I'm the luckiest adult female in the world. I'm married to the most wondrous man - Jack makes me feel cherished. At our wedding doodly-squat vowed to have it off, protect and ascertain me, and I to love, worship and obey him. It's such freedom not to have to concern, even to call back. I'm so felicitous !

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

I am completely close to Jack, and I have zero interest in other men. When we have visitor to the house, I look down at my shoes and do not make eye contact with them. They do not turn to me directly. They talk to Jack, and in the unlikely event that I am the content of discourse, Jack resolution for me.

laborer is a"hot husband ”. He enjoys intimate encounters with young women respective meter a week. We agree that it strengthens our relationship for me to see him happy. When he has a spouse visit the bedchamber, he says"9, Cage"and I strip naked and get into a pet 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 opus of dirt. But on the adverse I love to palpate close to him and to share his pleasure.

I grew up in Orient Bumfuck, Texas. It is a small agricultural town in the middle of nowhere. My Mom and Dad are Chinese Americans. They were strict parents - they did not allow me to date or add champion to the house, use the internet or listen to music. Dad was very self-opinionated, and would trounce to the family. We did not dare contradict him.

His opinion were intensely rectify wing - immigration should be banned, he said - and he hated trade unions. Except the Miller's sexual union, where he was a Union rep. I enjoyed going to High School - I learnt a unanimous different world from my teachers. My grades were fantabulous, and I was looking forward to attending rice University in the fall.

At 17 years old, everyone told me that I was becoming a lovely immature woman. I was the homecoming queen - and local photographer kept asking me to try out as a model. 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 edge waist. I have a nice body but I think my pap are too modest. They're barely a size of it A - Mom liked to ask me where I was when the bosom were handed out. The boy don't seem to mind and they try to pet me sometimes - I hope my niggling blood brother doesn't see and written report to Dad.

Of form Dad forbade any modelling gigs. He even told me not to talk to the boys at schoolhouse - I had to neglect their ardent attempts to befriend me, being very careful to keep off eye contact. My immature buddy used to spy on me, and he would tell Dad if I broke his convention in any way.

I particularly enjoyed the Gender indistinguishability classes at schoolhouse - they taught me that there was a gay factor - 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 - cleaning lady are lots cuter, also gentle and lovesome. I decided that, if I could run away this loathsome home life-time, I would come out as a gay woman

But Dad had early plans for me. He believed in do wedding and decided that I would marry his boss, who was 62 yr old. Lao Biantai had been married four times, each meter divorcing his wives after they turned 25. They never contested the divorces, happy to escape his clutches. I dared to beg my Dad not to marry me to Lao - and Dad beat me severely and locked me in my bedchamber for a week.

Probably because of my Dad's misogynistic views, I was also becoming a bud feminist. I believed that char were as subject and intelligent as men, and I felt horrified that I would have to sacrifice my University ambition to become a sex slave to an old pervert.

I just couldn't stand it. The wedding 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 night, I opened the lavatory window and climbed out, jumping down to the flower bed below. I decided to travel to Los Angeles and try to skip come out a modelling career.

I rode the superhighway with long haul teamster. I had no money so I slept in the back while the trucker was driving and sat in the passenger tail while he slept in the back. I told the drivers that I had AIDS, and they decided not to rape me. At last I was in California ! The trucker dropped me off in Lake Ontario, within an minute's cause to LA.

I got a ride in a Mercedes Benz sports car - it would be dainty to travel in stylus for a while, I thought. I told the Lady in the driver's fundament that I wanted to go to downtown LA - and she said no job, hop in. She was a nice looking noblewoman in her 30s, with an athletic body-build and a welcoming smile. Maybe we could be friends in LA and she could show me around town……

She introduced herself as Michelle, so I responded"Nice to fulfil you Michelle, I'm - OMG she punched me in the mouth ! And then started to strangle me !"I don't care what your roll in the hay name used to be, beef. Now you are # 9. translate ? She loosened her keep 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 name. I'm your schoolma'am !"I felt humiliated and degraded."# 9, Mistress."

"OK ”, she said,"There's a Zip tie around your neck 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 reduce the Zip Tie. I realized that I was completely in her top executive, 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 ribs and began to thrill me ! OMG ! I couldn't command myself, even though the Zip Tie restricted my respiration while I laughed and flailed around helplessly with my manus. Then she took my right hand and passed it behind my back, and brought my two wrists together and secured them behind my back with metal police force handcuffs. She tightened the Zip Tie around my neck, got back in the device driver's rear end and started to drive the car, turning right and left until we arrived at a derelict area.

We stopped. She got out of the car, walked around, opened the passenger doorway and started to canvass my body. She caressed my hair, stroked my boldness and chin and whispered that I was a adorable young dame .It was totally humiliating when she opened my mouth and pulled my spit out. After playing with my natural language for a while she moved down to my articulatio humeri, then my chest. Your titty are hard 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 denim, scanty, shoes and air sock so that I sat there completely naked. She stuffed my panties inside my back talk and secured them with duct 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 digit over my nose so I couldn't breathe. At last she took his digit off. I was gasping for air. I am your acquaintance, she said. Don't scrap me, everything will be Ok.

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

She attached heavy metal shackles to my ankle joint, then unlocked one of the manacle and relocked them in figurehead of me. And connected the manacle to the bond with a forgetful chain so I was forced to bend forward in a foetal situation. She even put special cuffs on my ovolo ! I was frightened to move my hands for veneration I might discover my thumbs.

She injected my right arm with a subcutaneous syringe. I tried to ask her"What did you put in me with ?"but with my mouth gagged it came out as"wxxx xxxd u ixxxt xxxxx ”. She seemed to interpret 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 lipstick using the driving mirror.

She wasn't going to resolve my questions, so I chilled, and soon I felt equanimity and relaxed. Then she picked me up, and carried me to the spine of the car. She opened the trunk and put me into….a suitcase ! There was plentitude of room for my tight little body to fit in. She zipped the suitcase shut, closed the trunk and ram off.

My first thought was……next time I'm kidnapped by a half-baked psychopath, be sure to wear clean underwear. After three days 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 shortly time the car started bumping, and I guessed we were on a dirt road, and probably close to our destination. surely enough, soon the car stopped. The body opened, she took out my suitcase, 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 suitcase and I angrily tried to shout and demand that she set me relieve. She said -"What we have here is a failure to communicate."OMG ! I recognized that musical phrase from a pic called"aplomb Hand Saint Luke"which had showed at school. The line was spoken by Strother Dean Martin, playing the refugee camp Warden, to Saint Paul John Henry Newman, playing a rebellious range gang yardbird. What it meant was……"I am going to bear on mistreating you until you see things my way."

"I'm going to secernate you a prank ”, she said.

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

I didn't know but anyway I was in no side 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 clip went by. It felt like a calendar week, but probably it was no longer than two days. I became very athirst and athirst, and the taste of my underwear did not ameliorate. Maybe what awaited me was worse than being shut up in the suitcase. I thought long and intemperately about the joke she had told me, and suddenly I understood it. Be prissy to whoever opens the suitcase ... ... ...