The Demonstration
As demonstrations go, this one has been fairly convincing; the device is wonderfully effective and allows for some highly entertaining sport and comradery as the remote control is passed from woman to woman in the audience to play with.
The anal probe inserted into the male, displayed by the attendant before insertion, is well designed. It has a curvature in the short shaft that, she explained, presses the vibrator against the prostate internally. This is held in place by another triangular shaped vibrating pad, secured by a strap around the base of the erect penis. The pad's triangular shape flares upward from the anus to prop the balls while the strap securing it to the base of the penis runs up between them, separating them to either side. As explained by the attendant, this design allows the prostate to be stimulated by internal and external vibration simultaneously; the operator being able to adjust the intensity of vibration by moving a lever on the remote control either forward or back. As noted, the external pad has the pleasing visual effect of propping up and forcing the balls apart so they are clearly articulated and taut in the sack and can even be seen to quiver slightly at higher vibration settings.
A separate lever on the remote controls a small vibrating pad secured just below the head of the penis to stimulate the frenulum. Pushing the lever forward or back controls the intensity of vibration. The penile pad is small and the strap securing it to the shaft thin, leaving most of the penis exposed for viewing. Like a cock ring, it also has the pleasing effect forcing additional blood to the head of the cock, leading to a pretty, dark flush as the male mounts towards ejaculation. Though the pad is small, when passed around by the attendant for demonstration purposes before securing it to the male, it generated a surprisingly intense buzz and tingle when wrapped about a thumb or finger and activated.
A group of twenty some odd guests, mostly women but also some men, are gathered about a specially designed platform to observe the demonstration. There guests are of various ages, dressed in formal evening wear. There seem to be several couples in attendance, while some, like yours truly, lack a plus one for the evening. We have been enjoying watching a naked male, laying spread eagled on the raised padded platform as various female guests took turns playing with the remote controls of the anal probe and penis stimulator he's been fitted with.
"Ah, I think we just missed it." a petite, silver gowned woman says somewhat plaintively as she and her male companion step out onto the garden terrace to join the small group of guests gathered around to see the demonstration.
She comes forward to the edge of the ring of observers and,
"Yeah," she sighs disappointedly as she sees, "he's already shot his load. We just missed it."
Yes, he has, and a pretty one at that; bucking and spurting forcefully as the final woman to toy with him pushed both levers of the remote to their max, making his propped-up balls quiver a bit comically as the penis spasmed frantically to the 'buzz' of the small vibrator pad wrapped about the shaft.
Prior to his ejaculatory finish, the variation and combination of the two had him writhing, freezing, thrusting and gasping most entertainingly as the various women took turns playing with the remote. These bodily responses were rendered more amusing by his struggles to (as instructed) maintain his spread eagled position to offer optimal viewing of the effectiveness of the device for the audience. Although the platform is fitted with several straps and various fixed points to secure them to, they were not employed by the attendant. Without the benefit of restraints to hold him in place, his efforts to maintain this audience friendly display produced some very entertaining twitching and jerking of his spread legs as he struggled to resist the involuntary inward curl of his body under the sudden, playful pauses and intensification of stimulation. It was lovely and gratifying to see his determination to comply with this arbitrary restriction upon his freedom of movement even as his excitement mounted and that series of helpless, reflexive jerks of his hips wracked him just before he bucked and spurted.
I for one, appreciate the lack of restraints; it forces the male to take an active, rather than passive role in his own objectification; his compliance not only willing, but willful. It's just the flavor of sexual dominance that best suits my libidinous palette. I find myself somewhat sharing the disappointment my late arriving silver gowned sister in sport. As lovely as it was to see this one come, had he had the endurance (or my sister spectators the patience) I would happily have seen him toyed with and taken my turn on the remote for another round before finishing him.
In my more accustomed role as hostess or participant at such events, I might have been more vocal about such preferences and suggested this. But I am an out of town guest of a guest (in a manner of speaking) at this particular event, and not only do I not know most of these people, but I am a bit out of my depth regarding proper etiquette and protocol. It is, for me at least, an unusual mix of dress (and undress), formality and carnality compared to the events I normally organize or attend.
