I woke the next morning still feeling slightly sore, although I had followed Mistress Fiona’s instructions before I had gone to bed.
I had a shower, got dressed, and spent the day just pottering around the house, waiting for Sir to get home that evening.
It was around 6 pm when I heard the car pull up outside our door. Then the front door opened, and Sir walked in.
I got up and walked over to him, throwing my arms around his neck and giving him a huge welcome home hug and kisses.
Sir looked at me, seeing concern on his face.“Are you okay, Evelyn? Both Rob and Fiona called me, told me what had happened,” he told me.
“Yes, Sir, I’m okay, just still a bit sore and tender”, I replied.
“I told them both your ass was off limits; they went too far. Let me see Evelyn,” Sir ordered me.
I turned around and, bending over, I lifted my skirt over my hips.
“Jesus, Evelyn. Two days and it’s still gaping open, red and swollen. I need to deal with this,” Sir now said as I wondered what he meant. How was he going to soothe my ass and deal with it?
Sir looked at me, smiled, and kissed me lovingly “I just need to make a phone call, then we can just spend the evening cuddled up on the settee.” My eyes sparkled with the thought of him holding me, making me feel safe in his arms.
True to his word, we spent the evening wrapped in each other's arms on the settee watching TV together, just like a normal loving couple.
I so wished that he would take me to bed and fuck me, despite my sore and tender state. However, Sir was so loving, so protective of me right now.
He just held me close all night on the settee, and also once we went to bed.
Over the next few days, I began to feel better. The soreness began to disappear. I hoped that my ass was returning to somewhat normality.
Sir had been wonderful, loving, and attentive. He helped to soothe my ass, massaging in the liquid that Mistress Fiona had given me.
I was sitting on the settee just reading when I heard something on the local news, which made me turn the volume up on the television.
Apparently, there may have been a suspected gang war, it said. Two men had been taken to the hospital with broken bones in their legs and hands, and had been beaten around the groin area.
I gasped when they put up pictures of the two men. It was Bill and Terry!!
My mind began to wonder if Sir had anything to do with this?
He had said he needed to deal with things. I thought he meant soothing my soreness, like he had done the past few days. But could he have meant dealing with Bill and Terry for going too far? For going against the limits he’d set them?
Surely not!!
I waited all afternoon for Sir to get home, and we were sitting at the dining table having dinner, when I spoke to Sir.
“Sir, I saw on local news at lunchtime that they reckoned that there had been some sort of gang wars in the area and that two men were taken to hospital with broken bones and injuries around their groin area”, I told him.
“We have a lovely city, but definitely some unscrupulous people in it”, Sir just said.
“But I recognised the two men’s pictures, Sir”, I said, waiting for his reaction.
“You did? Who?” he just asked me.
“Well, it was Bill and Terry, the two men from the weekend in the Penthouse, Sir”, I said in a slightly quizzical tone now.
Sir just laughed, “Well, there’s karma for you, Evelyn. You reap what you sow, it seems then”
I looked at Sir now, unsure of his response, which seemed to indicate that he had nothing to do with it. However, I couldn’t stop wondering. It seemed too coincidental.
Sir then changed the subject, “Fiona also told me that you and she had a long chat about Sabrina”
“Yes, we did, Sir, and I’m glad we did”, I told him.
“Did it help?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir, it really did. I now know, no matter what happens, that Sabrina is in good hands. She is with someone who will care for her and help her fully explore her feminine side. Help her take it as far as Sabrina wishes,” I told him.
“And I know, whilst we will always love each other, we both have to be the people we were meant to be.
Me as your loving submissive little whore, Sir,” I said, giggling. “And Sabrina, as the woman she can be.”
Sir leant in, held me in his arms, kissed my forehead, “I’m glad you have managed to be at peace with Sabrina”, then added.
“And I’m also glad you made your peace with Fiona, as I wouldn’t want to have to authorise the punishment again you took from her in the restaurant for your disrespectfulness,” he said, his turn now to giggle.
Over the course of the week, everything returned to normal. My ass healed up and closed again.
However, my cunt now felt looser, it seemed. Likely due to all the large cocks that had been stretching and stuffing it lately. However, I suppose that was only to be expected, I presumed.
I still kept having thoughts. Wondering if Sir had anything to do with the beating that had put both Bill and Terry in the hospital. Part of me felt shock that he could be involved in anything like that, but another part of me felt a sense of comfort from the fact that he was perhaps looking out for me and would do that to someone who went too far with me or harmed me in any way.
