Over the next few days, everything between Dave and me is normal. Except I am always dressed sexier than before I met Sir.

It doesn’t matter whether I’m just in the house or going to the supermarket; I dress sexily, wearing a shelf bra under a fairly sheer blouse. Always short skirts with stockings and suspenders underneath (never wearing panties now) and always 4" or 5" high-heeled shoes or boots.

Over the next few days, the welts and bruises on my ass begin to heal; the bruises turn a yellowish/brown colour, making me glad that I have three to four days off work at the moment.

On the third day, whilst Dave is at work, my phone rings, and I smile to myself as I see it is Sir calling. I answer, and my excitement and happiness at hearing his voice again will be obvious.

“How is my dirty married slut?” he asks me.

“I’m wonderful, thank you, Sir," I reply.

“And how are the bruises and marks on your ass?" he enquires.

“Ohh, they are beginning to heal nicely, Sir,” I say proudly. "I have been so happy to carry the marks of my service on my ass these past few days wherever I go. When I bend over at the supermarket, I’m always aware of others looking. I can hear a gasp as I bend down. The farther I bend over, the more my bruises show and peek out from under the short skirts I am wearing."

“Evelyn, I’m sure you know that when you return to work on Friday, things will have changed for you. Are you okay with that? If not, please say," Sir tells me.

“Oh, yes, Sir, I'm definitely okay with everything. I remember Rob saying to you that he was sure that I’d be in high demand by guests in future; was that right, Sir?" I ask, my body tingling, hoping that the answer is yes.

My understanding of that is that I am to be a whore, a prostitute or an escort for more guests from now on.

“Yes, Evelyn, that's correct, but only if it's what you wish to be. Let no one ever force you to do this. Do so because you are now such a highly sexual woman who craves sexual excitement. If you wish to stop at any time, you just tell me, my little slut. Okay?”

“Ohhh, Sir, I do want to do so. Yes, I now know who I am, what I want, what I need, to satisfy my sexual urges. And those sexual cravings are now so strong; I’m already feeling down from not having been fucked for a few days," I tell him.

“Oh, I have had so, so many requests for you, Evelyn. Every table at the restaurant that night has asked for you. You are by far the most in-demand little slut that I have ever had,” he then tells me.

“Me, Sir!!” I exclaim in surprise.

“Yes, you, my dirty little married slut.” Sir's words make my body tingle with excitement; my nipples get hard under the sheer blouse, and my cunt is getting so wet already.

“Maybe I should just have you tied to a table in the restaurant and let them all come along and fuck you, Evelyn.” I hear Sir give an evil laugh over the phone, as that thought is obviously going through his head.

“I need you to go shopping on Saturday, Evelyn. You need to buy an elegant ball gown, as you will be escorting someone to a ball on Saturday night. I will send you a link with the type of dress you should look for. You have your credit card, which is linked to my account now. Use that to pay for everything you need. Okay?”

“Yes, Sir, I understand. What is the ball, Sir?” I am eager to know.

“Ohh, you will find out on Saturday slut,” Sir says, with a giggle in his voice.

“Right, slut. I have to go, but I hope that husband of yours is looking after that gorgeous, sexy, but bruised ass of yours, Evelyn?” he asks.

“Oh, yes, Sir. He has been so gentle and loving as he continually soothes my sore ass. I think Dave is really turned on, seeing me, his wife, like this, Sir.”

“Good, I’m so glad to hear he has, Evelyn. I will arrange to have you picked up on Saturday evening. Bye for now, my little slut.” He blows kisses down the phone, making me smile and feel happy.

I go about my house duties, washing, cleaning and ironing for the rest of the afternoon, but with a smile always on my face and a definite renewed spring in my step after hearing from Sir.

Eventually, Dave comes home from work, and I have his favourite dinner ready: sirloin steak, mushrooms, onions and chips with a glass of rosé wine already poured for us both.

My change in mood isn't missed by my husband, who asks- well, more of a statement, really- “I take it you have heard from your Sir?”

I am stunned by Dave's words, as I thought he accepted that he is both our Sir now, not just mine!!

Tentatively, I reply, “Yes, I have, and that was why I am in such a good mood.”

“Oh, I thought maybe you were happy to be spending time with me, your husband, remember?” Dave speaks to me now with a slightly sarcastic tone in his voice.

I’m really not sure how to reply. I thought Dave was completely happy that Sir had managed to set free the side of me that had been locked away before. In fact, Dave has tried to get me to let the slut inside me out in the past.

“Dave, is something wrong?” I ask him.

“It's just, well, It's not how I expected things to be, Evelyn. I do love that you have finally freed the slut within you, I really do, but I hardly see you.”

