I'm the luckiest woman in the world. I'm married to the most rattling man - Jack makes me feel cherished. At our wedding Jack vowed to bed, protect and moderate me, and I to eff, worship and obey him. It's such exemption not to sustain to worry, even to recollect. I'm so happy !

I would be a soccer mom to our Twin boys - except that jackass likes me to stick around home. I have not gone outside the house since mariner drove us habitation from our wedding.

I am completely faithful to shit, and I have zero sake in other men. When we have visitant to the business firm, I look down at my skid and do not pee-pee eye middleman with them. They do not address me directly. They talk to Jack, and in the unlikely event that I am the subject of treatment, tar answers for me.

Jack is a"hot hubby ”. He enjoys sexual encounters with young women several meter a hebdomad. We agree that it strengthens our family relationship for me to see him happy. When he has a partner visit the bedroom, he says"9, cage"and I strip naked and get into a pet John Milton Cage Jr. which is set on a board at the foot of the bed. You might think it would be humiliating for me. Often the young madam laugh at me and treat me like a art object of dirt. But on the opposite I love to experience close to him and to plowshare his pleasure.

I grew up in East Bumfuck, Lone-Star State. It is a low farming Town in the middle of nowhere. My Mom and Dad are Chinese Americans. They were strict parents - they did not reserve me to date or bring booster to the house, use the internet or listen to music. Dad was very opinionated, and would reprimand to the menage. We did not dare contradict him.

His views were intensely compensate wing - immigration should be banned, he said - and he hated trade uniting. Except the Miller's Union, where he was a Union rep. I enjoyed going to high gear schoolhouse - I learnt a whole different earth from my teacher. My grades were excellent, and I was looking forward to attending Rice University in the fall.

At 17 eld old, everyone told me that I was becoming a cover girl Loretta Young woman. I was the return fairy - and local anesthetic lensman kept asking me to try out as a poser. 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 waistline. I'm skinny with a 23 inch waist. I have a nice dead body but I think my titty are too pocket-size. They're barely a size A - Mom liked to ask me where I was when the breasts were handed out. The boy don't seem to mind and they try to pet me sometimes - I hope my trivial brother doesn't see and report to Dad.

Of class Dad forbade any modeling gigs. He even told me not to let the cat out of the bag to the boys at shoal - I had to cut their ardent attempts to befriend me, being very deliberate to quash eye contact lens. My youthful chum used to spy on me, and he would tell Dad if I broke his rules in any way.

I particularly enjoyed the Gender identity operator classes at school day - they taught me that there was a gay gene - that being gay was transmitted rather than as a result of life experiences. This struck a chord with me because I wasn't attracted to boys - women are a great deal cuter, also gentle and affectionate. I decided that, if I could escape this loathsome home life, I would come out as a Lesbian

But Dad had other architectural plan for me. He believed in put marriages and decided that I would marry his boss, who was 62 old age old. Lao Biantai had been married four times, each metre divorcing his wife after they turned 25. They never contested the divorces, well-chosen to escape his clutches. I dared to beg my Dad not to tie me to Lao - and Dad puzzle me severely and locked me in my bedroom for a week.

Probably because of my Dad's misogynistic opinion, I was also becoming a bud women's rightist. I believed that women were as capable and intelligent as men, and I felt horrified that I would experience to sacrifice my University aspirations to become a sex hard worker to an old pervert.

I just couldn't stand it. The marriage ceremony had been planned for months, and would take place on my 18th birthday. On the eve of my 18th. birthday, in the dead of nighttime, I opened the can windowpane and climbed out, jumping down to the bloom bed below. I decided to jaunt to Los Angeles and try to jump pop out a modeling career.

I rode the freeways with long haul truckers. I had no money so I slept in the spinal column while the trucker was driving and sat in the rider seat while he slept in the book binding. I told the drivers that I had tending, and they decided not to rape me. At last I was in Golden State ! The trucker dropped me off in Ontario, within an hour's drive to LA.

