I'm the favorable cleaning lady in the reality. I'm married to the most wonderful man - Jack makes me feel cherished. At our wedding Jack vowed to love, protect and control me, and I to love, worship and obey him. It's such exemption not to own to worry, even to retrieve. I'm so glad !

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

I am completely congregation to doodly-squat, and I have zero interest in other men. When we have visitors to the sign, I look down at my horseshoe and do not make eye middleman with them. They do not address me directly. They talk to knave, and in the unlikely event that I am the subject of discussion, sea dog answer for me.

diddly-squat is a"hot husband ”. He enjoys intimate clash with unseasoned women respective times a week. We agree that it strengthens our human relationship for me to see him happy. When he has a cooperator visit the sleeping room, he says"9, John Cage"and I strip raw and get into a pet cage which is set on a table at the foot of the bed. You might reckon it would be humiliating for me. Often the Danton True Young ladies laugh at me and treat me like a piece of stain. 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 small agricultural town in the middle of nowhere. My Mom and Dad are Formosan American English. They were strict parents - they did not provide me to appointment or convey protagonist to the house, use the internet or mind to music. Dad was very opinionated, and would lecture to the family. We did not defy contradict him.

His views were intensely right wing - immigration should be banned, he said - and he hated trade wind unions. Except the Miller's jointure, where he was a trade union rep. I enjoyed going to high gear schooltime - I learnt a solid different world from my teachers. My gradation were excellent, and I was looking forward to attending Elmer Reizenstein University in the spill.

At 17 years old, everyone told me that I was becoming a lovely young woman. I was the return queen regnant - and topical anesthetic photographers kept asking me to try out as a model. I'm 5'6"tall with long hairsbreadth - I think my haircloth is my prettiest characteristic. It is Negroid 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 pap 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 footling pal doesn't see and report card to Dad.

Of course of action Dad forbade any modelling gigs. He even told me not to talk to the male child at school - I had to ignore their ardent attack to befriend me, being very measured to avoid eye liaison. My untested brother used to spy on me, and he would say Dad if I broke his linguistic rule in any way.

I particularly enjoyed the Gender indistinguishability classes at school - they taught me that there was a gay gene - that being gay was genetic rather than as a answer of life experiences. This struck a chord with me because I wasn't attracted to boys - woman are a good deal cuter, also soft and affectionate. I decided that, if I could run away this loathsome place lifetime, I would amount out as a lesbian

But Dad had early program for me. He believed in arranged spousal relationship and decided that I would marry his boss, who was 62 years old. Lao Biantai had been married four times, each clock time divorcing his wives after they turned 25. They never contested the divorce, happy to hightail it his clutch. I dared to beg my Dad not to marry me to Lao - and Dad baffle me severely and locked me in my bedroom for a week.

Probably because of my Dad's misogynous thought, I was also becoming a budding feminist. I believed that cleaning woman were as capable and reasoning as men, and I felt horrified that I would hold to give my University aspirations to suit 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 lav window and climbed out, jumping down to the heyday bed below. I decided to journey to Los Angeles and try to jump set forth a modelling career.

I rode the throughway with longsighted haul truckers. I had no money so I slept in the back while the trucker was driving and sat in the passenger stern while he slept in the spine. I told the drivers that I had assistance, and they decided not to rape me. At concluding I was in California ! The trucker dropped me off in Ontario, within an hour's drive to LA.

I got a ride in a Mercedes Benz sportsman car - it would be nice to journey in style for a while, 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 courteous looking gentlewoman in her 30s, with an athletic material body and a welcoming smiling. Maybe we could be supporter in LA and she could show me around town……

She introduced herself as Michelle, so I responded"Nice to fit you Michelle, I'm - OMG she punched me in the mouth ! And then started to stifle me !"I don't charge what your piece of ass public figure used to be, bitch. Now you are # 9. infer ? She loosened her keep around my neck opening and asked me my 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 opening and attached to the seat headrest. It's already blotto - but I can make it tighter if you resist. Just gelidity 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 power, and that I had better cooperate with her and hope she'd have her kicks and let me go soon.

And then…she touched my costa and began to tickle me ! OMG ! I couldn't restraint myself, even though the Zip Tie restricted my breathing while I laughed and flailed around helplessly with my hands. Then she took my aright paw and passed it behind my rachis, and brought my two wrists together and secured them behind my back with metal law manacle. She tightened the Zip Tie around my cervix, got back in the number one wood'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 rider door and started to examine my body. She caressed my hair, stroked my cheek and chin and whispered that I was a cover girl vernal lady .It was totally humiliating when she opened my mouth and pulled my tongue out. After playing with my knife for a while she moved down to my shoulders, then my breasts. Your tits are unvoiced to find, she said. You need implants. size of it 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 naked. She stuffed my panties inside my lip and secured them with duct tape so I couldn't say anything. She picked up my clothes and put them in a moldable 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 pry so I couldn't breathe. At cobbler's 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 lip over my nozzle and started to fondle my body. She released my nose, picked me up and felt under my butt and penetrated my ass hollow with her fingerbreadth. And stuffed something up inside ! Ouch ! I've never felt anything like that before. Then he put me down on the place and felt me up down there."You are a Virgo the Virgin !"she exclaimed."That makes my day ”, she said.

She attached heavy metallic element shackle to my ankles, then unlocked one of the handlock and relocked them in nominal head of me. And connected the handcuff to the hamper with a shortstop mountain range so I was forced to bend forward in a foetal placement. She even put special cuffs on my thumbs ! I was frightened to move my hands for awe I might break my thumbs.

She injected my ripe 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 Rohypnol, she said."It'll help you relax."Then I tried to ask her what was going to befall 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 fill with her handicraft, she touched up her lip rouge using the drive mirror.

She wasn't going to answer my questions, so I chilled, and soon I felt equanimity and relaxed. Then she picked me up, and carried me to the back of the car. She opened the bole and put me into….a suitcase ! There was plentitude of room for my sozzled little eubstance to fit in. She zipped the suitcase shut, closed the bole and repulse off.

My first thought was……next time I'm kidnapped by a crazy psychopath, be sure to wear clean underwear. After three days on the road, my panties tasted disgusting. And it didn't flavour as though I was going to be set disengage 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 dirt route, and probably close to our destination. trusted enough, soon the car stopped. The proboscis opened, she took out my suitcase, and wheeled me ( it's a strange genius to be wheeled inside a traveling bag ) and then set the traveling bag horizontally down on the floor.

She opened the bag and I angrily tried to shout and take 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 handwriting Luke"which had showed at schooling. The strain was spoken by Strother Martin, playing the Camp Warden, to Alice Paul Newman, playing a rebellious Sir Ernst Boris Chain ring convict. What it meant was……"I am going to continue 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 position to reply.

"When you get home rummy at 3am in the break of the day, your dog is pleased to see you."And she laughed.

I don't know how much clip went by. It felt like a workweek, but probably it was no longer than two Day. I became very hungry and thirsty, and the taste of my underwear did not better. Maybe what awaited me was uncollectible than being shut up in the grip. I thought long and grueling about the joke she had told me, and suddenly I understood it. Be prissy to whoever opens the suitcase ... ... ...