He continues, “You are either at work, usually now getting fucked, or out doing whatever, with whoever, Sir wishes of you. I've never seen you with anyone else, Evelyn. I always assumed I'd see and watch you enjoying being the slut wife you have now become.”

“Are you asking me to stop, Dave?” I look at him, knowing I can't stop. My body and my mind are now totally addicted to being a whore for Sir.

“N... n... no, I'm not,” Dave stutters. “I just wish I was more involved. I don't want to sound selfish, Evelyn. I know I was the one who said I wished you'd let the slut inside you out. I know when it finally happened that night, you knew I wanted it too.”

I walk over to Dave and kiss him. I love him. “Darling, I will speak to Sir, see if you can be more involved, so you can see your wife being the whore you have always wanted me to be.”

“Thank you, Evelyn, honey. I’d like that.” We kiss again, this time with lots of passion.

I'm thinking, How can I broach this subject with Sir the next time I see him?

I drive to work the next day, dressed as usual now in a semi-sheer white blouse with just a black shelf bra underneath, knowing that all eyes will be drawn to my breasts as the black bra shows through the blouse. My nipples are hard and tingling as they rub against the material of the blouse.

I am wearing a pair of black back-seamed stockings, attached to a six-strap suspender belt, under a short, tight black skirt which clings to the curves of my ass.

Luckily, I have become used to and am proficient in driving in my 5" high-heeled shoes; these are black court shoes.

The traffic is heavy this morning, so I have time to think about how my life has now changed.

I am brought back from my thoughts as I hear a horn toot. I look out my window and above me, I can see a passenger in a lorry looking down at me, smiling.

I realise he can see the tops of my stockings, just peeking below the hem of my short skirt.

The slut in me now just takes control of my mind and body. I wriggle my ass as I manoeuvre my skirt up onto my hips, my bare, smooth cunt now on show to him.

As we are at a standstill in traffic, I slide my fingers down towards my already wet cunt, spread my legs as wide as I can, within the confines of the car seat, and slip one finger into my soaking wet cunt. I then very quickly slip another finger into my cunt as I begin to pleasure myself, as I am being watched from the cab above.

As I look up at him, he gives me a signal that he is wanking himself while watching my show.

It doesn't take me long to cum, as I close my eyes and begin to quiver as I squirt juices onto the floor mat underneath my feet.

As the traffic begins to move, I don't have time to adjust my skirt, so I drive off, with my skirt still bunched up around my hips, my bare, soaking wet cunt still on show.

The lorry peeps its horn as it turns off the road, and my mystery voyeur blows me a kiss as it disappears down the side street.

I smile to myself as I continue driving to work, knowing I love exhibiting myself to a stranger and in public.

I arrive at the hotel and walk along the corridor towards the staff room. I meet Tom at the door.

“Ohh god, you look so sexy, Evelyn, but then I know just how much of a slut you are, don't I?” he says with a laugh. “I am going to take you immediately to Rob's office, so follow me.” He pauses. “Better still, I'll follow you,” Tom says, looking me up and down.

As I head along the corridor to Rob's office, it feels like Tom's eyes are burning into my flesh, which only excites me more, making me sway my hips much more for his enjoyment.

When we reach Rob's office, Tom opens the door for me.

“Ahhh, here's our little whore,” Rob says as I now saunter past Tom into the room.

“Hands on the desk, Evelyn, and bend over,” Rob orders, making my body tingle as he is so dominant with me.

Sir told me that I can't ever expect work to be the same as before, so I do as Rob orders and lean down, pressing my hands flat on the desk. I push my ass out and spread my legs wide apart.

I can hear a slightly astonished tone in Rob's voice as he then says, “Fuck, Evelyn, you have become such an obedient, submissive, dirty whore, haven't you?”

Knowing what Sir told me and what he wants of me, I reply, “Yes, Sir, It's what I am now.”

Rob is now standing behind me as I feel his fingers go underneath my skirt and trail up the inside of my thighs, which are still wet from cumming in the car and playing with myself earlier in view of the trucker.

His hands keep pushing higher, finding my soaking wet cunt.

“Fuck, Tom, the little whore is soaking already," I hear him say.

“Have you been playing with yourself already this morning, Evelyn?” he asks me.

I bite my bottom lip and answer, “Yes, Sir,” and then relay the basics of what I did for the man in the truck watching me on my way to work.

“Jesus fuck, Sir definitely has turned you into a needy wanton whore, Evelyn,” Rob says, more so to Tom than to me, I think.

Rob lifts the hem at the back of my skirt and spanks me hard twice, once on each ass cheek, saying as he does, “That's for being such a naughty, dirty little slut, exhibiting yourself off without permission from your Sir.”

