Chapter 2: Her humiliation deepens
Evelyn came downstairs in just a silk robe. “I have to go to work this morning, sir. Um…what should I wear? You…you haven’t picked anything out for me” Evelyn asked timidly, her fingers tracing uncertainly at the belt of her silk robe where it had slipped slightly open.
The robe was one she’d owned for years—charcoal gray, soft as a whisper against her skin—yet in this moment it felt like armor. She tightened it self-consciously and stepped back from the doorway, as if the extra inch of space between them might buffer the weight of the conversation.
Daniel didn’t look up from the newspaper he was scanning over his second cup of coffee. His thumb brushed the rim of the mug, the china making a soft chink.
“you’re wearing one of the new dresses. No bra. You can have panties this time”. Daniel said shortly. His voice was measured but firm, the tone leaving no space for negotiation. He didn't look up from the newspaper, seemingly engrossed in the stock reports, but Evelyn knew the shift in his posture—the way his shoulders tensed slightly, the way his grip on the mug tightened just enough to show that her presence registered with him.
Evelyn’s breath hitched, her fingers twisting the belt of her silk robe tighter around her wrist. “Yes, sir” she said and went to go change. She came back downstairs wearing one of the new dresses. It was a black dress with a deep V-neck that plunges low enough that she could see the top of her cleavage. The dress has thin straps and hugs her body tightly. It was short with a hem that ended just above mid-thigh. The dress was also see through in the most important places, hinting at her hard nipples and the soft curves of her body beneath. She chose a thin black lace thong from the new lingerie Daniel bought her. It was so thin that it was almost non-existent. She put on black stockings and black heels that she had never worn before. She wondered if the library would fire her over this. If someone would see through the see-through fabric of her dress when she bent over to shelve a book. If a parent would notice her nipples when she leaned over to help a child pick out a story.
The dress clung to her like a second skin—or like the too-firm grip of a stranger’s hands. The soft lace of the thong did little to hide the damp heat gathering between her thighs. The black stockings hugged her calves, the seams a precise line up the back of her legs, the heels adding an extra three inches of height she wasn’t used to. She felt taller, exposed, *owned*.
Daniel looked up from his newspaper. “It’ll do.” He said turning away. “Oh. And wear the remote vibrator too” he said finishing his coffee.
Evelyn looked at him in shock, “yessir”. She said before turning to get the vibrator.
As Evelyn placed the remote vibrator into her thong, she could feel its cool surface against her skin. The lace barely concealed its presence, the thin material adding a layer of friction that made her shiver as she adjusted the thong into place. The remote control was small enough to fit in her palm, its buttons subtle and unobtrusive—until she needed them.
She slipped the remote into her pocket, her fingers trembling slightly as she smoothed the fabric of the dress over her hips. The thin straps of the dress dug into her shoulders as she moved, the low neckline exposing more of her chest than she was used to.
“Give me the remote, whore”. He said holding out his hand. “You didn’t think you’d actually control when it went off, did you?” Daniel said, his voice calm but carrying the low, commanding weight of a verdict. His hand remained outstretched, palm open, fingers slightly curled—a silent command that left no room for refusal.
“Is that all sir? I have to get to work now”. She said. Her eyes flicked downward briefly, then back up to meet his, her expression a mix of reluctance and something darker—something that made her pulse throb between her thighs.
“That’s all”. He said turning off the vibrator. “Have fun at work, slut”
Daniel said casually folding up his newspaper. He then got up and walked to her. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her into a deep kiss. His tongue pushed into her mouth and she moaned into it. He pulled back and looked down at her. “Remember who you are now. Remember what you are to me. Obey me like the whore you are”. He said. “Yes, sir”. She said breathless and obediently.
Evelyn gathered her things slowly and left. She could feel the turned off vibrator everytime she stepped and wondered when and where Daniel would turn it on. Her mind was racing with thoughts of what might happen at any given moment today. The vibrator was an unfamiliar weight against her skin, a silent promise of pleasure—or humiliation—lingering just beneath the surface of her thoughts. She could feel the cool lace of her thong clinging to her damp folds, the fabric now saturated with her arousal. Every step she took sent a fresh wave of sensation through her, the friction of the dress against her thighs almost unbearable in its intimacy.
She drove to work in a daze, her mind replaying Daniel’s words over and over in her head. *Remember what you are to me.
