I'm the prosperous woman in the human race. I'm married to the most rattling man - tar makes me find cherished. At our wedding jackstones vowed to love, protect and control me, and I to love, adoration and obey him. It's such freedom not to bear to worry, even to think. I'm so well-chosen !

I would be a soccer mom to our counterpart boys - except that Jack likes me to detain habitation. I have not gone outside the firm since Jack drove us dwelling from our wedding.

I am completely close to Jack, and I have zero interest in other 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 address me directly. They talk to Jack, and in the unconvincing event that I am the subject of discussion, old salt resolution for me.

Jack is a"hot hubby ”. He enjoys sexual encounter with young cleaning woman various time a workweek. We agree that it strengthens our relationship for me to see him happy. When he has a pardner visit the bedroom, he says"9, cage"and I strip naked and get into a pet cage which is set on a mesa at the foot of the bed. You might mean it would be humiliating for me. Often the young ladies laugh at me and treat me like a objet d'art of dirt. 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 minor agricultural township in the middle of nowhere. My Mom and Dad are Chinese American. They were strict parents - they did not allow me to date or add champion to the house, use the net or listen to music. Dad was very opinionative, and would bawl out to the family. We did not defy contradict him.

His eyeshot were intensely right wing - immigration should be banned, he said - and he hated trade unions. Except the Henry Valentine Miller's Union, where he was a matrimony rep. I enjoyed going to High schoolhouse - I learnt a whole different mankind from my teacher. My grades were first-class, and I was looking forward to attending Rice University in the fall.

At 17 years old, everyone told me that I was becoming a adorable Cy Young woman. I was the homecoming queen - and local anaesthetic photographers kept asking me to try out as a role model. I'm 5'6"tall with long hair - I think my hair is my prettiest lineament. It is smuggled and shiny and falls all the way down to my waist. I'm skinny with a 23 inch shank. I have a nice torso but I think my mammilla are too humble. 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 beware and they try to pet me sometimes - I hope my little blood brother doesn't see and theme to Dad.

Of course Dad forbade any model spear. He even told me not to talk to the son at school - I had to ignore their ardent attempts to befriend me, being very careful to avoid eye physical contact. My younger 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 day - they taught me that there was a gay gene - that being gay was hereditary rather than as a resultant of life experiences. This struck a chord with me because I wasn't attracted to boys - cleaning lady are much cuter, also gentle and fond. I decided that, if I could break away this loathsome home life, I would come out as a tribade

But Dad had other plans for me. He believed in arranged wedlock and decided that I would marry his boss, who was 62 years old. Lao Biantai had been married four times, each time divorcing his married woman after they turned 25. They never contested the divorces, happy to bunk his clench. I dared to beg my Dad not to get married me to Lao - and Dad outfox me severely and locked me in my bedroom for a week.

Probably because of my Dad's misogynous views, I was also becoming a budding feminist. I believed that adult female were as capable and intelligent as men, and I felt horrified that I would have to sacrifice my University inhalation to become a sex striver to an old pervert.

I just couldn't stand it. The wedding had been planned for months, and would take place on my 18th birthday. On the eve of my 18th. natal day, in the dead of Night, I opened the bathroom window and climbed out, jumping down to the flush bed below. I decided to travel to Los Angeles and try to startle start up a modelling career.

I rode the freeways with foresightful haul teamster. I had no money so I slept in the rachis while the trucker was driving and sat in the passenger tush while he slept in the back. I told the number one wood that I had AIDS, and they decided not to violate me. At last I was in Calif. ! The trucker dropped me off in Ontario, within an minute's drive to LA.

I got a drive in a Mercedes Benz play car - it would be nice to travel in style for a patch, I thought. I told the ma'am in the driver's seat that I wanted to go to downtown LA - and she said no problem, hop in. She was a dainty looking lady in her 30s, with an athletic build and a welcoming smile. Maybe we could be booster in LA and she could show me around town……

She introduced herself as Michelle, so I responded"Nice to meet you Michelle, I'm - OMG she punched me in the sassing ! And then started to strangle me !"I don't care what your nookie name used to be, gripe. Now you are # 9. empathise ? She loosened her cargo deck 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 neck and attached to the seat headrest. It's already tight - but I can create it tighter 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 tighten the Zip Tie. I realized that I was completely in her business leader, and that I had better cooperate with her and hope she'd have her rush and let me go soon.

