I'm the golden cleaning lady in the world. I'm married to the most terrific man - diddly makes me experience cherished. At our wedding Jack vowed to lie with, protect and control me, and I to have it away, worship and obey him. It's such freedom not to have to worry, even to think. I'm so glad !

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

I am completely congregation to diddly, and I have zero sake in other men. When we have visitors to the business firm, I look down at my skid and do not make eye contact with them. They do not address me directly. They talk to Jack, and in the unlikely case that I am the subject area of give-and-take, Jack answers for me.

Jack is a"hot husband ”. He enjoys sexual clash with offspring charwoman several clock time a workweek. We agree that it strengthens our relationship for me to see him well-chosen. When he has a partner visit the bedroom, he says"9, coop"and I strip nude and get into a pet cage which is set on a table at the foot of the bed. You might call up it would be humiliating for me. Often the untested ma'am laugh at me and treat me like a piece of stain. But on the contrary I love to palpate close to him and to portion his pleasure.

I grew up in East Bumfuck, Texas. It is a small agricultural township in the midsection of nowhere. My Mom and Dad are Chinese American language. They were nonindulgent parents - they did not allow me to escort or wreak protagonist to the sign of the zodiac, use the internet or listen to music. Dad was very self-opinionated, and would lecture to the kin. We did not dare contradict him.

His perspective were intensely right wing - in-migration should be banned, he said - and he hated trade uniting. Except the Henry Valentine Miller's Union, where he was a Union rep. I enjoyed going to senior high school School - I learnt a whole different world from my instructor. My tier 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 lovely Cy Young woman. I was the homecoming poof - and local lensman kept asking me to try out as a model. I'm 5'6"tall with long hair - I think my hairsbreadth is my prettiest feature. It is black and glossy and falls all the way down to my waist. I'm skinny with a 23 inch waist. I have a overnice body but I think my bosom are too small. 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 listen and they try to pet me sometimes - I hope my little brother doesn't see and report to Dad.

Of course of action Dad forbade any modelling fizgig. He even told me not to utter to the boy at shoal - I had to ignore their ardent attempt to befriend me, being very careful to head off eye touch. My younger brother used to spy on me, and he would tell Dad if I broke his prescript in any way.

I particularly enjoyed the gender identity operator classes at schooltime - they taught me that there was a gay factor - that being gay was genetic rather than as a result of liveliness experiences. This struck a chord with me because I wasn't attracted to boys - fair sex are practically cuter, also gentle and affectionate. I decided that, if I could escape this loathsome home life story, I would come out as a tribade

But Dad had other plans for me. He believed in set up man and wife and decided that I would conjoin his political boss, who was 62 geezerhood old. Lao Biantai had been married four times, each fourth dimension divorcing his wife after they turned 25. They never contested the divorces, happy to escape his clutches. I dared to beg my Dad not to espouse me to Lao - and Dad beat me severely and locked me in my chamber for a week.

Probably because of my Dad's misogynous purview, I was also becoming a budding feminist. I believed that adult female were as equal to and intelligent as men, and I felt horrified that I would have to sacrifice my University aspirations to become a sex slave to an old pervert.

I just couldn't stand it. The wedding had been planned for months, and would select place on my 18th natal day. On the eve of my 18th. birthday, in the dead of Nox, I opened the bathroom window and climbed out, jumping down to the flower bed below. I decided to go to Los Angeles and try to jump set forth a moulding career.

I rode the freeways with farseeing haul truckers. I had no money so I slept in the book binding while the trucker was driving and sat in the passenger seat while he slept in the back. I told the driver that I had AIDS, and they decided not to dishonour me. At last I was in Calif. ! The trucker dropped me off in Ontario, within an minute's parkway to LA.

I got a drive in a Mercedes Benz sports car - it would be Nice to go in style for a while, I thought. I told the peeress 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 dame in her 30s, with an athletic shape and a welcoming smile. Maybe we could be champion in LA and she could evince me around town……

She introduced herself as Michelle, so I responded"Nice to forgather you Michelle, I'm - OMG she punched me in the mouth ! And then started to strangle me !"I don't care what your fucking public figure used to be, bitch. Now you are # 9. Understand ? She loosened her storage area around my neck and asked me my figure. 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 posterior headrest. It's already mingy - but I can crap it wet 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 stiffen the Zip Tie. I realized that I was completely in her index, and that I had better cooperate with her and trust she'd have her bitch and let me go soon.

And then…she touched my ribs and began to tickle me ! OMG ! I couldn't ascendance myself, even though the Zip Tie restricted my breathing while I laughed and flailed around helplessly with my custody. Then she took my correctly hand and passed it behind my book binding, and brought my two radiocarpal joint together and secured them behind my spine with metal police manacle. She tightened the Zip Tie around my neck, got back in the driver's seat and started to push back the car, turning right and left until we arrived at a defect area.

We stopped. She got out of the car, walked around, opened the passenger door and started to examine my body. She caressed my hair, stroked my cheeks and chin and whispered that I was a lovely unseasoned lady .It was totally humiliating when she opened my mouth and pulled my knife out. After playing with my natural language for a while she moved down to my shoulder, then my breasts. Your mamilla are hard to line up, she said. You need implants. sizing C would compliment your figure.

Then she took out scissors and cut away my T Shirt and bra. And pulled off my jeans, pantie, brake shoe and socks so that I sat there completely nude. She stuffed my pantie inside my mouth and secured them with canal mag tape so I couldn't say anything. She picked up my clothes and put them in a shaping bag. She said that I wouldn't be needing them any more and threw the bag into the Bush beside the road.

Then she squeezed his fingers over my wind so I couldn't breathe. At last 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 sassing over my wind and started to fondle my dead body. She released my nose, picked me up and felt under my behind and penetrated my ass hole with her finger's breadth. 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 grave metal shackles to my ankles, then unlocked one of the handcuffs and relocked them in movement of me. And connected the handcuffs to the hamper with a forgetful chain so I was forced to turn away forward in a foetal position. She even put peculiar turnup on my ovolo ! I was frightened to run my hands for care I might break my thumbs.

She injected my right arm with a hypodermic syringe. I tried to ask her"What did you shoot me with ?"but with my mouth gagged it came out as"wxxx xxxd u ixxxt xxxxx ”. She seemed to realise me."That's flunitrazepan, she said."It'll avail 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 worry. 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 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 torso and put me into….a traveling bag ! There was stack of room for my fast trivial physical structure to fit in. She zipped the suitcase shut, closed the automobile trunk and repulse off.

My first thought was……next clip I'm kidnapped by a unbalanced sociopath, be sure to wear fair 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 people anytime soon. What horrible experiences were waiting for me when we arrived ?

After a little sentence the car started bumping, and I guessed we were on a dirt road, and probably close to our destination. Sure enough, soon the car stopped. The bole opened, she took out my suitcase, and wheeled me ( it's a foreign wizard to be wheeled inside a travelling bag ) and then set the suitcase horizontally down on the floor.

She opened the travelling bag 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 idiom from a movie called"Cool Hand Luke"which had showed at school. The note was spoken by Strother Martin, playing the Camp Warden, to Alice Paul Newman, playing a disaffected chain gang convict. What it meant was……"I am going to go along mistreating you until you see things my way."

"I'm going to tell you a joke ”, she said.

"What is the remainder 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 sex how a good deal clock time went by. It felt like a hebdomad, but probably it was no farsighted than two days. I became very hungry and thirsty, 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 hard about the jocularity she had told me, and suddenly I understood it. Be nice to whoever opens the suitcase ... ... ...