Childhood of Supreme Goddess La Reigna

Childhood of Supreme Goddess La Reigna

My father was born on September 13 (I always wondered if it was Friday 13). he was mentally abused by his father, and his Mother was the disciplinarian in the family. However, since only he misbehaved, his five Sisters were never beaten and neither was his young brother since he was the youngest of the family. Thus only My father ended up being beaten, and only by his Mother. Due to this he lacked confidence and so at school he was bullied. his older Sister tried to defend him, but that only made him get bullied more. Being born a virgo he already had a temper, but his upbringing made his anger worse. Plus he never learned to break the cycle of abuse. he grew up to be a man who resented Women more than any man I know. he only wanted a son. The fact that I was born a Girl bothered him and he repeatedly told Me so. he actually told Me "I wish you had been born a boy". he tried to make Me into a boy, forcing Me to listen and learn how to farm and repair trucks. he cut My hair short and preferred Me to wear pants. I was never allowed to wear makeup (until he married a Woman who convinced him otherwise). Now being born in the Rooster year, although My father resented Women, he was drawn to the idea of having a Wife. Or should I say "Wives". he married 9 times (and counting). he was married once before he met My Mother, so My Mother was his second Wife.

I was abused by My father. Repeatedly. Not only did he always call Me "ugly" and "fat" (even though I was always stick-thin), which lowered My self-esteem and made Me shy in My childhood years, but he also beat Me with his leather belt, his fists, and kindling (sharp thin firewood). he liked to torment Me by demanding that I not cry during the beating or he would continue beating Me. This of course only made matters worse. One time when I was 7 he beat Me so hard I ended up in the hospital. Another time when I was 4 our family doctor noticed the bruises all over My body and asked Me about it. My father must have overheard because he peaked into the examination room, caught the doctor questioning Me, and stormed angrily out of the clinic taking Me with him. I never saw a doctor again in My childhood. (A few years ago I tracked down that doctor and he remembered Me and that day from My childhood instantly as though not a day had passed. he even helped confirm a few things for Me, which I had previously forgotten.)

When I was 4 My Mother left My father. She had wanted to take Me with Her but he had already hidden Me from Her by convincing the social workers that it was not he but My Mother who was abusing Me. They foolishly believed him and until the divorce was final they placed Me in four foster homes (three of which abused Me). Then they returned Me to My father and his next wife (who also abused Me as well as her son. Her son used to punch My nose and make it bleed and when I informed his mother of this she called Me a liar and pushed Me down a long flight of wooden stairs. I still have the scars).

During his marriage to this next wife (My first stepmom), or during their divorce, the social workers received a new report that My father was sexually abusing Me. Instead of removing Me from My home away from My father they wrote up a report only among themselves about how they may have made a mistake handing Me back over to his care, but then they CLOSED the case for good. It was like sealing the coffin closed knowing I was still alive inside.

I do not know how he did it, but My father always managed to keep up the act that everything was normal. All the relatives and friends did not know (or did not care), the doctors did not save Me, he had successfully convinced the social workers it was My Mother who was the abuser and even when they realized it was really him they still did nothing, and every time I ran away he told the police everything was fine. I remember one time when I ran away to My Mother's and I begged the police officer not to take Me back to My father's because he would beat Me. The police officer assured Me he would not let that happen. That night My father did beat Me (for running away) and no one came to My rescue.

Having to cook for My father, do the dishes, wash his laundry, cut and carry firewood, rake entire fields of hay on My own, weed the entire garden, and attend to farm animals was alot of strenuous work for one young Female child (which I resented terribly at the time), but it did teach Me how to be independant and self-sufficient. However, when My father started to look at My naked body, and the beatings turned to fists rather than a belt, and his new Wife at the time (a teacher) cruelly and sadistically joined in on mentally abusing Me, I ran away for good. I was 14.

I eventually ended up in another foster home but once the foster mother started passing illegal drugs around the family table to her children on Christmas I decided to run away from there as well.

Being on My own at 15/16 was difficult, and although I met abusive men who also used their fists, and several men tried to rape Me, nothing was compared to living with My father. It made Me what I am today. It may even be the reason why I was born into such a family. I always knew My father was wrong so I would certainly never end up suicidal, nor take drugs or alcohol to vanish the pain or memories, nor would I repeat the cycle of abuse. My father never learned how wrong he was. Where as I grew up wanting to be a Child Psychologist. I wanted to help children and prevent anyone from harming them, and educate them on their rights and how parents can be wrong and make mistakes. However, I lacked the financial means for university and so instead I became a Dominatrix and then a lifestyle Goddess, and now also an educator for submissive men. I know. How does it help the world by teaching men who already submit to Women? Would it not be a better idea to teach men who were previously abusive, or educate younger boys who have yet to learn about respecting Women? Perhaps. But would I be worshipped? Do I not deserve to be adored? In the last seven years since I have started GoddessClub.com, Women everywhere are influenced by My ideas and are trying to be Me. So not only am I helping submissive men but I have also increased the number of Women who want to be worshipped like a Goddess.

The next time you see a young shy Girl, give Her a smile and ask if there is anything you can do to help Her.

Supreme Goddess La Reigna of GoddessClub.com

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