Oh, I'm sorry
A friend of mine once bought one of those cast-rubber-around-your-cock-and-make-a-plaster-of-paris-dildo kit, and he intended to surprise his girlfriend for her birthday. After working up a suitable stiffy, he picked out the bottle of liquid rubber, shuffled hands a few times before realising that the forthcoming operation was definitely a two-person job. Being understandably unwilling to phone a friend, he nipped out to the shed to finish the job, thanks to his Black & Decker Workmate.

Gently, VERY GENTLY, using the Workmate to hold his appendage steady, he bit off the top of the bottle and began to make his cast. All was going very well until his missus came home and decided she wanted to trim the hedge. With the shears. Which were in the shed.

Looking around the door, she was horrified to find her partner apparently engaged in solo S&M play with a workbench, fled and stayed the weekend at her parents.

Even now she speaks of when she Had Vice For a Mould Peep Hell.

Look, I said sorry in advance. You didn't have to read it.

BTW - parts of this story are actually true: I'm sure I can crowbar it into a future QOTW.
( ousgg is not seeking approval, Sun 22 Jun 2008, 16:55, 4 replies)

oh!
That is so beautiful it makes me want to weep.
*clicks*
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Sun 22 Jun 2008, 17:20, closed)

I liked it too
What a sweet gift to give a loved one.
( flirting with badgers What? It sounded good at the time., Sun 22 Jun 2008, 17:44, closed)

I think you're using the wrong material there ...
After all, plaster of paris is all friable.

Silicone is what you want; nice, hygenic, dishwasher-safe silicone.

Apparently.

Click, though, for the tortuous word-play.
( Ghoti Fingers, Sun 22 Jun 2008, 20:43, closed)

yay
click!
(Mr. Fahrenheit Can reach naught to fuck you in 8.36 seconds, Wed 25 Jun 2008, 20:44, closed)