When I left the hotel room after our last rendezvous, I found a small box at me feet. The tag on top read, "For my slave". I opened the box and saw a pretty mechanical butterfly. I've seen these things before when shopping for toys online. It was a discreet vibrator that you can wear over your clit and it straps on. But there was no way of turning it on. Usually these things are operated by a small remote. There was also a note in the box. "Wear this tomorrow," it read. I grinned, wondering what he had in store for me next.
More instructions were given to me that night when he texted me. He told me to wear my new toy under my clothes and to dress as usual. I was then supposed to go to a local sex toy shop. I once again found myself full of nervous excitement. I had only been in a sex toy shop one or two times. I was bashful and kept giggling and didn't even buy anything. I prefer to buy my sex toys online. But he knows I have an exhibitionist inside and I the idea of being humiliated in public excites me. I couldn't wait until our next meeting.
I arrived at the store right on time. When I walked in, looking bashful and confused, the girl at the counter grinned at me.
"Are you our special guest?"
I told her I was supposed to ask for Ashely.
"I'm Ashley!" She smiled, "And you are going to be our demonstration today!"
I asked if he was going to be here, but she told me no. He only gave her instructions of what I would be doing and gave her a description of me. I was disappointed that I would not be meeting him, but curious about what he had planned. I was sure he would be watching somehow. Since I still don't know what he looks like, I would have no way of knowing.
Ashley lead me to a corner of the shop where there was a display for the toy that I was wearing. A man was waiting there for me and in his hand was a small remote.
"Is she wearing it?" He asked Ashley.
"Let's find out!" She said and he pushed a button on the remote. I jumped as I felt a sudden vibrating sensation on my clit. It was low and steady, just enough to get me excited.
"We'll just leave it at the lowest setting to get warmed up," the man said. Then Ashley began announcing to the few customers in the shop that we were going to be having a demonstration and that everyone should line up to help test this product on their model.
The first in line was a man that looked to be in his 40's. He seemed comfortable in this kind of shop and seemed very excited to be the first to test the toy. He was handed the remote and instantly put it on the highest setting. I let out a loud moan as I felt the vibration pick up speed. The man stood there watching and grinning as I blushed. I squirmed, fighting the oncoming orgasm. But I wasn't ready to get off in front of all of these strangers. I fought it as best I could. I was so relieved when the next person in line took the remote and lowered it back down to the lowest setting. This was a woman. She seemed as uncomfortable as me, but curious about the toy. She pushed the button again and the vibrations became slightly more powerful. The woman seemed to be testing out all of the settings and I discovered that there were 5 different vibration settings as she slowly cycled through them all. By the time I got to the highest setting, I was panting and struggling against the orgasm again. She smiled, seeming satisfied with the power of the little toy, but took pity in me and lowered the toy back to the first setting and passed the remote on. I saw her take one of the products to the front counter. The demonstration worked for one person. If only all demonstrations were this entertaining. I pictured me demonstrating this toy in one of those super stores that has food samples on the weekends. The idea made me smile and I knew I wouldn't be able to fight off the next orgasm.
The next person in line was a younger man. He had a mischievous grin. "I want to see more," he said. "I want to know the full affect this is having on her body. Take off her shirt."
The man running the demonstration didn't hesitate. He lifted my shirt off of me so quick. I was just standing there in my jeans and a black lace bra.
"I need to see her nipples," the customer demanded. "How do I know she's really excited if I can't see if her nipples are erect?"
