The most fun of it all is watching Dominic laugh. He types a few messages to me: "How do you like this, baby, woo woo!" Then he laughs -- a rich, sexy laugh -- and I enjoy the image series of laughing Dominics. It pleases me. Laugh some more, I would order him were I paying for his time. Tell me more about your son's Little League game, and then laugh some more. It's the girl thing: Connection means talk, connection means physical closeness; why complicate your life when you've got a hand and several fingers to choose from?
Though women can pay to manipulate male "exhibitors," like most "adult entertainment," this Rube Goldbergian setup has been engineered for men, from the cheesy pictures on the toy boxes to the experience itself. It offers the excitement of sorta-sex with the live image of a stranger, but it also gives the man the illusion of control: He believes he can make this woman come with a flick of his hand on the mouse. Whether the gizmo is working or not, she'll comply: She's being paid to. (Idea for Dominic: vulva-shaped mouse?) Alternately, if she's in charge of his toy, he can pay to boss her around: Move the mouse faster, honey. Up and down up and down.
But as for the Bob and Sissy types -- the nonpaying, consensual lovers, the Fuller Brush man separated from his housewife -- well, maybethey manage a deep, heartfelt connection this way. Or maybe they just share a couple of hearty cyber laughs while trying to get the equipment to work.
As I exit the site, the pop-up dildo that's done little but purr contentedly like a cat in the sun performs a scary surprise power surge. Woo woo!
Cyberdildonics will be demonstrated live at the Erotic LA Convention, at the L.A. Convention Center, June 1113. See Calendar Events listings.
