A Humiliation for All Seasons [NON-FICTION]

[JustAGuy]

My name is JustAGuy and I have an excellent memory; in fact, my memory is so good and long-lasting that I even have a crib memory (a memory of me being an infant in my crib). Suffice it to say, I've known myself for a long time, and as long as I've known myself, I have craved humiliation.

Growing up, it didn't take me long to learn what worked for me and what didn't. Having my pants fall down in front of people, while embarassing, wasn't very interesting, but having them pulled off me while I struggled aroused me in ways I didn't even understand as a child. Like a superhero who valiantly fights his foe only to be defeated and humiliated, I required a risk for humiliation to work; I needed to know that I had failed at something and deserved the humiliation I received. I craved total defeat.

My life, however, was very isolated, often by circumstance but mostly by choice. I am not a social individual, nor was I when I was a child. Neither was I experimental when it came to sexuality; I never once masturbated as a child and came to despise my libido as a distraction from my goals in life. My mind was organized enough that eventually I was able to wake myself out of wet dreams before I ejaculated, in order to prevent the personal shame of my body giving in to baser emotions. Not that any of that was healthy, mind you, but it worked really well for me.

Despite all my efforts to be the perfect choir boy (yes, I was in the choir), there are a few key incidents in my life where what I can only conclude to be karmic intervention allowed me to experience what would ultimately shape my adult sexuality.

These are the stories of my true-life incidents involving truth-or-dare and truth-or-dare-like games. Only the names have been changed. While these stories involve characters that are minors, it is not meant to be taken as some form of child pornography; these are the events that happened to me as a child through my eyes. They were erotic to me then, and they are still
erotic to me now. I'd like to make it perfectly clear that I would never suggest me as an adult doing these things with anyone other than another adult.

CHAPTER ONE: June

In Canada there is an annual football (that's American-style football to my European readers; not soccer) competition known as the Grey Cup Playoffs. Each year, Canada is split down the middle and east battles west for the cup. The final match is generally always played near the November/December boundary. What are known as "Grey Cup Parties" are prolific, as people gather in bars and homes to watch the game together and (oftentimes) gamble on the results illegally.

My uncle Irving's birthday was at the end of November, so several years in the 1980's he hosted Grey Cup Parties combined with a birthday party that friends and family attended. In 1988 I, attended one such party with my parents. I was ten at the time, and not into sports at all (I'm still not). Irv and his wife Mary didn't have any children, so they had no toys or video games or anything fun for a bored kid at a grown-up party to do. Several of the party attendees brought their kids along, and there were about ten or so of us who had no interest in what was an undoubtedly epic game between the Winnipeg Blue Bombers and the British Columbia Lions.

The kids went off into one of the spare bedrooms and found a couple of the toys that Irv and Mary's recently deceased cat used to play with. Included in the poor selection was a rubber snake toy. Boredom being the necessity of invention we broke into two teams and each took turns hiding the snake in the house while the other team closed their eyes. Then it was a race to see
how long it would take to find the snake, with the hiding team providing misdirection. If the seeking team gave up, they lost.

After a few rounds, however, the game became boring and the kids wandered off to other parts of the house, with the exception of myself from my team, and a girl named June from the other team. June was a short brunette two years my younger who lived next door to my aunt and uncle. I had met her a few times before but never talked much...after all I was a boy and she was a girl and never the twain shall mix.

We decided to continue playing the snake game a few more rounds until during one round where I was the seeker I could not find it; she had hidden it too well. I demanded she tell me where she hid it. I needed a good threat to make her comply so I said the one thing that every kid dreads "...or I'll pull your pants down". She confessed to a location but when I went to retrieve it I couldn't find it. I came back and threatened her again, and this time put my hands on the waistband of the spandex pants she was wearing. She struggled a little and didn't offer much resistance...I pulled a little bit and exposed what, at the time, I considered to be the most secret and humiliating fact about a person; the colour of her underwear. It was blue. I was hard.

After that round, we changed the rules of the game. Instead of just finding the snake or giving up the search, if the seeker gave up they had to do a penalty. If they found the snake, the hider had to do the penalty. There were no truths in this game, nor were there "dares" in the truest sense of the word. We accepted whatever penalty was put forward, and we both put forward penalties designed to make the other one expose themselves in embarassing ways.

It wasn't long before I gave up my first round (something I had very little trouble doing) and I had to expose my underwear to her. Blushing with shame and regretting the fact that I had decided to put on my tight-fitting red-and-white striped briefs instead of a simple solid colour, I pulled my pants down in front of this relative unknown girl and let her examine me from every angle in my underwear.

As time passed, the penalties became more risque. We even got to the point of demonstrating the penalties in order to make them clear, despite the fact that it was just as humiliating for us to demonstrate it as it was for the loser to do it. It wasn't long before we were baring our asses for eachother and having to lie face-down in positions of submission and let the other person pull down our pants, exposing our secret underwear, then pulling down the underwear to expose our ass. Looking back now, I could see that chance had happened to place me with another person who wanted desperately to be humiliated in front of someone else; the game was merely the risk needed to make the humiliation truly humiliating.

The interesting thing was that despite the fact we were barring our asses and underwear, the genitals were unspoken off-limits zones. In fact during June's demonstration of one penalty to me, she accidentally pulled the front of her underwear down, exposing her pussy to me. At the time I had no attraction to human gentalia so it was more of an embarassing "oops" to us. She never once asked for me to reciprocate and I never offered. After all, private parts were gross.

Only once did an adult walk in on us, but it happened to be between penalties so we were both clothed. Eventually, the other kids came back and wanted to play some other hide-and-seek type games, which ended our snake-hiding erotic adventure.

At one point in the hide-and-seek game with the other kids, June and I found ourselves together in a closed room. Me, still riding the high of the afternoon's humiliation, decided I would degrade myself one more time before her.

"June," I said. "Just in case you forgot, this is the colour of my underwear". I then pulled down the front of my pants exposing the now old-news red-and-white-striped briefs.

June smiled. "And in case you forgot," she said, pulling down her spandex and exposing her blue cotton panties. "This is the colour of mine".

My face, neck and ears burned bright red from arousal for the rest of the evening. I told my parents I wasn't feeling very well.


END OF CHAPTER ONE

I hope you enjoyed it...I'll add more chapters if you like.

[Truthgu]

How old were u??????????????????????????

[JustAGuy]

I was 10...it says it in the story but it's easy to miss.

[Truthgu]

Wow,

The story was well written. But I find it to be, well I don't know....strange. Here on getDare we find this to be somthing new. Normally people foucus more on sucking someones cock and being someone's slave. If you could write a story (Pervish, getDare) type story. I bet you'd win the award. So go for it. As a writer I find your works to be great. But getDare does not seem to really give a dam.

Truth

[depp=noob=lol]

and truthgu, why are you still reading all the storys on getdare, all the Pervish story's if you dont like them? explain that, or better, get of the site.

[ollieba]

very good story

and depp=noob=lol he never said he didn't like those type of stories he just said he prefers these ones

[Tony12]

HAH 10x better than Mine Ill admit. But im 14 and my writing skills arent fully Developed Good Story :)

[Dare861]

Very good stuff. Keep on going!

-Daredude

[JustAGuy]

For all those with the kind words, thank you. I will try to have chapter 2 up sometime within the next week.

[Truthgu]

and truthgu, why are you still reading all the storys on getdare, all the Pervish story's if you dont like them? explain that, or better, get of the site.

Wow, hand on there buddy. I like the "Pervish" stories. The ones with slave and masters and all that jazz. I think that, if the writers of getDare wrote a little neater and with more detail like this story they would be much better. Like my stories, for instance. If I was a good writer like this man here then maybe I could write some really good stories. I love the stories on getDare. I'd love to see them well written.

Truth

[Wcbrown514]

I agree with Truthgu, that though the stories are good. If people took the time to write them as well as this one the stories could be amazing. Anyways, JustAGuy I enjoyed the story and I am happy to see that it is so well written.

[anonimousbob]

exactly, I actually type out my story in word first in order to get spelling correct and to have it all viewable easily for me to read through quickly. If everyone took time over it they would all be as good as this story

[JustAGuy]

Here is some more for your enjoyment.

CHAPTER TWO: JULY

My cousin July was born three and half years after me. Many times while I was a child my family would visit her family and we would play together. An only child, she was incredibly spoiled and was prone to fits of anger and crying if she didn’t get her way. Later when her parents adopted a baby girl July mistreated her frequently out of jealousy. I wasn’t very fond of her because of her behavior and as I got older I let her and my sister play together while I sat with the adults when the families would visit.

During the summer of 1992 I was a very mature and responsible 13 year old and was hired by my Aunt Darlene and Uncle Ralph to babysit July (who was 10 years old at the time) while they went out for the evening. The evening went by quickly; I put her sister to bed and we watched television until her bedtime. I don’t quite recall what happened that first night (it was a rather banal evening of watching television for the most part), but by the end of it, I was positive that I wanted to humiliate myself in front of her. For several weeks afterward I fantasized about making a bet to walk the inside perimeter of her house completely naked while she agreed to stay in her bedroom…knowing full well that she would be able to pop out and see me completely nude at any time. I decided that they next time I babysat her, I would come up with some way to be humiliated.

About a month or so later I was again hired to watch July and her sister. The evening progressed as normal, and after I put her sister to bed we decided to play a board game to pass the time but quickly grew bored of it. Grabbing an air-filled rubber ball (about the size of a bowling ball) from her toy box, I suggested we play catch indoors. We sat across the room from each other and tossed the ball back and forth. Once again the game quickly became tiresome and one of us (I believe it was her) suggested that we modify the game: if somebody doesn’t catch the ball they have to do whatever the person who threw it says. I agreed.

After a few throws we had each missed the ball a couple of times. The forfeits were pretty tame at first; someone having to do jumping jacks, hop on one foot, etc. Not experiencing anything like this since the snake game with June years earlier, I was very aroused by the game and its potential for humiliation. Knowing what a stuck-up little snob she was made the prospect of her humiliation, or mine at her hands, exciting. I threw the ball and she failed to catch it. I decided to test the waters.

“Ok, July,” I said. “You have to stand at one side of the room, take off your shorts, throw them across the room, and slowly walk over to them, pick them up, and put them back on”.

[JustAGuy]

...continued from previous post...

I was expecting her to express disgust or anger, to which I had planned to reply with an “I was only kidding” statement. I was anticipating her telling her parents and me getting into big trouble with my conservative Christian family.
Instead, July stood up, unbuttoned and unzipped her pink jean shorts and dropped them to her feet. Time froze as I stared at my spoiled bitch of a cousin in her white cotton panties. She picked up her shorts and threw them across the room, then walked right past me as I sat there on the floor before going and picking them up and putting them back on. I was speechless. And rock hard.

A few more tosses of the ball and I had exposed my underwear to her. When trying to decide how else to play the game, she asked me a question that would drive a sizable portion of my fantasies and ultimately lead me to getdare:

“Have you ever played truth or dare?” she asked.

“No,” I responded. “What is it?”

“It’s a game where each person takes turns and they either choose ‘truth’ or ‘dare’. If they choose truth they have to answer any question truthfully. If they choose ‘dare’, they have to do any dare given to them. Want to play?”

“Sure,” I said.

The first few rounds were the obligatory truths that all kids ask, such as “who do you have a crush on?” and “who’s your favourite cousin?” etc. While my current fantasy is to be someone’s truth slave, back then I wasn’t too interested in the truth portions of the game. I wanted to humiliate and be humiliated by July.

Sitting in a rocking chair across the room from her I came up with a good dare to embarrass her. I closed my eyes and she had to strip completely bottomless and sit straddling a chair facing me for one minute. She would then be able to get dressed and I would then open my eyes. While she was positioning herself I accidentally opened my eyes slightly. While only ten and a half years old, her pubic hair had started to grow in. It was a very light colour (most likely due to the fact that she was blonde) and I was surprised at how different it was from my black pubic hair. I closed my eyes almost immediately but the image was burned into my mind.

The rest of the evening involved dares of mooning each other and modeling our underwear. The most embarrassing dare of the evening for me was when I had to stand with my back to her, pants and underwear around my ankles, and jump and spin around in a complete 180 degree turn. This forced me to expose my very erect cock and my relatively new pubic hair to her for a brief second, though I doubt she saw much.

The evening ended when her parents suddenly pulled up in the driveway, causing her to scramble into bed while I greeted them. The physiological reaction to my arousal, as with June several years previous, was an intense blushing/flushing of my face, neck, and ears. Again I feigned fever as her parents paid me and drove me home. When I got home I didn’t fall asleep until 4a.m. Not being someone who masturbated, my arousal knew no release and I tossed and turned wide awake recalling the night’s events and fantasizing about even darker humiliations.

The excitement of the previous night was all but forgotten the next day when the brain in my cock stopped thinking long enough for the brain in my head to start. If July told Darlene or Ralph about the game of truth or dare and the nudity, my parents would get a call and I would be severely grounded (and never trusted again). I become terrified and paranoid that every time the phone rang my parents would learn that I had corrupted my cousin and destroyed her life.

After a few weeks went by, I realized that July hadn’t told anyone about the game, and no phone calls designed to ruin my life came. I allowed myself to start fantasizing about the game again and spent several sleepless nights tossing and turning in my bed, imagining what sort of humiliating things she would do to me.

