As published in [Dean’s Sexplorations:](https://deanssexplorations.tumblr.com/post/154886839587/vibrator-torture-at-the-erotic-art-show)
A friend was throwing an erotic art show a few weeks back as a housewarming for her (relatively) new gallery, and she invited thirty or forty friends. I asked Ruby to come with me, but with some inspiration from a story by [http://kuriouskz.tumblr.com](http://kuriouskz.tumblr.com/), I decided I’d give her a little surprise. I told her to wear a dress to the event, and after a little online research purchased a Lyla 2 remote-control bullet vibrator by LELO (which I highly recommend, by the way). I actually got two of them because Rose was supposed to come as well but had to stay with her sick mother at the last minute. Yes, this would have been a fun story with two victims, but I like where it went nonetheless.
When Ruby and I arrived we greeted my friend the hostess, along with her husband, her boyfriend, and at least one of her other boy toys (all of whom were in attendance). And possibly others but those are the only three I know personally. The show itself was tons of fun – great people, several of whom I already knew and many I was meeting for the first time, and a fun variety of art ranging from sculpture to painting to photography.
After about 15 minutes I pulled Ruby into a corner and told her to close her eyes. Which, the adventurous soul she is, she willingly obliged. I reached under her skirt and pulled aside her panties, Ruby opening her legs obediently. After applying a few drops of lube, I slid the vibrator up her skirt and into her waiting vagina, all the while enjoying the surprised, a little bit shocked, and oh-this-is-so-naughty look spreading across her face.
This all in full view of the other gallery goers, by the way.
We then proceeded to explore the exhibits with newfound, shall we say, titillation for the whole affair.
I should mention for anyone not familiar with this particular vibrator, that it has eight different settings, all governed by a hand-held controller, which I was concealing in my pocket. And not only could I choose between eight different vibration modes, but I could control the intensity either by adjusting the orientation of the controller, or by hitting up and down buttons on the device. And the coup de grace is that the controller vibrates in sync with the unit itself so I could always tell what poor Ruby was experiencing. Poor, poor Ruby.
After a few minutes I asked Ruby under my breath how the intensity level was. A sharp-eared gentleman standing next to us overheard my remark, did an actual double take, and ventured, “Wow, there’s something going on here I think I need to know about.”
His name was Mikel, he was Dutch, and he was very charming. We gave him playful smiles and I handed him the controller, still vibrating in sync with the unit deep within Ruby’s nether regions. He looked at it for a moment, puzzled, then slowly realized what he was becoming an unwitting participant to. His gaze shifted from the unit to me, to Ruby, and we saw his eyes widen as he appreciated exactly what was going on. He said “you mean this is controlling…?” and Ruby laughed and confirmed that yes, indeed he was manipulating the sensations she was feeling at that moment.
To his credit (this was an erotic art show after all and none of the guests was born yesterday) that launched the three of us into a great conversation about how prudish the U.S. is compared to Europeans. At several points of which when Ruby was trying to make coherent points I ratcheted the torture up to full volume. Like I said, poor, poor Ruby.
That conversation was interrupted by the champagne tower pour, and later the performance art piece, but later in the evening we found ourselves talking again with Mikel and with a woman we had just met, Lynne. As the four of us chatted about occupations, erotica, and the difference between European and U.S. attitudes, Ruby shifted her weight and, her pussy being extremely wet from the attention it had been receiving all night, the bullet vibrator slipped out and fell with a loud clatter right onto the floor.
The conversation instantly stopped as the four of us – and several adjacent bystanders – looked down to see what had made the racket. Ruby turned beet-red, or should I say ruby-red, knelt down, and scooped up the black, egg-shaped device with its convenient extraction loop sticking out of a silver tip. Unmistakably a bullet vibrator. Mikel and Lynne looked at the unit, then at us with wide-eyed expressions. Lynne clasped her hand to her mouth and gasped, “Is that what I think it is?“ Ruby and I smiled and confirmed that indeed it was. “Oh my God,” she laughed and looked at Ruby with newfound admiration.
But surprisingly to me I think it was Mikel who was more shocked. “Wait,” he said, “did that just fall out of your purse … or … somewhere else?” Ruby mischievously looked him right in the eye and said “Somewhere else.”
Even though we had told him about it previously, he admitted that he wasn’t entirely sure whether there was really a vibrator or not. But when presented with the incontrovertible evidence, he was a little floored. And more than a little excited. From that point to the time Ruby and I departed, he didn’t venture more than three feet from her side, exchanged numbers with her, and proceeded to text her the following day.
Which was all perfectly fine with me; Ruby is a big girl with many friends. Beside, it gave me a chance to flirt with Lynne and get her contact info. And meet, flirt with, and get the contact info of another sexy woman in an open marriage. With whom I have a lunch date in a week and a half.
Wonder if I should bring the vibrator…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cv51id/vibrator_torture_at_the_erotic_art_show_mf