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I first started hearing rumblings about Operation Wifebeater weeks before I headed down to Florida. Little hints, tiny suggestions of some dark and dire plan being cooked up by joreth and emanix, as vague and insubstantial as a rustling under the bed filled with implications of an unseen monster.

So on the first night of Frolicon, when emanix told me that joreth was already down in the dungeon and it was time for Operation Wifebeater to begin, I...

Hang on, let me back up a bit.




During my time in Florida pre-Frolicon, I did manage to accomplish a bit more than being abducted by emanix and modifying a MindFlex to act as a makeshift EEG. Hidden away in the suitcase I brought, tucked between the floggers and the rope and an abundance of clean socks, was a Clone-a-Willy kit. These things, in case you've never seen one, are do-it-yourself dildo kits designed to be used to take a casting from, and make an exact replica of, one's penis.

joreth had given me this particular kit two (or was it three?) Frolicons past, and somehow we'd never found the time to use it. That's not as surprising as it might sound; Frolicon can be a very busy time, and this year we were so busy we didn't have time to schedule an orgy.

She wanted to make a point of cloning me this year, though, so the night before we were to leave for Atlanta, we set aside time to use it.

They're actually pretty difficult to use. The mold material is fussy and extraordinarily temperature-sensitive, and I've experienced sexier things than sticking my you-know into a tube filled with gooey lukewarm mold material and holding it there for several minutes. Even with emanix's help, it was a complicated undertaking that was really only marginally successful. Nevertheless, it was successful enough, and the next morning, as we made our way north, we brought with us a replica--a bit misshapen, perhaps, but a replica nonetheless--of my willie.




Once we arrived in Atlanta, I had expected to start the debauchery with alacrity. Fate had other pans for us, however. As it turned out, the first six hours or so of our stay was spent running repeatedly to Wal-Mart and dollar stores in search of things we'd either neglected to bring with us or had deliberately not carried with us, thinking that they'd be easy to procure once we got there.

Two of those things were "a big sheet of foam core board" and "a whole bunch of pins with different-colored heads." One of the plans I had for Frolicon was to put a poster of the Map of Human Sexuality on the motel room door with a bunch of pins, and let folks stick pins in it showing where they'd ventured.

The foam core was easy to find. The pins took three runs, two to Wal-Mart and one to a dollar store. The result ended up looking a bit like this:



We stuck it up next to the door with a handwritten color key (purple pins for things that folks had tried and liked, yellow pins for things that folks had tried and didn't like, green pins for things that folks really wanted to try) and left it in the soft, gentle hands of Fate.

Between the late arrival and the bajillion runs to Wal-Mart to get yet another thing we'd managed not to have on hand, it ended up being quite late by the time we settled into the hotel. I stayed in emanix's suite as her captive, and joreth went off elsewhere to prepare.

emanix did some preparations of her own, before telling me "It's time" and leading me down to the dungeon.




The name "Operation Wifebeater" was, as I discovered, more literal than figurative. joreth had dressed the part exactly like you might expect. I don't know that emanix actually owns a wifebeater, but she came close, in a polka-dotted kind of way.



You can't tell from this picture, but when I was dragged into the dungeon I soon was made aware that both of these lovely ladies were wearing strap-ons under their clothes. (How emanix managed to hide hers is a mystery still unsolved by your humble scribe.)

What followed was something out of either a B horror movie or a really interesting porn, depending on how you look at it, and gathered quite a large audience quite quickly.

Or so I'm told. I wasn't watching. And it probably would have been impossible for me to have seen the audience anyway, given the fact that my face was buried... *ahem* Moving on...

The two of them had their way with me for a while, which was fun, and made just a bit surreal by the fact that joreth was wearing in her harness the clone of my willie we had produced the night before. I've heard the expression "go fuck yourself" on many occasions, of course, but I'd never seen its application in quite such a literal way before.




The rest of the con is still a bit of a blur to me.

A few bits stand out. The pet lesbians that zaiah and I had inadvertently acquired shortly after I moved to Portland, though a strange set of circumstances too complicated to go into here, were able to make it down to Atlanta of a visit, which was lovely. zaiah and I are both quite fond of them, and don't get to see them nearly often enough.



Aren't they cute?

emanix hosted the Frolicon Darkroom Party in the suite we were sharing the same night that the pets came down, and they helped run it for a while, which was totally awesome of them (and definitely counts as service above and beyond the call of duty).

At some point--I think it was the next afternoon--I had the opportunity to use joreth and emanix as victims lab rats test subjects for another round of EEG sexual arousal testing. The EEG setup exactly fit into a round metal tin, thoughtfully decorated with an Aperture Science logo courtesy of datan0de.



We do what we must, because we can.

For anyone who wants to see what an orgasm looks like from the perspective of Science, the complete data set from joreth's session is posted here, just in case you missed it.

emanix looked particularly fetching all wired up and ready to do Science.



joreth managed to squeeze in just enough time at the con to sweep up the top award in the costume contest, in her role of her alter ego, Miss Poly Manners.



There's a corset under that dress. Yes, she looks hot in it. Yes, I have pictures.

Now, in all honesty, I've been going to Frolicon for years and I literally did not know that they even had a costume contest, which might say something about my priorities.