Several months later (now late fall) I once again was called to babysit for July and her sister. This time, however, she had two friends visiting, a boy and a girl her age. After her parents left, July suggested we all play “dare” (since we had dropped the “truth or” by that point). Having two more people in the game greatly increased the potential for humiliation and although I was certainly perverted enough to entertain the notion I wasn’t stupid. I knew that I could trust July to not tell anyone about the game, but I didn’t trust these kids. Involving more people increased the chances that I’d be discovered and summarily murdered by my parents. I very quickly and sternly told her “no”.

Once her friends left, however, I very quickly initiated the game again. She seemed reluctant, but my desire to experience the arousal of humiliation made me a completely different person than my normal timid self and I pushed the point. She finally agreed to play.

That evening turned out to be the most erotic night I would spend for the next four years. When I played with June all those years ago I believed that one’s underwear was the most secret and embarrassing thing that one could reveal to someone else. In the intervening years this belief was supplanted by the belief that the secrets of one’s private parts were the most precious. That night, all our secrets were exposed and July became the first girl to see my manhood and my pubic hair.

We changed the game from simple “dare” to a challenges-based game. As we lost the challenges the penalties started centering on variations of us lying on our backs, spread eagle, and showing off our bodies to the other. One competition in particular was a “who could do the grossest thing with their body”. I (still having never masturbated) simply waved my stiff cock around while gyrating, which didn’t seem very gross to July. When it was her turn she simply lied down, spread her legs, and started masturbating. I had never seen a girl masturbate before and the sight of her spreading her lips and touching herself turned my stomach. She won the contest hands down (literally!). When I asked her where she had learned to do things like that, she directed me to a previously-unnoticed but fairly out-in-the-open stack of pornographic magazines that my Uncle Ralph kept from the 1970’s. My original fears of having corrupted July were put to rest; she had been corrupting me.

Throughout the evening the game never got physical. After all, we were cousins and sex education in public school had grossed me out enough to never want to experience it. The closest we got was one contest that July proposed. She brought forth two winter mitts from a closet; one for me and one for her. We sat beside each other, facing opposite directions. We each put a glove on the hand that was closest to the other and started rubbing each other’s crotches. The first person to give up would be the loser. As I’ve mentioned far too many times to have any dignity left I had never masturbated before, and the feeling of someone running their (gloved) hand up and down my shaft was incredible and terrifying. I didn’t seem to be having any effect on her since I was more fascinated with rubbing her pubic hair than her pussy lips. Frightened of what would happen if I surrendered to the throbbing in my cock I quickly gave up. Of course, she could have made the punishment one where she continued to stroke me until I came (and maybe if this were fiction I would say she did), but she didn’t. My cherry, as it were, remained un-popped. And so it would for another three years.
Once again, her parents returning home sent her scampering to her bedroom and me trying not to look too disheveled and aroused. I was paid $25 for my troubles and driven home.

There were no other babysitting jobs that year. In the winter her family came over to visit my family and during a brief moment alone while her, my sister and I were playing, I took the opportunity to pull her pants and panties away from her body to see her ass. She didn’t seem to mind.

The following spring July turned 11 and her parents felt she was old enough to start staying home alone and my erotic babysitting career was over. Five years later, when she came out as a bisexual I felt guilty that perhaps our game of “dare” at a young age had caused her to become sexually confused. When I last saw her however, she had been keeping her athletic body thin and toned and her blonde hair cut short; definitely not the picture of a confused person. She went off to Australia to be with her lesbian lover and I haven't seen her in a few years.

I think about her every once in awhile, and my first "truth or dare" games with her still have the ability to arouse me when I recall them. Rest assured, if she ever asks me to play “dare” again, I might just take her up on her offer.

END OF CHAPTER TWO

Please let me know how that was. I have at least one more chapter that I'll try to get out over the next few days. Chapter three will probably be the biggest chapter.

[xatm092]

...wow...

That was very erotic for a story about such young kids...

Kind of intruiging, if this really is true, then wow...

[JustAGuy]

It is really true (except for the names). Very few events like this ever happened to me, so when they did they made an impression.

[Wcbrown514]

I don't know if it is me or just the way the world is today, but anything that involves young children in stories such as these seems to make it a bit of a turn off. And I know you were young as well in the stories but it is still kinda tough to read through these stories. Anyways you have managed to keep my attention on these stories so you must be doing something right. Congrats!

[Tony12]

WOWWWWW!
You never wanked until you were 16
I HONESTLY think thats a record!!!
lol
Good story keep writing!

[Truthgu]

and truthgu, why are you still reading all the storys on getdare, all the Pervish story's if you dont like them? explain that, or better, get of the site.


I am sorry if you got confused, I like those stories. The ones like AB (Animousbob) wrote. I find them to very well written like this one. But with the type of story I like.

Tessdog

[Truthgu]

Well,

Part 2 was good. Not going to lie, I want to see a part 3. Maybe when you guys are older. I think this story is nice.

Tess

[xatm092]

Planning to write the next part any time soon?

[JustAGuy]

Well, I've been giving a lot of thought to chapter 3, Augusta. That part of my life story doesn't contain any real tord, but lots of humiliation and emasculation wherein I basically spent 7 years stuck as a slave to a control freak (the full complete story is probably more sad than erotic but I could just whittle it down to the erotic parts). It would be easy for me to be quite detailed and graphic in the story (regarding sexual activities, etc.), but I'm not 100% sure it'd fit with the theme of the site.

The other thing I could do is to skip Augusta and go to my more recent tord stories, especially ones that I've experienced since I joined getdare.

I'll leave it up to my fans: should I write about my seven-year enslavement in Augusta or just write about the online tord stuff? I could do both, but I warn you that Augusta will be quite long :P

Let me know what you good folk would like to see.

[TrekBoy008]

Perhaps you should post part of the Augusta segment of your life and see what people think of it; then you can determine whether to finish it or post the online segment.

[JustAGuy]

Ok...here is the start of chapter three. I know it's not all that erotic to start but hey, I believe there should be a backstory and everyone has enjoyed my writing thus far.

CHAPTER THREE: AUGUSTA

Ever notice how the small decisions you make can have huge impacts in your life? Like the butterfly in Africa whose wing flapping contributes to a hurricane in Florida, Augusta flittered into my life. The seven years spent with her left me more screwed up than I’d ever been in my life.

November, 1995. I was in the first semester of Grade 12, the last grade of high school before university. Up until this point my life had been dedicated to knowledge and its pursuit. My career goal of becoming a software developer drove my every waking moment and I spent every spare period and lunch hour at school in a computer lab. After years of pressure my parents had caved in to my whining and purchased a 486 PC two years previous and I spent my nights and weekends at home teaching myself C++. I didn’t realize it then but at the time I was honing the skills that make me one of the top developers in my city today. Unfortunately it also made me very withdrawn and out-of-touch with other teens my age.

Despite my preoccupation with study I was incredibly lonely. I only had one friend (my best friend since Kindergarten), and had never really had a girlfriend. My childhood fantasies of meeting a girl and holding hands matured to wanting to experience the mystery of the enormous breasts that so many girls I grew up with were now sporting. Having spent my youth in a farming-community school made up mostly of white kids, my high school was now in the very ethnically-diverse city and for the first time I was with girls of all ethnicities. My other childhood fantasies of dating the white girls I grew up with also gave way to exploring the mysteries of girls with exotic skin colours.

Each day at school I was surrounded by the coupling and de-coupling of kids my age (as teenagers are wont to do) and although I publicly didn’t desire to be like them deep down I wish I could have been. My keen hearing picked up whispers of some cliques getting together outside of school to play truth or dare and even the word “orgy” was thrown around. A girl who took a bizarre interest in my opinions shared with me the fact that she gave the school’s drummer a blowjob in the drama room (and asked me if I felt it was a good idea). A lot of sexual stuff was going on and I wasn’t a part of it.

That I wasn't involved with anything sexual didn’t really bother me much, however. My experience with July several years beforehand and the fact that nobody found out about it made me feel like I had gotten away with murder. I decided that what I had done was wrong and bad and I needed to never do anything like that again. As I had still not masturbated yet (and had learned most of what it all entailed in the intervening years) I vowed that I would not experience any sexual pleasure until marriage. I had a fairy-tale idea of meeting a girl, dating innocently, falling in love, getting married, then dealing with sex afterwards.

Despite my resolve, however, I was still lonely and heavily depressed over the fact that while there was nothing superficially wrong with me (I was neither overweight nor ugly) no girls showed any interest in me. I very stupidly believed that if I could not get a girlfriend by the end of high school I was destined to be alone.

Having spent my entire high school life locked away in labs left me with a very small social network that included only one or two girls. I decided that the best way to increase my contact with the females of my species was to throw a party. The only problem was that I was so “not cool” that there was no way I could pull it off unless I had something nobody else had. And I did: the Internet.

Most people in 1995 hadn’t heard of the Internet yet, but my mother had a dial-up account through her job and I was just starting to explore the World Wide Web using Netscape Navigator. I decided to throw what I called an “Internet Party”. I picked a weekend that my family would be out of town and invited a small list of people. Other kids started showing interest in the party and asked if they could come also. I agreed and by the end of the day most of Grade 12 class was coming to my house on the weekend.

Terrified that my little house party had now become an unmanageable 30-teenager affair I prepared for the worst. However, when Saturday came there was a terrible winter storm and only eight people showed up. Most of them were girls and I was very happy with that. One of the guys who showed up and who I barely knew was a fellow named Octavian. We ordered in pizza and shot pool while the girls gathered around the computer to try and find nude photos of Brad Pitt. Everyone had a good time and I was starting to feel like I might actually belong with people my age.

Towards the end of the evening, another person showed up knocking at my parent’s door. My best friend went upstairs to answer it and when I reached the bottom of the stairs and looked up I saw her for the first time: a raven-haired beauty of European-Filipino mixture, with olive skin and brown eyes. She was petite and thin, dressed in a leather jacket and leather gloves. She started coming down the stairs. I, ever the master of deadpan humour simply looked up at her and said “you weren’t invited”. She ignored me and proceeded into the basement.

It turned out that she was Octavian’s sister, and had been involved in a minor automobile accident on her way to pick him up from my house. My driveway covered in ice, I agreed to help her brother walk her back to her vehicle with him holding one arm and me holding the other. With her hand gripping my arm tightly I thought to myself “enjoy it, JustAGuy, ‘cause you’ll never get this close to a girl like this ever again”. I savoured every step along the ice. Augusta and Octavian left and after I threw out the last guest at 3:00am (she was engrossed in cyber-sex over IRC) and the party was over. I retired to my bed and drifted off to sleep reliving the moments where I was actually touching Augusta.

...to be continued...

Any comments?

[dani_the_slave]

I really enjoy reading your stories, especially the one of Augusta. She seems very intriguing and I would very much like to read more.

[JustAGuy]

....chapter three (Augusta) continued from the previous post...

It turned out that the Internet Party did have an impact on my social life. People, especially girls, started to acknowledge my presence in the classroom and I started actually having simple conversations with some of them. Octavian quickly became a close friend with me and my best friend Cole and the three of us started hanging out on a regular basis outside of school. A subset of the original Internet Party group started trying to get together every Friday, to go to a restaurant and then rent B-rated horrors to watch in my parent’s basement. A few times we’d meet at Octavian’s parent’s large house in the city before heading off to eat. Sometimes Augusta was there, passing through the kitchen as we planned the evening. Not being one to stare at girls very much (I had a self-taught philosophy that there was no point in coveting what I could not attain) I actually caught myself staring at her tight black-jean-clad ass as she walked up the stairs near the kitchen and quickly averted my eyes. She was hot, she was smart (as she was already in 1st year university), and she was definitely out of my league.

One evening “The Group” (as we started to call ourselves) was meeting at Octavian’s again before heading off to Pizza Hut for dinner. Augusta happened to be home and while we waited in the front entrance for Octavian to get ready she walked past us heading to the staircase. She paused, turned to us and said “have a good time tonight. Save me a slice of pizza”.

Now fatalists would say that regardless of what transpired these next few moments everything still would have probably played out as it ultimately did. But my little butterfly started flapping its wings, and in an entirely uncharacteristic move on my part, it started a hurricane.

“Why don’t you join us?” I asked nervously. I can no longer remember if I was just being my pleasant self or if I was attempting to flirt with her. The reality is, I can’t flirt and I can’t tell when a girl is flirting with me (which has probably led to a couple of lost opportunities), so I’ll assume I was just being nice. Of course, I was definitely attracted to her and I wanted her to come along, but I knew she’d say “no”.

To my surprise, she got a half-coy, half-puzzled look on her face and said, “Maybe I will”. She asked Octavian if he minded her tagging along and he responded with a “the more, the merrier”. So the six or seven of us that were there headed off in two cars to Pizza Hut.

During the dinner at Pizza Hut I tried my best to engage her in conversation about things like her studies. Instead she seemed more interested in my best friend, Cole, asking him questions and striking up conversations with him. Internally I was devastated but at the same time happy that such a hot girl was interested in my best friend. I decided to no longer waste my time bothering her and went back to my regular obsession with programming.

