I'm the lucky charwoman in the creation. I'm married to the most wonderful man - diddly makes me feel cherished. At our wedding Jack vowed to love, protect and command me, and I to screw, worship and obey him. It's such freedom not to have to worry, even to think. I'm so happy !

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

I am completely faithful to shit, and I have zero interestingness in early men. When we have visitors to the star sign, 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 unbelievable event that I am the national of discussion, labourer solvent for me.

diddly-squat is a"hot husband ”. He enjoys sexual encounters with young women several times a week. We agree that it strengthens our family relationship for me to see him happy. When he has a partner visit the sleeping accommodation, he says"9, cage"and I strip naked and get into a pet batting cage which is set on a table at the foot of the bed. You might think it would be humiliating for me. Often the young ladies laugh at me and treat me like a piece of dirt. But on the contrary I love to find close to him and to part his pleasure.

I grew up in East Bumfuck, Texas. It is a minor agricultural town in the middle of nowhere. My Mom and Dad are Chinese American. They were strict parents - they did not allow me to day of the month or institute friends to the menage, use the cyberspace or listen to medicine. Dad was very opinionated, and would lecture to the family. We did not make bold contradict him.

His perspective were intensely right wing - immigration should be banned, he said - and he hated patronage unions. Except the Miller's Union, where he was a wedlock rep. I enjoyed going to High School - I learnt a whole unlike humans from my teachers. My grades were fantabulous, and I was looking forward to attending rice University in the fall.

At 17 age old, everyone told me that I was becoming a lovely young cleaning woman. I was the return queen - and topical anesthetic photographers kept asking me to try out as a modeling. I'm 5'6"tall with long hair - I think my hair is my prettiest feature. It is black and glossy and falls all the way down to my waist. I'm skinny with a 23 inch waist. I have a squeamish trunk but I think my titmouse are too lowly. They're barely a sizing A - Mom liked to ask me where I was when the breasts were handed out. The boys don't seem to listen and they try to pet me sometimes - I hope my little brother doesn't see and news report to Dad.

Of course Dad forbade any modelling gig. He even told me not to let the cat out of the bag to the male child at school - I had to ignore their ardent attack to befriend me, being very thrifty to avoid eye contact lens. My untested buddy used to spy on me, and he would secernate Dad if I broke his prescript in any way.

I particularly enjoyed the sex Identity classes at school - they taught me that there was a gay gene - that being gay was genetic rather than as a result of life experiences. This struck a chord with me because I wasn't attracted to boys - charwoman are much cuter, also gentle and warm. I decided that, if I could escape this loathsome menage life story, I would come out as a lesbian

But Dad had other plans for me. He believed in fix up marriages and decided that I would hook up with his chief, who was 62 twelvemonth old. Lao Biantai had been married four prison term, each clip divorcing his married woman after they turned 25. They never contested the divorcement, felicitous to escape his clasp. I dared to beg my Dad not to marry me to Lao - and Dad beat out me severely and locked me in my bedroom for a week.

Probably because of my Dad's misogynistic panorama, I was also becoming a budding feminist. I believed that women were as able and level-headed as men, and I felt horrified that I would get to sacrifice my University aspirations to become a sex slave 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. birthday, in the dead of night, I opened the bathroom window and climbed out, jumping down to the flower bed below. I decided to travel to Los Angeles and try to jump start a modelling career.

I rode the freeways with farseeing haul truckers. I had no money so I slept in the dorsum while the trucker was driving and sat in the passenger seat while he slept in the back. I told the device driver that I had acquired immune deficiency syndrome, and they decided not to plunder me. At final stage I was in Calif. ! The trucker dropped me off in Ontario, within an hr's drive to LA.

I got a ride in a Mercedes Benz mutant car - it would be nice to trip in style for a patch, I thought. I told the Lady in the driver's fanny 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 grin. 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 sassing ! And then started to strangle me !"I don't charge what your fucking figure used to be, bitch. Now you are # 9. Understand ? She loosened her clasp around my neck and asked me my public figure. I answered"# 9, Michelle."“ She punched me again and said"Don't call me by my public figure. 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 make it tighter if you resist. Just gelidity and you won't get hurt. I flailed at her with my fist but all I could do was to tighten up the Zip Tie. I realized that I was completely in her power, and that I had better cooperate with her and trust she'd have her kick and let me go soon.

And then…she touched my rib 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 hired man. Then she took my right manus and passed it behind my back, and brought my two wrists together and secured them behind my back with metallic element police handcuff. She tightened the Zip Tie around my neck opening, got back in the device driver's seat and started to drive the car, turning decently 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 try my body. She caressed my hair, stroked my cheeks and chin and whispered that I was a cover girl young peeress .It was totally humiliating when she opened my mouth and pulled my tongue out. After playing with my clapper for a piece she moved down to my articulatio humeri, then my breasts. Your tits are operose to recover, she said. You need implants. size of it C would congratulate your figure.

Then she took out scissors hold and cut away my T Shirt and bra. And pulled off my blue jean, panties, place and air sock so that I sat there completely naked. She stuffed my panties inside my oral fissure and secured them with duct tape so I couldn't say anything. She picked up my apparel and put them in a plastic bag. She said that I wouldn't be needing them any more and threw the bag into the bushes beside the road.

Then she squeezed his fingers over my nose 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 battle me, everything will be Ok.

She put her mouth over my intrude and started to fondle my trunk. She released my wind, picked me up and felt under my butt and penetrated my ass jam with her fingerbreadth. And stuffed something up inside ! Ouch ! I've never felt anything like that before. Then he put me down on the keister and felt me up down there."You are a virgin !"she exclaimed."That makes my day ”, she said.

She attached laborious metal hamper to my ankles, then unlocked one of the handcuff and relocked them in social movement of me. And connected the handcuffs to the shackles with a myopic range so I was forced to bend forward in a foetal position. She even put special cuffs on my quarter round ! I was frightened to act my hands for veneration I might break my thumbs.

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

She wasn't going to answer my questions, so I chilled, and soon I felt calm and relaxed. Then she picked me up, and carried me to the book binding of the car. She opened the body and put me into….a suitcase ! There was stack of way for my close little body to fit in. She zipped the suitcase shut, closed the trunk and drove off.

My first thought was……next prison term I'm kidnapped by a crazy psychopath, be certainly to wear down clean underclothes. After three sidereal day on the road, my panty tasted disgusting. And it didn't look as though I was going to be set free anytime soon. What frightful experiences were waiting for me when we arrived ?

After a brusk time the car started bumping, and I guessed we were on a dirt road, and probably close to our goal. Sure enough, soon the car stopped. The trunk opened, she took out my suitcase, and wheeled me ( it's a unknown sensation to be wheeled inside a suitcase ) and then set the suitcase horizontally down on the floor.

She opened the suitcase and I angrily tried to cry and demand that she set me free. She said -"What we have here is a failure to communicate."OMG ! I recognized that phrase from a movie called"aplomb script Luke"which had showed at school day. The blood line was spoken by Strother Martin, playing the bivouac Warden, to Apostle of the Gentiles Newman, playing a rebellious chemical chain crowd convict. What it meant was……"I am going to persist in mistreating you until you see things my way."

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

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

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

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

I don't know how much time went by. It felt like a workweek, but probably it was no longer than two days. I became very athirst and thirsty, and the tasting of my underwear did not improve. Maybe what awaited me was uncollectible than being shut up in the suitcase. I thought long and hard about the gag she had told me, and suddenly I understood it. Be courteous to whoever opens the suitcase ... ... ...