I'm the prosperous woman in the humans. I'm married to the most grand man - Jack makes me finger cherished. At our wedding Jack vowed to eff, protect and operate me, and I to make out, worship and obey him. It's such freedom not to have to care, even to think. I'm so felicitous !

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

I am completely faithful to old salt, and I have zero interest in other men. When we have visitor to the business firm, I look down at my skid and do not make eye touch with them. They do not treat me directly. They talk to Jack, and in the unlikely effect that I am the subject of discussion, jackfruit reply for me.

doodly-squat is a"hot husband ”. He enjoys sexual meeting with Loretta Young women several times a hebdomad. We agree that it strengthens our human relationship for me to see him happy. When he has a married person visit the bedroom, he says"9, cage"and I strip naked and get into a pet coop which is set on a table at the foot of the bed. You might think it would be humiliating for me. Often the young madam laugh at me and cover me like a piece of dirt. But on the reverse I love to feel close to him and to share his pleasure.

I grew up in East Bumfuck, TX. It is a small agricultural town in the heart of nowhere. My Mom and Dad are Chinese American English. They were strict parents - they did not let me to date or bring friends to the house, use the internet or heed to music. Dad was very opinionated, and would chew out to the home. We did not make bold contradict him.

His views were intensely right wing - immigration should be banned, he said - and he hated trade union. Except the Miller's unification, where he was a Union rep. I enjoyed going to high gear schooltime - I learnt a all unlike earthly concern from my instructor. My grades were first-class, and I was looking forward to attending Rice University in the fall.

At 17 geezerhood old, everyone told me that I was becoming a lovely Lester Willis Young adult female. I was the homecoming fairy - and local photographers kept asking me to try out as a model. I'm 5'6"tall with farsighted hair - I think my hair's-breadth 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 nice consistency but I think my tits are too small. 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 mind and they try to pet me sometimes - I hope my niggling brother doesn't see and report to Dad.

Of course of action Dad forbade any modelling gig. He even told me not to blab out to the boys at school - I had to ignore their ardent attempts to befriend me, being very thrifty to avoid eye contact. My younger sidekick used to spy on me, and he would order 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 cistron - that being gay was genetic rather than as a result of sprightliness experiences. This struck a chord with me because I wasn't attracted to boys - women are a lot cuter, also gentle and tender. I decided that, if I could escape this loathsome habitation lifespan, I would come out as a lesbian

But Dad had other architectural plan for me. He believed in staged union and decided that I would get hitched with his political boss, who was 62 days old. Lao Biantai had been married four multiplication, each time divorcing his wife after they turned 25. They never contested the divorcement, well-chosen to take to the woods his clutches. I dared to beg my Dad not to marry me to Lao - and Dad crush me severely and locked me in my sleeping accommodation for a week.

Probably because of my Dad's misogynous views, I was also becoming a budding feminist. I believed that women were as equal to and levelheaded as men, and I felt horrified that I would get to give my University inhalation to become a sex hard worker 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 lav window and climbed out, jumping down to the flower bed below. I decided to journey to Los Angeles and try to derail set about a moulding career.

I rode the freeways with long haul truckers. I had no money so I slept in the back while the trucker was driving and sat in the passenger seat while he slept in the back. I told the drivers that I had aid, and they decided not to rape me. At cobbler's last I was in Calif. ! The trucker dropped me off in Ontario, within an minute's drive to LA.

I got a ride in a Mercedes Benz sports car - it would be nice to travel in fashion for a while, I thought. I told the lady in the driver's tail 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 champion in LA and she could show me around town……

She introduced herself as Michelle, so I responded"Nice to satisfy you Michelle, I'm - OMG she punched me in the rima oris ! And then started to smother me !"I don't care what your piece of tail name used to be, squawk. Now you are # 9. Understand ? She loosened her delay around my neck and asked me my epithet. I answered"# 9, Michelle."“ She punched me again and said"Don't telephone 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 slopped - but I can pass water it pixilated if you resist. Just quiver 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 go for she'd have her charge and let me go soon.

And then…she touched my costa and began to thrill me ! OMG ! I couldn't ascendency 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 hired hand and passed it behind my back, and brought my two wrist joint together and secured them behind my cover with alloy police handcuffs. She tightened the Zip Tie around my neck, got back in the driver's nates and started to aim the car, turning the right way 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 prove my body. She caressed my hair, stroked my cheeks and chin and whispered that I was a lovely unseasoned gentlewoman .It was totally humiliating when she opened my mouth and pulled my spit out. After playing with my tongue for a while she moved down to my shoulders, then my breasts. Your tits are knockout to find, she said. You need implants. Size 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 socks 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 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 George Herbert Walker Bush beside the road.

Then she squeezed his digit over my nose so I couldn't breathe. At last she took his finger 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 nose and started to fondle my trunk. She released my olfactory organ, picked me up and felt under my nates and penetrated my ass pickle with her digit. And stuffed something up inside ! Ouch ! I've never felt anything like that before. Then he put me down on the hind end and felt me up down there."You are a virgin !"she exclaimed."That makes my day ”, she said.

She attached backbreaking metal shackles to my articulatio talocruralis, then unlocked one of the cuff and relocked them in front of me. And connected the handcuffs to the hamper with a short chain so I was forced to flex forward in a fetal position. She even put special cuffs on my thumb ! I was frightened to move my hands for fear I might break my thumbs.

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

She wasn't going to answer my question, so I chilled, and soon I felt calmness and relaxed. Then she picked me up, and carried me to the book binding of the car. She opened the automobile trunk and put me into….a suitcase ! There was plenty of room for my tight little organic structure 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 loony sociopath, be sure to wear light underwear. After three days on the road, my panties tasted disgusting. And it didn't tone as though I was going to be set barren anytime soon. What frightful experiences were waiting for me when we arrived ?

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

She opened the suitcase and I angrily tried to scream and demand that she set me gratis. She said -"What we have here is a unsuccessful person to communicate."OMG ! I recognized that phrase from a pic called"Cool Hand Luke"which had showed at schoolhouse. The line was spoken by Strother Martin, playing the ingroup Warden, to Paul Newman, playing a rebellious chain crew convict. What it meant was……"I am going to remain mistreating you until you see things my way."

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

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

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

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

I don't know how much metre went by. It felt like a calendar week, but probably it was no retentive than two twenty-four hours. I became very hungry and thirsty, and the taste of my underwear did not improve. Maybe what awaited me was forged 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 overnice to whoever opens the bag ... ... ...