Augusta must have enjoyed hanging out with The Group as she started coming out on every excursion; to restaurants, theatres, and each other’s houses. Augusta would talk a lot with Cole but at the same time would engage me in conversation showing genuine interest in me. As she flip-flopped between the two of us I was getting mixed messages. Of course, the fact that this petite half-Filipino girl (she was 5’4” to my 6’4”) dressed in tight-fitting pants, spandex tops pulling taught over her 36” C-cup breasts and button-up vests covering her breasts from prying eyes didn’t help matters. I was definitely interested in her and found myself more frequently glancing at her body.

In February of 1996 The Group decided to do something special for Cole’s 18th birthday in March. Living not too far from the United States/Canada border, we decided to take a weekend trip to a nearby American city for shopping and just to get away. Other members of the group couldn’t make it so it was down to Cole, Octavian, Augusta, and me. After one of the many visits to Octavian and Augusta’s place before the trip Cole drove me home (he owned a car and I didn’t at the time). I said to him “Augusta’s quite a girl, isn’t she?”

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“I think she might be interested in you, Cole. You should pursue her,” I told him.

“Nah, she’s not really my type,” he replied. I didn’t say it, but I thought he was being shortsighted. Here was a very attractive and smart girl from a wealthy family showing interest in him and he wasn’t planning on reciprocating. As his best friend I wasn’t going to let him miss an opportunity of a lifetime, so I vowed that I would find out from her if she was interested in him somehow.

And if she wasn’t, I’d ask her out.


... TO BE CONTINUED ....

Things start getting erotic next update! Thank you for your patience.

[Swooper]

I have been fasicanated by your stories. Your a good writer and you are able to get the feelings across that most males are too ashamed to write or even talk about. Keep it up this is a real story from a real human being. Please, write more.:)

[JustAGuy]

....chapter three (Augusta) continued from the previous post...

Our trip to the States came quickly and we soon found ourselves in a hotel; Cole and I sharing one room, Octavian and Augusta sharing the other. I couldn’t get her off my mind the entire trip. At one point, while Cole, Octavian and I were standing outside her room waiting for Augusta to get ready I realized that with my height I would be tall enough to look over the curtain rods of the simple curtain covering the window and see right in. I seriously contemplated peeking in given the chance that Augusta might be in there in some state of undress. My conscience and fear of getting caught quickly overcame my urge to peep so I didn’t, but I kept wondering what I might have seen had I gone through with it.

The night before we returned home we ate at a then-popular Mexican restaurant chain called ChiChi’s. The food was good but something must have been wrong with it as the next day both Cole and I were quite ill, and I was unable to drive during the two and half hour trip back. Riding in the back seat with Augusta she allowed me to rest my head on her shoulder and sleep, which felt wonderful. The following day Cole and I were still too sick to return to school so we both stayed home. Octavian decided that if Cole and I weren’t going then he wasn’t going either and skipped school. I spent the day talking to him and Augusta on the phone (they had multiple extensions in their house and frequently talked to me at the same time).

In the evening there came a point in the conversation when Octavian decided he was going to go get off the phone and do something else (I don’t recall what; probably either to eat or watch television). This left Augusta and me alone on the phone. It was my chance and somehow, a shy, lonely, and desperate 17-year-old me discovered a courage I never knew I had.

“Augusta, can I ask you question?”

“Sure,” she responded.

My throat dropped into my stomach as I forced myself to speak. “Do you like Cole?”

There was a brief silence. My pulse raced.

“Well,” she began. “Let me put it this way: I’d rather go out with you.”

I felt like I was dreaming; that nothing was real. I had never had a girl express any interest in my whatsoever. Despite the fact that my brain was ablaze processing this new information my sarcastic wit found its way to the surface. “It’s a date,” I responded.

She chuckled. “Not so fast. See, I’m not allowed to date anyone until I’m 21 years old”.

I was unbelievably on the ball. “That’s fine. How about we make it sometime after your birthday in 1998?”

Again she chuckled. “If you’re still interested in two and half years then sure, I’ll go out with you”. I was ecstatic. I was using a simple day timer program in Windows 3.1 at the time to track appointments and advanced the calendar to 1998 to make an entry to remind me to ask her out.

Over the next several weeks I spoke more and more frequently with Augusta and Octavian, must to this dismay of Cole, who felt that I was dropping him as a friend to talk to and hang out with the siblings. I ignored or brushed off his complaints as Augusta started having private conversations with me more and more frequently. The more we talked, the more it became obvious that we were both interested in each other.

Then one night while talking to Augusta on the phone the conversation turned emotional. At one point in the conversation, I decided to be honest with her and I told her that the feelings I had for her were the closest one could get to being in love without being in love. It was a big risk and I knew it. She reciprocated and told me that she felt the same way too. I was on cloud nine.

The following day, before I headed out to an exhibition hockey game with my mother and sister, I gave Augusta a call. Once we were sure that no one was eavesdropping I decided to solidify my position.

“Augusta, about what was said last night,” I began. “I just wanted to say that I stand behind what I said and I honestly care about you a lot”.

“I’m sorry, JustAGuy,” she responded. “But I didn’t mean what I said. I shouldn’t have said it. I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry. I have to go,” she said, hanging up.

I am a pacifist, and while I have been bullied and insulted several times in my life I have lived by turning the other cheek and not generally getting angry about things. But her words cut me deeply. If she had said that she wasn’t interested the night before it wouldn’t be so bad; but the fact that she reciprocated and withdrew afterwards killed me. The entire evening, while my mother and sister were enjoying the hockey game, I was stewing in my own anger and self-pity the whole evening. “I deserved that”, I thought to myself. “I shouldn’t have even bothered. I’m destined to be alone”. Ultimately, I wasn’t as angry with her as I was with myself so setting myself up like that.

That night, after everyone had gone to bed, my father’s business line in my house rang. I had an extension in my room and quickly answered it before it awoke anyone. It was Augusta. She was apologizing for the way she acted and reiterated that she was still interested in me. Trying to keep a shred of dignity I started complaining about her two-faced handling of the whole affair. Rather than defend herself or try to blame it on me, she simply asked me a question.

“JustAGuy, how would you hold me?”

“What?”

“How would you hold me? Describe to me how you would hold me”. I was caught completely off guard. I had to think for a second just to process what I was just asked to do.

“Um…what do you mean? I don’t know how to answer that.”

“Imagine that you’re sitting next to me here on the bed. Tell me how you would hold me; how you would touch me.”

“Well I suppose I would hold you against me, wrapping my arms around you. Like a hug, I guess,” I stuttered.

“And then what?”

“And then?” I asked. Suddenly it dawned on me. She was asking me to describe a make-out session. “Well, I guess we’d start kissing”.

“No kissing,” she said.

“Huh?”

“I plan to have my first kiss on my wedding alter.”

“Are you serious? How are you going to get engaged to someone without kissing them?”

“My parents didn’t have their first kiss until their wedding day. I think that’s really romantic and I want the same.”

“Uh…okay…” I said, not knowing where to go from there.

“So continue,” she said. “You just can’t kiss me”.

I continued, expanding the story to me slowly caressing her face, shoulders, neck, and back, stopping always just at her lower back. When I was finished she said that I had done a very good job and bid me goodnight. As I lay there in bed I was more delighted that I was back in the game with Augusta than about her two-faced turnaround of the past day. Little did I realize this incidence of abuse followed by good treatment was part of an emerging pattern to wear down any resistance I might have to her.

[JustAGuy]

....chapter three (Augusta) continued from the previous post...

In the days that followed, my “scenarios” of the two of us together had become required bedtime stories for her, and each night I would whisper a new variation into my phone, each one getting a little further than the last. Within a week my scenarios were ending when her shirt is unbuttoned and dropped to the bed behind her. I don’t know if Augusta ever masturbated while I did this but it was purely for her pleasure. Of course I got enjoyment out of it, but more so from the thrill of doing something so “naughty” as what we were doing; essentially a pre-cursor to phone sex.

Eventually the phone conversations started becoming full-blown fantasies, with me sucking on her bare breasts and caressing her nude body. Either she asked, or I volunteered all my sexual details; my fetishes, dreams, goals, etc. I even risked confessing to her about my cousin July and the truth or dare games we played three years previous. I expected her to cease the relationship at that point in disgust. Instead, she said that it was perfectly natural for family members (especially cousins) to sometimes experiment like that and that I shouldn’t be ashamed. For the first time in three years I didn’t feel guilty about July. Absolution was also another powerful tool of Augusta's, and she knew how to use it.

By 1996 I had been using the internet long enough to know that there was a lot of pornographic material available for free (regulations regarding porn didn’t come into heavy effect until a few years later). Very cautiously I had collected four or five pictures of topless women, some of them with pubic hair showing (I discovered early on that I didn’t have a stomach for hard-core porn, or even detailed photos of genitalia). Once it became apparent that Augusta and I were becoming involved I told her that I didn’t need pictures anymore as she was the only woman I needed and that I offered to delete them completely from the few diskettes I kept hidden in my desk. To my surprise, she told me not to and encouraged me to collect more. She apparently liked men with a healthy interest in women. Her “green-lighting” of what had been up to that point a minor curiosity turned it into full-blown obsession. Within a few months I had downloaded over 200 pictures (over a 14.4K modem, remember) and had written an computer program that acted as a primitive database to categorize all the pictures based on what the picture portrayed, what was visible, the ethnicity of the girl(s), etc. When I showed her the program she told me she was really impressed. It would be the only time she ever showed but a passing interest in my work and commented positively on it.

As the phone fantasies became more intense, we both decided we needed to get together and explore these feelings further, and I had a plan. My sister was heavy into sports and she and my parents often went out-of-town for games, leaving me alone for hours. Augusta told me she wanted to watch a dirty movie with me and decided to rent Showgirls. As a cover story, I told my parents that Augusta was interested in learning how to program and I was tutoring her.

After a while the perfect evening arose and Augusta drove out to my parents place. We went downstairs to the computer until my parents left. She wore green stretch pants that looked painted on, and a green sweater that made her breasts stick through like two large orbs on her chest. Once we were certain the coast was clear we snuck upstairs, put the tape in the VCR and laid down on the couch, me behind her, to watch the movie.

This was the first time in my life that a girl’s body had been pressed up against mine, and the smell she gave off was slightly fruity (as I would later learn that was her natural body smell; not a perfume). The movie contained a lot of nudity (as we both had hoped) and it wasn’t long before I was aroused and my erect cock was pressed up against her ass. I confessed to being hard and she simply smiled and said “I know”.

Despite the sexual tension of the evening, Augusta’s rules were clear; there was to be no sexual contact and no kissing. That being said, she wanted to feel me lying against her in every possible way and we abandoned a movie full of nudity to move from couch to floor, lying against each other and seeing what our bodies felt like pressed up against one another. We moved to my bedroom, where my bed consisted of a mattress on the floor and proceed to slide onto the floor from the bed with me lying on top of her.

We went down to the basement and sat on the couches there, holding each other and caressing each other. As I sat on the couch and looked up at her standing before me I asked her if I could touch her breasts. She agreed and I reached up to the gorgeous orbs that had tempted me for so long. She grabbed my hand and stopped me, saying “no” coyly. Before I could protest she used her other hand to lift up her sweater and place my hand underneath. She made some sort of comment about why I shouldn't only go half way, and told me to feel under her bra. I slid my hand under her bra and cupped her breast, feeling her erect nipple against my fingers. I was in heaven.

She left shortly after my parents returned home. Par for the course, I claimed that I might have been running a slight fever (to explain why my face and ears were flush) and hoped that they couldn’t smell her fruity pheromones which engulfed me like a mist long after she left. An in-joke started between us that while her cover story was to come over and learn C++ from me, the real "C++" was her two C-cup breasts and the two pluses being her nipples.

The mutual enjoyment of the caressing led to several more occurrences. Sometimes she drove out to my parents’ house; other times I picked her up and drove her home. Her rules were strict though; no nudity, no kissing, and nothing in public.

After one night of caressing I was driving her home and she decided to kick it up a notch. Telling me to pull off the main road onto a dark rural road, I turned off the car and she moved from the passenger’s seat to straddling me on the driver’s seat. She decided she wanted to jerk me off and told me to expose my cock. I did so and she grabbed it roughly and started sliding her hands up and down my shaft. I had never experienced anything like that since July’s contest three years previous. I asked if I could see her breasts in return and she hoisted up her shirt, exposing her bra-clad breasts in the silver moonlight shining through the car windows. The effect of her manual stimulation plus the sight of her breasts was causing my cock to throb in a way that I recognized from the few wet dreams I had endured before. Since I had made up my made to not have a waking ejaculation until I had sex (which I hadn’t planned to do until marriage) I said breathlessly “Augusta, please stop. You’re going to make me ejaculate”.

Augusta got a wicked look on her face. “Then you are going to ejaculate!” she gleefully proclaimed. However I did not cease my protestations and she eventually relented before I came. She moved back to her seat, I restarted the car and turned the vents on full to clear the fogged windows and continued on the route to return her home.

As her visits became more frequent, Augusta started becoming more daring. I was still not permitted to see her nude or kiss her lips, but I could now kiss her neck, which seemed to drive her wild during our caressing sessions. She confessed to having a fantasy she wanted to try with me and a few times on the drive home I would pull over and she would remove my cock from my pants and start sucking on it. I knew what a blowjob was, technically, but had never experienced a feeling quite like it. The reality was I found it a little uncomfortable and it didn’t do much for me. Until one night, however, when she seemed to get herself into a rhythm that started my cock throbbing again. I warned her that I was nearing ejaculation and that she should stop, but she ignored my protests and continued.