By the end of the con, the poster of the human sex map had been rather heavily used, and was bristling like a porcupine on crystal meth. I wasn't able to figure out a way to get it home in one piece, but damn did it have a lot of pins in it. I got a crummy low-resolution picture from my cell phone, and some pictures from my real camera that turned out even less well, which is a pity...I'd love to have an accurate record of all the pins, you know, for data-mining.



Which reminds me, at some point I should rprobably do a statistical analysis of all the custom maps people make at the Web site for the map. Might be interesting.

emanix suggested making another foam core mounted poster for next year's Frolicon, and putting it up in one of the con's public spaces with instructions to stick pins in all the things that folks did while actually at the con, which sounds like a lot of fun to me.

The trip back from the con was almost as much fun as the con itself, but I have forms to go fill out, so I will leave you with one more picture of joreth in her wifebeater. Enjoy!

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6_bleen_7
Jun. 23rd, 2011 05:28 am (UTC)
I'll bet you're familiar with the KISS song "Plaster Caster," but in case you aren't, you should remedy that situation. (I read that it was inspired by some lady who collected casts of famous men's dongs.)

Also: Would have guessed the hardest (heh-heh) part of making such a replica is to prevent hair from getting into the mold.

Edited at 2011-06-23 05:30 am (UTC)
awfulhorrid
Jun. 23rd, 2011 09:04 am (UTC)
That would be Cynthia Albritton aka "Cynthia Plaster Caster." She apparently ran for mayor of Chicago, but unfortunately didn't win. Heck, I would have voted for her, even if I haven't lived in Chicago for about six years now.
6_bleen_7
Jun. 23rd, 2011 05:17 pm (UTC)
Oops—"remedy" in the first sentence should read "rectify (heh-heh)".
joreth
Jun. 24th, 2011 05:55 am (UTC)
Actually, you can't prevent hair from getting into the mold. It mostly separates fairly easily. Mostly.

Staying hard is actually the "hardest" part - I'm "collecting" molds of my partners and each time, the replicas come out not quite as, um, impressive, as the real thing, no matter how much "help" the "model" has in staying hard.
grail76
Jun. 23rd, 2011 01:07 pm (UTC)
Really nice photos.
seinneann_ceoil
Jun. 23rd, 2011 03:40 pm (UTC)
That last pic is my new favorite pic of Joreth :)
joreth
Jun. 24th, 2011 06:10 am (UTC)
aww thanks! It's one of mine too, but there are a few from that set that I like even better. I'll have them posted ... eventually ... but I wanted to see if tacit did anything to them, like editing, first.
awfulhorrid
Jun. 23rd, 2011 05:38 pm (UTC)
I've been wanting to go to Frolicon since ... well, since I first heard about it, really. Your pictures and description of events only reinforces this desire! Thanks for sharing.
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james_the_evil1
Jun. 23rd, 2011 11:15 pm (UTC)
I wish I could've gotten to Froli back in the day before I gave up on sex. Seems like it would've been a blast.

I will say, Franklin, you've given a whole new meaning to the phrase "Hoisted by your own petard."
tripartite
Jun. 24th, 2011 12:05 am (UTC)
They're actually pretty difficult to use. The mold material is fussy and extraordinarily temperature-sensitive, and I've experienced sexier things than sticking my you-know into a tube filled with gooey lukewarm mold material and holding it there for several minutes.
So you did use one of the eggs! You should've let me photograph it. ;)

(How emanix managed to hide hers is a mystery still unsolved by your humble scribe.)
Perhaps she had inserted it? (Beats me, that's all I've gotten. Honestly, have you ever successfully hidden an erection?) Either way, this looks like trouble.

Yes, she looks hot in it. Yes, I have pictures.
You know the old saying. :)

I literally did not know that they even had a costume contest
Do they? I looked through all the staff photographs and I have yet to see any evidence of it. O.o
joreth
Jun. 24th, 2011 06:03 am (UTC)
tripartite
Jun. 24th, 2011 06:09 am (UTC)
Well, what do you know. Now to find my schedule. >.
joreth
Jun. 24th, 2011 06:32 am (UTC)
I'm considering entering again next year - haven't decided yet.
tripartite
Jun. 24th, 2011 07:50 am (UTC)
Now that I know about it I may shoot it, particularly if I'm photo staff again. :)
joreth
Jun. 24th, 2011 08:17 am (UTC)
I bet if they had any photo staff actually shoot the contest, more people would know about it!
tripartite
Jun. 24th, 2011 09:48 am (UTC)
We had other...uh, priorities. Responsiblities! Yes, that's it.
joreth
Jun. 24th, 2011 06:05 am (UTC)
Also:

tripartite
Jun. 24th, 2011 06:09 am (UTC)
Thank you
Wow.
joreth
Jun. 24th, 2011 06:36 am (UTC)
Re: Thank you
Actually, this one is better:



After making my corset, our local fetish club hosted a masked ball, so I quickly cobbled up a matching mask and necklace, using left-over corset fabric for the mask, and the ribbon border of the mask is the same ribbon used for the necklace.
tripartite
Jun. 24th, 2011 07:50 am (UTC)
Re: Thank you
Yes, yes it is.
joreth
Jun. 24th, 2011 08:31 am (UTC)
I'm still tickled by the surrealistic irony of fucking you with your own cock! Next time, though, the pretty purple one that zaiah picked out for you!
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