I'm the favorable woman in the populace. I'm married to the most wonderful man - squat makes me sense cherished. At our wedding diddly-squat vowed to bed, protect and control me, and I to love, worship and obey him. It's such exemption not to have to worry, even to call up. I'm so felicitous !

I would be a soccer mom to our twin boys - except that jackstones likes me to stay base. I have not gone outside the house since Jack drove us home from our wedding.

I am completely faithful to Jack, and I have zero interestingness in former men. When we have visitors to the house, I look down at my shoes and do not make eye contact with them. They do not handle me directly. They talk to seaman, and in the unlikely result that I am the subject of discussion, jackfruit answers for me.

old salt is a"hot married man ”. He enjoys sexual encounters with young adult female several prison term a week. We agree that it strengthens our relationship for me to see him happy. When he has a partner visit the bedroom, he says"9, batting cage"and I strip naked and get into a pet cage which is set on a table at the groundwork of the bed. You might think it would be humiliating for me. Often the young ladies laugh at me and treat me like a composition of shit. But on the contrary I love to feel close to him and to share his pleasure.

I grew up in East Bumfuck, Texas. It is a small agrarian townspeople in the middle of nowhere. My Mom and Dad are Chinese American. They were exacting parents - they did not allow me to escort or bring Friend to the theater, use the net or listen to medicine. Dad was very opinionated, and would call down to the family. We did not dare contradict him.

His aspect were intensely right wing - in-migration should be banned, he said - and he hated trade conjugation. Except the Henry Miller's Union, where he was a Union rep. I enjoyed going to High school - I learnt a whole unlike mankind from my teachers. My grades were excellent, and I was looking forward to attending Elmer Reizenstein University in the tumble.

At 17 years old, everyone told me that I was becoming a lovely young woman. I was the homecoming fag - and local photographer kept asking me to try out as a model. I'm 5'6"tall with longsighted pilus - I think my whisker is my prettiest feature. It is smutty and slick and falls all the way down to my waistline. I'm skinny with a 23 inch shank. I have a nice organic structure but I think my teat are too minor. They're barely a size A - Mom liked to ask me where I was when the breasts were handed out. The boys don't seem to take care and they try to pet me sometimes - I hope my fiddling brother doesn't see and report to Dad.

Of course Dad forbade any modelling gigs. He even told me not to talk to the son at school - I had to push aside their ardent attempts to befriend me, being very thrifty to avoid eye contact lens. My untried brother used to spy on me, and he would tell Dad if I broke his rules in any way.

I particularly enjoyed the Gender Identity classes at school - they taught me that there was a gay gene - that being gay was hereditary rather than as a result of life experiences. This struck a chord with me because I wasn't attracted to boys - fair sex are a good deal cuter, also gentle and lovesome. I decided that, if I could break away this loathsome habitation living, I would follow out as a lesbian

But Dad had former plans for me. He believed in arranged marriages and decided that I would marry his boss, who was 62 days old. Lao Biantai had been married four metre, each time divorcing his wives after they turned 25. They never contested the divorces, happy to hightail it his batch. I dared to beg my Dad not to marry me to Lao - and Dad beat me severely and locked me in my bedroom for a week.

Probably because of my Dad's misogynistic position, I was also becoming a budding libber. I believed that women were as equal to and intelligent as men, and I felt horrified that I would have to sacrifice my University inspiration to become a sex slave to an old pervert.

I just couldn't stand it. The nuptials had been planned for month, and would withdraw place on my 18th natal day. On the eve of my 18th. birthday, in the dead of dark, I opened the john window and climbed out, jumping down to the efflorescence bed below. I decided to travel to Los Angeles and try to jump start a modelling career.

I rode the freeway with long haulage truckers. I had no money so I slept in the back while the trucker was driving and sat in the passenger rear while he slept in the cover. I told the device driver that I had AIDS, and they decided not to plunder me. At finally I was in Golden State ! The trucker dropped me off in Lake Ontario, within an time of day's drive to LA.

I got a ride in a Mercedes Benz sportswoman car - it would be skillful to travel in vogue for a while, I thought. I told the lady in the driver's rear that I wanted to go to downtown LA - and she said no job, hop in. She was a nice looking madam in her 30s, with an athletic build and a welcoming smile. Maybe we could be protagonist in LA and she could prove me around town……

She introduced herself as Michelle, so I responded"Nice to meet you Michelle, I'm - OMG she punched me in the mouth ! And then started to strangle me !"I don't concern what your fucking public figure used to be, bellyache. Now you are # 9. sympathize ? She loosened her cargo area around my neck and asked me my name. I answered"# 9, Michelle."“ She punched me again and said"Don't call me by my name. I'm your Mistress !"I felt humiliated and degraded."# 9, Mistress."

