[Toys] Remote control vibrators

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Do anyone on here use a remote control vibrator, I know there are several different designs, I was wondering how effective they are , has anyone got any experience of them.

[lafemmeemily]

they do intrigue me.

emily

[carameldelight]

I've bought 2 different ones for my wife. I bought the Lush 3 about 5 years ago and only used it in the bedroom for the first year or so. After that I got her to wear it in public to a couple of outdoors concerts, a few dinners, to the mall and to a lake. It's been a fun way to tease her in public to get her hot and bothered. Around 2 years ago I bought the Hush 2 for her ass and I've tried combining it with the Lush but I don't think she likes the dual vibration as much. The last few times we've used the Hush it was as a simple butt plug and I didn't bother turning it on.

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Originally Posted by carameldelight

I've bought 2 different ones for my wife. I bought the Lush 3 about 5 years ago and only used it in the bedroom for the first year or so. After that I got her to wear it in public to a couple of outdoors concerts, a few dinners, to the mall and to a lake. It's been a fun way to tease her in public to get her hot and bothered. Around 2 years ago I bought the Hush 2 for her ass and I've tried combining it with the Lush but I don't think she likes the dual vibration as much. The last few times we've used the Hush it was as a simple butt plug and I didn't bother turning it on.

Thanks for your input, I'm not sure she will use it outside, that's what I want to do with it, anyone else with any information, there is a lot of them advertised so they must be popular, I don't think they are all used in the bedroom.

[Iamsailing]

I've used a few different ones so some practical tips.

You need one that is quiet , not an immediate thought perhaps but you might be surprised how many lulls in noise there can be even in a busy place.
Buzzing isn't a normal sound in social settings and it can cut through the background chatter at close range.

You want a remote that doesn't have to cycle through ten levels to get to the "off" setting.

Anal ones seem to get irritating pretty fast, even if the person using it is used to anal so don't overdo it and go for a small one .

I've found the "eggs" and "lush" types both work well, you don't have to spend a fortune on them.

Just my personal experience, feel free to take it or leave it as you see fit, you can have great fun with them for sure .

[rsghbb]

We were in our late twenties, still close from university: the four of us girls and Miguel, the only boy in the group and unfairly handsome. It was the bride-to-be’s bachelorette party, so we rented a house on the outskirts of a city near mine. I’m Spanish, and we’d all grown up in the same area.

That afternoon we had a tuppersex party at the house. We bought four cheap vibrating eggs during the demonstration, and I quickly noticed they all ran on the exact same frequency. Any remote would set them all off at once. The others were drunk enough to try it.

I went first. The second I came out of the bathroom they hit every remote and held them down. The vibration was relentless. I came in seconds, right there in front of everyone. Shame hit me hard, but it faded fast when the next girl stepped out and they did the same to her — and my own egg started buzzing again. Within half an hour all four of us had one inside, and none of us took them out for the rest of the weekend.
We kept begging each other to stop pressing the buttons, but it was useless. Every time someone gave in, all four eggs came alive together. We spent the evening laughing, screaming and coming in front of each other while Miguel sat there stunned. The constant vibrations made it impossible to stay in control.

In the taxi to the disco we were already a mess. Every few minutes one of us would accidentally trigger them all again and we’d collapse into helpless moans and laughter. The driver kept glancing in the mirror, clearly baffled, but didn’t say a word.

At the club the remotes hung round our necks like jewellery. We were so worked up from the eggs that we started flirting hard with another stag group. It didn’t take long for the boys to notice what happened every time one of us pressed a remote. The bride-to-be disappeared into the toilets with one of them quite early.
Back at the house that night the eggs were still inside us and still going off at random. The four guys from the disco came back with us. What began as heavy flirting quickly turned into something else. The constant, unpredictable vibrations had left us all so turned on that the lines blurred completely. Miguel, who had never touched any of us before, ended up in the middle of it too. By morning everyone had been with everyone.

We left the eggs in the whole weekend. They kept catching us off guard — in the pool, on the sofa, in the middle of the night — and every time they did, someone would pull someone else into a bedroom or a dark corner. The eggs didn’t just make us horny; they made it impossible to behave.

