Over the next few days, I continue to serve Mistress Fiona and Sabrina, although it seems it is mostly Mistress Sabrina giving me orders.

As instructed, I dress each day in a maid's outfit, always just with stockings, suspenders and high heels, no underwear. I spend most of the time collared too, and occasionally my ankles will be cuffed with a hobble chain between them.

This feeling of being a submissive maid, serving both Mistresses for so long, is new to me.

I soon discover that if my service was satisfactory, nothing happens, so wickedly, I begin to miss this or that whilst cleaning, or spill something. Nothing major, just enough to earn me a punishment. A spanking or whipping, usually from Mistress Sabrina.

On Wednesday evening, as Mistress Sabrina is showering, Mistress Fiona speaks to me. “You are a very naughty sub, Evelyn, deliberately mucking up things so you receive punishment," she laughs.

“You know!!, You haven’t said anything, though. Mistress Fiona.”

“Oh, Sabrina needs to work this out for herself, and when she does, I wonder what punishment she will then set for you." Again laughing.

“Oh, we will all be going out on Saturday evening, Evelyn, you will still dress as a submissive maid," Mistress Fiona tells me.

I look at her, puzzled, but say “Yes, Mistress Fiona," as I go to make supper.

As I serve supper, I spill some coffee.

“Oh, I'm so sorry, Mistress Sabrina, I 'll get a cloth," I say, smirking to myself.

I can see Mistress Fiona giggling to herself out of the corner of my eyes.

“No sub, just finish serving and then come and kneel at my feet, whilst we eat." Mistress Sabrina orders me.

Mistress Fiona now smiles at me.

Once they finish supper, Mistress Sabrina attaches a leash to my collar and tells me to come with her. I go to stand up, but Mistress Sabrina stops me. “No crawl on all fours, Sub."

I do as ordered, and get down on all fours and then crawl behind her as she leads me towards the stairs of the dungeon.

At last, I am thinking, I will get a real punishment now.

“Stand up now, Sub whore," just doing as I am told, as Mistress Sabrina takes me down the stairs and into the dungeon.

"Stand still." She now orders me.

Then I feel a hood being placed over my head with no eye slits, just a mouthpiece for me to breathe.

I then feel myself being led over the room, told to kneel and to crawl forward.

It feels like I am crawling into a kind of cage.

“Stop there, my little submissive whore. Reach your hands out to the sides." I am ordered now.

I feel my hands touch a railing on each side, then a cuff is placed around one wrist, a pause, then my other wrist is also cuffed on the other side.

Both my ankles are then also cuffed, and cuffs are attached to chains at the sides. I am unable to move, cuffed as I am.

Then I hear the cage door close, and I’m sure from the sounds that it is being padlocked.

“Sleep well, submissive whore, perhaps this will teach you to try and manipulate a punishment in future." Mistress Sabrina says, as I hear the door of the dungeon close, and I am in complete darkness.

Not how I thought I'd be punished.

I don't sleep much, locked in this position, which Mistress Sabrina has left me. So in the darkness, I am left with just my thoughts.

I should know Mistress Fiona would have trained Mistress Sabrina well, and that I was silly to have tried to manipulate punishments. This is definitely a type of punishment that I didn’t expect, and I can say, I’m not particularly enjoying it.

But my thoughts are making me think that this really is what a punishment should be, something we don't enjoy, so that as a submissive, I will be obedient to Sir and now to Mistress Fiona and Mistress Sabrina.

Also, I think about how Mistress Sabrina has become such an accomplished Domme under Mistress Fiona's tutoring. Thinking how she probably knows parts of my personality that the others maybe haven't seen, from our time, as husband and wife, before I became the whore I am now.

Eventually, my thoughts are disturbed by the dungeon door opening and the sound of heels clicking on the dungeon floor.

I hear the padlock being unlocked and removed, and the cage door opens.

“Good morning, Sub whore." Hearing Mistress Fiona's voice surprises me.

“Good morning, Mistress Fiona." Accepting that it is now morning, as I have no real idea of the time, as I have been caged and locked in the dungeon.

She then undoes the cuffs on my wrists and ankles, before telling me to crawl backwards out of the cage.

I do as I am told, feeling my shoulders and wrists ache somewhat due to the position I have been left in, all night.

Mistress Fiona takes my hand and helps me to stand up.

“I did warn you, Evelyn." Mistress Fiona laughs slightly, then adds, “You underestimated Sabrina. She is one of the best Dommes I have trained, and she knew she had to find some other form of punishment for you. This was all her; I didn't prompt her in any way at all," she tells me.

She then attaches the leash to my collar and begins leading me up the stairs.

Once we reach the top, she tugs me further into the room until we stop again.

“Good morning, little sub whore, did you sleep well?" I now hear Mistress Sabrina's voice.

“No, Mistress Sabrina, I didn't, and I'm sorry for being a bad Sub and deliberately making mistakes.” I now apologise to her.

“Well, I'm glad you have learned a valuable lesson, Evelyn." Mistress Sabrina says as I feel her begin to unzip the hood at the back of my head.

