you okay?” he asked me, concerned, seeing the state I was in.

“Yes, Rob, I’m hella sore, but okay, I think anyway,” I managed to say to him.

Rob Untied me and lifted me in his arms and took me through to the bedroom and laid me down on the bed.

“Just you rest there, Evelyn. I will be back in an hour when my shift finishes, and I will sort you and bring you some food, as I’m sure you must be hungry.” Rob said.

I gave a smile as best I could “Thank you, Rob, can you get me a glass of water just now, though?” I asked.

Rob disappeared and returned with a glass of water, which I drank quickly as I was definitely thirsty.

“Will you be okay, Evelyn?” Rob asked in a concerned voice.

“Yes, I will be okay, I just need sleep now, I think,” and before Rob had even got to the lift, I think I was fast asleep.

I was woken from my sleep, feeling myself being softly shaken.

“Hey, Evelyn, I’ve brought you some soup,” I heard a gentle voice.

As I managed to open my eyes, I could see it was already dark outside.

“What time is it?” I asked Rob.

“It’s 9 pm, Evelyn, you looked so tired that I left you to sleep earlier,” He told me.

“Shouldn’t you have finished work, Rob, and gone home?” I asked him, wondering why he was still around the hotel.

“I had to cover another’s shift, as someone phoned in sick, Evelyn, and I did say to your Master that I'd make sure you were okay.”

It was lovely of Rob to say and do all this for me.

I sat up in the bed so that I could take the tray, with the soup, as I was indeed famished now.

“From the state your cunt and ass were in earlier, Evelyn, those two must have been huge in the cock department. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman’s holes stretched and gaping like you were,” Rob said with a tone of consideration and concern for me.

“They both were so huge, and I can't deny that taking Terry’s cock in my ass was the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced. However, I did derive some pleasure from it, but most of all, I felt so proud that I’d managed to let him fuck my ass, where others couldn’t. I know Sir will be proud of me,” I told Rob how I’d felt about it.

Once I finished my soup, I got up out of bed. Initially a bit unsteady on my feet due to the day's exertions and having been tied down in a bent-over position for so long.

However, Rob helped me to the bathroom so I could take a long, lovely shower.

As the water cascaded down over my body, I thought back to what had happened today, how I’d just been used by Bill and Terry, who, it seemed, struggled to get any woman to fuck them normally due to the size and girth of their cocks. I did feel proud that I had given them the fucking they required. With such horny thoughts going through my mind, my fingers slid down my body towards my cunt.

However, as soon as I rubbed my fingers over my clit or cunt lips, I was so sore still that I shivered in pain. I tried sliding my fingers in my still wide-open, loose cunt, but again was left frustrated by the sheer pain I felt from the soreness aching in my cunt.

I just finished my shower, although I was still horny, but also frustrated that I couldn’t make myself cum. After drying and dressing, I asked Rob if he could contact my driver to take me home.

Once I got home, I sat and watched some TV, my mind still thinking of those two huge cocks. My body is still on fire, but knowing the state I was in, it's best not to play with myself or use my toys tonight.

I eventually just went to bed, and obviously, as I was still feeling the effects from being used the way I had been earlier, I soon nodded off and slept all night.

I woke in the morning, still sore around my cunt and ass, but feeling much more refreshed than I had felt last night. I began wondering what I should do today, knowing Sir would not be home until late tomorrow night.

I knew that I should go back to my house and clear out a few things, as I now accepted, that now this would be my home and that Dave had made the choice, through his love of me I was now aware, to set me free to be the true woman I was and be the whore that Sir had shown was inside me.

I hoped this had freed Dave to bring his feminine side out more and more as Sabrina. something he’d hidden from me during our married life.

I knew I would always feel love for Dave, no matter what, and would never regret being married to him.

Despite being free to wear what I wished, I’d become conditioned to feeling good when dressed sexily, and I wore a low-cut top without a bra, a shortish skirt just above mid-thigh length, and, as always, stockings and suspenders underneath. I don’t own any panties nowadays. and slipped my feet into a pair of 4” high heel shoes.,

I buzzed the driver's phone and asked him if he could meet me out front in 15 minutes, and told him where I was going.

As it was such a beautiful day I was down and outside waiting on the driver, who apologised profusely, worried he’d kept me waiting.

I smiled at him, seeing him relax, at my body language, as I told him, “No, it was me who was early, I just wanted to be out in this lovely weather, everything is okay.”

As we drove through town, I was still fidgeting on the seat, unable to get truly comfortable due to the soreness I felt from yesterday still.

As we approached my house, I saw there was a car in the driveway that I didn’t recognise. I told the driver to pull up next door, and once he opened my door, I stepped out and made my way towards the front door.

I asked the driver to stay within a short distance from the door, as I really didn’t know whose car this was.

I gently put the key in the lock, making as little noise as possible, as I unlocked the door and pushed it open quietly.

I could hear noises from upstairs and slowly made my way up the stairs, drawn to my old bedroom by the sounds emitting from it. Sounds I knew well, of someone being punished, spanked, paddled, whipped or caned.

As I pushed open the door I was shocked to see Dave or Sabrina now, spread-eagled face down and tied to our bed with what seemed a large butt plug deep in his ass as Mistress Fiona was punishing him for something.

When she saw me, she stopped for a moment and spoke to me calmly, “Evelyn, go downstairs and wait in the lounge for me. I will be down soon, and we will talk.”

Looking at Sabrina, I could see she was dressed in some of my old sexy clothes Sir had bought me when I first become his slut and in my mind I wanted to stay and watch. However, I remembered the last time I’d questioned Mistress Fiona, so I retreated from the bedroom, heading back downstairs.

As I sat on the couch in our lounge, I could hear the whack of whatever implement Mistress Fiona was using on Sabrina’s bare ass, followed by her squeals, and sometimes hearing a squeal and a “Sorry, Mistress,” from Sabrina.