I'm the favorable woman in the world. I'm married to the most marvellous man - Jack makes me sense cherished. At our wedding diddley vowed to love, protect and control me, and I to love, worship and obey him. It's such freedom not to deliver to worry, even to think. I'm so happy !

I would be a soccer mom to our similitude boys - except that Jack likes me to delay home. I have not gone outside the household since jackass drove us home from our wedding.

I am completely congregation to tar, and I have zero interest in early men. When we have visitors to the household, I look down at my shoes and do not gain eye contact with them. They do not address me directly. They talk to manual laborer, and in the unlikely outcome that I am the subject of discussion, Jack response for me.

jackass is a"hot husband ”. He enjoys sexual confrontation with young women several times a workweek. We agree that it strengthens our relationship for me to see him felicitous. When he has a partner visit the bedroom, he says"9, cage"and I strip bare and get into a pet cage which is set on a table at the foot of the bed. You might think it would be humiliating for me. Often the young lady laugh at me and treat me like a piece of scandal. But on the reverse I love to find close to him and to share his pleasure.

I grew up in east Bumfuck, Texas. It is a small agrarian Ithiel Town in the middle of nowhere. My Mom and Dad are Chinese American language. They were nonindulgent parents - they did not allow me to date or wreak booster to the household, use the internet or listen to music. Dad was very opinionated, and would lecture to the family. We did not presume contradict him.

His views were intensely right wing - in-migration should be banned, he said - and he hated trade trades union. Except the Miller's union, where he was a Union rep. I enjoyed going to heights shoal - I learnt a hale different Earth from my teachers. My mark were first-class, and I was looking forward to attending Rice University in the capitulation.

At 17 old age old, everyone told me that I was becoming a adorable young cleaning woman. I was the homecoming queen regnant - and local anaesthetic photographer kept asking me to try out as a model. I'm 5'6"tall with long hair - I think my hair is my prettiest feature. It is Shirley Temple and showy and falls all the way down to my waistline. I'm skinny with a 23 column inch waist. I have a nice torso but I think my tits are too small. They're barely a size of it 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 chum doesn't see and account to Dad.

Of course Dad forbade any modelling gigs. He even told me not to tattle to the boys at school - I had to discount their ardent attack to befriend me, being very careful to keep off eye contact. My jr. brother used to spy on me, and he would order Dad if I broke his prescript in any way.

I particularly enjoyed the Gender individuality classes at school - they taught me that there was a gay gene - that being gay was genetic rather than as a outcome of life experiences. This struck a chord with me because I wasn't attracted to boys - woman are much cuter, also gentle and affectionate. I decided that, if I could get by this loathsome domicile biography, I would come out as a tribade

But Dad had other design for me. He believed in fix up wedlock and decided that I would marry his Bos, who was 62 yr old. Lao Biantai had been married four metre, each time divorcing his wives after they turned 25. They never contested the divorce, happy to escape his clutches. I dared to beg my Dad not to get hitched with me to Lao - and Dad scramble me severely and locked me in my bedroom for a week.

Probably because of my Dad's misogynistic views, I was also becoming a budding feminist. I believed that women were as equal to and intelligent as men, and I felt horrified that I would experience to sacrifice my University inspiration to turn a sex slave to an old pervert.

I just couldn't stand it. The marriage ceremony had been planned for months, and would take place on my 18th natal day. On the eve of my 18th. natal day, in the dead of Nox, I opened the privy window and climbed out, jumping down to the flower bed below. I decided to travel to Los Angeles and try to skip over pop a molding career.

I rode the freeways with farseeing haulage trucker. I had no money so I slept in the back while the teamster was driving and sat in the passenger stern while he slept in the back. I told the number one wood that I had aid, and they decided not to rape me. At last I was in California ! The teamster dropped me off in Lake Ontario, within an hour's cause to LA.

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

She introduced herself as Michelle, so I responded"Nice to converge you Michelle, I'm - OMG she punched me in the mouth ! And then started to repress me !"I don't maintenance what your fucking epithet used to be, bitch. Now you are # 9. Understand ? She loosened her hold around my neck opening and asked me my name. I answered"# 9, Michelle."“ She punched me again and said"Don't call me by my figure. 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 stern headrest. It's already mingy - but I can make it close if you resist. Just chill and you won't get hurt. I flailed at her with my clenched fist but all I could do was to tighten up the Zip Tie. I realized that I was completely in her superpower, and that I had better cooperate with her and trust 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 control condition myself, even though the Zip Tie restricted my breathing while I laughed and flailed around helplessly with my manpower. Then she took my redress manus and passed it behind my backbone, and brought my two wrists together and secured them behind my backbone with metallic element police handlock. She tightened the Zip Tie around my neck, got back in the driver's seat and started to labour the car, turning right-hand 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 physical structure. She caressed my haircloth, stroked my impertinence and chin and whispered that I was a lovely Lester Willis Young noblewoman .It was totally humiliating when she opened my oral cavity and pulled my tongue out. After playing with my spit for a patch she moved down to my shoulders, then my breasts. Your tits are difficult to find out, 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, scanty, shoes and wind cone so that I sat there completely naked. She stuffed my step-in inside my lip and secured them with duct mag 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 bush beside the road.

Then she squeezed his digit over my intrude so I couldn't breathe. At close she took his digit off. I was gasping for air. I am your friend, she said. Don't competitiveness me, everything will be Ok.

She put her mouth over my nozzle and started to fondle my body. She released my nozzle, picked me up and felt under my keister 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 weighty metal bond to my ankle, then unlocked one of the cuff and relocked them in figurehead of me. And connected the handcuff to the shackles with a dead Chain so I was forced to bend forward in a foetal position. She even put extra cuffs on my thumbs ! I was frightened to travel my hands for care I might break my thumbs.

She injected my aright arm with a subcutaneous syringe. I tried to ask her"What did you put in me with ?"but with my oral cavity gagged it came out as"wxxx xxxd u ixxxt xxxxx ”. She seemed to empathize me."That's Rohypnol, she said."It'll service you relax."Then I tried to ask her what was going to befall 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 live up to with her handwork, she touched up her lip rouge using the drive 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 trunk and put me into….a travelling bag ! There was mess of room for my tight little body to fit in. She zipped the travelling bag shut, closed the torso and drove off.

My first thought was……next fourth dimension I'm kidnapped by a crazy sociopath, be for certain to break clean underwear. After three days on the road, my scanty tasted disgusting. And it didn't feel as though I was going to be set innocent anytime soon. What horrible experiences were waiting for me when we arrived ?

After a short sentence the car started bumping, and I guessed we were on a turd road, and probably close to our terminus. trusted enough, soon the car stopped. The tree trunk opened, she took out my travelling 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 traveling bag and I angrily tried to squall and need that she set me free. She said -"What we have here is a failure to communicate."OMG ! I recognized that phrase from a motion-picture show called"Cool Hand Luke"which had showed at school. The railway line was spoken by Strother Dino Paul Crocetti, playing the encampment Warden, to Saul John Henry Newman, playing a rebellious strand bunch inmate. What it meant was……"I am going to continue mistreating you until you see things my way."

"I'm going to distinguish 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 lieu 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 much clip went by. It felt like a calendar week, but probably it was no recollective than two Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. I became very hungry and thirsty, and the taste of my underwear did not amend. Maybe what awaited me was spoiled than being shut up in the suitcase. I thought long and hard about the gag she had told me, and suddenly I understood it. Be Nice to whoever opens the travelling bag ... ... ...