Two weeks later, at the wedding, the three of us who weren’t the bride wore them again. My husband had one remote, another boyfriend had the second, and Miguel had the third. The fourth sat on a table with a note that read: “Press for happiness and joy.”

We were good girls that day.

Mostly.

Since that weekend I’ve become a real fan of this kind of toy. My partners and I still use them regularly, especially in public. I’ve never found anything that gets me as worked up as knowing a remote could go off at any moment.

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Since that bachelorette party, something changed in me. Those cheap vibrating eggs we bought during the tuppersex and that all activated at the same time revealed a pleasure I didn’t know I had: wearing something inside me while I’m out in public, without anyone knowing. Since then, my husband and I have turned it into a regular habit, especially in summer.

The beach is where we enjoy it the most. I usually go topless and he carries the remote in the pocket of his swim trunks. We take long walks along very crowded beaches, the kind where people are lying down every few metres and it’s impossible to go unnoticed. I walk barefoot with my breasts out, and my husband walks beside me, calm, as if nothing is happening.

The game is simple: every time he sees someone looking at my breasts, he activates the egg. And on a busy Spanish beach in the middle of summer, that happens constantly.

We walk slowly, chatting about anything, while I try to stay composed. Suddenly, a young guy walking past turns around and stares openly at my chest. Without changing his tone, my husband presses the remote. The vibration hits me hard and precise, right where I feel it most. I have to keep walking normally, answer whatever he’s saying, while my legs start to tremble slightly. Sometimes I manage to hide it. Other times I have to clench my teeth and pretend I’m adjusting my bikini.

One of our longer walks, on a very crowded beach in the south, stands out in my memory. We had already been walking for nearly two hours. Every few metres someone looked at me. A group of young guys, an older man trying to hide it behind his sunglasses, a couple where the girl turned to whisper something to her boyfriend… My husband kept activating the egg almost non-stop. A few seconds of intense vibration, then he would turn it off. Just when I started to catch my breath, he would turn it back on.

At one point, a guy jogging along the shoreline almost ran into me because he couldn’t stop staring at my breasts. My husband left the egg on for nearly half a minute. I had to stop for a second, pretending something had gotten into my foot, while I came right there, surrounded by people. My husband glanced at me and smiled. He knew exactly what was happening to me.
The most exciting part isn’t just the vibration. It’s the feeling of being exposed, knowing that many men are looking at my breasts while I have something vibrating inside me, and that my husband controls it all from the outside. He decides when and how much. I just have to keep walking and smiling, like a normal girl at the beach.

Sometimes, when I’m already close to the edge, I quietly ask him to stop. He usually answers the same way:

“Not yet. Look how many people are staring at you.”

And he turns it back on.

We’ve done this on several beaches. The more crowded, the more we like it. There’s something perversely thrilling about walking among families, groups of friends and couples while I’m soaking wet inside, trying not to let anyone notice I’m about to come again.

Since that first time with the girls at the bachelorette party, I’ve discovered that I really enjoy this kind of game. I like feeling watched and controlled at the same time. And my husband knows it. That’s why every summer, when we go to the beach, the egg comes with us. And our long walks along the shore have become our favourite way to play.

Sometimes, while we’re walking, I wonder how many people suspect what’s really going on.
And the truth is, I hope quite a few do.

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After those walks on the beach, my husband and I started playing in a different way. In places where going topless isn’t allowed or isn’t considered appropriate: hotel pools, beach bars, poolside bars, or relaxation areas in spas. Places where everyone is properly dressed in a bikini or swimsuit.

The game is simple, but quite difficult for me to maintain.

He wants one of my nipples to be partially visible almost the entire time we’re outside the room. Not completely out, just enough for part of the areola or the nipple to show “by accident.” The bikini top has to be slightly out of place, as if it had slipped on its own.

The problem is that, out of embarrassment, I tend to cover it up. And that’s when the punishment starts.

If at any point I adjust it properly and the nipple disappears from view, my husband turns on the egg. Without warning. Without saying anything. He just presses the button and leaves it vibrating until I discreetly move the top again so the nipple shows once more. I can’t do it in an obvious way, because then it would be clear I’m doing it on purpose. I have to find a way that looks like a natural accident: resting my arm in a certain position, turning slightly, pretending to adjust the strap… anything that makes the top slip or open just enough.