Greeted at the door by a naked and erect young male who politely took our coats and ushered us into the main room, I felt somewhat in my element except that, in the normal course 'back home',
all
males in attendance would be in the state of our usher (naked and preferably erect) right from the start. But the main room this evening was filled with hetero couples and unescorted women, like myself, all fully clothed in fine evening wear. Oddly (at least, again, from my experience), I was offered a glass of wine by a fully and smartly dressed waiter, only to be then offered a bacon wrapped scallop from a tray carried by another young male, but this one a naked and disappointingly flaccid one.
This mix of dress, undress and arousal even among the waitstaff was all quite unlike my own events where
all
males in attendance in any service role are there, and understood to be there, specifically for the shared sexual use and entertainment of the women. An erection, maintained if necessary by masturbation, is expected and confirms the males' sexual status and eagerness to please. This seems to be the case (per the demonstration) with some males here, but as to others, their status seems ambiguous at best (at least to me). This engenders a bit of reticence lest I inadvertently commit some fopah by inappropriate handling or use of what is (or perhaps isn't) available for sport. That lack of clarity is only heighted by what follows.
"We can go again, can't we?" my silver sister asks the young female attendant in her form fitting black dress who was in charge of facilitating the prior demonstration.
The attendant, poised with one knee up on the platform as she leans over the male unfastening the strap from around his still mostly erect penis, looks up and smiles.
"Well, sure, I guess, just not with this one." she tips her head to one side to indicate the prone male. "Like you said," she smirks, clearly enjoying her role as facilitator, "he's already shot his load for us."
General, polite laughter.
"And such a nice, full load it was." another woman in the audience says approvingly. When the prone male lifts his head and looks in her direction, "Yes, you spurted so pretty. Just how I like it." she teases him, triggering the predictable but still amusing post ejaculatory twitching of his cock up off his stomach.
He remains in his spread eagle position awaiting the withdrawal of the vibrator from his anus as
"Well, no, I wasn't meaning him." the silver gowned woman concedes. "But I mean, the batteries are still good for another round if we...."
"Oh, sure, sure." the attendant says brightly. "We have a few more of these charged and ready for you ladies to play with later if you enjoyed this. This was just to give you a feel for how they work and such." she says waving the strap she's just removed from the male's penis slightly side to side. "Batteries go almost an hour, recharge quick. But so, you're thinking you want another go with one here, before dinner?"
"Yes, yes," another woman in the crowd chimes in, "let's do another one. I want to see one butterflied with this. Propped and butterflied! Dinner can wait." she laughs and hefts her slender glass of bubbly toward the woman in silver.
The attendant looks a bit uncertain but, "Well, let me get this one unplugged and I can text down for a fresh male. I'm sure there's one they can spare from..."
"No, no." the silver sister interrupts easily. "No need for that. We can use Edward." she says and tugs her male companion by the elbow towards the front of the crowd. "I'm curious to see what that cock strap does to him. He's very sensitive and lively just there below the head." she turns and looks at him, tosses her head indicating he should, "Get out there so they can get a look at you." she says, then turning back to the others as 'Edward' steps out to stand beside the platform in front of the small crowd, "I mean, if you all don't mind, I'm not meaning to hijack the demonstration here, but I'm sure you'll find him entertaining enough and... "
"It's Edward, you said?" the woman further along the circle who had made the 'butterflied' comment asks. She's a somewhat heavyset woman in her (I'm guessing) early forties, beautifully made up (as most all the woman in attendance are) wearing a snug red evening dress and heels.
Now, to be clear, I have attended and even hosted (once) CFNM events where there is a mix of some males who are clothed (like the ladies) as well as a contingent of naked males for use by the women. Many men are aroused by seeing their wives or girlfriends enjoy themselves this way and will pamper them on a birthday or other occasion with a CFNM night out much as a wife might indulge her husband by taking him to a strip club. But, in my experience at least, those events are the exception to the general rule that