What happened next was amazing. From deep within me an eruption occurred. It was such a strange sensation, similar to urinating but with massive fireworks going off inside my mind. Just as surprised as I was, Augusta pulled her head from my cock while I was still ejaculating and cum was sprayed into her face and long black hair. As the climax subsided I suddenly found myself unable to stop from laughing, almost giggling. She seemed quite offended by it but I explained through the laughter that I was experiencing some sort of euphoria. She cleaned herself up and I dropped her off at home, where she said she was going to quickly take a shower before anyone noticed the odour. I was upset that she hadn’t obeyed my wishes regarding my first ejaculation, but I was fascinated by the feelings it awoke inside me. My fear of those feelings, however, prevented me from experiencing a waking orgasm again for several months. As a side note, it was also the last time Augusta would ever perform oral sex on me.

... TO BE CONTINUED ....

How far do we go? How enslaved do I become? Stay tuned to find out!

[steve.tarr]

i am really enjoying it and can't wait to here what happens.

[JustAGuy]

....chapter three (Augusta) continued from the previous post...

It was later revealed to me that Augusta didn’t like Cole very much and she got quite angry about the entire birthday event to me over the phone. She strongly suggested that her planned surprise was in fact for the two of us to undress each other from our fancy dress clothes and see each other nude (as she had a fantasy of undressing me out of a suit) but now it wasn’t going to happen. I was upset about missing out on an opportunity like that, and upset at my best friend for ruining the evening. In retrospect, it was the start of Augusta's poisoning of all my relationships to ensure that I was always available to be at her beck and call. At the time I was too naïve, trusting, and overjoyed with having a sexy Asian girl interested in me to notice what was happening.

A few more months of sneaking around for naughty encounters found us at my house one sunny afternoon stretched out on my bed. By this time she had known about some of my darker humiliation fantasies and had brought an extra pair of panties to make me wear. They were green and silky and as I slid them over myself I got rock hard while she giggled. She asked me if I wanted to try ejaculating again and with great trepidation I agreed. Spooning me from behind, she took my cock in her tiny hand and started stroking it. Once I started throbbing she stopped and told me to finish myself off. I did as I was told and exploded all over my stomach. That was the first time I masturbated.

One day in my parent's basement she decided she wanted to see my cock (she claimed all the other times I had exposed it to her was at night and any other times she kept her eyes shut or averted) and in return I was finally allowed to see her breasts. I exposed myself first, with her whispering in exclamation that I was much bigger than I seemed (I now know that I have an average, if not a bit below average, cock size). She lifted her shirt and allowed me to pull the blue lacey bra up and over her breasts. I had seen Octavian topless a couple of times during my time spent with him and he had pink nipples, just like mine. His sister, however, had nipples the colour of chocolate, an inheritance from her Filipina mother. I greedily and hornily started sucking on them the moment I saw them. I still wasn’t allowed to see her ass or pussy but I was getting closer and I knew my obedience and patience would pay off. At that point in my life I hadn’t gotten over my child-like disgust regarding genitalia so I was far more interested in seeing her ass than anything else.

After a few more incidents I became more comfortable with masturbation. Once I was, Augusta imposed new rules requiring me to beg for permission to masturbate. Most of the time it was over the phone and since she knew about my massive archive of images she would instruct me what type of photo I was allowed to masturbate to. My newly-discovered sexual identity was rapidly being shaped to fit Augusta’s desires and my orgasms were quickly reduced to sources of amusement for her and humiliation for me.

Along the lines of truth or dare, she would often place contests on me regarding masturbation. I had to come in so many seconds or there would be a penalty. Most of the penalties involved me having to lie down and cum all over myself while I begged to see and then suck on her tits. The only time, in fact, that I actually won a contest was one where she laid down and let me straddle her face. She said that I had twenty seconds to cum and if I did she’d take it in the mouth. She opened her mouth wide just below my cock and I started jerking off. Despite the fact that it generally takes me close to a minute to achieve orgasm at the best of times, I came in just on the wire and Augusta found herself with a mouthful (and face covered) in my seed. She closed her mouth and bubbled some of it up through her lips. She was completely humiliated and for the first time after months of being her bitch I felt like she was getting what she deserved. Suffice it to say she never allowed that situation to arise again.

Now that she had seen my cock, she decided to up the risk of the encounters. Parking out in the farmer’s fields of the community I lived in, she would strip to her panties and straddle my bare cock. She would then dry hump my cock through her panties to get herself off. These sessions could last anywhere from 15 to 45 minutes during which time I was not permitted to cum. She would rub my cock raw until she had received her fill or until the pain and discomfort caused me to lose my erection. If I was lucky I would be allowed to jerk off afterwards, but not often. Several times I found myself driving or being driven home frustrated while she smugly smiled at me. I didn’t dare question it, because again I was a lonely guy with self esteem issues and she was an attractive half-Asian with magical breasts. To further break my will down she would tell me horror stories of guys getting girls pregnant through their underwear, and telling me that if she were to get pregnant her parents would send her away and I would never see her or my child. Every time her period came late she would phone me panicky and crying that perhaps some of my pre-cum had managed to traverse her panties, enter her virgin pussy, get through the hymen and impregnate her. Once again she played my naïveté of human sexuality by making me a bundle of nerves until I would invariably get the phone call to tell me her period arrived.

In the summer of 1997 The Group (Cole, Octavian, Augusta, and I) decided to take a road trip to an amusement park in the United States about eight hours from where we lived. Cole booked a hotel over the phone, requesting two rooms (one for me and him, one for Octavian and Augusta). During the drive out, Augusta and I sat in the back of the car and wrote naughty notes to each other. My notes consisted largely of statements of adoration; her notes had a very condescending tone regarding my feelings.

When we arrived at our hotel we were informed that Cole’s reservation didn’t exist. After Cole chewed out the front desk man the hotel agreed to provide us with one top-class room in the hotel and two rooms in a crumby motel down the street. Somehow, Augusta and I managed to suggest that Cole and Octavian could take the nice room and we would each take a room at the crumby motel. To my surprise they agreed and we were dropped off. Unbelievably, I once again found myself in the most unlikely of situations. I have no doubt that there is a God, and that He has a pretty warped sense of humour.

Once we were certain that Cole and Octavian had returned to their hotel Augusta came and joined me in my room. We talked about it and decided that this was the perfect opportunity to spend a night sleeping in each other’s arms (as many of my bedtime fantasies over the phone with her entailed). Augusta also wanted to try bathing romantically with me, so she lit some candles and drew a bubble bath. I got in the tub and she behind me (wearing her panties, of course, lest I catch a glimpse of her hidden treasures). Unfortunately, at my height I practically filled the entire tub and she uncomfortably squeezed behind me. Once we realized we weren’t both going to fit well we gave up on the romantic bath. Instead, Augusta forced me to humiliate myself by phoning down to the front desk and ordering an adult movie for the television in my room. Naturally I couldn’t get the video to come up on the screen, requiring the creepy old clerk to come into the room and adjust the set for us. I was completely embarrassed. Augusta laughed at me.

The video consisted of clips of various nude women walking through fields, wandering their houses, etc. to new-age music and it got pretty boring, fast. To reward me for my troubles, Augusta decided to give me a gift; I would be allowed to see her ass. There was a catch, however. I had to chase her down in the dark, catch her, and expose her ass. I would not be allowed to see it with the lights on.

I gladly turned off the lights. The streetlights and the moonlight outside was enough to give everything in the room a silvery glow, including the panties she was wearing. The pursuit was short-lived. The room wasn’t very big and we weren’t going to make much noise in case we got in any trouble. I caught her and pulled her to the ground. As she lay there face down, awaiting the unveiling I took a moment to admire her panty-clad ass, then slowly pulled her panties down exposing her bare ass in the pale light. I immediately started kissing and nibbling on it.

I spent the rest of the evening greedily taking peeks at her ass and watching myself fondle it. Just after midnight we started talking more about spending the night in the same bed. We both arrived at the conclusion that it wasn’t right to do that outside of marriage and she returned to her room. The rest of the trip, while fun with The Group, was largely uneventful with Augusta but I didn’t care. I now had ass privileges.


... TO BE CONTINUED ....


My humiliation here is nothing compared to what is to come. Stay tuned and keep those comments coming! I like to know my work is appreciated.

[2doctor]

good story can u tell me how many chapters tere will be till it ends

[JustAGuy]

I have no idea. Augusta is the longest chapter by far, and I've got one or two others I could write after it. Of course, since this is autobiographical and I'm still living my life, new chapters are writing themselves every day.

[molten man]

lovely story. please continue

[flame]

This is my favourite story on the forum so far, please keep it going!!!

[molten man]

what happend to justaguy. is he around??

[JustAGuy]

I am, however my two jobs were keeping me rather busy this past week. I plan to release another portion of the Augusta chapter within the next few days.

Thanks to all for the words of encouragement!

[molten man]

sure man.. just keep it coming!!

[JustAGuy]

....chapter three (Augusta) continued from the previous post...

A few times Augusta got me to accompany her to the University during the summer. It was under the guise of me helping her with her summer session class assignments, but in reality she just wanted to fool around. We would find an empty classroom and make out, fondling each other. If we had the presence of mind to bring tissues with us (she always did), then I would be allowed to cum in public while she flashed her tits or ass. One day at the University she wanted me to start feeling up her pussy (without looking) and I ran my long arm up her skirt and down the front of her panties. I had never touched a pussy before and the warmth and moistness, as well as the softness of her pubic hair were very new sensations (I now know that she was really wet at the time). I was familiar with the existence of cunnilingus and decided to taste my fingers afterwards to see what the big deal was. She grimaced as she watched me place my wet fingers into my mouth, expecting me to be disgusted.

I was quite surprised to discover that the flavor of her pussy juice was sweet, almost fruity (I now understand why they call it a “honey pot”). It wasn’t long before I was willingly licking her pussy (with my eyes closed, of course). Naturally, my favourite position was lying down with her sitting on my face. We would park out in the farmers fields, I would recline the seat and she would straddle me in her skirt, pulling her silk panties aside to give my tongue access. If I did a good job, she would jerk me off at the same time. While clumsy at first, I eventually got very good at pleasing Augusta with my tongue. I began to crave the taste of her pussy on a regular basis.

By 1998, things escalated. Augusta had decided to finally reveal that she did love me (as much as she hated it), and wanted me to finally see her pubic hair (but not, of course, her pussy). She picked a day when no one was at her house and got me to come over. It was a hot summer’s day and she stretched out on the carpet in her panties. I asked her how she wanted me to unveil her and she told me to be rough about it. I’m not a rough person by nature (I’m a pacifist) so I made some awkward tough-sounding statements, and pulled her panties down as fast as I could.

By this time in my life, I had seen a lot of pictures of nude women on the Internet, and my personal archive database was nearing 2000 images, but seeing her pubic hair for the first time was magical. It was very long, soft and straight; definitely from her Asian heritage. It was thick enough that I couldn’t see her pussy lips through it and she seemed content with keeping her legs closed when I was around her naked.

My attempts to “be tough” during the removal of her panties disappointed her, and I started to realize that I was probably destined to be a submissive personality always. Little did I know how right I was.

After I could look at her pubic hair our little games got more risqué. I would have to strip naked and she would lay me down on the carpet of her living room or the linoleum of her kitchen and taunt me with her gorgeous breasts while jerking me off. Sometimes she would threaten me with a facesitting if I didn't cum and I would end up with her wet pussy on my face while she worked my shaft. She would say in a very condescending voice “cum for me…you know you want to”, and I would try to hold on as much as possible. Ultimately however, she would prevail and I’d soon find my stomach and chest covered in my own cum. She’d giggle then bound away to clean herself up. A couple of times, if she got cum on her hands she would force me to lick it off, just for the humiliation. The real risk came from the fact that Octavian and her parents came and went without warning. Many, many times we’d be lying naked on the floor, or me covered in cum, when we’d hear the sound of the garage door opening. This would force us to scramble to get our clothes and dash to separate bathrooms. Nobody ever seemed to ask why each time they came home I was in the bathroom. Eventually we got smart and stripped out of our clothes and left them in the bathrooms so it wasn’t so rushed.

Despite all the nudity and orgasms, things weren’t going so well. When we first met Augusta was incredibly nice to me, treating me to lunches and dinners when I was a high school student with no job and no money, helping me look for work, etc. When we started secretly dating however, things started to change. It was very calculated and imperceptible and started off with her getting extremely mad at me for a very poor reason, refusing to talk to me at all through the day, then phoning me late at night to apologize. Then she was fine for a month. Then she’d get mad again. I didn’t realize it at first, but the frequency of her being angry at me was increasing. At first it was only once a month, then once every few weeks, then once a week, then several times a week, then daily. By 1999, when I would phone her I’d have no idea what mood she’d be in or if I was in trouble. Most of the time she was just angry at me because she could be; not because of any transgression on my part. She would always apologize afterwards and claim stresses of school life and living with her very controlling parents.

