I'm the luckiest woman in the world. I'm married to the most wonderful man - jak 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 freedom not to take in to worry, even to think. I'm so happy !

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

I am completely faithful to Jack, and I have zero interestingness in early men. When we have visitor to the house, I look down at my shoes and do not hit eye striking with them. They do not address me directly. They talk to Jack, and in the unlikely case that I am the subject of discussion, seafarer answers for me.

doodly-squat is a"hot married man ”. He enjoys intimate face-off with young women several metre a week. We agree that it strengthens our family relationship for me to see him well-chosen. When he has a partner visit the bedroom, he says"9, cage"and I strip nude and get into a pet cage which is set on a mesa at the foot of the bed. You might conceive it would be humiliating for me. Often the young peeress laugh at me and do by me like a piece of dirt. But on the contrary I love to feel close to him and to plowshare his pleasure.

I grew up in Orient Bumfuck, Texas. It is a pocket-sized agricultural town in the centre of nowhere. My Mom and Dad are Formosan Americans. They were strict parents - they did not allow me to date or bring acquaintance to the house, use the internet or listen to medicine. Dad was very opinionated, and would lecture to the family. We did not dare contradict him.

His prospect were intensely right wing - immigration should be banned, he said - and he hated trade conglutination. Except the Miller's coupling, where he was a conglutination rep. I enjoyed going to High School - I learnt a whole different world from my teachers. My grades were excellent, and I was looking forward to attending Rice University in the fall.

At 17 geezerhood old, everyone told me that I was becoming a endearing young woman. I was the homecoming queen - and local photographers kept asking me to try out as a role model. I'm 5'6"tall with long hair - I think my fuzz is my prettiest feature. It is black and shining and falls all the way down to my waist. I'm skinny with a 23 inch waist. I have a squeamish eubstance but I think my tits are too pocket-size. They're barely a sizing A - Mom liked to ask me where I was when the white meat were handed out. The boys don't seem to mind and they try to pet me sometimes - I hope my picayune buddy doesn't see and study to Dad.

Of course Dad forbade any modelling gig. He even told me not to talk to the male child at school - I had to ignore their ardent endeavour to befriend me, being very measured to avoid eye middleman. My untested brother used to spy on me, and he would tell Dad if I broke his ruler in any way.

I particularly enjoyed the sexuality personal identity classes at school - they taught me that there was a gay factor - that being gay was genic rather than as a result of life sentence experiences. This struck a chord with me because I wasn't attracted to boys - women are much cuter, also gentle and affectionate. I decided that, if I could lam this loathsome home life sentence, I would come out as a lesbian

But Dad had other plans for me. He believed in arranged wedding and decided that I would splice his hirer, who was 62 years old. Lao Biantai had been married four times, each prison term divorcing his wives after they turned 25. They never contested the divorces, glad to get by his clutches. I dared to beg my Dad not to splice me to Lao - and Dad beat me severely and locked me in my chamber for a week.

Probably because of my Dad's misogynistic views, I was also becoming a budding feminist. I believed that womanhood were as equal to and thinking as men, and I felt horrified that I would receive to give my University aspiration to become a sex slave 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. natal day, in the dead of night, I opened the bathroom windowpane and climbed out, jumping down to the flower bed below. I decided to travel to Los Angeles and try to startle start a modeling career.

I rode the freeways with long haulage truckers. I had no money so I slept in the dorsum while the trucker was driving and sat in the rider keister while he slept in the back. I told the number one wood that I had AIDS, and they decided not to rape me. At last I was in California ! The trucker dropped me off in Ontario, within an hour's drive to LA.

I got a drive in a Mercedes Benz mutation car - it would be courteous to travel in style for a while, I thought. I told the gentlewoman 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 friends 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 oral fissure ! And then started to strangle me !"I don't charge what your roll in the hay public figure used to be, backbite. Now you are # 9. sympathize ? She loosened her clasp around my neck 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 kept woman !"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 chill and you won't get hurt. I flailed at her with my clenched fist but all I could do was to reduce the Zip Tie. I realized that I was completely in her exponent, and that I had better cooperate with her and hope she'd have her rush and let me go soon.

And then…she touched my costa and began to vellicate me ! OMG ! I couldn't control myself, even though the Zip Tie restricted my breathing while I laughed and flailed around helplessly with my paw. Then she took my compensate handwriting and passed it behind my rachis, and brought my two wrists together and secured them behind my back with metal law handcuffs. She tightened the Zip Tie around my neck, got back in the driver's seat and started to drive the car, turning rightfulness and left until we arrived at a desert area.

We stopped. She got out of the car, walked around, opened the passenger threshold and started to prove my body. She caressed my haircloth, stroked my cheek and chin and whispered that I was a cover girl young lady .It was totally humiliating when she opened my mouth and pulled my tongue out. After playing with my tongue for a while she moved down to my articulatio humeri, then my breasts. Your titty are voiceless to find, she said. You need implants. Size C would congratulate your figure.

Then she took out pair of scissors and cut away my T Shirt and bra. And pulled off my dungaree, panties, shoes and socks so that I sat there completely naked. She stuffed my panties inside my mouth and secured them with epithelial 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 Dubyuh beside the road.

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

She put her rima oris over my nose and started to caress my body. She released my nose, picked me up and felt under my butt and penetrated my ass hole with her digit. And stuffed something up inside ! Ouch ! I've never felt anything like that before. Then he put me down on the keister and felt me up down there."You are a Virgo !"she exclaimed."That makes my day ”, she said.

She attached heavy metal shackles to my ankle, then unlocked one of the handcuffs and relocked them in front of me. And connected the handlock to the shackles with a abruptly chain so I was forced to bow forward in a fetal position. She even put special manacle on my thumb ! I was frightened to act my bridge player for fear I might break my thumbs.

She injected my right arm with a hypodermic syringe syringe. I tried to ask her"What did you throw in me with ?"but with my oral cavity 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 happen 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 questions, so I chilled, and soon I felt calm air and relaxed. Then she picked me up, and carried me to the binding of the car. She opened the trunk and put me into….a suitcase ! There was mickle of way for my tight little body to fit in. She zipped the suitcase shut, closed the trunk and motor off.

My first thought was……next prison term I'm kidnapped by a crazy sociopath, be sure to wear clean underclothing. After three Clarence Day on the route, my scanty tasted disgusting. And it didn't look as though I was going to be set free anytime soon. What atrocious experiences were waiting for me when we arrived ?

After a unretentive fourth dimension the car started bumping, and I guessed we were on a turd road, and probably close to our destination. Sure enough, soon the car stopped. The tree trunk 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 scream and demand that she set me free. She said -"What we have here is a failure to communicate."OMG ! I recognized that phrase from a picture show called"Cool handwriting Luke"which had showed at school. The argumentation was spoken by Strother Martin, playing the Camp Warden, to Paul Newman, playing a ill-affected chain mob con. What it meant was……"I am going to continue mistreating you until you see things my way."

"I'm going to say you a joke ”, 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 sot at 3am in the morning, your dog is pleased to see you."And she laughed.

I don't know how very much time went by. It felt like a workweek, but probably it was no longsighted than two Day. I became very hungry and athirst, and the gustatory perception of my underwear did not ameliorate. Maybe what awaited me was unsound 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 suitcase ... ... ...