After reading on a forum about Ben Wa Balls, and also being encouraged by my GT when I mentioned them, I decided to take a leap of faith and order some. It's clearly time for some fun, I thought to my self.
I had quite the large array of choices when I did an Internet search for them and finally decided to go with
Amazon.com for my final choices. I decided that gold-plated was good enough for me, in an attractive plastic display box, with lubricant. Woooo. All this (a pair) for only $7.50, plus S&H. I was aroused just thinking about them.
Being assured they would be shipped discreetly in plain brown wrapping, I waited patiently for them to arrive. It did take nearly a week, but it would be worth the wait, I thought to myself.
They did arrive and now I had to wait for the perfect opportunity. What better time that a pleasant Sunday morning, right after dilating. In they went, being pushed gently into place. Out popped the first one right away. Oops, it needs to go in further. So, in I pushed, as far as my finger would place it.
The clink of them together was never felt, but keeping my muscles tight to retain them in place was quite pleasurable. OK, the first usage was a bit of a disappointment, but, no bother, I'd simply clean them up and put them away for another day. I squatted down to let them fall and nothing happened. I hopped up and down... No balls.
Later in the morning, while sitting on the toilet, out came the first one with a clink-clink into the porcelain commode. The second was nowhere to be found. I looked for it at the original scene to no avail.
At my mid day dilation, my stent did bump it and I distinctly heard it click against it. Click-click it went. I tried to lead it out into the open using the stent, but it wouldn't take the bait. It was fine where it was. I was unable to reach it with a finger. All I could do was bump it with the stent. I hopped all over and did all sorts of gyrations, but it stayed put. It's position made it impossible to insert the stent the full depth, so I was worried about my dilation regimen, possibly tearing my new vajayjay, or getting an infection from a foreign object left in residence.
I decided to use exercise and gravity to get it out. All afternoon I walked, I moved, I bent over, I did it all to no avail. That little devil was now part of me for good and I was plenty worried now.
It took me three weeks to get an appointment with my Gyno and I certainly didn't want to be the talk of the emergency room. I finally decided that my best chance was a mechanic's magnet on a telescoping rod. How humiliating.
I drove to Sears and searched the tool department for the proper tools. There they were, a complete assortment of magnets on different telescoping devices. Each magnet listed it's lifting power. I didn't need to lift it, I needed over overcome tight quarters and be able to lead it out. I brought it's twin to check the strength of the magnet. I found one that was narrow enough to get into place and made a distinct snap when it touched the twin.
I took it home, cleaned it up and disinfected it. I inserted it gently, further, further and finally further. CLINK!!! My word, the shock as unsettling. Slowly, I withdrew it and out came the offending little object. I had it in my possession.
Thus ended my adventure with Ben Wa Balls, which I shall forever call Ben Waaaaaaaah balls, because they had me crying.
Word of caution—get the ones with the strings for retrieval. I'm not sure I'd even use those after today. I've had enough adventure for a while...
