When Obeying Changed Everything

My mother, Lady Eleanor laid on her bed trying to tell me something but all I wanted was for her to save her breath to get better.

“Ella my child, I must warn you about the gift your fairy godmother Lucinda bestowed upon you at birth!’ She was then racked by a violent cough that brought up little flecks of blood.

She was so weak that she wasn’t able to wipe her mouth but that didn’t keep her from trying to complete what she wanted to tell me. “Ella that fucking bitch Lucinda had a spite against me and made a gift to you that you would obey everything asked of you!” More coughing, this time a bit more violent and bloodier than ever.

As she calmed down, “Promise me that you will never reveal that to anyone, especially males who…’ The most violent coughing took hold and I grabbed her hand and tried to calm her down. She jerked up and down , grew tense, really straight then suddenly she gasped and went totally limp.

“Mother, males who what?” I got no response and suddenly the flesh of her hands grew cold. “Mother?.... MOTHER!” Not until two years later did I find out what she was trying to warn me about!

That was four days after I turned eighteen, to this day I have no idea what mother tried to warn me about. Oh sure I figured out early in life that I was different from the other children. When they were told to behave they kept up acting out whereas I on the other hand did as I was told.

Now at twenty years old I was having to watch my father marry a wicked bitch and help raise her two dimwitted snot nosed daughters. One Olive would have to have space pumped into her skull before she could be considered having anything upstairs. Hattie on the other hand was an outright bitch who put her mother to shame. She caused me to unintentionally disclose my ‘gift’ from Lucinda, when she demanded I clean up after her and her boyfriend spent the night in her room.

From that point on Hattie would go out of her way to make me do anything she wanted done, including masturbating her one night in the bathroom while bathing her. But the worst thing she ever did was done to me last Saturday night during the harvest Ball. Hattie was surrounded by three guys who were her typical type, you know all muscles and nothing upstairs. The three were wearing clothes that were either too small or they were built larger than the average guys in the village of Frell!

I was walking by when I happened to scrunch my face up to Hattie then kept going to the edge of the dance floor in the middle of the swept barn.

Unbeknownst to me, Hattie whispered something to the three of the guys and the four of them laughed so loud that they drowned out the two fiddle players and the accordionist. With all eyes on the four, I got fed up with Hattie and decided to go for a walk in the fields.