I'm the favourable woman in the globe. I'm married to the most wonderful man - Jack makes me sense cherished. At our wedding Jack vowed to hump, protect and control me, and I to love, adoration and obey him. It's such freedom not to let to worry, even to consider. I'm so well-chosen !

I would be a soccer mom to our twin boys - except that Jack likes me to stay dwelling. I have not gone outside the theater since jackstones drove us home base from our wedding.

I am completely fold to Jack, and I have zero interest in early men. When we have visitors to the house, I look down at my shoes and do not make eye contact with them. They do not address me directly. They talk to diddley, and in the unlikely event that I am the field of discussion, Jack answers for me.

labourer is a"hot husband ”. He enjoys sexual clash with young women several times a week. We agree that it strengthens our human relationship for me to see him felicitous. When he has a partner visit the chamber, he says"9, John Milton Cage Jr."and I strip naked and get into a pet cage which is set on a tabular array at the metrical unit of the bed. You might think it would be humiliating for me. Often the offspring gentlewoman laugh at me and cover me like a piece of grunge. But on the contrary I love to feel close to him and to share his pleasure.

I grew up in E Bumfuck, Texas. It is a small agricultural town in the middle of nowhere. My Mom and Dad are Formosan Americans. They were nonindulgent parents - they did not admit me to date or bring in friends to the star sign, use the net or heed to music. Dad was very opinionated, and would lecture to the phratry. We did not presume contradict him.

His scene were intensely right wing - immigration should be banned, he said - and he hated swap unification. Except the Miller's Union, where he was a unification rep. I enjoyed going to senior high School - I learnt a whole different world from my teachers. My grades were fantabulous, and I was looking forward to attending Rice University in the dusk.

At 17 years old, everyone told me that I was becoming a lovely young woman. I was the homecoming queen - and local photographer kept asking me to try out as a simulation. I'm 5'6"tall with retentive hair - I think my hairsbreadth is my prettiest feature. It is black and shiny and falls all the way down to my waist. I'm skinny with a 23 in waist. I have a dainty body but I think my titmouse are too pocket-sized. They're barely a size of it A - Mom liked to ask me where I was when the boob were handed out. The son don't seem to mind and they try to pet me sometimes - I hope my little brother doesn't see and report to Dad.

Of path Dad forbade any model gigs. He even told me not to talk to the boys at school - I had to dismiss their ardent attempts to befriend me, being very measured to head off eye middleman. My younger brother used to spy on me, and he would tell Dad if I broke his principle 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 inherited rather than as a result of liveliness experiences. This struck a chord with me because I wasn't attracted to boys - womanhood are much cuter, also aristocratic and fond. I decided that, if I could escape this loathsome home life, I would descend out as a lesbian

But Dad had early programme for me. He believed in ordered marriages and decided that I would hook up with his gaffer, who was 62 years old. Lao Biantai had been married four times, each time divorcing his married woman after they turned 25. They never contested the divorces, felicitous to run away his clutches. I dared to beg my Dad not to hook up with me to Lao - and Dad gravel me severely and locked me in my bedroom for a week.

Probably because of my Dad's misogynistic prospect, I was also becoming a bud women's rightist. I believed that women were as capable and intelligent as men, and I felt horrified that I would get to give my University inspiration to turn a sex hard worker to an old pervert.

I just couldn't stand it. The wedding had been planned for months, and would consume place on my 18th birthday. On the eve of my 18th. birthday, in the dead of Nox, 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 chute start a modelling career.

I rode the expressway with long haulage truckers. I had no money so I slept in the back while the truck driver was driving and sat in the rider seat while he slept in the spinal column. I told the drivers that I had AIDS, and they decided not to plunder me. At last I was in California ! The truck driver dropped me off in Ontario, within an hour's effort to LA.

I got a ride in a Mercedes Benz sports car - it would be courteous to travel in style for a patch, I thought. I told the lady in the number one wood's hind end that I wanted to go to downtown LA - and she said no job, hop in. She was a prissy looking lady in her 30s, with an acrobatic 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 mouth ! And then started to muffle me !"I don't care what your fucking name used to be, bitch. Now you are # 9. Understand ? She loosened her clasp around my neck and asked me my name. I answered"# 9, Michelle."“ She punched me again and said"Don't claim 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 headrest. It's already tight - but I can make it tighter if you resist. Just shiver and you won't get hurt. I flailed at her with my fists but all I could do was to stiffen 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 ascendency myself, even though the Zip Tie restricted my ventilation while I laughed and flailed around helplessly with my hands. Then she took my properly hand and passed it behind my cover, and brought my two wrists together and secured them behind my back with metal constabulary cuff. She tightened the Zip Tie around my neck, got back in the driver's keister and started to drive the car, turning right and left until we arrived at a derelict 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, stroked my nerve and chin and whispered that I was a lovely Lester Willis Young dame .It was totally humiliating when she opened my mouth and pulled my natural language out. After playing with my tongue for a while she moved down to my shoulder, then my breasts. Your tits are hard to find, she said. You need implants. Size C would compliment your figure.

Then she took out scissors grip and cut away my T Shirt and bra. And pulled off my jeans, pantie, skid and wind sock so that I sat there completely au naturel. She stuffed my scanty inside my mouth and secured them with 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 bushes beside the road.

Then she squeezed his fingers over my intrude so I couldn't breathe. At lowest she took his fingers off. I was gasping for air. I am your champion, she said. Don't battle me, everything will be Ok.

She put her mouth over my nose and started to fondle my body. She released my nose, picked me up and felt under my buttocks and penetrated my ass pickle with her finger. 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 heavy metal shackle to my ankle, then unlocked one of the cuff and relocked them in front man of me. And connected the handcuffs to the shackles with a brusque chemical chain so I was forced to crouch forward in a fetal situation. She even put special manacle on my thumbs ! I was frightened to go my hands for fear I might give away my thumbs.

She injected my right arm with a hypodermic syringe. I tried to ask her"What did you throw in 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 helper you relax."Then I tried to ask her what was going to bump 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 satisfied with her handiwork, she touched up her lipstick using the driving mirror.

She wasn't going to do my question, so I chilled, and soon I felt calm air and relaxed. Then she picked me up, and carried me to the back of the car. She opened the trunk and put me into….a suitcase ! There was stack of room for my pie-eyed footling torso to fit in. She zipped the grip shut, closed the trunk and drove off.

My first thought was……next time I'm kidnapped by a looney psychopath, be sure to wear down fresh underwear. After three days on the road, my panty tasted disgusting. And it didn't aspect as though I was going to be set free 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 name and address. for certain enough, soon the car stopped. The trunk opened, she took out my suitcase, and wheeled me ( it's a strange mavin to be wheeled inside a suitcase ) and then set the suitcase horizontally down on the floor.

She opened the bag 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 idiomatic expression from a moving picture called"Cool manus Luke"which had showed at shoal. The cable was spoken by Strother Martin, playing the camp Warden, to Paul Cardinal Newman, playing a rebellious chain work party con. What it meant was……"I am going to continue mistreating you until you see thing my way."

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

I don't know how much clock time went by. It felt like a week, but probably it was no longer than two mean solar day. I became very hungry and athirst, and the taste of my underwear did not amend. Maybe what awaited me was speculative 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 dainty to whoever opens the travelling bag ... ... ...