Report for Mouth Soaping Dice Dare
Everything started here simply enough. I started by logging in and throwing the dice, so I could get things ready. My first roll of four meant that I had to soak the bar in hot water for 20 minutes for starting, so I heated some water, and submerged the Ivory soap bar into a bowl, with the sponge I'd need later holding it down, and snapped a lid on it. The kitchen filled with a cloying soap smell that made me grimace already. Finally, I started the timer and focused on other things while I waited.
Unfortunately, I didn't have everything ready exactly when the alarm went off, so the soap probably got an extra five minutes or so of soaking time. I drained off the murky liquid filled with misshapen soap chunks, brought the container into the bathroom and finally started.
Steps 2 & 3 (Both had rolls of 4)
My rolls meant that I would need to soap my tongue, teeth, cheeks, and the outside of my lips and face for a minute each—all soaped hard and especially thorough. I set the timer for one minute and started on my tongue. My fingers sank easily into the squishy soap, making it easier to get a good grip and more precise control. I had to catch myself a few times when my hard and thorough soaping triggered a gag reflex, but by the time the final timer went off, the tops, bottoms, sides, had been vigorously scrubbed with the soap and my lips and outside of my face were smeared with it. The worst part of that had been the tongue because once that was done, the taste was locked in and everything else was just sensation. Unpleasant, but overall tolerable.
Step 3 (Roll of 4)
Next came the waiting. I'd rolled 20 long minutes of biting down into the soap. It sounded like forever (but thank the dare-gods that it wasn't longer!) So I bit down, braced against the bathroom sink... and waited.
I washed my hands and focused on that for a bit. Then waited.
... and waited. It was surprisingly messy. Soapy drool dribbled into the sink. After a bit my tongue started to sting. I've read before how soap can have that effect when people shape it into plugs, but I hadn't expected that here. But it did seem to make sense. Thinking about that helped distract me for a little while—because when I didn't do that, that gag reflex would try to trigger again.
I counted for a bit—not tracking time, just keeping my mind occupied with numbers and pedaling my legs restlessly, grateful that the rules hadn't said I must keep still.
More waiting. Bubbles blew from my mouth along with the soapy drool. I checked the time—still a REALLY long way to go. It seemed like much too long. I wondered for just a moment, if I should give up... but I wasn't going to lose on my very first dare on the new site just because I was uncomfortable and impatient. No way.
So I counted some more. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Bouncing my legs along with the count.
The soap dried on my face, pulling at the skin. Things started to thicken inside my mouth with a sensation that I don't quite have words for—except that it was clearly an unpleasant one!
I checked the time again—10 minutes. Half way! Hooray? Or, less positively and more realistically, it was just as long to go as it took me to get here. Ugh. I wondered again about just calling it... but now I'd already been here for ten whole minutes. It didn't make any sense to waste all that time already invested!
So a distraction was needed. I thought about where this activity would fit on my list. It was definitely not a like, but... I didn't think it needed to be a limit. Perhaps a dislike with an 'in moderation' or 'in addition to other tasks' component, and with some time guidelines. That seemed possible. I wasn't sure yet. Because even though I really didn't like this, there was something here. Under the right circumstances, that—invasive and controlling aspect sometimes appeals to me.
Thinking about that took a good bit of time—but still not enough. 6 minutes left. So my mind moved ahead to the next steps—a four minute scrubbing with the sponge, a 10 per cheek hand spanking. Then—done. I could feel that finish line.
Two minutes left... and counting again, until... Finally. The alarm. Soap out!
Steps 5, 6, &7 (Rolls of 3, 5, and 1)
I set the timer, lathered the blue kitchen sponge, ready to power through—and was shocked at how painful this was. During the waiting, everything had settled. But scrubbing things around now activated everything—and it hurt.
My tongue felt scalded, skin definitely taken off of parts inside my mouth. It all burned fiercely and I wondered if this was normal? And decided it probably was. It was just demonstrating how I'd never had a true mouth soaping before. I know some people grew up with them, so realized I was lucky I hadn't. When the four minute timer went off, I spit. Started a first rinse—suddenly remembered I still had the hand spanking, so quickly slapped each bare ass cheek 10 times, and returned to the process of reclaiming my mouth.
That took a really long time. Rinsing wasn't doing it. Brushing was agony, but helped. Soft paper towels helped as I scrubbed away dried up, thick soap that just didn't want to come out. Wiped my face. Went back to my mouth. Noticed my face still had soap... and the floor was way more wet than I'd expected. Added a floor towel, and back to my face, then mouth. Finally, it seemed done—or done enough at least.
After Effects
I decided to return a quick call before moving on to my other plans for the night. While I was talking I noticed my mouth was making it harder to speak normally. When I drank from a tea bottle, it was surprisingly hard to do. All of my mouth had an unpleasant 'drank-something-too-hot scalded feeling so it took a bit before I noticed my lip hurt a little more than the rest. It just felt... funny.
And sure enough, half my lower lip was swelling up, splitting a little. So I decided I might be having a bit of a reaction to the soap. Took some antihistamines, and used an ice pack... but it was getting worse, not better. Soon the other half of my lip stretched too, and I could almost feel it getting bigger and bigger. I was lucky—I could breath fine. My tongue and throat weren't swelling, JUST my lower lip. Nothing else. But because I've never had an allergic reaction to anything in my life, ever, I wasn't sure if it would get better on it's own, or spread to my airways.
So that meant a trip to the ER because it was too late for normal doctors. I stuck to a very brief explanation of: "I used a new kind of soap, and
this happened!" Which was absolutely true, if incomplete—there wasn't anything to be gained by explaining exactly
how I was using that soap, lol.
So a few hours, IV's, meds, and a new RX to get me through the next days happened. The lip is still too big, still painful, but it's better than before.
I still don't know
why this happened. I've never been allergic to anything before. And more than that, I'd even tested this same bar of soap just a couple of days before with a much simpler and easier task—and it was perfectly fine. Gross tasting, but there were no weird reactions.
So maybe it was that cheap sponge? Or, I found out that some people get this type of reaction from 'mouth trauma' like a tongue piercing or dental procedure (which I'd never heard of before.) So maybe that was it? I still don't know.
I'm sure this isn't a problem with the dare itself, just me specifically, lol. Apparently my body decided to tell me that soap doesn't belong in my mouth and remind me that I need to move a little slower when trying things that involve chemicals—even 'safe' ones like Ivory. Which I already knew, but my body decided to demonstrate to me in experience, not theory, lol.
Conclusion
So let's wrap up this ridiculously long report. As much as I hated doing it, and REALLY hated the ending—I enjoyed the dare (before the 'after' stuff). It was definitely challenging and really the kind of push to do something I'd rather not that I was looking for. Though, I won't be repeating this experience. I am, unfortunately, moving 'mouth soaping' to my limits instead of the hoped for 'disliked, but OK in moderation' because ER visits just aren't my thing, lol.