And then…she touched my ribs and began to tickle me ! OMG ! I couldn't control myself, even though the Zip Tie restricted my breathing while I laughed and flailed around helplessly with my hands. Then she took my right hand and passed it behind my back, and brought my two wrist joint together and secured them behind my back with metal police handcuffs. She tightened the Zip Tie around my neck, got back in the driver's seat and started to drive the car, turning right and left until we arrived at a forsake area.

We stopped. She got out of the car, walked around, opened the passenger door and started to test my trunk. She caressed my whisker, stroked my cheeks and chin and whispered that I was a lovely Loretta Young gentlewoman .It was totally humiliating when she opened my mouth and pulled my tongue out. After playing with my tongue for a while she moved down to my shoulder, then my breast. Your tits are hard to get, she said. You need implants. Size C would compliment your figure.

Then she took out scissors and cut away my T Shirt and bra. And pulled off my jeans, panties, shoes and socks so that I sat there completely naked. She stuffed my panties inside my backtalk and secured them with duct tape measure so I couldn't say anything. She picked up my clothes and put them in a plastic bag. She said that I wouldn't be needing them any more and threw the bag into the scrub beside the road.

Then she squeezed his digit over my poke so I couldn't breathe. At cobbler's last she took his fingerbreadth off. I was gasping for air. I am your friend, she said. Don't engagement me, everything will be Ok.

She put her sassing over my nose and started to caress my body. She released my olfactory organ, picked me up and felt under my butt and penetrated my ass hole with her fingers. And stuffed something up inside ! Ouch ! I've never felt anything like that before. Then he put me down on the tail end and felt me up down there."You are a virgin !"she exclaimed."That makes my day ”, she said.

She attached big metal trammel to my ankle, then unlocked one of the handcuffs and relocked them in front of me. And connected the handcuffs to the shackles with a short chain so I was forced to twist forward in a foetal billet. She even put limited handcuff on my quarter round ! I was frightened to move my helping hand for fear I might weaken my thumbs.

She injected my correctly arm with a hypodermic syringe. I tried to ask her"What did you inject me with ?"but with my mouth gagged it came out as"wxxx xxxd u ixxxt xxxxx ”. She seemed to understand me."That's flunitrazepan, she said."It'll assist you relax."Then I tried to ask her what was going to find 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 satisfied with her handiwork, she touched up her lip rouge using the driving mirror.

She wasn't going to do my enquiry, so I chilled, and soon I felt composure and relaxed. Then she picked me up, and carried me to the back of the car. She opened the trunk and put me into….a suitcase ! There was wad of elbow room for my wet petty physical structure to fit in. She zipped the suitcase shut, closed the trunk and force off.

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

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

She opened the suitcase and I angrily tried to scream and demand that she set me devoid. She said -"What we have here is a nonstarter to communicate."OMG ! I recognized that idiom from a flick called"cool deal Gospel According to Luke"which had showed at school. The production line was spoken by Strother Dino Paul Crocetti, playing the inner circle Warden, to Paul Newman, playing a malcontent chain gang yard bird. What it meant was……"I am going to go forward mistreating you until you see things my way."

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

"What is the difference between your married woman and your dog ?"

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

"When you get home inebriate at 3am in the good morning, your dog is pleased to see you."And she laughed.

I don't recognize how much time went by. It felt like a workweek, but probably it was no prospicient than two solar day. I became very hungry and athirst, and the taste of my underwear did not amend. Maybe what awaited me was worse than being shut up in the suitcase. I thought long and voiceless about the jest she had told me, and suddenly I understood it. Be nice to whoever opens the suitcase ... ... ...