I often have things from my collection of old medical devices out where someone can see them. Things like a 19th century syringe clyster or old injection needle and syringe, calipers and more or less 'normal' medical devices. But never intentionally an anal plug though.
However, a few weeks ago, without thinking and in the flow of things, someone I only met a few days previously, found me out. In our summer residence in Spain, I have a whole upper floor for myself. My wife cannot get up the stairs anymore and so I have begun to arrange things a bit more to my liking. In the bathroom for instance I've put some old medical devices on an old metal ornamental rack, along with some large clyster syringes, soap, oil, talcum powder and various home made and store bought anal plugs. They are in a small room with toilet and bidet. When you go in and sit down they almost stare you in the face.
So, a few weeks ago, I encountered a British lady, my age, who had gotten lost in the gullies and valleys around our village during nightfall. It was very dark when she knocked on our door, our lights being still on. Me and our Dutch neighbor got her back to where she was staying some 10km away and I thought I would not see her again. But she had left a borrowed mountain bike in one of the gullies somewhere in the vicinity, sheltered under a large overhanging rock. And unexpectedly she turned up a few days later and said she was going to look for the bike, even though she had no real idea where it was. Anyway, long story short, we spent some 4 hours going up and down gullies, arroyos, hillsides, in thickets of thorny bushes and high grass and rocks and sand galore and by luck, happenstance and perseverance, i spotted her bike. So, hero of the day. By the time we got the bike back to our house - uphill all the way - to say we were exhausted and dirty and sweaty and itching from insect bites would be an understatement.
I invited the lady inside to wash up and clean and wasn't thinking when i showed her to the upstairs bathroom. Only later did i realize she of course used the toilet and had seen all my toys nicely displayed. She never said anything. We did however become friends of sorts during the rest of her stay here and still e-mail. Not about the subjects we discuss here on zity, but still, long and quite personal things at times.
So, my mistake did nothing to repel a new friend apparently. I am wondering if she will ever get around to mentioning it though ... sort of curious.