By the end of the week, I felt so much better. I was able to return to ‘work’ again at the hotel, serving clients. However, I noticed now that Rob or Tom (the assistant manager who also knew about me) would walk with me to the relative room, and always one of them was there when I was due to leave.
They had on a few occasions knocked on the room door and asked if ‘The Maid’ was ready, if things had run past the allotted times.
I suspect Sir had told them to do it this way, to make sure that anything similar to what happened with Bill & Terry, abusing me & leaving me tied up, never occurred again. It seemed everyone was looking out for me now after my dreadful experience with Bill and Terry.
Over the weekend, none of the hotel guests was anything out of the ordinary, well, if you can say, what I was now doing as being Ordinary. Single businessmen needing some relief, a few couples spicing up their sex life on a break away, two males away with work and also a single female who said it was her first time with another woman. She knew Rob, and it was he who suggested to her that I’d be the ideal woman for her first experience with another woman.
Sir had to go away on business again, over the weekend and told me that I had the weekend free to relax and recover.
I therefore picked up my phone and looked for Susan’s number and texted her.
‘Hey Susan, Evelyn here, hope you and that lovely husband are both well, and he’s treating you like the true slut you are, LOL’
I immediately got a reply.
‘Great to hear from you, Evelyn. Yes, we're both well, and Derek loves his new, more confident, slut wife lol’
‘I thought he would. Sir away on business, so I’m having a relaxing weekend on my own’ I text back.
Again, Susan replied straight away.
‘Oh God, Derek is also away on business. Why don’t we meet up and catch up in town, maybe even have a night out together?’
Smiling as I replied to Susan ‘Wow, that would be wonderful. How about coffee and then some shopping this afternoon, say 2 pm in Costa on Main Street?’
‘Sounds wonderful to me. Are we dressing sexy?’ Susan is putting me in stitches, making me giggle.
’Of course, how else would two sluts dress LOL’ was the reply I sent.
‘Okay, so look forward to catching up and having fun together, Evelyn XXX’ back from Susan.
Looking at the clock, which showed it was now noon, I headed to the bedroom to shower and change.
I had a long, refreshing shower. I made sure I was nice and smooth all over, and then set about getting dressed to meet Susan. Hmmm, what should I wear? She did say sexy?
I decided on a black top with plunging neckline, a little on the small size for me, but this just made my breasts jut out more.
A short Red Tartan skirt, coming to the top of my thighs. It just covers the Black stockings and suspenders I wore underneath.
Then finished off my look with my 5” High heel Red shoes with straps around the ankles.
The red of the shoe matches the red in my tartan skirt and my painted nails and lips.
Looking in the mirror, I was happy with the sexy woman staring back at me, ready to leave now.
The driver opens the door to the back of the car, and as I climb in, he sees a flash of my stocking tops.
As we drove into town, I told the driver to drop me off at the end of the precinct, and I would walk 100 yards to the coffee shop. I told him that I would call him later if we needed a lift.
I walked along the pedestrian precinct towards the coffee shop where I saw Susan standing outside waiting for me, waving as she spotted me.
My god, Susan looks amazing, sexy and sluty.
She was standing there in a tight, short black leather skirt, a blue sheer blouse, the absence of a bra obvious even from a distance, black (I assumed) stockings and 6” blue high heel shoes.
“Wow, look at you, Susan, I can see you definitely embrace being the slut now”, I told her.
“Well, I knew how sluty you dress, Evelyn, and I didn’t want to look like a little wallflower next to you,” She giggled, as we kissed each other's cheeks.
We sat in Costa with a coffee, chatting away, catching up on what had happened. I told Susan about Bill and Terry.
“Well, at least Sir sorted them out, and I’m glad he did; they deserved everything they got”, Susan said.
I looked at her with a puzzled expression, “I don’t think Sir had anything to do with it, Susan”
“Well, it’s a hell of a coincidence then, isn’t it, Evelyn!!” Susan now remarked
People coming into the coffee shop stood and openly stared at Susan and me, before one of the staff approached us.
“Look, I’m sorry, I have to say this, but as we have lots of families come in with younger children, we feel you are, well, not dressed appropriately for here,” she told us, indicating we should leave without actually saying that. She then whispered to us, “But I think you both look amazing.”
The thing is, she was probably right, and both Susan and I thanked her and got up to leave.
“Maybe the pub might be more appropriate, Susan”, I said as we left the shop giggling together.
