For the past two Fridays @Dahiana and I have been subjected to abductions by aliens and taken to the Mother Ship for experimentation. I need to be honest with myself, I am not good at writing fiction. I am a forensic accountant and the only real exposure I have to fiction are those people who try to “cook the books” in order to launder money or avoid taxes. I can deal with that kind of fiction and understand how to follow it.
But I do enjoy a fantasy and being part of a fantasy and how it works on my mind and body. I am a nerd and I like to know how things work. The last two Fridays have been about working towards a fantasy play where either I or DD are abducted by aliens and subjected to examinations and experiments. My take on this scene is that aliens travel thousands of light years to our planet just to abduct women and perform tests on us for “scientific” purposes. They seem to know a lot about enemas and anal probing and are intent on finding our erogenous zones.
We, @TedStarr, @Meat_Monster, and DD, have been playing with VR and GoPro cameras while we engage in sex play. I’ve enjoyed having sex while wearing a VR head set and seeing myself from the point of view of the person, or persons have sex with me and seeing what I look like and what they are concentrating on. I have to say that I am very critical of myself and what my body looks like and I see every flaw and imperfection, but with the VR I can be both observer and participant. The time difference between seeing my genitalia from my lover’s point of view, his penis nearing my vagina and then seeing myself be penetrated is miniscule but is just enough to give it a different feel. First I see it, then I feel it a beat later and my mind and body have to catch up with each other. And I am able to “observe” myself having sex in real time and see what goes on when I am having sex from that persons point of view. I can only remain detached from what is happening for just so long, and then my body and my reactions take over and I am no longer observing but I am having sex.
I love watching myself being given an enema from the other person’s point of view and I can see what is going on where I wasn’t able to before. And it is different when you are wearing the VR goggles and seeing your bare butt being touched by the person giving you the enema from their perspective and your mind and body having to work to put it into sync. The best way I can describe it is watching a foreign movie where the actor’s speech is dubbed with another language and the lips are moving in time with the words they are saying. It’s not much of a difference but it is noticeable and I love getting an enema this way.
I love watching myself be touched and fondled from my lover’s point of view and what they seem to focus on when they are looking me over. I love it when Ted or MM touch my breasts and I see them looking at my breast and then them touching them. And how they will let their eyes roam all over my body, stopping here to part my lips and look into my folds, or part my cheeks so that they can insert my enema nozzle into me. What they are looking at as they check me out from head to toe and when they touch me and I see it then feel it. And once I get past feeling self conscious about my body, I find that I am enjoying watching this woman, “me”, having someone touch her and make love to her or fuck her, or giving her an enema. But seeing the VR goggles detracts from the moment must a little bit, but not enough to make me want to stop.
But with the alien abduction scene, the GoPro and VR goggles “make sense” and enhance the scenario. It seems “logical” that a form of obstruction is place over your eyes and you watch yourself being disrobed from different angles and what draws their attention to certain parts of your body. And I am absorbed into the scene and immersed in the sounds and disorienting aspect that sets me off balance and yet not that far off balance or not that out of sync with my visual self and what I am feeling. I love it.
There’s a buffer between reality and your sensations and I suppose that is where VR gets its concept. One of the most intriguing pieces of equipment is something that helped the gentle giant of a man that I am loving to fuck, recover from some severe war wounds. It is a helmet very similar to a motorcycle helmet but a little bigger and even have a visor and full face shield that can and does act as a “movie screen” and sensory input modes to help with TBI, traumatic brain injury, and to help correct vision and neural pathways. MM explained to me that it was to help retrain his brain to reconnect within and then to reinterpret and relearn how to see and hear again.
I’m going to take a side bar on this alien abduction angle, and call it a night after I write this down. But as to MM’s sensory helmet, he told me how it brought him back into his own body after his wounds. It was deeply personal for him to tell me this and as I’ve read some of what Aunt @Lora_C said, if you want to know something deeply personal about someone, you’d better be just as naked with them as you want them to be with you. And I was in bed with MM and holding him inside of my vagina and in his arms as he told me about that sensory helmet. They were dark times for him and he told me that although he was getting back to himself, it was DD who brought him all of the way back by offering herself to him to have and hold while he wore the helmet during his therapy sessions.
The main thing and feeling I have taken from those times with me naked beneath him and him inside of me is that he is deeply in love with my cousin DD and he credits her for keeping him “on this planet”. He’s head over heels in love with her and I love her all the more for this and they are a beautiful couple. It may sound strange, but when I am having MM, we talke about Ted and DD a lot and how much we love them. Even, or maybe, especially after he has ejaculated into me and I have my last orgasm with him in me before we get to the pillow talk about the two people we love and our kids. And we understand each other and connect on that emotional level because we have a deep love for our spouses and our children and we can say and tell each other all of these things.
I appreciate what I have more when I can share that with someone who feels just the same way about the one they love. I know that this is what a husband and wife should feel with each other, and we definitely do that, but when MM and I fuck we get to tell each other and compare our feelings, I feel happy that someone else knows just how special Ted is to me, and how special DD is to him. He deserves her and she deserves him. I take this good feeling back to Ted and he brings his good feelings back to me after fucking DD.
I think I may be strange in that way. And I have really strayed off of the original topic of the alien abduction, but it is all connected.