I love your avatars!

I think you got game. You are one of my favorite commentators. Though it must be hard coming up with different remarks considering how often someone has to get banned.

Oh sure, you're all sweet and nice in public.
You're just terrible.

I will try but I have a feeling this will not work, which might be the intention? Keeping my chin up is also going to be a problem.

I have to admit, however, it is very creative, which I do appreciate, though I am a bit apprehensive about this forfeit.

I misread this. How do I hold the candle in place and touch the baseboard?

Damn, pardon my Anglo-Saxon, but I almost had the giver of this forfeit convinced to close down this payment.

Sigh.

Questions about your request. By "every corner" do you mean in a room or the whole house? By "bottoms of your feet" you mean I have to shuffle only to walk? Finally, are you giving me a choice between two different forfeits or an option challenge?

Wow, no suggestions?

Thank you guys!

Champion4Ever gave me a wonderful evil dare as payment for being a ditz in the chat room. Every time the "drum" sound announced someone leaving or entering I had to spank myself 5 times. While every comment was 15. I had to describe every spanking to the room while they were unaware of the dare. Very sexy though my poor little rear was very much out of shape since I haven't been on here in a while.

This is my first time back on getdare in over a year after I bailed on all things BDSM. It took a while, but those old devilish desires finally came back and I gave in and logged on. Since I left so abruptly I decided I should be punished so I chose stlsportsfan33 little game “Snakes & Ladder.” (www.getdare.com/bbs/showthread.php?t=310293) to pay for my sins.

I have to admit I started off playing the game wrong. I thought (mistakenly) it was a simple table where you rolled a 1-100 to see what punishment you would receive. Since it had been over a year I concluded that one roll was too lenient and that a harsher treatment was in order so I would let a dice determine the number of my torments.

Fate decided I would have to endure four punishments.

The first punishment was a #46 (“spank each cheek 50 times”). The instructions didn't say anything about state of one's attire, so I bent over the couch and spanked my jean-covered rear 100 times. Easy-peasy.

The second roll was a #26, which commanded “ladder to 15.” It was here I realized I wasn't playing the game right. I decided to keep on with my initial rules but would not count a “ladder” as one of my four punishments, instead I would have to remove a piece of clothing for each “ladder” rolled. I took my sweater off and read #15 (“remove clamps, massage nipples for 2 minutes, and reapply clamps at 90 degrees”). Not having any clamps, clothespins would have to do.

Gently under-cupping my bra covered breasts I began to fondle myself. The massaging and my trepidation about no longer being use to being punishment did the trick, my nipples were rock hard and quite sensitiveness.

As I went downstairs to got the clothespins. Again there was no mention of one's attire for the punishment. Feeling a bit cheeky that I was flirting with the rule I clamped the clothespins over my bra; a plain old white, work-outside, thing, so the material was on the thick side. The clothespins did sting a bit, but the extra padding did lessen the the pain. Having them jutting out at a 90 degree angle I rolled the dice for my third punishment.

A #21 came up (“pull on clamps for 30 seconds”), which seemed like an easy challenge. Taking hold of the clothespin on my right breast I gave it a gentle pull and started to count. I barely got past one when the clothespin slipped off. Trying more times then was reasonable I desperately tried to make the challenge work, but the clothespin could never get a firm enough grip to stay on. I knew there was only one way to make this work. Reaching around I unclasped my bra and threw it on the couch. Now topless I clamped one clothespin over my naked erect right nipple and then my left. I admit I gasped and whined a bit as both went on.

The computer generated number announced my final punishment: #7 (“snake back to #2”) Grumbling, I dropped my jeans and kicked them across the floor as my clothespins bounced about. Standing in but my panties I read #2 (“jog in place for 60 seconds”).

“It could be worse.” I groaned. Making sure the blinds were closed I slipped on my sneakers I felt like an idiot getting on my treadmill with only panties and two clothespins on. I set the speed to 4.5 and began my jog. I usually run about twice a week, but always with a bra and sports-bra for support. The run went from silly, to humiliating to painful. My breasts flopped around horribly, with the clothespin mockingly waving about and even clicking together a few times. After the required minute I dismounted the treadmill and gently removed the clothespins. Heading upstairs I got some Neutrogena to tend to my poor abused chest.

I confess the caressing on of the lotion felt so good it drove me to masturbate.