"OK ”, she said,"There's a Zip tie around your cervix and attached to the seat headrest. It's already closely - but I can score it plastered if you resist. Just chill and you won't get hurt. I flailed at her with my fists but all I could do was to fasten the Zip Tie. I realized that I was completely in her power, and that I had better cooperate with her and go for she'd have her kicks and let me go soon.

And then…she touched my costa and began to vellicate me ! OMG ! I couldn't control myself, even though the Zip Tie restricted my ventilation while I laughed and flailed around helplessly with my mitt. Then she took my right hired man and passed it behind my binding, and brought my two wrists together and secured them behind my back with metal police cuff. She tightened the Zip Tie around my neck, got back in the driver's stern and started to force back the car, turning right and left until we arrived at a deserted area.

We stopped. She got out of the car, walked around, opened the passenger door and started to canvas my body. She caressed my pilus, stroked my cheeks and chin and whispered that I was a pin-up unseasoned lady .It was totally humiliating when she opened my mouth and pulled my tongue out. After playing with my natural language for a while she moved down to my shoulders, then my breasts. Your pap are firmly to find, she said. You need implants. size of it C would compliment your figure.

Then she took out scissors grip and cut away my T Shirt and bra. And pulled off my jeans, scanty, shoes and air sock so that I sat there completely naked. She stuffed my panties inside my sass and secured them with canal tape so I couldn't say anything. She picked up my clothes and put them in a charge card bag. She said that I wouldn't be needing them any more and threw the bag into the Bush beside the road.

Then she squeezed his finger over my wind so I couldn't breathe. At in conclusion she took his fingers off. I was gasping for air. I am your friend, she said. Don't fight me, everything will be Ok.

She put her mouth over my nuzzle and started to fondle my body. She released my nose, picked me up and felt under my butt and penetrated my ass cakehole with her finger's breadth. And stuffed something up inside ! Ouch ! I've never felt anything like that before. Then he put me down on the seat and felt me up down there."You are a Virgo !"she exclaimed."That makes my day ”, she said.

She attached heavy metal shackles to my ankle, then unlocked one of the handcuffs and relocked them in front of me. And connected the handcuffs to the trammel with a short chain so I was forced to bend forward in a foetal position. She even put limited cuffs on my pollex ! I was frightened to impress my work force for fear I might check my thumbs.

She injected my right arm with a hypodermic syringe. I tried to ask her"What did you shoot me with ?"but with my sassing gagged it came out as"wxxx xxxd u ixxxt xxxxx ”. She seemed to sympathise me."That's Rohypnol, she said."It'll help you relax."Then I tried to ask her what was going to fall out to me, why she was doing this to me etc., but she didn't seem interested. She filed on her nails, and, when she was fulfill with her handiwork, she touched up her lipstick using the driving mirror.

She wasn't going to do my motion, so I chilled, and soon I felt composure and relaxed. Then she picked me up, and carried me to the cover of the car. She opened the trunk and put me into….a suitcase ! There was plenty of room for my tight little trunk to fit in. She zipped the suitcase shut, closed the proboscis and ride off.

My first thought was……next time I'm kidnapped by a crazy psychopath, be sure enough to get into sporting underclothing. After three years on the road, my step-in tasted disgusting. And it didn't tone as though I was going to be set innocent anytime soon. What horrible experiences were waiting for me when we arrived ?

After a short meter the car started bumping, and I guessed we were on a shite road, and probably close to our destination. certainly enough, soon the car stopped. The trunk opened, she took out my travelling bag, and wheeled me ( it's a unusual sensation to be wheeled inside a suitcase ) and then set the suitcase horizontally down on the floor.

She opened the travelling bag and I angrily tried to call and demand that she set me give up. She said -"What we have here is a failure to communicate."OMG ! I recognized that phrase from a motion-picture show called"Cool script Luke"which had showed at school day. The argumentation was spoken by Strother Martin, playing the Camp Warden, to Paul Newman, playing a disaffected chain gang convict. What it meant was……"I am going to continue mistreating you until you see things my way."

"I'm going to state you a joke ”, she said.

"What is the conflict between your wife and your dog ?"

I didn't know but anyway I was in no position to reply.

"When you get home drunk at 3am in the morning, your dog is proud of to see you."And she laughed.

I don't roll in the hay how much meter went by. It felt like a week, but probably it was no long than two twenty-four hour period. I became very hungry and athirst, and the taste of my underwear did not improve. Maybe what awaited me was bad than being shut up in the suitcase. I thought long and arduous about the gag she had told me, and suddenly I understood it. Be nice to whoever opens the suitcase ... ... ...