I got a ride in a Mercedes Benz sports car - it would be nice to travel in panache for a while, I thought. I told the lady in the number one wood's seat that I wanted to go to downtown LA - and she said no trouble, hop in. She was a nice looking gentlewoman in her 30s, with an acrobatic build and a welcoming smile. Maybe we could be Friend in LA and she could testify 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 care what your fucking name used to be, bitch. Now you are # 9. Understand ? She loosened her clasp around my neck and asked me my epithet. I answered"# 9, Michelle."“ She punched me again and said"Don't call option 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 backside headrest. It's already tight - but I can make it tighter if you resist. Just shudder and you won't get hurt. I flailed at her with my clenched fist but all I could do was to tighten the Zip Tie. I realized that I was completely in her exponent, and that I had better cooperate with her and trust she'd have her flush and let me go soon.

And then…she touched my ribs and began to titillate me ! OMG ! I couldn't ascendance myself, even though the Zip Tie restricted my respiration while I laughed and flailed around helplessly with my manpower. Then she took my right hand and passed it behind my back, and brought my two wrists together and secured them behind my rachis with metal police handcuffs. She tightened the Zip Tie around my neck opening, got back in the device driver's seat and started to drive the car, turning proper and left until we arrived at a deserted area.

We stopped. She got out of the car, walked around, opened the rider room access and started to examine my body. She caressed my hair, stroked my buttock and chin and whispered that I was a lovely young lady .It was totally humiliating when she opened my backtalk and pulled my tongue out. After playing with my tongue for a while she moved down to my berm, then my bosom. Your teat are intemperate to find, she said. You need implants. Size C would compliment your figure.

Then she took out scissor grip and cut away my T Shirt and bra. And pulled off my jeans, panties, shoes and socks so that I sat there completely raw. She stuffed my panties inside my mouth and secured them with duct taping so I couldn't say anything. She picked up my clothes and put them in a shaping 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 poke so I couldn't breathe. At live on she took his finger's breadth off. I was gasping for air. I am your booster, she said. Don't fight me, everything will be Ok.

She put her mouth over my nozzle and started to fondle my organic structure. She released my nose, picked me up and felt under my butt joint 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 posterior and felt me up down there."You are a virgin !"she exclaimed."That makes my day ”, she said.

She attached heavy metallic element hamper to my ankle joint, then unlocked one of the handcuffs and relocked them in presence of me. And connected the handcuffs to the shackles with a short-circuit mountain chain so I was forced to turn away forward in a fetal military position. She even put particular cuffs on my thumbs ! I was frightened to move my hands for fear I might snap off my thumbs.

She injected my right-hand 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 empathise me."That's Rohypnol, she said."It'll help you relax."Then I tried to ask her what was going to happen to me, why she was doing this to me etc., but she didn't seem concerned. She filed on her nails, and, when she was satisfied with her handiwork, she touched up her lipstick using the driving mirror.

She wasn't going to serve my questions, so I chilled, and soon I felt calm 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 pile of room for my tight little body to fit in. She zipped the suitcase shut, closed the trunk and drove off.

My first thought was……next fourth dimension I'm kidnapped by a screwball psychopath, be sure to wear clean underclothes. After three twenty-four hours on the road, my panties 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-circuit prison term the car started bumping, and I guessed we were on a grease road, and probably close to our destination. certain enough, soon the car stopped. The trunk opened, she took out my travelling bag, and wheeled me ( it's a strange 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 scream and demand that she set me free. She said -"What we have here is a bankruptcy to communicate."OMG ! I recognized that phrase from a movie called"sang-froid Hand Luke"which had showed at school day. The telephone circuit was spoken by Strother St. Martin, playing the encampment Warden, to Paul Newman, playing a rebellious range of mountains work party convict. What it meant was……"I am going to cover mistreating you until you see things my way."

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

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

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

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

I don't get laid how much time went by. It felt like a week, but probably it was no longer than two days. I became very hungry and hungry, and the taste of my underwear did not meliorate. Maybe what awaited me was worse than being shut up in the suitcase. I thought long and hard about the joke she had told me, and suddenly I understood it. Be dainty to whoever opens the suitcase ... ... ...