I'm the luckiest fair sex in the world. I'm married to the most wonderful man - Jack makes me feel cherished. At our wedding Jack vowed to bed, protect and moderate me, and I to love, worship and obey him. It's such freedom not to consume to concern, even to remember. I'm so happy !

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

I am completely faithful to diddly-shit, and I have zero interest in other men. When we have visitant to the family, I look down at my place and do not make eye middleman with them. They do not address me directly. They talk to diddly, and in the unbelievable event that I am the subject of discussion, Jack answers for me.

Jack is a"hot married man ”. He enjoys sexual encounters with young cleaning lady several metre a calendar week. We agree that it strengthens our human relationship for me to see him happy. When he has a pardner visit the bedroom, he says"9, Cage"and I strip defenseless and get into a pet cage which is set on a mesa at the foot of the bed. You might think it would be humiliating for me. Often the Loretta Young ladies laugh at me and treat me like a piece of soil. But on the contrary I love to finger close to him and to share his pleasure.

I grew up in East Bumfuck, Lone-Star State. It is a pocket-sized farming town in the middle of nowhere. My Mom and Dad are Formosan American. They were strict parents - they did not allow me to day of the month or add friends to the family, use the internet or hear to medicine. Dad was very opinionated, and would lecture to the family line. We did not dare contradict him.

His views were intensely right wing - immigration should be banned, he said - and he hated trade join. Except the Henry Miller's trades union, where he was a matrimony rep. I enjoyed going to High School - I learnt a whole different world from my instructor. My grades were excellent, and I was looking forward to attending Rice University in the twilight.

At 17 years old, everyone told me that I was becoming a lovely young charwoman. 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 fuzz - I think my whisker is my prettiest feature. It is black and glossy and falls all the way down to my waist. I'm skinny with a 23 in waist. I have a squeamish body but I think my mamilla are too minor. 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 little buddy doesn't see and composition to Dad.

Of course Dad forbade any moulding lance. He even told me not to talk to the boys at school - I had to ignore their ardent try to befriend me, being very careful to avoid eye link. My younger comrade used to spy on me, and he would separate Dad if I broke his rules in any way.

I particularly enjoyed the grammatical gender personal identity classes at school day - they taught me that there was a gay gene - 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 - women are much cuter, also conciliate and warm. I decided that, if I could escape this loathsome home life sentence, I would come out as a lesbian

But Dad had other plans for me. He believed in arranged marriages and decided that I would get married his hirer, who was 62 years old. Lao Biantai had been married four prison term, each clock time 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 quiver me severely and locked me in my chamber for a week.

Probably because of my Dad's misogynous position, I was also becoming a budding feminist. I believed that womanhood were as capable and intelligent as men, and I felt horrified that I would have to give my University aspiration to suit a sex striver to an old pervert.

I just couldn't stand it. The wedding had been planned for months, and would take shoes on my 18th natal day. On the eve of my 18th. birthday, in the dead of night, I opened the bathroom window and climbed out, jumping down to the heyday bed below. I decided to travel to Los Angeles and try to rise lead off a modelling career.

I rode the expressway with long haul teamster. I had no money so I slept in the back while the teamster was driving and sat in the passenger seat while he slept in the binding. I told the drivers that I had care, and they decided not to rape me. At conclusion I was in CA ! The trucker dropped me off in Ontario, within an hour's private road to LA.

I got a ride in a Mercedes Benz sports car - it would be nice to travel in style for a while, I thought. I told the lady in the device driver's keister that I wanted to go to downtown LA - and she said no job, hop in. She was a nice looking lady in her 30s, with an gymnastic build and a welcoming grinning. Maybe we could be friend in LA and she could show me around town……

She introduced herself as Michelle, so I responded"Nice to see you Michelle, I'm - OMG she punched me in the mouth ! And then started to strangle me !"I don't care what your fucking name used to be, beef. Now you are # 9. Understand ? She loosened her postponement around my neck 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 Mistress !"I felt humiliated and degraded."# 9, Mistress."

"OK ”, she said,"There's a Zip tie around your cervix and attached to the rear end headrest. It's already miserly - but I can get it soaked if you resist. Just pall 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 gripe and let me go soon.

And then…she touched my rib 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 hands. Then she took my right wing hand and passed it behind my vertebral column, and brought my two wrists together and secured them behind my rachis with metallic element police handcuffs. She tightened the Zip Tie around my neck, got back in the driver's seat and started to drive the car, turning correctly 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 examine my body. She caressed my hairsbreadth, stroked my cheeks and Kuki-Chin and whispered that I was a lovely young ma'am .It was totally humiliating when she opened my lip and pulled my tongue out. After playing with my clapper for a while she moved down to my articulatio humeri, then my breasts. Your tits are difficult to find, she said. You need implants. Size C would congratulate 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 oral fissure and secured them with canal 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 nose so I couldn't breathe. At last she took his digit 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 nozzle and started to caress my organic structure. She released my nose, picked me up and felt under my butt and penetrated my ass hole with her fingers. 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 sullen metal shackles to my articulatio talocruralis, then unlocked one of the handcuffs and relocked them in front end of me. And connected the handcuffs to the shackles with a curtly chain so I was forced to bend forward in a foetal perspective. She even put special cuff on my thumbs ! I was frightened to move my script for concern I might smash my thumbs.

She injected my in good order arm with a hypodermic syringe. I tried to ask her"What did you interject 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 service you relax."Then I tried to ask her what was going to pass off 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 questions, 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 automobile trunk and put me into….a suitcase ! There was plenty of room for my taut footling eubstance to fit in. She zipped the grip shut, closed the tree trunk and drove off.

My first thought was……next time I'm kidnapped by a crazy psychopath, be sure to weary clear underclothing. After three days on the road, my panties tasted disgusting. And it didn't tone as though I was going to be set resign anytime soon. What atrocious 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. sure enough enough, soon the car stopped. The proboscis opened, she took out my bag, 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 grip and I angrily tried to hollo and necessitate that she set me free. She said -"What we have here is a unsuccessful person to communicate."OMG ! I recognized that phrase from a pic called"cool deal Gospel of Luke"which had showed at school. The line was spoken by Strother Martin, playing the pack Warden, to Paul Newman, playing a malcontent chain gang 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 jape ”, 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 drunk at 3am in the first light, your dog is delight 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 longer than two mean solar day. I became very hungry and thirsty, and the gustation of my underwear did not ameliorate. Maybe what awaited me was worse than being shut up in the suitcase. I thought long and hard about the jocularity she had told me, and suddenly I understood it. Be overnice to whoever opens the traveling bag ... ... ...