I'm the prosperous cleaning woman in the world. I'm married to the most wonderful man - Jack makes me feel cherished. At our wedding squat vowed to have it off, protect and control me, and I to have a go at it, adoration and obey him. It's such freedom not to make to interest, even to recall. I'm so happy !

I would be a soccer mom to our counterpart boys - except that Jack likes me to continue home. I have not gone outside the house since diddly-shit drove us home from our wedding.

I am completely close to old salt, and I have zero involvement in other men. When we have visitant to the sign of the zodiac, I look down at my brake shoe and do not seduce eye contact with them. They do not address me directly. They talk to seaman, and in the unlikely event that I am the subject of discussion, Jack answers for me.

laborer is a"hot married man ”. He enjoys sexual encounters with young fair sex respective times a week. We agree that it strengthens our family relationship for me to see him happy. When he has a partner visit the bedroom, he says"9, cage"and I strip naked and get into a pet coop which is set on a table at the foot of the bed. You might think it would be humiliating for me. Often the Loretta Young Lady laugh at me and treat me like a piece of dirt. But on the obstinate I love to feel close to him and to share his pleasure.

I grew up in due east Bumfuck, Texas. It is a small agricultural town in the centre of nowhere. My Mom and Dad are Formosan American English. They were rigorous parents - they did not appropriate me to escort or bring friends to the planetary house, use the internet or mind to music. Dad was very self-opinionated, and would lecture to the category. We did not dare contradict him.

His views were intensely decent wing - immigration should be banned, he said - and he hated deal matrimony. Except the Miller's coupling, where he was a conjugation rep. I enjoyed going to High School - I learnt a whole different world from my teachers. My class were excellent, and I was looking forward to attending Elmer Reizenstein University in the fall.

At 17 years old, everyone told me that I was becoming a adorable youth woman. I was the homecoming queen - and local lensman kept asking me to try out as a modeling. I'm 5'6"tall with foresightful hair's-breadth - I think my haircloth is my prettiest feature. It is black and glossy and falls all the way down to my waist. I'm skinny with a 23 column inch waist. I have a nice organic structure but I think my tits are too little. They're barely a size A - Mom liked to ask me where I was when the breasts were handed out. The boys don't seem to beware and they try to pet me sometimes - I hope my little brother doesn't see and report to Dad.

Of course of instruction Dad forbade any modelling gigs. He even told me not to peach to the boys at school - I had to snub their ardent attempt to befriend me, being very careful to stave off eye physical contact. My younger brother used to spy on me, and he would tell Dad if I broke his convention 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 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 entitle and affectionate. I decided that, if I could lam this loathsome home life story, I would make out out as a tribade

But Dad had other plans for me. He believed in coif wedlock and decided that I would marry his boss, who was 62 years old. Lao Biantai had been married four multiplication, each time divorcing his wives after they turned 25. They never contested the divorcement, happy to escape his clutches. I dared to beg my Dad not to hook up with me to Lao - and Dad dumbfound me severely and locked me in my chamber for a week.

Probably because of my Dad's misogynous views, I was also becoming a budding feminist. I believed that woman were as capable and intelligent as men, and I felt horrified that I would have to sacrifice my University ambition to become a sex hard worker to an old pervert.

I just couldn't stand it. The wedding had been planned for months, and would take piazza on my 18th natal day. On the eve of my 18th. birthday, 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 skip over start a modelling career.

I rode the freeways with long catch teamster. I had no money so I slept in the back while the trucker was driving and sat in the passenger seat 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 Ontario, within an 60 minutes's drive to LA.

I got a drive in a Mercedes Benz sports car - it would be nice to travel in mode for a while, I thought. I told the lady in the driver's hindquarters that I wanted to go to downtown LA - and she said no job, hop in. She was a overnice looking lady in her 30s, with an gymnastic figure 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 adjoin you Michelle, I'm - OMG she punched me in the mouthpiece ! And then started to strangle me !"I don't tending what your piece of ass name used to be, bitch. 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 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 neck and attached to the seat head restraint. It's already compressed - but I can make it compressed 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 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 ribs and began to tickle me ! OMG ! I couldn't controller myself, even though the Zip Tie restricted my breathing while I laughed and flailed around helplessly with my bridge player. Then she took my right hand and passed it behind my back, and brought my two wrists together and secured them behind my spinal column with metal police handcuffs. She tightened the Zip Tie around my neck opening, got back in the driver's arse and started to drive 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 rider door and started to examine my body. She caressed my pilus, stroked my cheeks and chin and whispered that I was a cover girl Pres Young noblewoman .It was totally humiliating when she opened my oral cavity and pulled my tongue out. After playing with my tongue for a while she moved down to my shoulders, then my breasts. Your knocker are gruelling to witness, she said. You need implants. Size C would congratulate your figure.

Then she took out scissors and cut away my T Shirt and bra. And pulled off my jeans, panty, shoes and wind cone so that I sat there completely naked. She stuffed my step-in inside my mouth and secured them with duct tape so I couldn't say anything. She picked up my dress and put them in a plastic bag. She said that I wouldn't be needing them any more and threw the bag into the crotch hair 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 back talk over my nose 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 finger. And stuffed something up inside ! Ouch ! I've never felt anything like that before. Then he put me down on the derriere and felt me up down there."You are a Virgo the Virgin !"she exclaimed."That makes my day ”, she said.

She attached clayey metallic element trammel to my ankles, then unlocked one of the handcuff and relocked them in front of me. And connected the handcuff to the trammel with a short chain so I was forced to bend forward in a foetal position. She even put special cuffs on my thumbs ! I was frightened to move my hands for fear I might break my thumbs.

She injected my flop arm with a hypodermic syringe. I tried to ask her"What did you interpose me with ?"but with my mouth gagged it came out as"wxxx xxxd u ixxxt xxxxx ”. She seemed to understand me."That's flunitrazepan, 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 quenched with her handicraft, she touched up her lipstick using the driving mirror.

She wasn't going to respond 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 body and put me into….a suitcase ! There was mountain of elbow room for my mingy short organic structure to fit in. She zipped the travelling bag shut, closed the luggage compartment and drive off.

My first thought was……next clock time I'm kidnapped by a crazy sociopath, be certainly to jade clean underwear. After three days on the road, my pantie tasted disgusting. And it didn't look as though I was going to be set innocent anytime soon. What horrifying 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 torso opened, she took out my suitcase, and wheeled me ( it's a unknown whiz to be wheeled inside a travelling bag ) and then set the traveling bag horizontally down on the floor.

She opened the travelling bag and I angrily tried to yell and require that she set me release. She said -"What we have here is a unsuccessful person to communicate."OMG ! I recognized that phrase from a moving picture called"Cool handwriting Luke"which had showed at schoolhouse. The subscriber line was spoken by Strother Martin, playing the summer camp Warden, to Apostle Paul Paul Newman, playing a ill-affected chain bunch yard bird. What it meant was……"I am going to continue mistreating you until you see thing my way."

"I'm going to tell you a joke ”, 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 morning, your dog is pleased to see you."And she laughed.

I don't have it away how much time went by. It felt like a week, but probably it was no recollective than two days. I became very hungry and thirsty, and the taste of my underclothes did not improve. Maybe what awaited me was worse than being shut up in the traveling bag. I thought long and hard about the joke she had told me, and suddenly I understood it. Be nice to whoever opens the suitcase ... ... ...