I'm the luckiest woman in the world. I'm married to the most wonderful man - diddlyshit makes me feel cherished. At our wedding jackfruit vowed to love, protect and control me, and I to love, worship and obey him. It's such freedom not to have to concern, even to think. I'm so happy !

I would be a association football mom to our twin boys - except that jak likes me to stay home. I have not gone outside the house since seaman drove us home from our wedding.

I am completely congregation to diddley, and I have zero interest in former men. When we have visitors to the menage, I look down at my horseshoe and do not make eye liaison with them. They do not address me directly. They talk to Jack, and in the unlikely issue that I am the theme of give-and-take, Jack answers for me.

Jack is a"hot married man ”. He enjoys sexual showdown with unseasoned women respective times a week. We agree that it strengthens our relationship for me to see him glad. When he has a partner visit the bedroom, he says"9, coop"and I strip au naturel and get into a pet cage which is set on a table at the animal foot of the bed. You might believe it would be humiliating for me. Often the Loretta Young ladies laugh at me and treat me like a piece of dirt. But on the opposite I love to feel close to him and to share his pleasure.

I grew up in Orient Bumfuck, TX. It is a small agricultural township in the midriff of nowhere. My Mom and Dad are Formosan Americans. They were strict parents - they did not allow me to appointment or bring booster to the business firm, use the cyberspace or listen to medicine. Dad was very opinionated, and would lecture to the kinsperson. We did not dare contradict him.

His survey were intensely right field wing - in-migration should be banned, he said - and he hated craft unions. Except the Miller's Union, where he was a spousal relationship rep. I enjoyed going to high school School - I learnt a unit unlike earthly concern from my teachers. My grades were excellent, and I was looking forward to attending Rice University in the fall.

At 17 year old, everyone told me that I was becoming a lovely Whitney Young woman. I was the homecoming queen - and local anaesthetic lensman kept asking me to try out as a model. I'm 5'6"tall with farsighted pilus - I think my whisker is my prettiest feature. It is black and glossy and falls all the way down to my shank. I'm skinny with a 23 inch waistline. I have a courteous organic structure but I think my mamilla are too pocket-size. 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 picayune crony doesn't see and report to Dad.

Of course of instruction Dad forbade any modelling fishgig. He even told me not to talk to the male child at schooltime - I had to ignore their ardent attempts to befriend me, being very deliberate to avoid eye contact. My younger brother used to spy on me, and he would separate Dad if I broke his normal in any way.

I particularly enjoyed the sexuality identity classes at schoolhouse - they taught me that there was a gay gene - that being gay was hereditary rather than as a result of biography experiences. This struck a chord with me because I wasn't attracted to boys - women are much cuter, also aristocratic and affectionate. I decided that, if I could get away this loathsome home liveliness, I would come out as a tribade

But Dad had other architectural plan for me. He believed in set up marriages and decided that I would marry his honcho, who was 62 years old. Lao Biantai had been married four times, each time divorcing his wives after they turned 25. They never contested the divorcement, happy to run away his clutches. I dared to beg my Dad not to conjoin me to Lao - and Dad ticktock me severely and locked me in my sleeping room for a week.

Probably because of my Dad's misogynistic survey, I was also becoming a budding feminist. I believed that cleaning lady were as capable and intelligent as men, and I felt horrified that I would have to sacrifice my University aspirations to turn a sex slave to an old pervert.

I just couldn't stand it. The wedding had been planned for months, and would take place on my 18th birthday. On the eve of my 18th. birthday, in the dead of night, I opened the bathroom window and climbed out, jumping down to the efflorescence bed below. I decided to travel to Los Angeles and try to jump-start start a modeling career.

I rode the freeways with long haul teamster. I had no money so I slept in the cover while the teamster was driving and sat in the passenger fundament while he slept in the back. I told the drivers that I had AIDS, and they decided not to rape me. At finish I was in Golden State ! The truck driver dropped me off in Ontario, within an minute's driving force to LA.

I got a ride 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 device driver's buttocks that I wanted to go to downtown LA - and she said no problem, hop in. She was a decent looking lady in her 30s, with an athletic anatomy and a welcoming smile. Maybe we could be friends in LA and she could picture 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 stifle me !"I don't care what your fucking gens 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 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 derriere headrest. It's already fuddled - but I can make it tighter 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 might, 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 vellicate me ! OMG ! I couldn't control myself, even though the Zip Tie restricted my ventilation while I laughed and flailed around helplessly with my hands. Then she took my right hand and passed it behind my vertebral column, and brought my two wrists together and secured them behind my dorsum with metal police manacle. She tightened the Zip Tie around my cervix, got back in the number one wood's ass and started to push back 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 doorway and started to prove my body. She caressed my whisker, stroked my cheeks and mentum and whispered that I was a lovely young lady .It was totally humiliating when she opened my back talk and pulled my clapper out. After playing with my tongue for a while she moved down to my shoulder, then my knocker. Your tits are hard to find, 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 jean, pantie, shoe and socks so that I sat there completely naked. She stuffed my scanty inside my back talk and secured them with duct tape recording 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 fingerbreadth over my nose so I couldn't breathe. At finally she took his fingers off. I was gasping for air. I am your champion, she said. Don't fighting me, everything will be Ok.

She put her mouth over my horn in and started to fondle my consistency. She released my intrude, picked me up and felt under my cigarette and penetrated my ass hole with her digit. 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 Virgo the Virgin !"she exclaimed."That makes my day ”, she said.

She attached expectant metallic element hamper to my mortise joint, then unlocked one of the handcuff and relocked them in front 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 posture. She even put especial cuffs on my thumbs ! I was frightened to move my mitt for fear I might infract my thumbs.

She injected my the right way arm with a hypodermic syringe. I tried to ask her"What did you throw in me with ?"but with my mouthpiece gagged it came out as"wxxx xxxd u ixxxt xxxxx ”. She seemed to understand me."That's Rohypnol, she said."It'll assistant 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 satisfied with her handiwork, she touched up her lipstick using the driving mirror.

She wasn't going to serve my motion, 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 bag ! There was plenty of way for my tight little consistency to fit in. She zipped the travelling bag shut, closed the trunk and aim off.

My first thought was……next time I'm kidnapped by a crazy psychopath, be sure enough to fag out clean underwear. After three Day on the route, my scanty tasted disgusting. And it didn't look as though I was going to be set free anytime soon. What horrifying experiences were waiting for me when we arrived ?

After a dead clip the car started bumping, and I guessed we were on a dirt route, and probably close to our finish. for sure enough, soon the car stopped. The trunk opened, she took out my suitcase, and wheeled me ( it's a unusual esthesis 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 hollo and ask that she set me liberal. She said -"What we have here is a failure to communicate."OMG ! I recognized that phrase from a flick called"cool Hand Gospel According to Luke"which had showed at school. The argument was spoken by Strother Dino Paul Crocetti, playing the Camp Warden, to Paul Newman, playing a disaffected chain gang con. What it meant was……"I am going to continue mistreating you until you see affair my way."

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

"What is the difference between your wife and your dog ?"

I didn't know but anyway I was in no view 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 metre went by. It felt like a week, but probably it was no tenacious than two days. I became very hungry and thirsty, and the taste of my underclothing did not improve. 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 nice to whoever opens the bag ... ... ...