I’m copying this thread I posted today, over from PE Forums:
This experience happened to me a few weeks ago. As I mentioned on another
thread, I found a great Internet source for cock rings— www.stockroom.com ,
otherwise known as JT’s Stockroom. JT’s carries the same selection of cock rings
that I had been buying locally and had some cock rings that I had never seen
anywhere else, such as the Teardrop Cock Ring I’ve mentioned previously. I tried
to get my local adult novelties shop to order the Teardrop Cock Ring for me;
however, the owner was a snot about it and said it wasn’t worth his time.
Inevitably, cock ring lust got the best of me and I determined that my only
alternative was to order it directly from JT’s Stockroom. About that same time, I
was exploring nipple enhancement/enlargement and they had a couple of items
for that as well. I decided to make one grand order from JT’s, ordering everything
I wanted that wasn’t available locally. I called JT’s several times, studied their
website, and concluded that they were a quality outfit that would be discreet
The next issue was where to ship the package. I was hesitant to have it sent to
my home; I didn’t want to have a lot of explaining to do if my wife asked what
was in the package. I determined that it would be easier to have it shipped to my
So, I called JT’s and placed my order. They were very nice and understanding of
my needs. I requested that nothing (catalogs, sales offers, etc.) be mailed to me
at either my office or home addresses. I ordered the Teardrop Cock Ring, the
Chrome Triple Ring, two rubber head rings, two aluminum head rings, two
aluminum 1 1/4” aluminum cock rings, two nipple suction devices and one univeral
nipple enlarger kit. I will describe these products later in other threads. The order
taker asked if I wanted a copy of JT’s Stockroom Mail Order Catalog and I said
OK. (Who am I to resist a catalog with pictures of Aria Giovanni and Kyla Cole
dressed as dominatrices?) The pictures on their website are enough to convert
the straightest person to the BDSM scene. JT’s is based in L.A. which meant a
quick two-day delivery via UPS ground to my office. I called the next day to get
the tracking number so I could closely monitor the package’s arrival.
Two days later, I determined that the package had arrived in the company
mailroom, delivered in time for the morning mail run. My firm outsources the
mailroom; the mailroom people work for an outside company. When the morning
mail arrived on my floor; my JT’s package was not delivered. I got a panicked,
sinking feeling and went down to the mailroom to look for my package. The girl
said that she “hadn’t seen it.” She said that it might still be on the cart to be
delivered to my floor. A little while later, she called and said that it had “gotten
misplaced in a corner of the mailroom.” So, rather than wait for them, I went
down and retrieved my package and took it back up to my office. I opened it and
inspected the contents, stashed it away and left the office for the day.
The next day, I was working out of one of our field sites. When I checked my
voicemail, I had a message from one of my firm’s Human Resources managers.
Apparently, he had tried to call me several times the day before and finally
resorted to leaving me a voicemail. Knowing who it was that was calling, I knew
that I had been busted for something. The first thought that came into my mind
was that my activity on the PE forums had been discovered. I then listened to
“We’ve had a complaint from the mailroom. You should know that there is no right
to privacy in the workplace. All packages received in the mailroom are opened
before being delivered. Mailroom personnel were uncomfortable with the contents
of the package and brought it to my attention.”
(My editorial comments—The girls in the mailroom are quite young, I live in a
conservative city, and the contents of the package and JT’s Stockroom catalog
with its abundant photos of sex toys and BDSM gear most attractively modeled
by Aria Giovanni and Kyla Cole were no doubt the first introduction these girls had
ever had to such things—no doubt, it was a traumatic experience for them.)
The Human Resources guy continued, “I need two things from you: a promise
that you won’t have items of a ‘personal’ nature delivered to work, and that this
won’t happen again.”
Needless to say, I shaking and about to shit my pants as I listened to this
message. My eighteen year career with this company flashed before my eyes and
I felt sick to my stomach. I am in a position of great trust and a respected
member of the corporate offices.
I tried to call the HR guy back several times, he was in meetings, blah, blah, blah.
I called again and found that he had left for week, making the long weekend even
longer. Needless to say, I spent an uneasy long weekend with this weighing
heavily on my mind.
Finally, the following week, I was able to speak with the HR guy on the phone. I
apologized for what had happened and I said that I didn’t realize that all
packages were opened in the mailroom. He was very cool about it. He said that
he didn’t know that all packages were opened in the mailroom, either. Thank God
he was a man! If it had been a female, my butt might have been canned on the
spot. (It’s probably a good thing that the mail room girls do not work for my
company. That might have changed how I was disciplined.) I gave him my word
that it wouldn’t happen again and he said that it was all forgotten as far as he
was concerned. I hung up and breathed a huge sigh of relief. I had been scared
shitless and it was a good week before I could relax enough to sneak a peek at
the PE forums again.
Hopefully, some of you can learn from my experience. It could have turned out a
lot worse for me.
J Meister "Building a phallus worthy of worship."