Sometimes stories just hit me out of the blue. I saw the inspiration to this story on a random PG rated link. This one only took about ten hours to finish which is a miracle for me as I have hundreds of hours in other stories and series.
This one was hard to categorize and could have gone in several categories.
There are going to be multiple stories based around the artist in this story, all completely unrelated to each other unless specified and on a completely random publication schedule as my warped little brain comes up with scenarios. The artist, Joanna Boyer who specializes in erotic art featuring women. Some of her work is ultra hardcore, some of it rather softcore, and a bit of it is okay for Youtube. This is a milder story and it ended light years from where I thought it would when I started writing.
This story is inspired by 'Hysterical Literature' where an artist had women read well known novels at a desk while his (wife) assistant used a large vibrator on the woman to make her orgasm. The women are only shown chest up and the videos are not visually explicit. I HIGHLY suggest watching them by googling 'Hysterical Literature' to get a general idea. I'm not sure I would call them safe for work, but they easily meet Youtube guidelines. Some of the sexiest non-nude videos you will ever see.
It is completely delightful seeing the women having their moment of bliss.
There is a Vanity Fair article I recommend reading where one of the subjects talked about her experience. Note you can only read it once as the site only gives one free article a month.
The subject in this story reads from Sense and Sensibility which is in the public domain.
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Art and Experimentation
Art of the Climax
How was she going to tell her husband?
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Thirty-seven year old Lisa Davie came into the house from the attached garage and closed the door then leaned back against it, sighed with an unhappy expression. She walked into the kitchen, setting her keys down on the kitchen table then plopped into a chair and stared out the window as she pushed her shoulder length medium blonde hair back over her ear and sighed.
Ten minutes later, her husband, Thomas, walked in the door and saw his wife looking distinctly unhappy sitting at the table and staring out the window. He said, "Uh oh."
Lisa looked up and said, "Thomas, we have to talk."
Those words alarmed him, "This better not be you making... requests."
Lisa was confused then a bit angry, "You know that real 'We have to talk' stories are extremely rare. Right? I love you, you insecure doofus. Believe it or not, I meant those wedding vows." She sighed, "Still, you aren't going to like it. It's sexual and I want to do it to support The Art Department at our university."
Thomas looked both angry and alarmed then even more angry...
Lisa read her husband, "No, there are no men involved."
Thomas relaxed, paused for a minute then got angry again.
She read him again, "No, not a woman either. Well, directly. Shit. This is coming out wrong. Sit down."
Though still very upset, Thomas sat down after deciding that he had to have faith in his wife, "Go on."
Lisa looked at him and steeled herself, "Have you heard of the artist Joanna Boyer?"
Thomas shook his head and said, "Nope."
She looked at him sourly, hoping for more than a single angry word and a terse answer.
She continued after his brief silence. "Well, in art circles she is quite famous for her art which is all about our bodies and our sexuality. She wants to come to our college and do an artistic study of when the primitive brain takes over the rational brain. She is looking for women in the age range of twenty five to forty five. The title is 'The Art of the Climax'."
He said with anger and a lot of alarm, "WHAT!? Sounds like porn. How sexual?"
Lisa sighed, "I am going to read until I can't while they induce me to orgasm."
He got angry, "Quit!"
She sighed, "And give up a pension I am vested in, my seniority and for that matter, our health insurance. Look, I want to do this to help my college and the humanities department. This will get us a lot of publicity and hopefully enrollment. The number of students is down and STEM degrees are all the rage."
He looked at her, "Publicity?!?"
She looked at him, "They... um will have video of me reading as they uh... stimulate me."
He said, "If you do this I'll..."
She glared at him, "Don't make threats you might need to walk back. You don't know any of the details."
She looked at him and changed her tone completely, "Please. Just listen to me and if you still object to it, I will back off though I won't promise to be a happy camper with you. Understand that I want to take part in this project and I want to support my department. There is no threat to you. The videos will be available on Youtube, but they won't show my intimate body parts."
He stared angrily for almost a minute, seething, but understanding that a divorce threat could make things much worse with no way back, "Except my wife's orgasm face. Fine! Tell me the details."
She sighed then looked at him, ignoring the sarcasm of the word 'fine', "It will take place in Martinsen Hall, the dorm they closed down last year. All staff will be women and I will be taken into a room alone with a camera that will only show me chest up and I will have a shirt on. I will read Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen."
He thought for a second, "You said shirt. What about the rest?"
She sighed and said, "I will be wearing nothing below the waist. There are no men involved. I will mount a chair and a vibrator will be attached after they also attach an artificial phallus."
He said with a scowl, "You mean insert."
She nodded, "It is all remote controlled from a different room by a woman. I will start to read and go until I, uh, am too distracted. They will repeat it several times with recovery time between sessions."
He looked at her, almost unbelieving her story. She sighed and said, "This is very good publicity for our department. Our enrollment in the humanities including the art department is dropping. Thomas this is important to me. I'm lucky I'm an instructor in a class that is taken by students in all majors as one of the choices for general education, but several of my friends are in a very vulnerable spot job wise. "
He was deep in thought when she said, "I promise that there is no other person having intimate contact with me involved in this. Once they situate me, women in a control room will do... logistical things."
She sighed and looked into his eyes and said, "Please."
He sat there a moment, read the honesty in her eyes and said, "Fine. The second you see a man, you run out of there whether you are wearing pants or not. If anything and I mean anything is a bit odd, you run out. I expect you to..."
He sighed then softened and even backtracked a few words, "I need you to keep in touch with me and answer me if I text. Communication is to be completely open. I will try not to bug you."
Relief flooded her then she hugged him hard, "I promise!"
Three days later, the first person she saw was a man. A black man who was about six foot five and looked like an ex NFL player was standing in front of the door. A couple in front of her was approaching him when he stepped aside but said to the man escorting the woman, "No men inside."
The man kissed his wife then his wife walked inside. Lisa caught the eye of the man who merely nodded as she walked in. Ahead was a desk with a line of five women, an attendant sitting at a table checking names in and two other attendants who would meet each woman, alternating in turn and taking the woman down a hallway. Lisa waited her turn then gave her name, "Lisa Davie."
The woman looked down on a list then put a checkmark by her name then asked, "Is this emergency number correct and is it a cell phone in case we need to contact them?"
Lisa nodded, "My husband",
The attendant said, "Follow Jill and she will give you instructions."
The hall took a left turn then there was a large open space to what had been a large study room which now held lockers lined up against the walls... and thirty women in various stages of undress. Jill pointed at a very attractive medium brown haired woman and said, "She will help orient you."
Lisa was even more nervous as a woman in her mid twenties who was bare as she was born introduced herself, "I am Adela, Joanna's assistant, and you are?"
Lisa looked at the well endowed and too young and attractive young woman who stood with a casual air belying her nudity. Lisa answered, "Lisa. Lisa Davie."
The woman smiled then went to a table with a pile of pink medical scrubs on it, going through the pile until she found the one that was the size she was looking for and handed it to her, "Undress completely, including underwear and put your clothes in a locker. She handed Lisa a pair of footies and a name badge. Put this scrub top and the footies on, then put the name tag at the top of your scrub."
Lisa looked around. A number of women looked unsure while others were either undressing or wearing the scrub. She noted the scrub had been shortened to end right below the navel. She recognized Olivia, yet another all too attractive young grad student from the art department was wearing the scrub. Literally just the scrub with her all too attractive vagina with a nicely trimmed fluff of pubic hair above it bare to the world. The scrub had the name tag with her name on it, "Olivia C".