I'm the luckiest fair sex in the universe. I'm married to the most wondrous man - diddlyshit makes me find cherished. At our wedding Jack vowed to love, protect and control me, and I to screw, adoration and obey him. It's such exemption not to have to occupy, even to think. I'm so happy !

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

I am completely faithful to old salt, and I have zero interestingness in other men. When we have visitors to the house, I look down at my brake shoe and do not make eye contact with them. They do not deal me directly. They talk to Jack, and in the improbable effect that I am the issue of treatment, Jack reply for me.

laborer is a"hot husband ”. He enjoys sexual showdown with offspring women several times a week. We agree that it strengthens our family relationship for me to see him happy. When he has a better half visit the sleeping room, he says"9, cage"and I strip naked and get into a pet coop which is set on a table at the animal foot of the bed. You might guess it would be humiliating for me. Often the young gentlewoman laugh at me and treat me like a piece of crap. But on the contrary I love to sense close to him and to ploughshare his pleasure.

I grew up in East Bumfuck, Lone-Star State. It is a modest agricultural town in the middle of nowhere. My Mom and Dad are Chinese American. They were nonindulgent parents - they did not allow me to day of the month or bring Friend to the house, use the net or mind to music. Dad was very opinionative, and would lecture to the sept. We did not dare contradict him.

His position were intensely right wing - immigration should be banned, he said - and he hated swop sum. Except the Miller's wedlock, where he was a Union rep. I enjoyed going to High School - I learnt a whole dissimilar world from my instructor. My level were excellent, and I was looking forward to attending Sir Tim Rice University in the fall.

At 17 years old, everyone told me that I was becoming a lovely Young woman. I was the homecoming queen - and local anaesthetic photographers kept asking me to try out as a model. I'm 5'6"tall with long whisker - I think my fuzz is my prettiest feature. It is black and glossy and falls all the way down to my shank. I'm skinny with a 23 inch shank. I have a courteous torso but I think my boob are too small. They're barely a sizing A - Mom liked to ask me where I was when the titty were handed out. The boy don't seem to mind and they try to pet me sometimes - I hope my short brother doesn't see and story to Dad.

Of course Dad forbade any modelling lance. He even told me not to utter to the boy at school - I had to ignore their ardent endeavor to befriend me, being very measured to forfend eye 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 sexuality Identity classes at school - they taught me that there was a gay factor - that being gay was genetic rather than as a final result of life story experiences. This struck a chord with me because I wasn't attracted to boys - women are much cuter, also pacify and warm. 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 set up wedlock and decided that I would get hitched with his boss, who was 62 old age old. Lao Biantai had been married four sentence, each time divorcing his wives after they turned 25. They never contested the divorces, happy to take to the woods his clutches. I dared to beg my Dad not to tie me to Lao - and Dad beat me severely and locked me in my bedroom for a week.

Probably because of my Dad's misogynistic views, I was also becoming a budding feminist. I believed that women were as up to and levelheaded as men, and I felt horrified that I would have to sacrifice my University breathing in to become a sex striver to an old pervert.

I just couldn't stand it. The wedding had been planned for month, and would take space on my 18th natal day. On the eve of my 18th. natal day, in the dead of nighttime, I opened the bathroom windowpane and climbed out, jumping down to the efflorescence bed below. I decided to move to Los Angeles and try to jump depart a modelling career.

I rode the freeways with long haul truckers. I had no money so I slept in the backbone while the truck driver was driving and sat in the rider seat while he slept in the back. I told the device driver that I had AIDS, and they decided not to rape me. At utmost I was in California ! The trucker dropped me off in Ontario, within an 60 minutes's movement to LA.

I got a drive in a Mercedes Benz summercater car - it would be nice to travel in style for a piece, I thought. I told the peeress in the driver's seat that I wanted to go to downtown LA - and she said no problem, hop in. She was a nice looking lady in her 30s, with an athletic build and a welcoming smile. Maybe we could be Quaker 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 mouth ! And then started to stifle me !"I don't charge what your fucking name used to be, bitch. Now you are # 9. understand ? She loosened her detention around my cervix 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 schoolma'am !"I felt humiliated and degraded."# 9, Mistress."

"OK ”, she said,"There's a Zip tie around your cervix and attached to the place headrest. It's already tight - but I can make it tighter if you resist. Just frisson 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 power, and that I had better cooperate with her and hope she'd have her squawk and let me go soon.

And then…she touched my ribs and began to tickle me ! OMG ! I couldn't dominance myself, even though the Zip Tie restricted my breathing while I laughed and flailed around helplessly with my custody. Then she took my rectify handwriting and passed it behind my back, and brought my two wrists together and secured them behind my spine with metal police force handcuffs. She tightened the Zip Tie around my neck, got back in the number one wood's bum and started to drive the car, turning right and left until we arrived at a desolate area.

We stopped. She got out of the car, walked around, opened the passenger door and started to examine my trunk. She caressed my hairsbreadth, stroked my cheeks and chin and whispered that I was a lovely immature lady .It was totally humiliating when she opened my mouth and pulled my clapper out. After playing with my natural language for a piece she moved down to my articulatio humeri, then my titty. Your tits are hard to obtain, 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, scanty, shoes and socks so that I sat there completely naked. She stuffed my panties inside my mouth and secured them with channel tape 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 bushes beside the road.

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

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

She attached heavy metal trammel to my ankles, then unlocked one of the cuff and relocked them in front of me. And connected the handcuffs to the shackles with a brusk chain so I was forced to bend forward in a foetal lieu. She even put extra manacle on my quarter round ! I was frightened to run my manpower for fear I might break my thumbs.

She injected my right arm with a hypodermic syringe. I tried to ask her"What did you inject me with ?"but with my backtalk 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 happen 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 answer my inquiry, 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 traveling bag ! There was plenty of room for my blind drunk piddling body to fit in. She zipped the suitcase shut, closed the trunk and drove off.

My first thought was……next time I'm kidnapped by a sick psychopath, be for sure to wear clean underclothes. After three solar day on the road, my scanty 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 light metre the car started bumping, and I guessed we were on a dirt road, and probably close to our name and address. certain enough, soon the car stopped. The trunk opened, she took out my suitcase, and wheeled me ( it's a strange sensation to be wheeled inside a grip ) and then set the suitcase horizontally down on the floor.

She opened the traveling bag and I angrily tried to holler and demand that she set me free. She said -"What we have here is a failure to communicate."OMG ! I recognized that set phrase from a movie called"sang-froid bridge player Luke"which had showed at school. The line was spoken by Strother Steve Martin, playing the Camp Warden, to Paul Newman, playing a rebellious chain crowd convict. What it meant was……"I am going to keep mistreating you until you see affair my way."

"I'm going to differentiate you a jocularity ”, she said.

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

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

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

I don't bang how much time went by. It felt like a week, but probably it was no thirster than two 24-hour interval. I became very hungry and thirsty, and the taste of my underwear did not amend. Maybe what awaited me was high-risk than being shut up in the travelling bag. I thought long and intemperately about the joke she had told me, and suddenly I understood it. Be nice to whoever opens the suitcase ... ... ...