All this had the effect of being an emotional rollercoaster for me and I spent much of my time worried about whether or not she was breaking up with me, only to be relieved when she’d phone and apologize. One time I told her that our ducking out of group events for hours at a time to fool around (under the guise of “renting a movie for the group to watch”) was not going unnoticed by The Group and several comments were made about us being a couple (and a suspicious and angry Cole was fueling the fire in The Group). She got so furious about people thinking of us as a couple that she wrote me a note essentially telling me to shove off and have a good life because she was through with me. She stormed away from me and I couldn’t chase her because I had to get to a job I was working at the time. During the entire drive to work I was reduced to tears over the loss of the relationship, only to have an email waiting for me at work with her apologizing. The constant tearing down and rebuilding of my ego had an impact in my University education (which I had started in 1996) and my grades suffered as I spent too much studying time trying to calm her down, reason with her, or worry about our future. Eventually I became mostly numb to her mood swings which simply set the stage for further submission to her insanity.

To top it all off, since she refused to publicly date me, every time we were out together in public I was not allowed to hold her hand or make it look like we were a couple in any way. She was paranoid that people who knew her or her parents were watching her at all times and would report the second she was with a boy in a romantic context. I was very frustrated, but I constantly told myself that things would get better if I only persevered. I was a fool.

... TO BE CONTINUED ....

[molten man]

is der another chapter after this??

[JustAGuy]

It depends on what you mean by "this". The Augusta chapter is the longest (which I've stated previously) as it spanned almost seven years of my life. There is more to come for that chapter.

After that, I've got another chapter or two left in me, but then we'll be at the present (remember, this is my life I'm writing about, not fiction).

[hotnpimpin]

when are u going to write more

[molten man]

It depends on what you mean by "this". The Augusta chapter is the longest (which I've stated previously) as it spanned almost seven years of my life. There is more to come for that chapter.

After that, I've got another chapter or two left in me, but then we'll be at the present (remember, this is my life I'm writing about, not fiction).


i thot u were done wid dis chapter!! nyways plz continue!!

[Looking4somename]

I have been reading this story for quite some time now, and I must say it his the best I've seen in this website.
Keep up the good work and update more frequently if possible. I have been curious about how it all ends since the day u posted the first part of Augusta.

[Fiendish]

This is a great story... one of three I'm very much interested in reading more of.

I am waiting for more, but no rush... quality :)

[JustAGuy]

Sorry for the delay everyone. Thank you for your patience.

...chapter three (Augusta) continued from previous post...

In 1999, Augusta’s family decided to take a month-long trip to the Philippines. I had been hanging around with Augusta and Octavian for almost three years now and as I was considered practically family I was invited to come along. I saved up all my money from the part-time summer job I was working and my mother agreed to pay for my flight.

Before we went on the trip, Augusta made it clear that there were to be no romantic encounters at all, lest any of her family discover us. I begrudgingly agreed. In return, I told her that I wanted us to start dating publicly, as we had been a secret couple since 1996. She told me that I’d have to ask her parents for permission (as I was to later discover, her parents ultimately ruled her entire life). I assume she figured that I would be too chicken to do it and that she wouldn’t have to pay up.

The trip was amazing and I saw many sights and had many experiences that the average North American tourist wouldn’t have had. However, as this isn’t a story of my trip I won’t go into detail. Suffice to say that Augusta kept good on her word of there being no hanky-panky, and every time I found myself in a hotel shower I would masturbate just to relieve the tension of seeing her 24/7 but not being able to do anything.

There was one exception, however. While we were on an overnight commuter boat between islands we found ourselves alone in one of the more private cabins. Octavian was visiting with his parents in their cabin, and Augusta had feigned fatigue and was reclining on one of the bunk-bed like cots in the room. Despite knowing that anyone could walk in at any minute, Augusta exposed her breasts to me and I went rock hard. Allowing me to fondle and suck them I quickly got her to slide down her shorts and panties, allowing me to see her thick pubic hair and fondle her pussy between her shapely legs (I believe I was allowed to take a few delicious licks of her sweet juices). She in turn stroked my cock. She was soaking wet and moaning quietly and I was ready to burst. I begged and pleaded for her to allow me to cum but she decided the odour would be too noticeable in such a tiny space and forbid me from finishing myself off. She covered herself up again with her clothes and I sulked on the cot on the other side of the room. I couldn’t wait for the next hotel shower.

The rest of the trip had no other erotic encounters with Augusta, but it did feature many, many instances where she lost her temper over something (generally nothing) and was in a foul mood frequently. Despite all this, I did manage to work up the courage to ask her parents for permission to formally date her. They agreed with big grins on their faces. When we reached a resort on a lovely island we were staying at, Augusta was in one of her trademark foul moods. I hoped that it would cheer her up to learn that I had asked her parents and they said “yes”, and proceeded to tell her. It wasn’t enough to change her mood and she angrily told me she didn’t want to date me. I sucked it up and waited until her mood got better, at which time, she did agree to start dating after the vacation.

About a month after we returned to Canada, Octavian, Augusta and I were driving back to their place after eating at a restaurant. Augusta chose that occasion to ask Octavian if he had any problems with the two of us dating (despite the fact that most of our family and friends must have figured out that something was up). He said that whatever we did was between us and he didn’t care. Thus, in the fall of 1999, three years after Augusta and I started “dating” and I officially had my first girlfriend.

At this point I assumed we would be happy, as the stress of hiding the relationship was over. Cole didn’t take the news too well, but his constant questioning of our relationship stopped happening. Things seemed to be looking up, especially since we could now go out as a couple and would be given privacy. For the next year, every chance we got we would steal away somewhere private for a little fun. Frequently she would wear crotchless fishnet body suits under her long dresses and silk panties, sliding them off and mounting my face in the car while I hungrily ate her out. She in turn would jerk me off while riding my face or allow me to masturbate afterwards while she verbally teased me or taunted me with her gorgeous tits. Her mood swings never abated, but for the most part, life was good.

By summer 2000 I had decided to up the relationship another notch. Augusta seemed to be convinced that I was completely out of her league and that I would ultimately give up on the relationship. Interestingly, at the same time she would guilt me with sob stories about how even though we were both virgins, since I had seen her naked (though I still hadn’t seen her pussy yet) she was used goods and I had basically ruined her chances to ever have relationships with any other guys. The challenge that I would leave her and the guilt that I had ruined her life changed drove me to prover her wrong. She had told me that her parents would never allow her to marry someone who wasn’t Catholic, so I joined a Catholic church and started attending mass regularly with her. She also didn’t think I’d be able to afford to get a nice enough ring. Going with her brother to a jeweler who was friends with their family, I was given an incredible deal on an engagement ring with a huge rock in. I still spent way more money than I could afford on it, but only paid a 9th of what it was ultimately appraised at.

Proposing to her between our birthdays at a fancy restaurant, the first thing she said when she saw the ring was “that’s not real”! After getting over the shock of the incredible ring I got for her she finally said “yes” and agreed to marry me. I was the happiest guy on earth, and had just made the biggest mistake of my life.


TO BE CONTINUED

Next time: things get really erotic and incredibly stressful!

[Fiendish]

Incredible story, and you know right when to cut out to make me keep checking... keep up the good work

[Swooper]

I love your stories. They are from the heart and you ride every moment. You can feel the emotions that your feeling, can't wait for the next part.

[molten man]

your stories are the best on the getdare forum.. kepp them coming!!

[panthe02]

Amazing Stories!

Usually I get bored with ones so long but Augusta has kept me reading, PLEASE post more!

[JustAGuy]

A big update for all the fans of the Augusta story...but it's not over yet!

...chapter three (Augusta) continued from previous post...

When I first met Augusta and Octavian, their maternal grandparents lived with their family. Despite the old-world values of their parents, they didn’t care much for having their grandparents live with them, especially when it restricted their activities, who could visit, etc. It must have taken a toll on their parents too because their parents ended up buying their grandparents a house in the city to live in (about 4km away) and paid the mortgage and bills. It was a nice little three-room bungalow on a quiet street.

In the fall of 2000 (shortly after I had gotten engaged to Augusta), the grandparents decided that they no longer wanted to stay in our city and wanted to go back to the Philippines. This left Augusta's family with a vacant house. After some discussion it was decided that Augusta would live there on her own to give her a taste of living single and to watch and maintain the house. Augusta accepted and Octavian and I helped her move in. Her grandparents (and one uncle) had left the house in a mess, and we moved their beds (consisting of mattresses on the floor) to the finished basement. Her grandfather smoked some very smelly cigarettes and the whole house reeked of them. We went to work scrubbing down every surface and putting air fresheners in to eliminate the stench. Eventually we got the place livable, and after a few weeks even the cigarette smell was barely noticable.

Now that Augusta was, for all intents and purposes, in her own house, I could visit her any time and we could do whatever we wanted without having to worry about anyone busting in. I spent many evenings begging to suck on her gorgeous brown nipples as her tits swayed just inches from my face or lying on my back while she straddled my face with her back to me, threatening to grind her pussy into my face if I didn’t cum for her amusement fast enough. Suffice it to say, I had several views of her sweet, round ass while I pleasured her with my tongue.

A few times I was allowed to be more dominant in our sexplay. One of my fondest memories was getting her stripped down to her panties (a pair of thongs with a mesh front - and thus see-through) and kneeling legs spread on the couch. I would then take off her panties and make her pull them over her face like a mask, ensuring that the crotch was right over her nose for her to smell her own scent. She would then have to beg for me to cum on her and I would proceed to cum on her ass. They were very rare instances and she didn't like being the recipient of such base humiliation, but I cherish the few times when I wasn’t the submissive.

Augusta had begun to rely on me a lot for transportation as she didn’t have a car of her own (and she considered the city’s transit system to be beneath someone of her social level). Many times I would be called to drive in through our heavy snowfalls and take her to work a part-time job at a jewelry store (the same one I got the ring from). I dutifully stayed at her beck and call in the hopes that I would be rewarded for it. The reality was quite the opposite.

On December 14th, 2000, I wrote my last university exam for my degree. Afterwards I drove to Augusta’s and she made me a dinner of chicken fingers. I was happy that university was over for me and was starting to feel to school-related stress of the past four years quickly lifting off my shoulders. After dinner I lied down on the couch and fell asleep (something very uncharacteristic of me), and when I awoke my stomach was aching and I felt feverish. Even though the evening was still young I told her I was going home to get some rest as I was clearly sick. She reminded me that I had to get up in the morning and drive her to work. I told her I’d be there and I left. The second I got home, I rushed to the bathroom and vomited.

I’ve always assumed that the sickness was due to the release of stress, though in retrospect I wouldn't have put it past her to have poisoned me. Whatever the cause, it was the sickest I had been in my life, and waking up with a cramping stomach in the middle of the night I literally passed out on the toilet. I was holding a bucket to vomit into and dropped it when I fainted, waking my parents. My next memories were of my father lighting slapping my cheeks to wake me while I sat there on the toilet. As humiliating a situation as it was, I was too sick to be embarrassed.

The following morning I wasn’t doing any better. To top it off, there had been a blizzard the previous night and the roads were treacherous going into the city. I got my parents to bring me the cordless phone and I dialed Augusta. I explained to her that I was really sick and told her of the previous night’s events. She wasn’t sympathetic.

“You are still coming to pick me up, right?” she demanded to know.

“I can’t,” I replied. “I’m too sick. Do you want me to send my father to go and pick you up?”

“No! You’re unreliable! I’ll just take the bus,” she said angrily, hanging up. I knew that I was in trouble for failing to obey her, and that despite the previous years of constantly giving her a ride whenever she needed it (even if it was out of my way), she considered me unreliable. Despite my awareness of fetish sexuality, I didn’t notice the similarities between her and me and a mistress with her slave. I suppose that’s just how enslaved I was.

...TO BE CONTINUED...

[JustAGuy]

...chapter three (Augusta) continued from previous post...

January of 2001 brought some changes for both of us. Out of school, I now had a full-time job and technically “had” my own car (my mother had bought a new car and let me use her old one as my own). Augusta had gone back to university (after a year-and-a-half hiatus) and wanted me to drive her to class on my way to work. I had a special knock (she wouldn’t answer the door otherwise), and the first few times she would open the door a crack and peek around it, obviously naked (or at least topless), to ensure that it was me and that I was alone. She’d then tell me to count to five and would close the door, giving her enough time to retreat to a more secluded area of the house before I entered.

The first few times worked out really well. I’d show up and she had already showered. She’d make herself a breakfast, eat, grab her books, and I’d drive her to the university before going to my job. After a while, she gave me my own key so that I could enter the house without her having to come to the door. A few days later, she had instructed me on how to make her breakfast the way she liked it. I had now become a domestic servant, showing up in the morning to wake her and prepare her meal while she got ready for the day, following by my chauffeuring of her.

It wasn’t all bad, however. She slept only in panties so many times I got to see her half naked when I came in to wake her up. If she was in a good mood, she would leave the shower without toweling off and walk to her dressing room while I stared hungrily at her very wet and very naked body. Many times I would kiss her wet ass while she applied basic makeup and combed her long black hair. True, I was a servant, but the perks were to die for.

