Trials of the Ball Splitter

Many years ago, my friend Donny took me to visit a ***** joint/ adult novelty shop down the road from his family home. He had visited it with his wife's permission when she was pregnant and thought that he HAD to have some alternative release, as opposed to ******* her.

And so, he had visited "The Velvet Touch", and when I came to visit, and heard their story (posted elsewhere here on EP )
He Showed Me A ***** Joint/Bookstore  I visited the place with him.

Now, I didn't stand around and stare at all the product on the wall, but I did take note of a couple of odd looking small leather pieces that were packaged as ball splitters or ball harnesses. Some had steel D rings, and some did not. They were very much One-Size-Fits-All.

Well, after I had visited Donny and Inez one month, I swung by the Velvet Touch, and treated myself to one of these "ball harnesses".  The clerk had been very helpful and pulled it out of the package, showing me how simple the molded plastic display package snapped back together. The only thing that differentiated this product from the next, was the device inside, and the card that acted as label for each device.  A very simple display design.

When I got home, I noted that it had a pair of snaps. One strap appeared to be a **** ring, and the other was some sort of bisecting strap that ran from the base up to the front where it snapped again.

Now, perhaps I wasn't wearing it right, but it seemed that the two halves of the scrotum or two balls did not have equal room. And when I finally squeezed myself into this rig, I found that it wasn't really very pleasurable...and worse yet, my one ball would pull up into my body, and so escape from the harness. In fact, both sides would do so.

I was getting frustrated by this device, and was getting no pleasure from it. I resolved that I would return it, the next time I took a trip up to the capital city.

Then fate stepped in.
My father died.
And his body was shipped back up north to the funeral.
I had tucked the brown paper bag that held the ball harness under the front seat of my car, with the intent that I would return it when i got away from the family. But that wasn't happening.

I attended the visitation, and was surprised at the number of friends that had come to call... my cousin, a former worker, the state representative, etc. I also saw Inez and her cousin show up, but no Donny.

Now, I had an alternative plan to gift Donny with the ball harness if Velvet Touch would not accept it back. I had the receipt, the container packaging and all the materials gathered together, and reassembled, just as it came.

When I saw Inez, I drew them aside and asked if Donny were coming, but he wasn't. Then I asked if they would convey something for me. I told them that it was extremely personal, and that it had nothing to do with the funeral or the reason why I was here. And I asked if they would respect my privacy by taking this package to Donny and asking him to return it, or use it, as he saw fit.  But I was very specific that I expected a refund or to gift him with it.

They assured me that they would, and I handed the small brown paper sack over to them. They walked out to the parking lot and into their car. They drove away.

Several weeks later, when I saw them again, I asked which they had for me...either the complete refund or word from Donny. They didn't know what I was talking about. When I saw Donny, I asked him if he had enjoyed it and what he thought of it. He claimed knew nothing about it.

I confronted the cousin and asked which she had for me, the refund or the device or an apology. She said they had immediately opened the bag and were freaked out by the device, and that they determined that they couldn't possibly tell Donny about it. She said they had no idea where it was or what had become of it.

I was irritated: 1), that I wasn't getting my refund, 2) that I had trusted them, and 3), that after promising, they had broken their word. I decided not to make an issue of it, but accept it as the risk that I had taken. I had no idea who had wound up with it, but the cost was mine to bear. I began to see less and less of that family, as my hurt simmered. No, it wasn't grief over my father's death, but pain of being betrayed.  I didn't trust the girls anymore. Never should have.

Oh yes, you wonder why I singled Donny out for this device?
He's package was smaller than me!
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May 25, 2012