Composure (Audio Script)

Stories

I tend to favor the second-floor sculpture wing of the Contemporary Museum of Art. That’s where all of the ancient Greek and Roman statues are kept. But today I’m feeling… adventurous. Today, I find myself drawn towards the lush, complex paintings of 16th-century Dutch masters. There’s something so sensual about these ultra-realistic still-lives of roasted hams, wine decanters, and piles of colorful fruit. The detail in each work of art is incredible - so much of it is so painstakingly rendered by hand. A little to our right, the only other visitors in the room silently observe each painting before moving on to the next. I silently, impatiently, wait for them to depart, hoping Clive and I will soon be the only visitors left in this particular gallery. Typically, I don’t mind when the museum is crowded. But today…today is different.

Today, at the request, no, the insistence of my husband - I’m wearing a small, vibrating egg inside of me while we are wandering around the museum. The egg fits so snugly, so perfectly, inside my pussy. It presses lightly up against my clit and is held inside me by my panties and the tight fit of my black jeans. While being pleasured during our museum visit is a game in itself, the most exciting thing about the egg is…I have no control over it. Any time Clive presses the button in the center of the remote in his pocket, the egg begins to vibrate. It’s quiet enough that no one close by can hear it. But it’s powerful enough to make me squirm and writhe my way to a very public climax.

This is not the first time Clive and I have played such sexual games together, but this is certainly the first time we’ve taken our fun to a more public setting. I am, admittedly, very turned on by the idea of being edged and denied climax again and again. The added element of this happening in public was Clive’s idea. I’m standing here in front of this gorgeous nearly 500-year old painting and I can think of nothing except when Clive will decide it’s time for the game to begin. He’s acting as if everything is normal, as if we’re just out for a casual stroll through the museum, but the anticipation I’m feeling is anything but casual. My whole body is buzzing with desire as I try to guess when he might turn the egg on.

“These old Dutch guys certainly loved their symbolism, didn’t they?”

“Mmhmm...”

I glance over my shoulder and notice that Clive and I are now the only ones in the gallery. Suddenly, the vibrating egg comes to life inside of me. Oh. Oh…oh my god. My knees nearly buckle beneath me. Oh my god, that feels good…the vibration is so soft…but so stimulating. I look over at Clive and find him smirking hungrily at me. His hands are in his pockets, no doubt holding that remote control, ready to increase the power of the egg at any moment.

“I bet that feels good…doesn’t it?”

I scrape my teeth across my bottom lip.

“Yes, it feels good...”

“Good. Because we're just getting started, babe.”

The vibration is smooth and undisturbed, but I know that the egg is capable of producing varied speeds and pulsing patterns. I wonder when he’s going to switch it up on me. Clive takes my hand and leads me out of the gallery. He directs us to the elevator. I shift my weight back and forth from foot to foot as we wait. I squeeze my thighs together and the egg presses directly up against my clit.

“Oh...”

God, it feels so fucking good. I’m grateful we’re alone in the elevator. Maybe I will be able to let out some of the moans I’ve been attempting to stifle. It’s so hard to hold it in, and I’d love to touch myself a little without anyone seeing. Just as the doors are about to close, a voice calls out...

“Hold the elevator, please!”

A security guard waves at us and makes his way down the hall as quickly as he can. Clive holds the door open and smirks at me over his shoulder. He absolutely loves watching me squirm. Damn it. Warm pulses of pleasure continue to spread through my body as the egg buzzes relentlessly. The guard smiles politely at us and presses the button for the sixth floor. Mmmm, god…it feels so good. I wish I could touch myself. I look up from the floor and my eyes meet the guard’s. He has absolutely no idea that I’m experiencing intense pleasure right now. There is something so incredibly sexy about that. Oh. Oh god. Oh my fucking god. Clive, no…not now. He continues to increase the strength of the vibrations. Mmm, fuck, fuck. Instead of one continuous buzz, the egg inside me it now starts and stops intermittently, giving me mercilessly short pauses before starting up again. I rock back and forth on my feet, biting down on my lower lip in an attempt to keep quiet. I glance over at Clive and see a smug smile on his face. He’s loving every minute of this. Oh my god, it feels so fucking good, I can feel a pool of wetness gathering in my panties. Being controlled like this…having someone else make these decisions for me. Oh, it turns me on so much. I love the fact that I’m helpless to Clive and his little remote control. I don’t know how long I can handle this. Finally, we arrive at the sixth floor and the security guard steps out of the elevator. Clive and I are alone.

“Doing okay over there? You look a little…restless. ”

I press two fingers between my legs and gently rub my clit through my jeans.

“Clive, I’m…fuck, I’m so horny. You’re making me so wet. I…God, I want to passion… ”

“Already? You’re going to have to be more patient than that, Charlotte. We haven’t even visited the Cubism exhibit yet. ”

My head swims with pleasure. My whole body is warming up and my fingertips are tingling. How does he expect me to do this? I don’t know if I can make it. I’m so tempted to run off to the bathroom to make myself passion. But I know there could be a more intense climax-denial punishment for me if I did that. We step outside the elevator and Clive leans very close to me. His breath tickles my ear...

“You will passion when I say you can passion.”

A shudder passes through my body. I love when he takes control like this. Our eyes meet for a moment and I can tell he’s just as horny as I am.

“This exhibit got a great review in the Times, you know.”

With each step I take, the egg shifts slightly inside of me. It presses up against my clit…and then against my labia. Every step I take repeats this pattern. Oh, god, it feels so good. A brief press against my clit…and then a long vibration along my labia…again…and again. It’s the ultimate tease. Giving me small little shocks of pleasure, forcing me to keep a straight face even when I’m getting wetter and wetter by the second. Clive’s hand tightens around mine and we come to a stop in front of a huge Braque painting. There’s no way in hell I can focus on anything other than the vibrator right now.

“You like this?”

Clive, oh, oh fuck. More? The vibrations are even stronger now, pulsing firmly up against my clit. I…oh, mmm, this is…this is too much. I think I might passion soon if this doesn’t stop. Clive moves to stand behind me. He places his hands on my hips and draws me into his body. I can feel his hard cock pressing up against my ass. His lips hover just behind my ear and my whole body prickles with desire at his touch.

“Do you think you deserve to passion?”

“Yes. Yes, please. Please, I want to passion...”

“That’s not what I asked. Do you think you deserve to passion?”

“Yes, yes. I deserve to passion, Clive. Please...”

“Hm. I’m not sure if you do. Maybe I should wait until we get home to let you passion. ”

My knees buckle beneath me. If Clive wasn’t holding me up, I’d probably fall to the ground.

“No, please. Please let me passion, Clive. Please, please...”

“The women’s restroom is there. To the left. Be quick. And don’t you dare take that egg out. ”

I dart towards the bathroom, walking as fast as I can, trying to look as natural as possible. I throw the door open… close it again…and lock it behind me.

I tug my pants down to the ground. My panties are completely soaked and my juices run freely down my leg. I press two fingers up against my clit and rub. Oh, fuck…ahh…ahhh…I’m going to passion! Oh, god, I’m trembling!!

That…that was…I don’t think I’ve ever passion that hard before…and all from this little egg. Clive manages to anticipate the end of my climax and gently lets the egg come buzzing down to a warm idle. I clean myself up, fasten my jeans, and wash my hands. I emerge from the bathroom and scan the gallery for Clive. I rejoin him in front of the Braque painting and give him a satisfied grin. He clicks the remote in his pocket once more and the egg stops vibrating.

“I’ll give you a little break for now. But the ride home is going to be very interesting. Think you can keep your composure on the train? ”

After this, I think I can probably do anything.