All this went smoothly the first couple of weeks. I began to notice, however, that she started talking frequently about a professor in one of her classes. Paul (she was on a first-name basis with him) was working on his doctorate and was only a few years older than she was. He seemed to take a liking to Augusta and spent a lot of time after class talking to her. I make a point of suggesting that he was flirting with her (after all, the only reason a man talks to a woman is if he’s flirting with her…or he’s gay). She thought that the notion was unlikely.

Despite her scepticism, Augusta seemed to start flirting back. She began waking up later each morning, and taking longer to get dressed and do her hair. It got to the point that she started getting re-dressed up to five times in a morning before leaving the house. Her explanation was that her public appearance was very important to her, and she had to go out looking her best and couldn’t be seen in the same outfit twice. Luckily, my job had flex-time, so as I stood there waiting for her to change her outfit over and over I wasn’t getting into trouble for being almost an hour late for work.

Augusta had papers to write, and while she wrote the first few, she always wanted me to edit them. I happily obliged as she had always presented herself as an intellectual striving for the best and I wished to support her. Over time the emphasis on me helping her became so great that I was reduced to pretty much writing entire papers for her. One of the first few papers that I had a major supporting role in came back with a B+ from Paul, with a lengthy note at the end detailing what he thought of the paper. The first line was “I was thinking about you while I read this”. I immediately recognized it as blatant flirting and cried foul. Octavian and his new girlfriend Sharon both read the comments and agreed with my assessment. Augusta coyly acted shocked over such a revelation, but deep down I knew that she was aware of his flirtation and by her morning actions, was reciprocating.

After that comment incident, it got worse. Augusta started taking even longer to get ready, and when I started to question her true motivations for dressing extra sultry for one university class (especially when the fishnet stockings she had bought for us to enjoy were put on) she dropped her earlier pretense and admitted to dressing to impress Paul. However, she told me, she wasn’t truly interested in him, but wanted to ally herself with someone who was going to be a professor in her field and who might sponsor her when she goes for her doctorate. I begrudgingly accepted her explanation but remained incredibly suspicious.

In February, Augusta’s parents decided to travel again to the Philippines to take care of some family business. With them gone, Augusta got her first real taste of not being in their shadow. Our evenings became a lot more private without her mother phoning to chat with her and we’d often lie together nude watching movies or talking. When a vehicle ran a red light and I plowed into it totaling my mother’s car, Augusta was supportive and bought me pizza to make me feel better. At this time, six months before the wedding, I warned her that I was unsure if I would be ready for sex on our wedding night and that it might be some time after our wedding before I'd be comfortable enough to even try it. She was very sweet and told me that it didn't matter as long as we were together. It was the calm before the storm.

In March, it was time for Augusta to write her midterms. She seemed to have trouble studying, as she always wanted me around her, and then said she couldn’t study with me present. I tried to help her study but I didn’t understand the field she was going into so aside from fill-in-the-blank-style questions I couldn’t tell her if she was right or wrong about something. By now I had been doing most of her papers and while I was a C/B student in her field (under her name), I hadn’t a clue where she was at in it. She had an evening midterm and I drove her to the university and returned to her place. Her parents were due back from the Philippines the following day and I set about straightening up her place, like a good domestic servant. While I was washing the dishes and thinking about how good life was the phone rang. It was Augusta’s mom.

“Hello, JustAGuy,” she said. “Is Augusta there?”

“No, she’s writing a midterm exam right now. We’re going to be picking you up from the airport tomorrow, right?”

“Actually, there’s been a change of plans. We’ve caught an earlier flight and will be arriving tonight at midnight.”

“Oh…um…OK…I guess we’ll see you at midnight, then.”

“One more thing, JustAGuy,” she said. “My parents are coming back with us, and they want the house back the way it was when they left.” She ended the conversation shortly afterwards.

I was stunned. By this time it was almost seven o’clock at night, and I basically had five hours to get Augusta moved out of that house and back into her parent’s house. I quickly got back on the phone and called Octavian and explained the situation. He brought his SUV over and started helping me pack Augusta’s stuff up.

When it came time to go and pick up Augusta, I took Octavian’s SUV and met her at the university while he continued to pack. Confused as to what I was doing in her brother's truck, I explained the situation on the drive home. She was not happy at all with the incredibly short notice. Unable to properly pack, we pulled out large plastic bags and simply dumped Augusta’s clothes and belongings into them, transferring them to her parent’s house. We left some pieces of large furniture that we simply couldn’t move, and dragged her grandparent’s beds upstairs and back into the rooms in which we found them.

We picked up Augusta and Octavian’s parents and grandparents at the airport and got them to their respective dwellings. Augusta didn’t have a bedroom ready for her at her parent's house so her futon was set up in her parent’s seldom-used sitting room. She was pretty good natured about most of it, but I knew that her emotions were too volatile for them to stay that way for long.

Within two days Augusta was angry at me again for something completely not my fault (I can no longer recall what it was, exactly). Whispering angrily at me in her parent’s sitting room (so her parents couldn’t hear us) she complained that I was an unsuitable mate, took off her engagement ring, and tossed it on the floor in front of me. Had I been smart, I would have said “Fine. The wedding’s off” and left, but I talked her down out of her rage and put the ring back on her finger. She told me that the stress of going to school, planning a wedding, and having the house taken away from her without notice was getting to her. I, blinded in my love for her, bought it hook, link, and sinker.

Two weeks later, Augusta’s grandparents decided that our city was in fact, too boring to stay in and decided to move permanently with their other children in another city. As ludicrous as it seemed, Augusta now had the house again. All the things that we stuffed into plastic bags hadn’t even been unpacked at her parent’s house, so we simply loaded it all up and brought it back to the bungalow. Her grandfather had constantly smoked in the house during their short stay and once again it reeked and required a lot of cleaning to eliminate the odour. We moved their mattresses downstairs and brought her futon back into her room.

I hoped that having the house back would improve the situation for Augusta (and for me, by proxy). I was completely wrong this time, and would soon discover that the nice girl named Augusta I met back in 1995 was gone, and in her place was a dark and evil demon. Things were about to get much worse than they had ever been.

...TO BE CONTINUED...

I hope everyone is enjoying my re-telling of this story. Believe you me it wasn't all that enjoyable to live it!

Coming up Next...the wedding plans, cold feet, the flirtatious professor Paul, and a new threat!

[Looking4somename]

It's been too long without another part.
I love the story, and I'm checking it for updates every day.
Please continue.
And on the same note, do try to finish Augusta and continue to other women you've known. I've been waiting for 2 months (geez.. it is a long time, now that I check it) to see how it ends, and I must say I am curios.

[Looking4somename]

Dude, are you still alive?
It's been 3 weeks without an update.

I am still looking forward to see how it all ends and check the story frequently. Please don't abandon it.

[molten man]

As usual Exceeds Expexctation JustAGuy!! Keep It up!!

[JustAGuy]

Hi all...I am still alive, just going through some major personal stuff right now...I haven't forgotten about this story and I plan to update more of it soon.

Thanks for all the interest.

[carso87]

Wow! Great story. Has had me transfixed for the last hour.
Look forward to reading the updates.

[molten man]

Hey JustAGuy Please contiue!! Been long now!!

[Looking4somename]

It's been two months already, JustAGuy, are you going to continue it or should I stop checking it?

[molten man]

It's been two months already, JustAGuy, are you going to continue it or should I stop checking it?

JustAGuy please. this was one of the best experiences on site. please continue!!

[Looking4somename]

JustAGuy please. this was one of the best experiences on site. please continue!!
Couldn't agree more.
Don't keep us waiting so much. Do finish it soon.

[Horny]

Couldn't agree more.
Don't keep us waiting so much. Do finish it soon.

I agree! This is a really good story. Please don't leave us hanging! :D

[molten man]

has somebody PMed him to remind him??

[JustAGuy]

My apologies to all the fans of my writing; my life has been insane this past year and I've been unable to resume the story until now. Thank you for your patience.

Augusta's chapter is nearing an end (I'm about 75% through it) and it only gets weirder from here.

Since this is a dare site, I dare my readers to either post to this forum (or PM me) and tell me what they've liked about my story, what they disliked, if they've been turned on, turned off, laughed at me over it, pleasured themselves to it, etc. If you're somebody who gets off on other people being humiliated, you can certainly PM me and force me to humilaite myself in writing for your amusement.

Anyhow...back to the story....

...chapter three (Augusta) continued from previous post...

In the months leading up to the wedding, I began to have doubts about the relationship. Augusta would frequently throw fits and complain about how other "richer and handsomer guys" (notably Paul) were now paying attention to her and she felt locked into being with me. A couple of times I calmly brought up calling the wedding off, but by then members of her family from all over the globe had booked flights. The church was booked, the hall was booked. This wedding was happening whether we wanted it to or not.

My role in the planning of the wedding was nonexistent. My opinion was irrelevant and not sought after. I sat there like a good little boy while Augusta and her mother ran the show. The stresses of planning the wedding (and fighting with her mother over details) stressed Augusta out and she frequently took it out on me, as she was unable to stand up to or fight with her mother. I would be yelled at, insulted and chastised, and spend the entire time sheepishly taking all the abuse. Afterwards she would apologize and say that the stress of school and wedding planning was wearing her temper thin and that once the wedding was over she'd be just fine and everything would be wonderful. I foolishly believed her.

On top of the more frequent angry mood swings, another noticeable change was Augusta's less-than-enthusiastic desire to have erotic encounters with me. They became fewer and farther between and I spent a lot of time masturbating, partially under the assumption that once we were married there'd be no more need for it, but mostly because of Augusta's training and degrading of me, I had become hopelessly addicted to it.

For several months prior to the wedding we had been attending the church we were going to get married in. The priest, a guy in his late 30's with salt-and-pepper hair caught Augusta's eye and she frequently talked about how handsome he was. I assumed it was simply her teasing me (and her method of putting me in my place) and ignored a growing infatuation with him. Father Great (as I shall call him) seemed to be a bit of a stuck-up jerk and my encounters with him appeared to confirm it, so I didn't like him that much.

Because Augusta was half-Filipino, she was under the cultural pressure to produce a better wedding than anyone else, and to include all her cousins. She somehow sweet-talked Father Great into lifting the four-person-per-side rule of the church (which limits how many people can be in a bridal party), and proceeded to include twelve people on each side (i.e. twelve ushers and twelve bridesmaids). One of the twelve bridesmaids was one of Augusta's European cousins named Marlene.

Marlene was a stuck-up snob who clearly abused her boyfriend Sam (one of Octavian's friends). Two weeks before the wedding, Octavian and Sam were talking about his relationship with Marlene and Octavian suggested that if things didn't work out, he and Sharon had other female friends to hook him up with. Sam foolishly recounted the conversation to Marlene, who flipped out (Augusta-style), stormed over to Augusta's house, and informed Augusta that she couldn't be in the wedding party anymore because of what Octavian had said (how those two things were related I'll never know). Augusta was furious, but luckily Sharon agreed to take Marlene's place in the wedding party.

Angry with Marlene, Augusta didn't even want to see her face. The following Sunday we went to mass at the church but because Augusta had to look her best for Father Great, we were late and arrived during the singing of the first hymn. I spotted the one pew that had two spots available and led her down the aisle, picked up a hymnal and started singing. After a minute or so I looked over to see Augusta fuming at me. I leaned over and asked her what was wrong and she told me to look to my right; Marlene and Sam were standing in the pew right next to us! As a fluke the only spot that was free was beside them and I didn't recognize them from behind.

After mass, Augusta threw a screaming fit at me for making her sit in the same pew as Marlene when I knew full well that she didn't want anything to do with Marlene. I apologized profusely but to no avail, as she decided to try and storm off alone into the dangerous alleyways of our city's downtown. Eventually I was able to convince her to come back to the car with me and drove her home. She was quite angry about the incident for several days.

As an aside, I was with Augusta and several bridesmaids during the dress fitting at the dress store that Augusta selected. There was one girl there (I forget her name so let's call her "Barb"), a friend of Augusta's whom Octavian had apparently had a crush on for many years. It was obvious why; she more than resembled his girlfriend Sharon quite a bit. The dressing rooms consisted of small open-ceiling cubby-holes with a simple curtain to protect the users' privacy. As I stood there in the store, staring off nowhere in particular, I noticed that the bright lights above the dressing room caused a perfect silhouette of the Barb to be cast upon the curtain. As she stripped out of her clothes and turned sideways, the silhouette of her small, perky breasts and erect nipples could be seen. It was extremely rare for me to see something like that (and I seem to think it's noteworthy enough to include it here), but I had to tell Octavian about it which, understandably, made him quite jealous.

In the few remaining days before the wedding, Augusta revealed to me that her professor Paul had confessed to her that he was actively flirting with her, and once again reminded me that richer and handsomer men were seriously interested in her. Her obsession with Father Great grew exponentially each day, and after each mass I would have to answer her questions about whether or not I thought he was staring at her while he performed mass, or what hidden meaning things he said to her could hold. Despite all these warning signs I still moved all my meager possessions, including my bed, to Augusta's house in preparation of moving in with her.

Finally the wedding day came. The ceremony went without a hitch, and afterwards, once I realized it was all done, I actually cried tears of joy (I realize how much of a sissy this makes me sound like), because I was married to the (supposed) woman of my dreams, and that the nightmares of the last several months were finally over; I was going to have my Augusta back.

