Howdy, all. I did all five dares this week, so this post is gonna be a long, sorry.
Dare Report:
#1: So my first attempt at this on Monday was epic fail (don't worry, no blood). My legs are not super hairy, so I didn't think it would be too difficult. I lathered up a leg, grabbed a razor, and started going with the grain. Tons of hair was coming off, but you couldn't even tell I had shaved! Plus, the shower was quickly becoming clogged. I decided to abort and regroup.
So the next day I decided to grab my beard-trimmer and do some prep-work. After I finished that my legs *looked* hairless and I was tempted to stop, but what's the point of half-assing a dare? After I vacuumed up the hair (learned that lesson well), I went back to work with the razor, this time against the grain. I'm not the sharpest cookie in the box, but this time went much better. I got my legs all silky smooth and it weirds me out every time I see them

Unfortunately, no access to panties at the moment

I'll have to make up bonus points somewhere else . . .
#2: After reading Anna's summary of her dare (*drools just thinking about it*), I was prepared to take it slow in the beginning. I even decided to get a few edges in before starting the metronome, just to warm up. Imagine my surprise when 80bpm turns out to be way faster than my natural strokes! I must be slowpoke or something. I knew at that point I was in trouble.
I, too, made the questionable decision to put Miss Jay's slideshow on for . . . inspiration. As I said, 80 was already fast, so it didn't take the me long to get to the edges (those pictures might have something to do with it, too

). By the time I got to 100 I was using a very loose grip so I didn't lose it. I have no idea how I made it to 160 with those tiny breaks to recover, but I did it, and I probably produced a pint of precum in the process. I feel like a lightweight because it only took me about a half-hour. Maybe Miss D and Miss Jay (and Anna, for that matter) can take it as a testament to the incredible heights of arousal that You all push me :D
I offer my most sincere thanks, Anna, for a lovely dare. Fearfully and eagerly anticipating the next round
#3: I am not a fan of ice, so I was not looking forward to this dare. I grabbed three cubes from the freezer and sat down to get it over with. It helped me quite a bit to imagine poor Anna and Miss D both using the ice cubes on their lips, sliding it up and down, wincing as they held it agains their clits, the look on their faces (and pussies) as they forced the remaining cubes up inside . . . Gah! So easily distracted . . . where was I? It turns out that I did not lose my hard on the whole time! I swear! I couldn't believe it myself. I tied up my balls first so they wouldn't be able to go anywhere, and rubbed those cubes all over whilst either cirlcing my nipples or stroking my dick with the other cubes. I thought the last one with the cube on my cock head would kill it for sure, but he was straining even more. All shiny and purple. Thankfully my dick was so hot that it totally scorched the three cubes I had grabbed in Miss D's timeframe, so no icy rectum for me *whew*
#4: So, I went and got a manicure yesterday. Interesting experience. The little Thai lady brought out some pretty wicked looking implements and veritably attacked my cuticles and whatnot. I'm a little squeamish about that stuff, so I had to look away for that part.
After she finished cleaning up the actual nails, she had me take my watch off and roll up my sleeves. At this point I was more than a little confused. She then got lotion all over her hands and proceeded to give my hands, arms, shoulders, and neck the roughest massage I have ever had in my life! She even started punching me at one point, and I thought she was trying to dislocate my shoulder! That little lady had a grip of iron; when she gripped my wrist and started roughly stroking my forearm it was all I could do to *not* imagine her gripping some other part of my anatomy, or what I would be doing once I got home.
It was an . . . interesting experience, to say the least. My hands were definitely pretty and still smell quite nice. I contemplated passing on the orgasm that Miss D allowed for this dare (especially considering the 5 ruined ones on the next day), but I decided I didn't want to insult the Lady by refusing such a generous gift

I hadn't cum in about a week, and the other dares had certainly given me a workout. A friend even helped me out with a stunningly erotic story. I'll spare you all the sordid details (sorry, blue-ballers, but the orgasm was PHENOMENAL), but let's just say I had a very nice time on my trip to Palmdale
#5: Let me first say that ruined orgasms suck! This was the first time I had ever done this to myself, and barring a very persuasive Lady, it will be the last! I wasn't even sure exactly how to do it, but a friend over at OD coached me through the first one. I mean, don't get me wrong, it was an orgasm and felt pretty good, but whilst my poor dick was straining and twitching trying desperately to really SHOOT, I just stood there and watched it, the cum flowing out. What a mindfuck!
My strategy on this one was to do four in as short a time as possible and save the last one for the end of the 24hr period. Miss Jay's story of her ice-dare was quite fortutitously timed in that regard

I managed to get 4 in by lunchtime (did I mention that ruined orgasms are from the Devil?!). One interesting thing is that since the orgasms weren't as intense, I could recover faster and didn't get as sore.
Just finished the last one. Man, that is frustrating. I decided to edge for awhile for this last one to try and make it better, not sure if that worked or not. I got in 15 edges, and then was able to get up to and just over the edge by just squeezing my balls. Glad that's finally done.
Thanks again for a wonderful week of dares, Miss D!
Cheers,
Jim