Internet enabled rabbit - rabbit vibrator by Doc Johnson - review by Chris

My partner is gone constantly, and it kills me. He is away for weeks, months at a time. But our sexuality does not stop in his physical absence. If nothing else, the lust and cravings become increasingly unbearable. We have tried modifications of both phone and cyber sex. Then the Internet Rabbit appeared as a seemingly better solution. Yes, it would be a vibrator touching me, but something about him controlling my sensations made it feel more like sex.

Of course, I tested the Internet Rabbit by myself first, as we waited for a serial port adapter to arrive in the mail. When I saw the cable required a serial port, I half expected the installation to be on floppy disk. Everything is USB these days.

The Internet Rabbit was my first rabbit-esque vibrator. I had heard stories about them, seen them for years but never owned one. I was so excited to try the blending of vaginal and clitoral stimulation. And the Internet Rabbit played me beautifully as it brought me to screaming orgasms with its multiple modes, settings, and speeds. I only had an issue adjusting the controls, reaching down while it was inside me.

The setup for dual play, however, was arduous, more complicated than I ever expected. First, I had to buy and install the serial port adapter. Then I had to authenticate the sex toy. Then I had to download and install the chat console off of [https://www.highjoy.com/ and buy my membership. But that was only my half. My partner also had to download and install his chat console and buy his own membership. We both paid ten dollars a month to play.

I waited anxiously and naked as his installation took forever. Then the chat console would not work on his computer. Between troubleshooting his installation and finding time around work schedules, I was left unsatisfied for days. I was twitching with anticipation and frustration. Finally, his console was functioning.

At this point, I thought we would be able to connect and play at last. Yet the complications continued. It told him I wasn't online. It told me he wasn't online. Then we finally connected. It told me I had no remote device connected as I stared at the Internet Rabbit plugged into my computer. It told him he had already invited me to play while he waited for the controls to appear. Somehow, through a fury of clicking and inaccurate dialog boxes, the Internet Rabbit sprung to life.

It felt blissful as the pearls and shaft spun inside me and the rabbit ears twitched at my clit. Not being in control of the settings increased my anticipation, tantalized my nerves. I was lit up by the fact that it was his touch. I could feel him testing the controls. He had no way to know what each did. He could not see or hear the results of his manipulations. I clearly could not type as I moaned and writhed around the rabbit. He ended up calling me to hear the fruits of his labor. The Internet Rabbit would probably be best accompanied by a webcam.

The connection broke once. We had to stop and reset our chat. It severed the rhythm of our cyber play, shook my orgasm. But once we were up and running again, his orchestration had me screaming into his ear and fucking my orgasm against the quivering rabbit. The painful setup may prove worth it if it continues to ultimately bring such pleasurable sessions.