My ass is now tingling from his spanking, but this just makes me wetter, as I feel my juices begin to dribble slightly from my cunt again.

“I’m sure your Sir told you that your work duties are to change now, after last week. Did he?” he inquires.

“Yes, Rob, he did,” I confirm.

“And did you agree to the changes?” he asks. I turn my head and look at him as I reply.

“Yes, I do. I agree that I will be a slut, whore, prostitute or escort for the hotel's guests as required.”

“Good girl, Evelyn,” he says. “Tom has a list of the specific guest rooms which you will be 'servicing' today,” he tells me. “The underwear you are wearing is what you will wear to work every day, so I suggest that you use Sir's card to buy lots more of these items. You need to ensure you have sufficient spares in your locker to change if required.”

Then his tone changes as he now commands me to stand up.

“Undo the skirt and remove it,” again in a commanding tone.

I do as I am told and pull down the zip at the back of my skirt,  slide it down over my hips, and let it fall to the floor around my ankles before I step out of it.

“Now the blouse,” Rob orders again.

I deliberately take my time undoing the top buttons.

Rob is impatient. His hands grab at the blouse, and he rips the remaining buttons and pulls it off me.

“Such a teasing whore,” he laughs as I now stand before him and Tom in just a shelf bra, stockings, suspenders and high heels.

“Mmm, that's better, Evelyn. Now bend back over the desk, but with your head and hands on the other side of the desk.” Rob now seems to be enjoying giving me orders.

I lean down on the desk as my bare breasts and nipples poke over the bra and press against the wooden desk, making them ache.

Rob speaks to Tom now. “You can have Evelyn's mouth to make you cum, Tom; I'm having her cunt first today.”

I suddenly feel him ram the length of his cock in my cunt, which, as it is still so wet, slides in fully quite easily.

“Open up, Evelyn,” Tom tells me.

My lips are covered in a lovely, bright red shade of lipstick, and I form a perfect O shape as Tom slides his cock between my lips and shoves it deep in my mouth. I feel myself gag slightly, until I manage to adjust my throat to take it all.

Rob is now pounding in and out of my cunt. His balls slap against my ass with each thrust, making me moan around Tom's cock, which is stuffing my mouth now.

I can't help myself and feel my insides tighten, and convulsions spread through my body as I have another huge orgasm, feeling my juices squirt all around Rob's cock in my cunt.

As I cum my mouth tightens around Tom's cock. He just keeps fucking my mouth, pushing his cock back and forth between my lips. However, the way my lips are clamped tight around Tom's cock obviously affected him, as he pushes deep in my throat before unleashing a torrent of spunk in my mouth.

Rob just keeps fucking me hard through my own orgasm, and it isn't long before my cunt is receiving its first load of spunk of the day, also.

All I am thinking is that I don't think (or hope) this will be the last load I enjoy today.

They both pull out, leaving me sprawled across the table, their cum leaking from my cunt and mouth.

Rob takes a towel and wipes his cock before going over to a chair.

He picks something from the box and holds it up in front of me.

“Look up, whore,” he says as I lift my head off the table now, my eyes looking at the sheer maid's dress he is holding up.

It is a sheer black dress with criss-cross white ties on the front at the chest. It also has a white apron sewn into the skirt. The length of the dress means that it will barely cover my ass, it seems.

“This is your new uniform, Evelyn.” Rob is grinning now “There are a dozen in the box. Let me know when you need more." I smile to myself at Rob using the word when, not if. I am sure my dresses will definitely be ruined sometime.

“Room 110 will be left empty always for your use, Evelyn. So you can store any clothes you need for work now, or also if you need to change if you leave work to go straight somewhere else to serve your Sir.

“Now take the box and the room list and go start work,” he orders me.

I pick up my skirt, the torn blouse and the box. Tom opens the door for me to leave; however, I stop in my tracks when I hear my name called. “And Evelyn, have a nice day. Mind, be very, very good to our guests and do ANYTHING they wish of you to keep them happy.” He smirks as he says this, emphasising the word anything.

I then head out of the office and make my way to Room 110 basically naked. I’m carrying my clothes, but I feel so good having enjoyed being used as the hotel whore by my bosses.

I make my way to Room 110 without having to pass anyone, which is probably best, as I have cum leaking down my thighs.

Once in the room, I clean my cunt of the spunk Rob has filled me with, then wash my face before I redo my makeup.

Then I slip on the sheer maid's dress and look at myself in the mirror as I adjust my breasts in the ties. My 36DD breasts are almost spilling out, my hard nipples poking through the thin, sheer material.

I smile, take a deep breath, and tell myself I’m ready for whatever the day holds.

I pick up my room list, checking which room I am to 'service' first.