We’ve done this many times at hotel pool bars. I’m sitting on a sunbed or at a high table, surrounded by people. Every few minutes, without realizing it, the top settles properly and the nipple disappears. The moment that happens, I feel the vibration. Strong. Constant. I have to pretend nothing is happening while I look for a way to make it visible again without drawing attention. Sometimes it takes me several seconds. Those seconds when the egg is on and I’m trying to move naturally are the hardest.

One afternoon at a fairly busy beach bar, something happened that made me especially nervous. The top had settled properly and my husband turned the egg on. While I was trying to find a way to make the nipple show again without raising suspicion, a couple sat down at the table next to us. The guy sat facing me. Every time I moved my shoulder or arm slightly to try to make the top slip open a little, he looked at me. He knew I was trying to do something, even if he didn’t know what. My husband, who had noticed, kept the egg on at full power for almost a full minute. I had to cross my legs tightly and pretend I was looking at the sea while I came right there, with the nipple still hidden and the vibrator running at maximum.

We also play a lot in spas and saunas. In the relaxation areas, with the bathrobe, it’s easier for everything to cover up on its own. Every time I sit down and the robe closes too much, I feel the vibration. Then I have to reposition myself discreetly: resting my elbow on the armrest in a certain way, slightly turning my torso, or letting the robe open a little when I cross my legs. Always trying to make it look natural.

The hardest part is that I can’t complain. If I ask him to stop, he simply answers:

“Then show it.”

And if I don’t, the egg stays on.

Sometimes I spend so long trying to keep the nipple visible in an “accidental” way that I end up very aroused, almost shaking. And he knows it. He knows that the embarrassment forces me to stay aware of my own body for hours, and that constant tension turns me on incredibly.

This game started after that bachelorette party. Since then, I’ve discovered that I like this mix of controlled exposure and embarrassment. It’s not full topless. It’s something smaller, more subtle… and because of that, much more intense.

Because in the end, when we finally get back to the room, I’m already so wet and sensitive that I can barely wait for him to touch me.

And my husband knows that perfectly well.

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Every time we go away on holiday by car, I have the egg inside me. The rule is simple: every tunnel we enter, my husband presses the remote. He normally drives fast, but through the tunnels he deliberately slows down so the vibration lasts longer.

We make this trip often, heading to our apartment on the Basque coast. In just an hour and a half there are more than thirty tunnels, some nearly three kilometres long. In the longer ones I usually end up coming several times in a row.

To avoid staining the seat, I always wear a loose miniskirt with nothing underneath and keep a towel beneath me. There’s nothing I can do once we’re inside a tunnel. I can’t ask him to stop or close my legs properly. I just sit there, gripping the door handle and trying to stay quiet while he keeps his finger on the button until we finally exit into the light.

By the time we arrive at the apartment I’m always soaked and trembling. He looks quietly satisfied. And no matter what we do, the smell of my pussy lingers in the car for hours afterwards.

[rsghbb]

What surprises me is how often playing with the egg in public ends up leading to anal sex. It doesn’t happen every time, but it’s become pretty common.

After being turned on for hours — trying to act normal at the beach or in the car while the egg vibrates inside me — I usually get home feeling quite worked up. And in those moments, anal sex with the egg still in my vagina feels especially intense. The vibrations are stronger than usual, and I like the feeling of having something inside both places. It’s not something I always crave, but after that kind of build-up, it often feels like exactly what I need.

The strange part is that I already know this while we’re still out. Even when I’m feeling a bit nervous or embarrassed in public, part of me is already thinking about what will probably happen later. And even though it makes me feel a little shy to admit it, knowing that we’ll most likely end up having anal sex with the egg inside me actually makes the public play more exciting. It turns it into a kind of long, slow anticipation.

Sometimes I wonder if it’s becoming too much of a habit, but I haven’t really brought it up with him. I think we both just understand that when we use the egg in public, there’s a good chance it will lead to anal sex afterwards. And even if I feel a bit conflicted about how much I like that idea, I can’t deny that it usually makes the whole experience better for me.