Between wedding photos and the reception, Augusta, Cole (my best friend and best man) and I went to Augusta's place to pick up some last-minute items. During the brief time we were there, a young Filipino couple came to the door and tricked Augusta into signing up for some scam involving paying fixed-rate natural gas fees to some shady company (instead of using the default provider). During that time, my parents phoned us to say that nobody knew where to sit and that the bar wanted to know if it was a cash bar or a free bar, so it could start serving drinks. Augusta had planned a seating arrangement for everyone and one of the reasons for us going back into the house was to retrieve the name tags (which she had forgotten), and she wanted the bar to be a cash bar. In our absence, however, my parents told everyone to sit wherever they wanted, and since the wedding invitations didn't explicitly state "cash bar", they told the bar to open as a free bar.

Furious that my parents interfered with her wedding, Augusta threw a fit, then walked outside the house in her wedding dress and sat on the ground in the middle of the driveway. It took me several minutes of pleading and begging before convincing her to return to the house.

We finally got to the reception, which was a circus. There were 500 guests, two rows of head tables (for the entire 26-person wedding party), a twelve-foot cake, professional Filipino dancers and singers and a DJ. Naturally, Augusta ensured that Father Great was invited and all the middle-aged women fawned over him prior to the meal. A lot happened at the reception, but most of it doesn't fit with the rest of the story so we'll skip to the end.

After the reception, we went upstairs to the honeymoon suite. It was late and we were both very tired. Augusta's wedding dress had been done up very tight and she was quite sore from it. We got under the covers of the very large bed and stripped naked (after admiring her in the very sexy white lingerie she had on underneath). She asked me if I finally wanted to see her pussy…I declined still feeling very uncomfortable about it. I asked her if she wanted to try and have sex. She waffled on the issue and finally I decided that it was late and we were tired and we went to sleep.

The next morning we got up, had breakfast, settled our bill with the hotel, and proceed to go to Augusta's place. There was no immediate honeymoon planned, as all her cousins from around the world were staying at her house and she wanted to spend time with them. I was okay with that. On the way back we had to stop at a store to pick something up, and at the store Augusta became visibly angry with me. Back in the car in the parking lot, I asked her what was wrong. She was angry because I hadn't consummated the marriage the previous night, and she talked about getting an annulment. I should've agreed and pushed for it, but I didn't, believing that in time everything sexual would be worked out and we'd start living our life together as a normal couple.

I was very wrong.

TO BE CONTINUED

Next time: things get weird, and my total humiliation becomes complete

[Looking4somename]

I am very surprised to notice I have been reading this story for over a year now. To be honest, I lost any hope you'd actually update it, and I'm not sure how many months are going to pass until the next part is released.

Never the less, this is a great story. It's honest and believeable, and best of all, it's Non-Fiction and I can actually relate to it since you're telling it very well.

I love the story, yet the whole Augusta chapter is running on and on for months now and it's hard to keep track of what's happening. I'd like to read how it all ended and see how it affected and changed you. I wonder if at some point you became more assertive, since you are very passive in the last few updates.

Anyway, keep it up and try to finish this up as soon as you can. I'm afraid in two months I won't be able to keep track of it anymore and would like to see how it ends by than.

[Sorrow Becomes Her]

I wish I had the time to read this now... I'll save it and come back with comments galore. Promise.

[JustAGuy]

Hello fans,

The long-awaited ending to Chapter 3 (Augusta) is here! Please enjoy how it all plays out. Just an FYI, I've left out a ton of Augusta-related material (like her interest in BDSM porn, her fantasies of being forced to eat out another woman and more) just to keep it short.

I want to thank the people who have commented thus far and who have PM'ed me about the story...your comments mean a lot to me.

Anyhow...this might be the end of chapter 3, but chapter 4 and 5 are already being planned in my head and I hope to add some of chapter 4 within the next week. Don't worry...they're much shorter than Augusta! :p

...chapter three (Augusta) continued from previous post...

The first week of our marriage flew by us as we shared Augusta's house with almost all the cousins that had flown out for the wedding. As such we had no privacy and didn't consummate the marriage. After they left we decided to get away from the city for awhile. Since we had no real money left over for a true honeymoon, we decided to take a road trip to a popular amusement park about eight hours away in the United States and spend a few days there. Rather than drive alone we invited Octavian and his girlfriend Sharon along, as well as two of Augusta's young female cousins. Augusta liked having them along at first, but once we reached the hotel she threw an angry fit about us not going alone and stormed off into the night to walk around in anger. We were in a strange city (and also a foreign country) but nothing would stop her, so Octavian, Sharon and I sat up for the next few hours waiting for Augusta to return. She eventually returned and the rest of the trip was fine, but her behavior was a foretaste of things to come.

While I was in university I learned about a program that paid good money to people with degrees in order to spend a year (or three) teaching English in Asia. I decided that I had wanted to pursue it and had planned with Augusta that we both would apply (as she was supposed to finish her degree one year after we were married), earn money while living rent-free in Asia and coming back with enough money to put a down-payment on a house. As such, our entire living arrangements were based on this plan; we lived in her grandparent's house (which was technically owned by her parents), and she convinced me to lease (rather than buy) a car, as we would not have to worry about selling it when we left the country. Right off the bat, Augusta decided that she wanted the car during the day while she wasn't in school to run errands and to drive her mother to work (her mother worked shift work in several hospitals in the city as a desk clerk). As I worked an eight-hour-a-day job with flex time, I had no problem with her driving me to work and picking me up.

With basically unlimited access to a car, Augusta soon discovered a love of driving and frequently took the car for destination-less drives, especially if she was feeling agitated. As I didn't mind being left alone I let her use it whenever she wanted. One day, she came home after driving around and burst into the house exclaiming that she had seen a gigantic crow outside, bigger than any bird she had ever seen. Always interested in the unusual, I ran out to see it but nothing was there. Off in the distance, I heard a crow caw in a deep, guttural tone and I surmised that I must have heard the large crow she spoke of. I didn't think much of the crow until a few weeks later when she came home with a story of encountering a large deer on a highway. According to her, she pulled the car over beside the deer which stood there, looking at her and she received a psychic message from it (I no longer recall what it was, but it was something cryptic, as most messages from creepy psychic animals are). She then recounted how she heard voices telling her that she could float around the house if she wanted to, and had dreams or visions that made her realize that the September 11, 2001 attacks in New York were a result of her and I getting married.

While all this external weirdness was starting to affect our relationship, our sexual encounters took an equally weird turn. I was still uncomfortable with the concept of intercourse, and despite finally getting over my aversion of female genitalia to look at her pussy things weren't much further ahead for me (for those who were interested, she never shaved or trimmed her soft, black, pubic hair, and her pussy lips were tightly closed, creating a tight slit barely visible through her pubic hair). To make matters worse, Augusta became obsessed with the concept of anal sex (something that was and still is taboo with me), wanting me to lie on her naked back, pressing my cock against her ass cheeks, trying to get me to penetrate her small, tight anus (which I did take a few opportunities to spread her cheeks and look at). I refused to penetrate, but would push and thrust against her while she fingered her pussy. If I was lucky and she was in a good mood, I'd be allowed to cum.

Eventually, the simple stimulations of my cock against her ass and my face in her pussy were no longer adequate for her. She recalled the early days of how we would talk on the phone and I would whisper to her fantasies of how I would hold her, undress her, etc. and she decided that she would be best served masturbating while I whispered fantasies in her ear. Always wishing to please my wife I obliged, and I invented detailed fantasies on the spot about how I would undress her, then take her and make love to her. Most fantasies required me to simply repeat variations of the last few phrases such as "…and you feel my cock thrusting in and out of you, feeling so good…my cock inside you…" until she came. Once she achieved orgasm, she generally went straight to sleep, but every once in awhile would indulge me and let me reach orgasm. While I was happy with this arrangement, I was soon to discover that it wasn't going to sate her for long.

One evening, as we lay in bed preparing for another JustAGuy-provided fantasy session, Augusta asked for something different; she asked for a fantasy where she would be taken up the ass. I started to oblige, though pointing out that it would not be very realistic as I don't engage in anal sex. She responded that she didn't want me to be the one in the fantasy taking her anally. She wanted me to give her a fantasy where the priest that married us, Father Great, would have anal sex with her.

I was shocked. Here was the woman I loved and had married, asking me to make up a sexual fantasy involving another man (our priest, no less!) for her to masturbate to. I expressed discomfort at the notion but ultimately gave in. After all, if I was so pathetic that I couldn't even make love to my wife, I at least owed her that pleasure. Eventually the stories went from <<somewhat>> innocent romantic encounters to full-blown rape fantasies. And so it began; every night I would recount some fantasy similar to this one:

"You're in a back alley, when all of a sudden Father Great comes out of nowhere. He tells you that you've been a very naughty girl and that you haven't given enough to the Church. When you innocently ask what more you could give he flips you over and rips down your pants and panties, bending you over a garbage can. Before you can react he has his cock between your ass cheeks pressed up against your anus. You start begging and pleading for him not to take your anal virginity but he just laughs, pointing out how you being in the garbage makes you garbage, and he is only doing to you what garbage deserves. He then pushes his cock slowly into your asshole, you moan in pain but after a few strokes with his cock you're writing in pleasure. You keep begging for him not cum in your ass and he ignores you, ordering you to expose your tits to him. He grabs your tits and squeezes your nipples ordering you to cum before he does. Just as you cum you feel his cock pulsing and finally the force of his cum firing into your ass"

As the months progressed the stories would vary slightly…sometimes I would be in the story double-teaming her with Father Great, but more often than not it'd be Father Great and her professor Paul doing her. At the same time my role in her sexual fantasies became less and less, my role in her life became less and less. She drove me to work every morning, but started picking me up 45 minutes to an hour late. Whenever I asked her about her day she was very non-specific about it, so I never quite knew what she did. One day, while checking my bank records online, I noticed a purchase had been made at a restaurant a few days previous in a town a two hour's drive away. I knew Augusta had no reason to go up there and she hadn't told me about it. I chalked it up to her just liking to drive and spending the day driving around our province.

When she did pick me up she would frequently eat dinner from a junk food restaurant before picking me, leaving me to fend for myself. She stopped cleaning the house and doing dishes, despite the fact that she had a small course load and no job. Four months after we were married, she got into a car accident that apparently resulted in her having a chronically sore back. After she would pick me up from work (having already eaten dinner), she'd drive us home and then ask me to rub her sore back while she lay face down on the bed. Most of the time the backrubs would result in her falling asleep for the evening, leaving me to go to the sink full of dirty dishes to wash what I needed and prepare myself a meal before I went to sleep. Of course, if she was horny, I still had to whisper a rape fantasy in her ear before she could sleep.

While I didn't have a word for it then, I now know what was happening to me: I was becoming a cuckhold. To drive home the fact that I was a sissy who couldn't please my wife, I started getting Augusta to humiliate me more and more when she decided to oblige me. She would pin me down and order me to admit I was a weak and helpless woman. I would refuse and she would pinch my nipples in retaliation. I would cry out, saying "please don't pinch my titties!"

"Aha! You called them titties! Now, who has titties?" she would ask.

"Girls have titties."

"Then what does that make you?"

"I guess if I have titties then that must mean I'm a girl. A weak and helpless girl"

If I didn't cum right then and there, she'd go to her dressing room and bring back a bright red lipstick, force me to pucker my lips while she painted it on, telling me how pretty I was. Once she added eye shadow. At the extreme, I had to loudly admit to her that I was gay, and my best friend Cole was my lover (which she used to tease me about when she first met me due to Cole's and mine inseparable nature). Gone were the days where she would revel in sitting on my face while jerking me off. I now had to beg to see her pussy (if she was going to show it at all). The only time that Augusta agreed to humiliate herself for me was when I finally convinced her to piss in the shower while I was there. I had wanted her to piss on me (to see how humiliating it would be) but she wouldn't go further than pissing standing up in front of me. She looked really embarrassed but after some obvious forcing the stream of yellow came out from between her legs and poured into the bathtub, mixing with the shower water and going down the drain. I jerked off after seeing it, and she refused to ever piss in front of me again. As a girl who never farted in my presence, I know it was really tough for her to expose herself like that, which makes it a really arousing memory for me.

Between my self-made dinner (after I had back-rubbed and fantasized her to sleep) and my bedtime I would do one of three things: I would either play an online computer game called Ragnarok that was (at the time) in a beta release, or I would download, catalogue and jerk off to pictures of nude women, or I would "visit" unprotected computers in the city/province/country and see if anyone had personal nude photos on it. As Augusta started taking the car for drives on the weekends I started doing those activities more frequently.

Regarding that third activity (as an aside), I had heard in 2001 of a major security hole in Windows 2000 that allowed people to easily access the hard drives of other people over the Internet as long as they knew their IP address. As a programmer, I was curious about the hole and wrote a program to find systems that might be affected by it. Suffice it to say, a huge chunk of the computers at the time were wide open, personal information, private files, and all. While I saw a lot of stuff that I could've done illegal things with (like credit card numbers, bank accounts, passwords, etc.) I only was interested in any personal nude photos I could find, discovering a new level of voyeur in myself. My two best finds were of one machine where a guy had photos of a party in my city where all the attendees were nude (as well as several photos – both clothed and nude – of one particular woman and her resume), and one of a girl who had dozens of high-resolution nude photos of his girlfriend.