“Close your eyes," she orders me, which I obey, and then I feel the hood being removed.

“Now open your eyes, slowly though, until you adjust to the light." I am told.

Once my eyes fully adjusted to the light again and I can see properly, I just say, “Thank you, Mistress Sabrina and Mistress Fiona."

Mistress Fiona now speaks, “Now go to the kitchen and get yourself a drink of water and then make some breakfast, for all three of us.”

After we eat, I am told to go shower and change.

From now on, I serve both Mistresses without deliberately making mistakes to earn punishment.

The rest of the week, therefore, passes off quietly as I carry out any chores given to me, mostly by Mistress Sabrina.

However, on Saturday, I am spared any chores, being told by Mistress Fiona that I should rest up before tonight's event.

After an early, light dinner, I am told to get ready and to wear what has been laid out for me.

After showering and making sure my cunt is all bare and smooth, I start to dress.

The black 6-strap suspender belt first. Then, I slide my black, back-seamed stockings up both legs, attaching them to the clips of the suspender belt. Checking in the mirror, I see that my seams are perfectly straight.

Then I slip on the very short maid's dress, which doesn't even cover my stocking tops. The top part of the dress is a laced-up tie, which shows lots of cleavage and breasts. My nipples, now hard, are poking through the material of my maid's dress.

Finally, I slip on the black, 6" high-heeled, sandal-type shoes.

Now fully dressed, I complete my make-up by adding bright red lipstick to my lips. I head back into the lounge where Mistress Fiona and Mistress Sabrina are waiting. Both look amazing.

Mistress Fiona speaks, “You look amazing whore. Are you ready?"

Although I don’t know what I have to be ready for, I say “Yes, Mistress Fiona, I'm ready," as we then head out to the waiting car.

After about an hour's drive, we turn off the main road onto a long tar-macadam driveway. It seems to go on forever before lights appear ahead of us.

As we get closer, I see it is a huge Mansion, and we drive around a large circular driveway before we stop in front of the steps to the main doors.

Once we stop, a muscular talk man in a white suit opens the Door and, taking Mistress Fiona’s hand, helps her from the car.

“Good Evening, Mistress Fiona. It's wonderful to see you again. Master awaits you in the drawing room," he says.

He then takes Mistress Sabrina's hand, helping her exit the car. “Good evening, Mistress Sabrina, welcome to the Mansion. I believe it's your first visit here," he says to Sabrina.

“Thank you, yes, it is," she replies.

Mistress Fiona then hands him my leash, which he attaches to my collar and tugs on it, pulling me from the car now.

“I must say, Mistress Fiona, this one looks an exceptional little Submissive Maid," he compliments her and, through her, me, I suppose.

He then walks me into the Mansion house by my leash as we walk behind, both Mistress Fiona and Mistress Sabrina.

We reach the drawing room, and the doors are opened for us. Walking in, I can see a well-built man standing by the fireplace; he must be at least 6'4.

“Good Evening, Fiona and ahh, you must be Sabrina, welcome.” as he greets them both, before then looks past them at me.

"WOW, she looks amazing. I hope she performs as well as she looks." He asks Fiona.

“Oh, she will stun you with her capacity to serve Philip. I have no qualms about this one," Mistress Fiona says.

“Well, the others have gathered and have been instructed that your Sub here has No Limits," Philip says to Mistress Fiona, looking for her confirmation.

“Yes, definitely No Limits." Mistress Fiona replies, confirming what he has asked.

The man in the white suit then leads me away from the other three, walking me across the large hallway, into a large, unfurnished room.

I am taken into the centre of the room and told to stand there.

A blindfold is placed around my eyes, blanking out all the light.

My wrists are then cuffed together, and I hear something like chains being lowered from the ceiling.

My wrist cuffs are then attached to the chain, which I then feel being raised again, lifting my hands above my head, until I am barely able to stand in my high heels.

I then feel cuffs being attached to my ankles, separated by what I presume is a spreader bar, keeping my legs wide apart.

I then hear him walk away and the door to the room open and close, leaving me alone in the room, now completely bound.

Meanwhile, Mistress Fiona and Sabrina follow Master Philip out of the drawing room and up the stairs.

At the top, they turn left, walk along a corridor before entering through glass doors, which are opened for them, onto a mezzanine, which allows them to look down on their sub, who is bound and hanging from the chain pulley below them.

They all watch as the man, in the white suit, now leads a dozen leather-clad men into the room below.

He leads them over to a bookcase, then presses something; the front slides open, and behind it is a collection of BDSM implements.

Each man in turn picks an implement from those on display, these include paddles, floggers, whips, canes and other implements.

Master Philip turns and speaks to both Fiona and Sabrina. “These are twelve of the most admired Doms in the country."

Mistress Fiona then turns and speaks to Sabrina. “I know you witnessed just how much of a sexual whore Evelyn now is, when she was gang banged by at least 20 black men, all with big cocks"

“Yes, Fiona, I did, and she really surprised me with her capacity to take all those cocks." Sabrina replies.

