As I approach them both, I am really struck by how beautiful and sexy Sabrina is.

“Hello, Mistress Fiona, Mistress Sabrina," as I greet them both, remembering my place.

“Ahhh, Evelyn.” Mistress Fiona says, giving me a hug and a kiss.

“You were a magnificent little whore, as always, my dear, wasn’t she, Sabrina?" She asks Sabrina now.

“OH, oh yes, definitely, Fiona, such a wonderful whore." Sabrina agrees, although she seems slightly caught off guard by Mistress Fiona's question of her.

Mistress Fiona leans in as though she doesn't want anyone, but us three, to hear what she is going to say. “Much better than Sir's new whore, I've been told." Then giggles.

“Please excuse me a minute, I need to have a word with your Master, Evelyn." Mistress Fiona excuses herself as she walks towards Sir now, leaving me alone with Sabrina.

“You look amazing, Sabrina," I tell her.

However, her reply takes me by surprise: “I think you should address me as Mistress Sabrina, don't you whore?"

“OH, oh yes, I'm sorry, Mistress Sabrina," but her dominant nature seems to excite me as I can feel my nipples harden.

“Have you been well, Evelyn?” she now asks.

“Yes, Mistress Sabrina, I am well looked after," I tell her.

“Good, I'm glad to hear that," she says, her dominant look leaving her face for a moment.

Just then, Mistress Fiona returns, “We should be going, Sabrina."

“Mistress Sabrina hugs me and gives me a kiss, “Goodbye Whore." she says.

Mistress Fiona takes me in her arms and hugs me tight before kissing me too.

“Be careful, Evelyn," is all she says to me before she leaves. Leaving me to wonder about what, as they both leave, I return to Sir.

Sir takes both Susan and me home after our evening at the restaurant. I’m still naked apart from my stockings, suspenders, and heels, as my dress had been cut and torn from my body earlier.

As we are sitting on the settee, my ass still burns from the punishment I'd taken, which makes me fidget a bit, and we chat about our night.

“So did you enjoy tonight, Susan?" Sir asks her.

“Yes, Sir, but I was surprised when the table of women bought me. But I so loved what they did to me. I've never fisted anyone before. I might try that again with someone else," she says, smiling to herself.

Sir then tells her, “Well, you were lucky that the table of Doms/Dommes bought your Sister whore here. I'm not sure you could have coped with the punishment your sister whore took from them."

“Stand up and show Susan, Evelyn," Sir commands me.

As I stand up, Susan can see the marks on my breasts, which she has already noticed. "Turn around, Evelyn," Sir then orders me.

As I turn so that my back is facing them both, Susan gasps, “Jesus, Evelyn, you have red marks and raised welts all over your back, ass, and thighs.”

“Did it make you cry?” Susan asks me.

Sir answers for me, “Oh, she had tears just like anyone would have had, but your sister whore is so different from most others."

“How so, Sir?" Susan now queries.

“Well, not very many cum from taking such a punishment, but your sister whore here is one of the most extreme. Evelyn squirted cum all over the floor during her punishment," Sir tells Susan.

He watches Susan for her reaction.

“Oh god, I don't think I will ever cum like that. I think I'd spill more tears on the floor than cum juices, Sir." But she is smiling, which is an odd way to react, I was thinking to myself.

“Susan, you will need to endure pain from time to time as my whore, you do know that, yes?" Sir questions her, seeking her confirmation.

“Yes, Sir, I understand that," She eventually confirms.

“Okay, I think we should all head to bed; you both need sleep. The bedroom over there is ready for you, Susan. I will apply cream to Evelyn's marks before we head to bed." Sir says.

I'm not sure if Susan expected all three of us to share a bed, but then I'm also not sure what emotions her eyes are showing. Disappointment, maybe?

But there is something else in her eyes. I'm not sure what it is, but I do feel sorry for her as I know how much I so love feeling Sir's arms wrapped around me, as I sleep, especially after a night like tonight.

I wake up the next morning feeling refreshed and happy, although I can still feel the bruising and marks on my ass and back, especially.

As my thoughts go back to last night, I think about my husband, how beautiful and sexy he was as Sabrina, and how she now has a dominant side to her. I feel kind of warm inside thinking of how Sabrina had punished me, how she well and truly fucked me, calling me a slut and a whore.

It really was so good to see Sabrina again, and from seeing her and speaking to her last night, I now know for certain that Dave no longer exists.

I can hear voices in the kitchen, so I decide to get up, just throwing on my short, sheer black robe, and head through to find Sir cooking and Susan sitting at the table.

As they hear me, Susan turns around, smiling and says, “Here's the bitch now," giggling.

Her amusement is cut short as Sir turns and shouts at her, “Don't ever call her that. She may be a slut and whore because she chooses to be, but she is definitely no one's bitch. Do you understand, Susan?" Sir is now staring at her.

Slightly shocked at Sir's reaction, Susan just mutters a stuttered “Y, Y, yes, Sir, I understand."

We then have breakfast in silence, and afterwards Sir goes to shower, leaving Susan and me alone in the kitchen.

Susan speaks to me, “Wow, Sir definitely doesn't like me calling you my bitch does he?"

I sit up straight as I reply, “I'm not your bitch Susan, I'm Sir's whore." I tell her, in a stern tone as I can muster.

As I then stand up to head into the bedroom, I hear Susan mutter something under her breath.

“What did you say, Susan?" I ask her.

“Oh, nothing, my sister whore." she replies.

I then head through to the bedroom to shower, and find Sir drying himself.

I take the towel from him and start drying him instead, running my hands over his body through the towel.

He turns to face me, takes my face in his hands and kisses me.

“Evelyn, I will be away on business all this coming week. I will leave tasks for you to keep you busy. But I've also asked Mistress Fiona to look in on you, and you can confide in her if you have any concerns. Okay," he says.

Smiling, I say, “Yes, Sir." My mind wanders, though, now thinking perhaps Sabrina might accompany Mistress Fiona on her visits.

"Right, let's put some lotion on those welts," Sir says lovingly.

Sir leaves for his business trip on Sunday night, so I sit curled up on the settee and watch old romantic movies before I head to bed.