Her day was going smoothly. She got a few stares but no one really said much. She got extra attention especially from the teen aged boys. The vibrator hadn’t gone off yet and she was starting to think he’d forgotten about it. Then it went off at the worst possible time. When she was alone with three teen boys. She was bending over to help them find a magazine. Her black dress rode up revealing more of her thighs. Her pussy was now on display in the see through dress. The vibrator chose that moment to turn on violently. It buzzed against her clit sending her immediately over the edge. She let out a loud moan that echoed in the library.
The boys all grinned and one of them said. “Mrs. Marsh, are you ok?” He asked.
Evelyn tried to recover, trembling as she stood up straight, her hands gripping the edge of the bookshelf to steady herself.
The sudden burst of pleasure had left her lightheaded, her legs feeling unsteady beneath her in the unfamiliar heels. The boys were watching her with a mix of confusion and amusement, their eyes flickering between her flushed face and the way her dress was clinging to her damp skin.
“I’m fine,” she managed to say, her voice thick with forced calm. She tried to school her features into something resembling composure, though she could feel the heat radiating from her chest, her cheeks burning with humiliation. "Just—just need to sit down for a moment."
One of the boys, a lanky kid with messy brown hair, tilted his head slightly, his grin widening. "You don’t look fine, Mrs.
Marsh," another boy chimed in, his voice laced with that cruel teenage amusement that only comes from being young and unburdened by consequences. His eyes flicked down, lingering just a second too long at the way her dress clung to her trembling thighs, at the faint outline of the lace thong he could see through the sheer fabric. The other boy let out a low whistle, clearly noticing the same thing.
Evelyn’s fingers dug into the bookshelf so hard her knuckles turned white. The vibrator was still buzzing inside her, the wet sound of it pressing against her clit echoing in her skull. She knew Daniel had turned it on. He could control the intensity as well as if it were on or off. She slid down the bookshelf and sat in the floor. The three boys stood over her. They could easily see down her dress. The V neckline had ridden even lower as she had fallen, giving them a clear view of her breasts. Her nipples were hard and she had no bra on. The material of the dress was see through around her nipples as well.
One of the boys, the one with messy brown hair, pointed at her chest. "Whoa," he blurted out, his face flushing pink with embarrassment and excitement. "Mrs. Marsh, your, uh...—" He gestured vaguely at her chest, words failing him as his eyes locked onto the hard peaks pressing against the sheer fabric.
She couldn’t help herself. She could see the boys hard bulges in their pants get bigger. She bit her lip holding back a moan. One of the boys caught onto what was happening. “I hear the vibrator. You’re turned on, aren’t you?” The boldest of the three boys said with a cocky grin. He adjusted himself in his pants as he stared at her exposed breasts.
Evelyn’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the thin fabric of her dress. The vibrator buzzed relentlessly against her clit, the sensations building to an unbearable peak. She could feel her arousal soaking through the lace, the damp heat pooling between her thighs.
“I—I can’t—” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hands trembled as she tried to push herself up from the floor, but her legs refused to cooperate.
The boy stepped closer, his eyes never leaving her chest.
His friends flanked him, their grins widening as they took in the sight of her—exposed, trembling, *hers*.
"Maybe you need some help getting up, Mrs. Marsh," the bold one said, his voice laced with something dangerously close to amusement. His eyes flicked down to her heaving breasts before meeting hers. "You look like you're having a *hard* time."
The others laughed, their voices high and unchecked, the sound echoing through the library’s quiet aisles. One of them reached out as if to help her up, his fingers brushing against her arm before she flinched away.
"No—stay back," Evelyn whispered, her voice trembling.
“Ok ok” he said smiling. Then he undid his pants and let his cock out. “We are going to cum on you. That’s what you want? Is t it?” “You’re so slutty”. One of the boys said to her. “So desperate for it”. “Look at you. You’re so fucking wet your dress is see through”. The boy stepped closer. His cock was already hard and pointing at her face. The other boys took their cocks out and stood around her.
They all started slowly jerking their cocks as the vibrator continued to buzz in her panties. The teenager in front of her took a few steps closer, his cock leaking precum on the library carpet. One of the other boys stepped behind her, his cock just inches from her face. She could smell their musky teenage arousal and it made her pussy clench around the unseen vibrator.