“Well, I know from Sir, even after that, Evelyn still wanted more, needed more, was begging for more, Sabrina", Fiona tells her.

Sabrina's eyes open wide “She did? Oh Wow"

Fiona then continues, “How did you feel about the severe punishment we subjected Derek and Susan to last weekend, Sabrina?”

Sabrina pauses slightly before answering.

“Well, I did feel that it was a very severe beating. Leaving them both broken and now such submissive people, Fiona." Then, Sabrina is stunned by what Fiona tells her next.

“Did you know that Evelyn told Sir she was jealous of Susan and Derek, as she wished she had been the one being punished so severely?”

“WHAT!!!!” Sabrina exclaims.

“So I have to warn you that what we did to them will be nothing to what Evelyn will be put through tonight." Fiona now tells Sabrina.

“However, there is a huge difference between them and Evelyn.” Pausing.....

“Evelyn wants this, needs it, even has a craving to be severely punished. You saw the intense punishment I gave her that night at the Restaurant."

“Yes, Fiona, I remember that well." Sabrina is now thinking back in her mind.

Fiona finishes by saying, “However, Evelyn will need a lot of care over the next few days to soothe the pain and recover. That will be your role to undertake in Sir's absence, Sabrina."

Their attention is returned to the room, as the men now began to circle the bound Sub below.

As I am blindfolded, I can only hear that people, I don't know how many, have entered the room. I can tell by the closeness of the sounds that they are surrounding me.

Then all I hear is the crack of a whip, the swish of a cane, and I now realise I am to receive punishment, bound as I am to the Chain above my head. My legs are held apart by a spreader bar, and my high heels barely touch the wooden floor, meaning I can hardly move.

Firstly, my maid's dress is ripped from my body, leaving me just in my stockings, suspenders and high heels now.

Then a voice, I recognise as the man in the white suit, and I wonder if it is he who has disrobed me, speaks to everyone gathered around me, “She's all yours now, gentlemen."

I work out from him, only saying, "to the gentlemen," that it must just be all males present.

Then it begins, as I feel the first swat of a paddle across my ass. I’m not going to be eased into this punishment, it seems, as the swat is hard and delivered with intent.

I give out a moan, as almost immediately I now feel the lashing of a flogger across my breasts, again hard, and it causes my skin to sting a little.

Then a crack of a whip over the back of my thighs, followed by a cane over the mound of my cunt.

All are delivered harshly and with the intent to cause me pain right from the start.

My moans of pain continue as I feel a pinwheel being raked over my ass, not gently, but pushed against my skin so that I feel the needles pierce my flesh.

My body then jerks as I feel what seems like an electric shock go through my body, as I realise, from a previous time when I was used to demonstrate such implements, that the person had just shocked me on my breast with a Violet Wand.

God, this is going to be torture, in a real sense it seems, but I know I will just have to take whatever is given to me, as I have no safe word; they have been told I have no limits tonight.

They continue assaulting my body, a whip to my breasts, a cane over my ass, a flogger striking up over my cunt, the pin-wheel, the wand, all used over and over, constantly, without a break in between each action.

However, my cunt is leaking juices, dribbling from my cunt down the inside of my thighs, onto my stocking tops.

This is noticed.

“Oh, we have a complete pain whore tonight, it seems. She’s soaking wet," as his fingers run over my cunt. I almost beg him to shove them inside me, but I know that will be wrong.

Then the punishments recommence. over and over, they use my body with whatever implement they hold in their hands

My whole body is trembling, I can feel that, not just my ass, but my back, my breasts, my stomach, my cunt and both the front and back of my thighs, are stinging and sore. I am sure I now have welts all over my body.

I don't think the intensity of the beatings can get any worse than they are right now, but I am wrong.

Each swat, each lash with the flogger or swish of the cane seems to become harder and administered with less time in between.

I have tears streaming from my eyes, but as I now know so well, my body has a mind of its own.

I can feel my body shake and tense as I scream out loudly as I have a huge orgasm, squirting my juices onto the wooden floor below me.

“Jesus fuck the whore just cum from the beatings she's taking. I love this one," someone says, and I can then hear a few laughing now at his comment.

However, they don't stop; they keep up their punishment of my body.

I don't know how long this goes on for, but my body has gone limp; I am only held up because of being bound to the chains above me.

I am starting to think I can’t last much more of this punishment, and my mind wants it to stop, but I know I can't stop it.

But as always seems to be now, my body again betrays me as I cum again, squirting once more, not as intense as the first one, but still a fairly hard orgasm.

Then it stops.

My body is just hanging limply from the chains.

I am exhausted, and my whole body feels like it is in hell; it is burning so much.

However, my mind is somehow wandering. Is this how Derek and Susan had felt last weekend?

I then feel the chains being lowered and hands holding me up as I can't stand on my own.

I am then pushed to my knees, and my head is pushed down towards the floor.

“Lick up the mess you made whore." I now realise what is expected of me. I am to lick the mess my own juices have made on the floor.

I flick out my tongue and begin cleaning up the mess I’ve made.

Shit, I haven't realised I cum that much as my juices are spread all over the floor, it seems.