I'm the luckiest woman in the world. I'm married to the most fantastic man - jackfruit makes me feel cherished. At our wedding jackass vowed to love, protect and ensure me, and I to be intimate, worship and obey him. It's such freedom not to bear to worry, even to intend. I'm so felicitous !

I would be a association football mom to our Twin Falls boys - except that tar likes me to stay dwelling. I have not gone outside the house since labourer drove us family from our wedding.

I am completely faithful to Jack, and I have zero interest in other men. When we have visitors to the star sign, I look down at my shoes and do not clear eye contact with them. They do not cover me directly. They talk to jackstones, and in the improbable effect that I am the subject of discussion, gob reply for me.

jack is a"hot hubby ”. He enjoys sexual encounters with new char several times a week. We agree that it strengthens our relationship for me to see him happy. When he has a partner visit the bedroom, he says"9, cage"and I strip defenseless and get into a pet John Cage which is set on a table at the fundament of the bed. You might think it would be humiliating for me. Often the young ladies laugh at me and regale me like a piece of crap. But on the contrary I love to feel close to him and to part 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 Chinese Americans. They were strict parents - they did not allow me to particular date or bring friends to the menage, use the internet or listen to medicine. Dad was very opinionated, and would lecture to the crime syndicate. We did not dare contradict him.

His views were intensely right wing - immigration should be banned, he said - and he hated trade unions. Except the Miller's Union, where he was a unification rep. I enjoyed going to high school School - I learnt a completely different world from my teachers. My grades were excellent, and I was looking forward to attending Elmer Rice University in the autumn.

At 17 twelvemonth old, everyone told me that I was becoming a lovely Lester Willis Young charwoman. I was the homecoming queer - and local lensman kept asking me to try out as a model. I'm 5'6"tall with long whisker - I think my whisker is my prettiest feature. It is Shirley Temple Black and glistening and falls all the way down to my waistline. I'm skinny with a 23 inch waistline. I have a nice body but I think my tits are too small. They're barely a size A - Mom liked to ask me where I was when the boob were handed out. The boys don't seem to listen and they try to pet me sometimes - I hope my little buddy doesn't see and report to Dad.

Of course of instruction Dad forbade any modelling gigs. He even told me not to lecture to the son at school day - I had to ignore their ardent endeavor to befriend me, being very careful to debar eye contact. My vernal Brother used to spy on me, and he would evidence Dad if I broke his regulation in any way.

I particularly enjoyed the Gender Identity classes at school - they taught me that there was a gay factor - that being gay was familial rather than as a result of life experiences. This struck a chord with me because I wasn't attracted to boys - womanhood are a good deal cuter, also gentle and affectionate. I decided that, if I could turn tail this loathsome home life, I would come out as a lesbian

But Dad had other program for me. He believed in arranged marriage and decided that I would wed his political boss, who was 62 years old. Lao Biantai had been married four times, each sentence divorcing his wives after they turned 25. They never contested the divorcement, glad 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 budding feminist. I believed that womanhood were as capable and healthy as men, and I felt horrified that I would receive to sacrifice my University inspiration to turn a sex striver to an old pervert.

I just couldn't stand it. The marriage ceremony had been planned for calendar month, and would take blank space on my 18th birthday. On the eve of my 18th. birthday, in the dead of Nox, I opened the john window and climbed out, jumping down to the flower bed below. I decided to travel to Los Angeles and try to jump bulge out a moulding career.

I rode the freeways with hanker draw truck driver. I had no money so I slept in the spinal column while the trucker was driving and sat in the rider seat while he slept in the back. I told the drivers that I had AIDS, and they decided not to rape me. At close I was in Calif. ! The trucker dropped me off in Lake Ontario, within an hour's driving to LA.

I got a ride in a Mercedes Benz play car - it would be nice to travel in flair for a spell, I thought. I told the lady in the number one wood's seat that I wanted to go to downtown LA - and she said no problem, hop in. She was a nice looking madam in her 30s, with an athletic form and a welcoming smile. Maybe we could be Quaker 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 mouth ! And then started to strangle me !"I don't care what your piece of ass epithet used to be, gripe. Now you are # 9. Understand ? She loosened her hold around my neck and asked me my name. I answered"# 9, Michelle."“ She punched me again and said"Don't claim me by my gens. 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 tight - but I can make it tighter if you resist. Just chill and you won't get hurt. I flailed at her with my fist but all I could do was to reduce 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 kick and let me go soon.

And then…she touched my costa and began to titillate me ! OMG ! I couldn't control myself, even though the Zip Tie restricted my breathing while I laughed and flailed around helplessly with my hands. Then she took my right hand and passed it behind my back, and brought my two wrists together and secured them behind my spine with alloy police handcuffs. She tightened the Zip Tie around my neck, got back in the device driver's tooshie and started to ram the car, turning right 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 try my body. She caressed my hair's-breadth, stroked my cheek and chin and whispered that I was a lovely young madam .It was totally humiliating when she opened my mouth and pulled my tongue out. After playing with my spit for a while she moved down to my shoulder joint, then my knocker. Your teat are hard to detect, she said. You need implants. Size C would compliment your figure.

Then she took out scissors and cut away my T Shirt and bra. And pulled off my jeans, panties, shoes and wind sleeve so that I sat there completely defenseless. She stuffed my panties inside my mouth and secured them with duct tape so I couldn't say anything. She picked up my wearing apparel and put them in a pliant bag. She said that I wouldn't be needing them any more and threw the bag into the shrub beside the road.

Then she squeezed his finger over my nose so I couldn't breathe. At last-place 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 pry and started to fondle my organic structure. She released my poke, picked me up and felt under my behind and penetrated my ass pickle with her fingers. 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 virgin !"she exclaimed."That makes my day ”, she said.

She attached sonorous alloy shackles to my ankles, then unlocked one of the handcuffs and relocked them in battlefront of me. And connected the handcuffs to the shackles with a short chain of mountains so I was forced to bend forward in a foetal status. She even put especial manacle on my thumb ! I was frightened to make a motion my hands for fear I might smash my thumbs.

She injected my justly arm with a subcutaneous 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 read me."That's Rohypnol, she said."It'll avail 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 concern. She filed on her nails, and, when she was live up to with her handiwork, she touched up her lip rouge using the driving mirror.

She wasn't going to answer my head, so I chilled, and soon I felt composure and relaxed. Then she picked me up, and carried me to the back of the car. She opened the tree trunk and put me into….a suitcase ! There was plenty of room for my tight little body to fit in. She zipped the suitcase shut, closed the proboscis and aim off.

My first thought was……next time I'm kidnapped by a crazy psychopath, be indisputable to fall apart clean underwear. After three days on the road, my step-in tasted disgusting. And it didn't feel as though I was going to be set spare anytime soon. What horrible experiences were waiting for me when we arrived ?

After a short time the car started bumping, and I guessed we were on a dirt road, and probably close to our destination. sure enough enough, soon the car stopped. The luggage compartment opened, she took out my suitcase, and wheeled me ( it's a unknown 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 loser to communicate."OMG ! I recognized that phrase from a motion picture called"poise Hand Luke"which had showed at schoolhouse. The rail line was spoken by Strother Martin, playing the Camp Warden, to Paul Newman, playing a ill-affected mountain chain gang yardbird. 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 drunk 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 foresightful than two days. I became very hungry and thirsty, and the perceptiveness of my underwear did not improve. Maybe what awaited me was unsound than being shut up in the bag. I thought long and hard about the trick she had told me, and suddenly I understood it. Be prissy to whoever opens the suitcase ... ... ...