The boy in front of her started to stroke himself faster, precum dripping off the tip of his cock. "You want it, don't you Mrs. Marsh? You want all of us to cum on you?" he asked with a cocky smirk.
Evelyn moaned softly in response, unable to deny how turned on she was by their attention. "Y-yes," she whispered, her gaze locked onto their hard cocks.
The vibrator buzzed mercilessly inside her, its vibrations syncing with her heartbeats, making her pelvis clench involuntarily. She could feel her arousal dripping down her thighs, soaking the lace of her thong completely through.
The boy in front of her gave a rough laugh, his hand working his shaft faster now. "God, look at you," he breathed. "You're *dripping*."
He took another step forward, his cock now only inches from her lips. Evelyn's mouth watered even as her chest heaved with anxious breaths. The other two boys had moved behind her, their cocks bobbing before her eyes.
She could hear the soft slap of flesh against flesh as they stroked themselves, the sound mingling with the wet buzz of the vibrator against her clit.
"Please," Evelyn whispered shakily, her voice trembling with something between shame and desperate need. "Please don't—"
The teenager in front of her didn’t let her finish. He grabbed a handful of her hair, tilting her head back sharply. The sudden movement made her gasp, her mouth falling open instinctively. A thick bead of precum dripped from his tip onto her lower lip. She reflexively licked it off, her tongue darting out against her own lips.
"Fuck," the boy groaned above her.
"She’s even prettier like this—all flushed and trembling." His grip tightened in her hair, pulling just enough to make her eyes water. The other two boys had moved in, their cocks now pressing close to her face from either side, the air thick with the musky scent of their arousal. Their combined heat warmed her cheeks, their collective breath hot against her skin.
Evelyn whimpered, her pulse roaring in her ears. The vibrator inside her thrummed relentlessly, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through her, making her clit throb and her hips twitch helplessly. They all started jerking again. Each getting closer to cumming. No one wanted to cum first but once one did the others would soon follow. The first boy to cum, the one gripping her hair, came with a choked groan, his cock twitching violently as ropes of thick, white cum spurted across her face and chest. The hot jets splattered against her cheeks, her forehead, the tip of her nose, her open mouth where she licked her lips in shock. He gasped as he painted her, his breath ragged, his grip in her hair the only thing keeping her still.
"Fuck, look at that," one of his friends breathed, his strokes turning sloppy and desperate as he watched the aftermath—Evelyn’s face glistening with sticky white ropes, her lips parted in surprise.
The boy behind her—the one with the dark hair and the cock that had been pressed to the nape of her neck—chuckled low and rough.
"You like that, don’t you, Mrs. Marsh?" he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. He shifted closer, the tip of his cock brushing along her ear as he leaned in. "You *love* being used." The words were a statement, not a question. He knew. They all knew.
Evelyn couldn’t answer. She could barely breathe. Her mouth was still open, her tongue flicking over her lips to catch the stray drops of cum that had landed there. Soon the other two started to cum. One filled her hair with thick ropes, clumping her chestnut strands together with sticky strands of white. The third boy came last, his cock pulsing thick ropes of cum onto her forehead and into her left eye, which she squeezed shut against the invasion. She tasted salt on her lips from the drips that had landed there.
The boys quickly tucked themselves away, zipping and buttoning with shaky hands, their faces flushed with equal parts embarrassment and excitement. They avoided her gaze as they backed away, their sneakers squeaking slightly on the polished library floor.
Evelyn stayed where she was, slumped against the bookshelf, her dress still riding up to reveal her soaked panties. The vibrator was still going off and she started to cum even though she tried to hold back. She came on the floor of the library with the remote controlled vibrator in her panties, cumming again and again as the three teen boys stood over her watching in awe and shame. They kept stealing glances at her used panties, at her exposed pussy that was still on display in her see-through dress. Another looked like he might cum in his pants just from watching. While the last one couldn’t stop staring at her exposed pussy, his eyes locked on the soaked lace where her arousal glistened. She slightly recovered. She knew she had to end this. She could bee caught with the boys like this. “Ok, we had our fun. Time to scatter” she said. Her voice was firmer now, authority bleeding back into her words as the last tremors of her orgasm faded. She pushed herself up from the floor, using the bookshelf to steady herself as she smoothed her dress back into some semblance of order. Her hair was a mess, strands sticking to her damp cheeks, her lips swollen from biting them during the encounter. The cum on her face had dried slightly, making her skin feel tight and uncomfortable.