As I played Ragnarok online for several hours I started chatting with several people in game. I met two online players named Kaylee and Kellie who joined me in various missions. They said they were female cousins in real life, and like me, their avatar names were variations on their real names. We chatted a lot while waiting for our life bars to recover and I gave them access to an experimental chat program (similar to MSN Messenger) that I was developing. One day while I was chatting with Kellie, I was feeling a little bored and naughty, and since I love being a truth slave I told her that she could ask me anything she wanted. She asked me if I had any special "techniques" in the bedroom. Knowing how emasculating it would be to admit to a strange woman yet not wanting to lie, I admitted to her that I had never had sex despite several months of marriage. We got into a frank and open discussion about sexuality and soon discovered that we were both into daring and humiliation. By four o'clock in the morning we decided that we would dare each other. I dared Kellie to go into the shower the next morning, lie down on the base of the shower and try to put her legs as high into the air as possible (I suggested leaning against a shower wall upside-down). Once in position, she had to piss, and let it run down her stomach and chest. She also had to keep her mouth open, and swallow any piss that made down there. Her humiliating dare for me was, as someone who didn't like anal, try to push a finger up my ass as far as I could. I tried but didn't find any contact with my anus comfortable so I couldn't follow through the way she wanted. A few days later, she reported to me that she tried the dare I gave her, but the shower was too small for her to really lie down, so she just pissed sitting down and rubbed some of the piss on her chest before showering off. She told me it was extremely humiliating.

After a few more times chatting with her briefly on Ragnarok, Kellie stopped appearing online and it would be almost a year before I would talk to her again. I never told Augusta about the dares.

...to be continued...

[JustAGuy]

....chapter three (Augusta) continued from the previous post...

After our first Christmas, things started going downhill. Augusta became more and more paranoid that people were out to get her and frequently accused me of being in league with them. She had met with Father Great for lunch shortly after our marriage to (apparently) discuss ways she could volunteer with the church, and now looked back at the event as an opportunity for him to have put something in her drink that was making her crazy. When one of her uncles in the Philippines died, she made me get a line of credit at the bank to buy her airfare to attend the funeral, and then proceeded to have some sort of dream/vision that said she would die if she went, so she prevented her mother from attending the funeral also. With the new line of credit she started spending our money recklessly, and while each paycheque every second Friday brought me back out of overdraft, she would have me back in it by Sunday. She frequently tried to convince me that one of her cousins ten years younger than me (and thus a minor) was secretly in love and constantly flirting with me. She started admitting that when she took the car out to drive it around in the evenings and weekends that she frequently drove past both Father Great's and Paul's homes (i.e. she was stalking them). She constantly analyzed things Father Great would say either to her personally or during his sermons and became convinced that Father Great was her "real" soul mate and that a terrible mistake had been made in marrying me. She started having terrible nightmares and would frequently ramble about nonsense. As I was constantly exposed to her paranoia I was drawn into it and my attempts to objectively analyze the situation were ignored or shouted down by her, so I stopped trying to make sense of it all. It got to the point where I couldn't even follow it anymore. She started doing poorly in university again, and her procrastination made us lose our opportunity to go to Asia to teach English. Without a "plan B", I decided we would just continue with me working and her going to school until she was done, at which point we'd figure out what we wanted to do.

It was business as usual until one day in January when I came home from work and she was in the house crying. She informed me that she would be dead within a month if she didn't get a divorce and an annulment from me. I asked her what she was talking about and how she knew she would die and all she would say is that she would. After making some phone calls I found out that in our province a couple has to be legally separated for an entire year before divorce papers could even be filed. Faced with that, she demanded that I phone Father Great and make an appointment for us to see him, so that she could confront him on her suspicions. I made the call.

A few days later we were sitting in Father Great's office at the church. He asked why we had requested the meeting and I sat waiting for Augusta to lay into him with all the conspiratorial rhetoric I had been hearing for months. Instead, she shook her head, muttered "I can't do this" under her breath, and walked out of the room, leaving me there alone to answer his confused questions. I didn't know what to say and talked about how Augusta felt she was going to die within a month. Eventually Augusta came back but refused to say anything. Father Great gave us a card for a free Christian marriage counseling agency in the city and sent us on our way. We left, unceremoniously. Augusta did not apologize for hanging me out to dry.

Around this time, Augusta's parents decided that they no longer wanted to own the house that Augusta and I were living in and decided to sell it. After a few showings, an offer was put on it, and an August 1st possession date was decided upon. With my plans to relocate to Asia out the window, this move by her parents was going to leave us homeless. In return, they offered to let us stay in their furnished basement until we knew what we were doing. Without enough money to go anywhere else (as Augusta kept spending it) we had to accept. As her family was terrible at planning anything, they waited until the end of July to start moving things out of the house and cleaning it up. Since their own home's storage areas were filled with their personal stuff, my and Augusta's things were hurriedly shoved into the living areas of the house, filling almost every room.

On August 1st, as a break from all the moving work we had done, Augusta, her parents and I took a road trip to the west coast. It was terrible trip with pointless bickering, and Augusta's insistence that her grandfather (who was now living on the west coast) was a mystic and knew what was going on with her and would be able to fix it. I was started to become convinced (as were Octavian and Sharon) that Augusta might have a mental illness.

After the trip (during which Augusta and I celebrated our 1st wedding anniversary) we tried to adjust to living in her parent's house. Between January and August, Octavian had proposed to Sharon, and then decided to move her into the basement without consulting with his parents. Because of this, the basement that had been promised to Augusta and I was no longer available, and we were forced to sleep in her old bedroom, across the hall from her parent's bedroom. Augusta was still experiencing nightmares, so every night we'd go to bed around 11pm, at 3am she would wake up screaming about some sort of nonsense, it would take me one to two hours to get her to sleep, then I would wake up at 6:30am to get ready to go to work. Since Augusta still needed the car, her father drove me to work in the morning in order for her to sleep more. After a few weeks of this I was physically and mentally exhausted as I was no longer getting any REM sleep.

To make matters worse, now that we were living with her parents, it became obvious to them that something was wrong with Augusta. Rather than taking the approach that it might be physical or mental, they started blaming me, saying that they had given me a healthy wife and I was giving them back a sick daughter. Since her mother worked in the hospitals she didn't want Augusta to see a doctor lest her coworkers start gossiping about her. Instead she took Augusta to see a Filipino witch doctor (who, oddly enough, was a Jehovah's Witness), and then took both of us to a Taoist purification ceremony where they expected us to fill out all sorts of personal information before partaking in the ceremony. I refused to partake, but Augusta's mother insisted that she do it and I sat in the car and waiting for them. The following morning, Augusta woke up earlier than me as her mother was going to take her to a Taoist temple for further healing. I asked Augusta if she wanted to go and she said "no", but that she couldn't stand up to her mother. I was tired and angry and proceeded to argue with her parents, stating that as Roman Catholics they shouldn't be taking their daughter to see Taoists. I eventually won the argument, only after convincing Augusta to tell her parents that she didn't want to go to the Taoists, an action that immediately caused her to run to the bathroom to vomit.

Exactly one week later, Augusta flipped out for no apparent reason and started banging her head against the wall in the bathroom. I ran to call an ambulance, but her parents stopped me. I escaped from the house to get help, having to steal Octavian's car as his was blocking mine. Visiting a hospital they told me that the best they could do is send someone there, but if her parents do not allow access to the house there was nothing they could do. I decided that I wasn't going back. I phoned Octavian and got him to bring my car and a change of clothes, as I only had what I was wearing. I phoned my parents and got them to make up the guest bedroom (formerly my bedroom). That night I slept for the first time in months without someone waking me up screaming and crying beside me. I assume it was the release in stress, but for the first time since I was a young teenager, I had a wet dream.

To make an already long story short, I attempted to reconcile with Augusta, but from what Octavian and Sharon told me, her parents had decided that now that I was gone their daughter was healthy again. All my personal belongings (including my clothes) were in their house, but over the next few months I got most of them back. They refused to return my personal photos from my trip to the Philippines and now they exist only as memories in my mind. The few times I talked to her I got conflicting stories of her being on medication (like Paxil) or not, of her being better or not, etc.

Three months after I walked out I had gotten myself out of any debts Augusta had got me into and I moved from my parents' house to an apartment. Shortly after I moved (still hoping to reconcile with her), I was visited at my workplace by a sheriff, where I was served with divorce papers. In order to get around legal restrictions, Augusta's parents had simply lied, saying that we had been separated for over a year (it was actually a little over three months). I talked to a lawyer and he advised me that if everyone agrees with the lie it was in my interest to accept the agreement, as it was only asking for a divorce and no properties or monies. I accepted and by March, 2002, the divorce was final. I never had to appear in court. A short while later, the Catholic Church annulled our marriage on the grounds that we had never consummated it.

I kept my experimental chat program running (which Augusta had access to), but shortly before the divorce she messaged me about the relationship saying "You do know that everything that happened was your fault, right?" I proceeded to ban her from chat program. A month later I shut it down completely. Since then, I have only seen Augusta twice, and only one of those times have I spoken to her (in early 2004). The rest of her family, including my good friend Octavian, basically black-listed me and I haven't seen any of them in years.

Thus the seven-year-long chapter of Augusta came to an end. The humiliations I had become accustomed to, however, would continue with new people.

END OF CHAPTER THREE

Stay tuned because my story doesn't end here

[JustAGuy]

Wow. It has been a long time since I posted in here. Almost a year. I'll bet nobody's been reading.

My life has been one of little privacy of late, and my activities on getdare are ones which I prefer to keep secret from the real world. I've always wanted to come back and add more of my story and today I found that I had a few hours free and have decided to do so.

For the people who have been reading this thread over the past two years I'm sorry I didn't have more material sooner. Chapter 4 (below) is extremely short, but it ties into Chapter 5, which will be quite long and contain humiliation and my reprisal as a cuckhold.

Anyhow, on with Chapter 4:

CHAPTER 4: DECEMBER

In December of 2002 I was living alone, separated from Augusta. The divorce papers had been filed and I was at one of the lowest points in my life. My best friend, Cole, had found new friends during the time that Augusta ran my life and though we started hanging out again, the friendship was no longer the same.

Thus I spent my evenings and weekends sitting alone in my apartment, playing computer games or reading. Ragnarok, the online game that I had started playing while I was married to Augusta, released a new beta and I downloaded it and started playing again, under the same name as before.
One night I was killing monsters in Ragnarok as usual when another player approached me and started a chat session with me. I didn’t recognize them by their name but they quickly identified themselves; it was Kellie. Kellie was the girl who I had played Ragnarok with about six months previously and had performed some simple dares with after chatting with her outside of the game. She said that she was glad to find me again. I was really happy. After all, here was a girl who wanted to be humiliated just like me and was nice to me and I was very lonely.

As our initial greeting and standard “how’s it going?” conversation progressed, I started getting aroused, hoping that we would start daring each other to do things. Kellie, however, wanted more than just to chit-chat. She had a confession to make; she was a really a man and had been lying to me the entire time. He told me he felt terrible and that he simply wanted to get it off his chest. He told me that I have every right to hate him.

I felt terrible. The hope I had felt that a woman out there liked me and felt the same way about humiliation evaporated like water on a hot sidewalk. I was beside myself and I didn’t know what to do. The fact that I had discussed personal intimate details of my life and swapped dares with a guy instead of a girl was humiliating.

And that’s when I realized it; the humiliation didn’t have to come from a woman, though it was certainly preferred. I could be humiliated by a guy just as easily. I told him that I didn’t hate him and if he’d still be interested in playing dare games. He did.

Over the next few months he’d pop online into MSN Messenger and we’d do some simple dares. He was a fan of bondage and dared me to do things like take my belt and lash my legs together, or try to put my cock into the mouth of an empty two-litre Pepsi bottle. We started playing a few of the games built into MSN like minesweeper with the condition that the loser would have to do some sort of penalty. It was like the snake game with June from all those years ago, except now the dares were more fetish-driven and sexual. Masturbation was a frequent dare.

We played sporadically over the next six months, until I was in a relationship with May (who I will discuss in detail in chapter 5). One day I was watching my parents’ house while they were away on a trip and I decided to play the minesweeper game with “Kellie”. I lost and as a punishment I had to masturbate to orgasm, tasting my cum as a penalty. Afterwards I felt so guilty I confessed to May over the phone what had happened. She got furious and almost ended the relationship then and there. I promised I would never do it again and I told “Kellie” that we probably shouldn’t chat any more. I blocked him from my contact list and haven’t spoken to him since.

Every once in awhile I think about trying to look him up again for a game of truth or dare.

[Lovesfundares]

im reading =) keep writing plz

[Dylan xX]

Greetings,

As a fellow GetDare writer, I have to say very nice job~!

I love how you make sure that your whole audiance understands and how you provide a great background for the story

Kudos~

[JustAGuy]

Thanks for the kind words.

I'm in the process of moving and I don't have access to the Internet at my new place yet (sometime later next week). I have a lot to move and clean up yet. Once all the dust is settled I'll continue work on my next chapter entitled "May".

[kmacroxs]

okay um JustAGuy are you still writing???
I only ask because it's been over a year since you last posted.
and also I really like this story.