No chain binds as tight as the one you put on yourself.
Chapter 2: The Sorority President's Slave
Marcie Peterson was pretty -- too pretty. She didn't realize she was, which was her downfall. Her beauty was as dangerous as a loaded gun, but the only possible victim was herself. Sure she knew she was pretty, but she didn't understand that the reason other girls got more attention from the boys, was because those boys were intimidated by her. She just figured that the lack of attention was because she wasn't pretty enough. No one can objectively quantify their own beauty. They need attention from others to measure it. After all, not only is 'beauty in the eye of the beholder,' but also 'we are our own worst critic.' So who was to blame for Marcie's low opinion of her appearance? Why, her father, of course.
Not that you could fully blame him either. He made the same mistake as the boys in believing her beauty was self-evident. Still, a father should know better. A father should know that his daughter needs his approval in many ways. On the other hand, he didn't lack in paying attention to her other fine qualities, which was why she was a kind and generous soul who always thought of others.
And Marcie certainly didn't feel she was lacking in any attention from him. She loved her time alone with him in the morning, when he dazzled her with his humor and wisdom. He never failed to make her laugh with some odd insight on life, or touch her heart with his perspective on the Scripture. She truly believed he missed his calling as a pastor by becoming an engineer. She had no doubt he could have easily filled the pews of their church. Instead, she was his only audience.
No, her father was not remiss in paying attention to his daughter. He was just a little too concerned about not raising a vain woman who focused only on her beauty, so his daughter was ill prepared to deal with the consequences of that beauty.
Another person who could share in some of the blame was her ex-fiancΓ©, Billy. They were sweethearts in their small town, an hour outside Albuquerque, NM, since they were in Fifth grade. They sat next to each other in church since Ninth grade. Everyone figured they were destined to be married. Yes, everything was going well until Billy went off to college, and Marcie did not.
She would have liked to follow Billy into college, but she had to concede to her father's opinion that she had no other reason to go, so why should he pay for it? Marcie really had no other desire in life than to be like her mother, and stay home to raise children. Since he was only going to be an hour away at the University of New Mexico, there wasn't any real need for her to go. So he went away to college, and she stayed in their small town, to work as a receptionist at a law office, to save up money for their wedding.
It seems unfair in life how the low self-esteem of one person can crush the self-esteem of another, but that is often the case. Billy could never believe that this sweet little girl that he first knew, could develop into such a gorgeous woman, and yet still want to be with him. It's strange, but it never crossed his mind that she would cheat on him while he was away. He still couldn't believe that he could keep her though.
When Marcie got her 'Dear Jane' e-mail towards the end of his freshman year, she was stunned. He tried to use some lame excuse that he couldn't continue to wait for a girl who had to wait until marriage to have sex, but even he didn't believe it as he typed it. Yes, he did meet another girl at college who did want to have sex with him, but his real reason for choosing her over Marcie was that she better matched his own low perception of his attractiveness.
What deepened Marcie's humiliation even more was that he told his friends back in town that this was the reason he left her. He tried to make her out as some cold person who was uncaring about his 'needs,' when all she remembered was that they both equally agreed to wait until marriage before having sex.
Because of this shame, she could no longer face the people of her town. Even worse, she could no longer bear attending her church; because of how much her emotions with it were tied to her times with him there. Out of desperation, she went to her father and asked him to now pay for her to attend college in Arizona, so she could start her life anew. Her father was just as distraught by the turn of events and agreed, because he too had counted on her marrying Billy.
In a way, he felt he had let his daughter down, so sending her to college seemed the only recourse. Even still, he told her that he was not going to send her just to meet a husband. If she was going, she had to take some serious courses that he had to approve of. If she failed to achieve a 3.0 average in any of these classes, he would cut her off. Marcie agreed, and by the end of summer was attending Arizona State University.
Her freshman year in college mostly went by in a blur. She was an extreme fish-out-of-water, and didn't fit in at all. She didn't make any friends because she was focused heavily on her schoolwork. She had straight A's in high school, but that was from hard work, and not from any natural genius. Besides, the girls she met there always seemed to want to talk about boys, and the last thing on her mind was starting another relationship with one.
It wasn't that she did not ever want to try again. She had no doubt that there was another man out there for her -- another man like her father. She just wanted to focus on school for now, and let time heal her wounds.
Her only real problem that first year was with her roommate in the college dorm. She was a militant lesbian named Sindi (Marcie had been living with her for a month before she found out she didn't spell her name Cindy). She was a caricature of what a militant lesbian would be, with obviously dyed jet black hair, pierced tongue, never wore a bra, and always wore camo-fatigues. On their first day together, Sindi made it quite clear that she would not be shy about having her friends over, and if their 'activities' bothered her, then Marcie should go to the library for a while.
For the first couple of months, Sindi gave Marcie a chance to leave before she started anything with her many varied friends. As time went on though, she didn't give her any warning at all. She seemed to take a great deal of delight in shocking Marcie. Marcie got confirmation of this just before spring break, when she came back from her class one day -- at a time when Sindi knew she would be coming in -- and found her naked, with a cheerleader, going at each other with a double-ended dildo.
Initially she was too shocked to even breathe, let alone leave the room. The sight of them thrusting at each other with that flesh colored shaft between them was beyond anything she could process. The cheerleader seemed oblivious to her, but Sindi was staring up at her with a devilish smile on her lips. What snapped her out of her trance was when she heard her say, "Wan'a join us?" When she left, she didn't run screaming from the room, but if she hadn't maintained what little control she had of herself, she might have.
From that point on, Sindi got much more brazen with her come-ons. She even began openly masturbating in front of her. It started with just massaging her pussy through her pants while studying as if she was unaware of what she was doing. It quickly progressed to dropping her pants as soon as she came in, and playing with herself while staring at Marcie with naked desire.
Marcie tried her best not to react because she could tell that her roommate reveled in her reactions. But the more she tried, the more she found herself thinking about what Sindi was doing. This was her real beginning in fantasizing about sex with women. She never set out to think of having sex with her, she just found herself doing it occasionally.
Marcie didn't know it at the time, but this unbidden desire was what was keeping her in the room. She tried to convince herself that leaving would only give Sindi what she wanted most, but what she could never admit to herself, was that she was turned on by the clear attraction this young woman had for her. Then the most humiliating experience in her life occurred just two weeks before the end of the school year. Sindi walked in on her masturbating.
All her life, from as young as she could recall, Marcie played with herself. Nothing serious. She never tried to make herself have an orgasm. She would just find herself with her hand up her dress rubbing her crotch through her panties. This was on e of the reasons she wore a dress all of the time. Not because it made it easier to do masterbate, quite the opposite in fact. When she wore pants or shorts she would find herself doing it without thinking. A dress cut down on the absent-minded playing with herself, because it took some effort to get between her thighs.
Masturbation wasn't an obsession for her. It wasn't that she thought it was evil in any way. It just didn't fit her image of herself. She never had her own room growing up, so she was never free to develop an interest in it. Generally speaking, once she realized what she was doing she would stop. Sometimes she did allow her hand to move into her panties and play with what was inside there, yet she never allowed it to progress too far.