~ Chapter 1
"You've gotta let them know where their place is in this world!" my sister, Martha told me when I mentioned that I had met this wonder guy in my Stats class and we had started dating.
Martha is a striking beauty of five-foot eight, curves that never end and a face that men would say is like an angel. Her azure eyes seem to penetrate your psyche and explore your soul. The long auburn hair that encircles her gentle face bounces as she walks toward you and the smile on her face simply ties the package together. Men are always turning to watch her walk down the street.
"What do you mean? I just met him three weeks ago and we've only gone out two times. I hardly think I'm going to marry him next week," I yelled back at her thinking what she was telling me to do would run him off in a heartbeat.
But as the younger sister, I dutifully listened and took her word for it. She said that her husband, Patrick loves it and that Mom showed her how to do it. "It's now my responsibility to pass this knowledge onto you!" she exclaimed trying to convince me that she knew what was best for my boyfriend and me.
"You know how much Ronnie loves Mom and you see what she does to him, don't you?" she expressed to help me see her side.
Fred had asked me out for coffee and I eagerly accepted with a resounding "YES!" That's what had started her ranting and raving.
I tried to explain, "He is after all, the catch of the sophomore class. Starting college is hard enough. The sooner you get hooked up with the right person, the easier it gets. This means I won't have to fight over the left from those who got first choice," I argued.
As you may be able to tell, I've always been strong willed and defiant. It runs in my family, at least on the female side. My brother is a little withdrawn. With my mother, though, I don't find that particularly amazing. She's the Queen of Domme!
No one, even our father, ever told my mother what to do, or how to do it. It was her way or no way at all. She just always took charge. My Dad finally became so frustrated and had enough of it that he just threw up his arms and walked away.
I couldn't really blame him. It wasn't that he didn't love her or us. He loved her too much, maybe. Gave her too much, definitely! He had to do all of he housework, cooking, taking care of us when she decided to go out with her friends at night. He smiled and accepted it until I was about thirteen years old.
I remember that at times Mom would take Martha and me to the Mall to go shopping for the day. Almost every time she did, she would take us to the big toy store and tell us to play with the toys until she came back for us. "Don't you leave this store for anything and don't talk to anyone!" she would reprimand us before leaving for where ever she went.
When I was ten, I watched her leave the store and meet some man in the Mall. She gave him a kiss on the lips and they walked hand in handout of my sight. When I asked Martha, she said, "He's a friend of Mom and Dad's! Don't worry about it." Then she played with the video games until Mom returned.
Before Dad left, he and Mom had a lot of parties. Mostly Dad's friends, guys came over, ate, played cards, and drank alcoholic beverages way into the night. Sometimes, when we woke up they were still at our house. Mom and Dad's friends would still be asleep and Dad would be fixing them breakfast, "So that they will have a good start to the day," he always said.
He was always happy and loving to Mom after their parties. He didn't get upset or complain about his chores for days and sometimes weeks after a party.
After our Dad left, Martha and I saw more and more men coming in and out of our house every day. I thought Mom was looking for a new housekeeper to take Dad's place. Mom hated housework!
Then she brought home Ronnie. He was a really nice guy, somewhat intelligent because Mom hated dumb men. She said she liked him a lot. After five months, they married and we became a family again. Only we kids now had two Dads, our real Dad and now our step dad.
Mom stopped shopping for a while. She and Ronnie spent all their free time together. As a family, we traveled all over the place in the summers. We went to Europe, visited most of the continental United States and Canada plus Hawaii. Ronnie just loved to go places even if only for a day or so.
So, that's a little background about how this whole thing with Martha and me came about.
Martha said, "Mom groomed Ronnie to be the man she wanted him to be. She showed him what she wanted and would accept nothing less. He loved her so much that he would do anything for her. She taught him how to make her happy; she showed him how to treat her!" Martha was in my face.
I sat on my bed and asked, "Is that what you did to Mark, too?" She smiled really big and nodded.
I knew how happy she and Mark were. He worshiped Martha as Dad had Mom. They had lots of friends and on weekends they got together with them for pool parties and bar-b-ques in their apartment complex.
I kept trying to get invited because I was there one afternoon, when their friends were just arriving and the guys were so cute.
Some Saturday mornings, I would drop in early by with some clothes to wash or just to see how Martha was doing. There was always at least one extra car still in the driveway. She would still be in bed and Mark would be fixing breakfast for her. Or she was in the shower, "Just waking up," he would say. I never saw the extra body or bodies.
I guessed their friends were still sleeping too. Must have been some wild parties. With five years between our ages, I was never invited to "adult parties." "When you're older!" Martha would always say.
"How do you train a man to treat you like you want to be treated?" I asked Martha.
"That's the fun part," she smiled, "not only for you but for him too." She had a devilish look on her face.
"Most men dream of taking care of their wives and having a family. They are breed to be protectors of those they love," she said. "But, unfortunately they seldom know what we want so they make mistake after mistake because most women are unaware of their role in a marriage or relationship. They think men are mind readers!" she laughed out loud.
"This is how Mom told me to do it. It takes a little time though. They want to treat you good, but they really don't know how," Martha trailed off.
I shook my head to show that I understood and Martha said, "Good!"
"You're not going to like this next part," she said, "because I know you've been saving yourself for 'Mr. Wonderful' and you are anxious to find out what it's like to be a real woman but one of the first things you need to learn is denial!"
I laughed so hard that my chest hurt. "You want me to withhold sex from Kevin?" I caught my breath. Here I was, three months from my nineteenth birthday and dreaming of losing my virginity to the man that makes me wet every time I see him and she wants me to just say NO! I don't think so!
"How can you suggest that I deny him and myself the pleasures of sex?" I screamed. "I'm sorry, I just can't, I won't, do that!"
My anger was causing tears to stream down my cheeks. "I'm three months away from the event that I have planned and prepared for since I was sixteen. I worked hard to protect myself from being called a slut. Now you're asking me to give up what you and almost every other woman has? How dare you!" I accused.
"Then you'll lose him in six months," Martha whispered trying to calm me.
We argued back and forth for a half-hour. I got mad and left the room crying, "FUCK YOU!"
I washed my face and went to meet Fred at the coffee shop and tried to push this out of my head. I didn't want to hear my sister's words anymore.
Fred and I laughed and talked, trying to learn as much as possible about one another. The next two hours passed like minutes. He had me laughing and forgetting about my incident with Martha.