The boys hesitated, their expressions a mix of awe, excitement, and something close to awe-turned-guilt. One of them tucked his shirt back into his pants, his fingers trembling slightly.
"Yeah, okay," he muttered, avoiding eye contact with her entirely. "We should probably—uh—get out of here."
Evelyn swallowed hard, then nodded, forcing herself to stand properly. The remnants of the vibrator’s stimulation still pulsed between her thighs, a constant reminder of how easily she had been undone. She wiped at her face with the back of her hand, smearing the drying cum across her cheek. She didn’t care about it so much anymore—it was the humiliation that lingered, the delicious weight of being *used* by strangers while her husband watched from afar.
As the boys turned to leave, she cleared her throat. Her shift was done anyway so she quickly went out the back and back home. Her thighs were still slick with her arousal, her panties soaked through. She felt like she was walking on clouds, buzzy and floating from the orgasms. She unlocked the front door and walked into the kitchen where Daniel was still sitting. He looked up from his phone.
“You’re home early, slut” he said.
“Y-yes sir” Evelyn said. She wanted to tell him what had happened but she also didn’t want to ruin the moment. She walked up to Daniel and straddled his lap. He pushed her to the floor. “On the floor, slut. I can see the cum on your clothes and hair. Tell me what happened in great detail” Daniel said his voice a low rumble. He wasn’t angry just curious. His cock was already hard inside his pants.
Evelyn got to her knees but didn’t get fully up. She stayed kneeling in front of him looking up into his eyes. She then started to tell him what happened at the library.
She started from the beginning. From the dress he made her wear this morning. How it clung to her body and how the see through fabric revealed so much of her. How she could feel the lace of her panties clinging to her. She told him how the vibrator felt as she walked to work. How every step sent a fresh wave of sensation through her, the friction of the dress against her thighs almost unbearable in its intimacy.
She told him about the three teen boys and how they had helped her pick out a magazine. She told them how turned on she was by their stares. Then she told them how the vibrator went off. How she could barely keep her voice steady as she spoke. How her dress rode up as she tried to stand. Evelyn's voice trembled as she described the way the thin fabric clung to her body, how the vibrator thrummed between her thighs, how the boys' eyes darkened with realization before they reached out. Her hands moved involuntarily, tracing the air as if reliving the moment of being pulled down, of being surrounded, of her dress riding up higher than she ever intended. The words came out in a whisper at first, then rose with each detail—the way the oldest boy had grabbed her hair, the weight of cum on her lips, the way she’d licked it away like it was nothing.
“They all took out their cocks. And I didn’t stop them. I let them jerk off on me. I’m so ashamed, sir” Evelyn said lowering her eyes, her voice trembling but clear. The words hung in the air between them, thick with the weight of her submission. She could feel the faint dampness still clinging to her thighs from the earlier encounter, the thin lace of the thong doing little to hide anything anymore. Daniel’s gaze darkened as he listened, his fingers drumming absently against his thigh, the rhythmic tap-tap-tap a counterpoint to the rawness of her confession.
“Go on,” Daniel murmured, his voice low and measured. There was no judgment in his tone, only a quiet fascination, as if he were observing a rare specimen in its natural habitat. “And then you let them cum on you? Because that’s what whores do.” His voice is calm, almost conversational—but there’s a steel edge beneath it, the kind that makes Evelyn’s stomach clench in anticipation.
She swallows hard, her knees pressing into the cool kitchen tiles. The dress is still riding up her thighs, the damp lace clinging to her skin. The vibrator in her panties has been quiet since she walked through the door, but she can still feel the ghost of its pulses between her legs, like an echo of what she’s just been through.
“I… I didn’t stop them,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. “I let them do whatever they wanted. And then I—I came.”
“Of course you did. Do you know why you came?” He asked coolly. His eyes stared into hers with a quiet intensity that made her breath catch.
Evelyn hesitated, her fingers twisting together in her lap. The memory of the boys' touch was still fresh on her skin—the way their fingers had dug into her thighs as they pulled her down, the way one of them had fisted her hair just hard enough to make her gasp. The humiliation of it all had been intoxicating, the way they had stared at her like she was nothing more than an object for their pleasure.
“Because i am a worthless whore”. she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “And I can’t control myself around cock”. She said with her head low.