I'm the luckiest woman in the world. I'm married to the most howling man - labourer makes me feel cherished. At our wedding Jack vowed to hump, protect and moderate me, and I to screw, worship and obey him. It's such freedom not to feature to care, even to consider. I'm so happy !

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

I am completely congregation to labourer, and I have zero interest in other men. When we have visitor to the house, I look down at my shoes and do not hold eye contact with them. They do not address me directly. They talk to Jack, and in the improbable consequence that I am the study of discussion, jackfruit answers for me.

diddly is a"hot husband ”. He enjoys sexual encounters with young woman several prison term a week. We agree that it strengthens our kinship for me to see him well-chosen. When he has a spouse visit the bedchamber, he says"9, cage"and I strip naked and get into a pet cage which is set on a table at the animal foot of the bed. You might think it would be humiliating for me. Often the offspring lady laugh at me and care for me like a piece of dirt. But on the adverse I love to feel close to him and to ploughshare his pleasure.

I grew up in eastern United States Bumfuck, Texas. It is a small agricultural town in the middle of nowhere. My Mom and Dad are Chinese Americans. They were strict parents - they did not allow me to date or bring acquaintance to the house, use the internet or listen to medicine. Dad was very opinionative, and would rebuke to the family. We did not make bold contradict him.

His position were intensely right wing - immigration should be banned, he said - and he hated trade coupling. Except the Miller's Union, where he was a Union rep. I enjoyed going to highschool shoal - I learnt a unhurt different world from my teachers. My grades were excellent, and I was looking forward to attending rice University in the tumble.

At 17 years old, everyone told me that I was becoming a lovely Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman. I was the homecoming female monarch - and local lensman 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 film. It is black-market and shining and falls all the way down to my waist. I'm skinny with a 23 inch waist. I have a nice body but I think my tit are too small. They're barely a size A - Mom liked to ask me where I was when the breasts were handed out. The boy don't seem to mind and they try to pet me sometimes - I hope my piffling brother doesn't see and report to Dad.

Of course Dad forbade any moulding gigs. He even told me not to let the cat out of the bag to the boy at schooling - I had to ignore their ardent attempts to befriend me, being very deliberate to avoid eye link. My younger brother used to spy on me, and he would secern Dad if I broke his rules in any way.

I particularly enjoyed the gender identity operator classes at school - they taught me that there was a gay gene - 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 - cleaning lady are much cuter, also gentle and warm. I decided that, if I could run away this loathsome family life, I would come out as a lesbian

But Dad had other plan for me. He believed in arranged marriages and decided that I would tie his foreman, who was 62 years old. Lao Biantai had been married four times, each time divorcing his wife after they turned 25. They never contested the divorce, glad to escape his hold. I dared to beg my Dad not to conjoin me to Lao - and Dad beat me severely and locked me in my chamber for a week.

Probably because of my Dad's misogynistic thought, I was also becoming a budding feminist. I believed that char were as subject and intelligent as men, and I felt horrified that I would induce to sacrifice my University inspiration to get a sex slave to an old pervert.

I just couldn't stand it. The wedding party had been planned for calendar month, and would strike place on my 18th birthday. On the eve of my 18th. birthday, in the dead of nighttime, I opened the lavatory window and climbed out, jumping down to the flower bed below. I decided to move to Los Angeles and try to jump start a modelling career.

I rode the thruway with foresighted haul truck driver. I had no money so I slept in the rear 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 assault me. At last I was in Golden State ! The truck driver dropped me off in Ontario, within an hour's drive to LA.

I got a ride in a Mercedes Benz summercater car - it would be nice to travel in trend for a while, I thought. I told the lady in the device 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 athletic build and a welcoming grinning. Maybe we could be admirer in LA and she could testify me around town……

She introduced herself as Michelle, so I responded"Nice to meet you Michelle, I'm - OMG she punched me in the back talk ! And then started to cramp me !"I don't charge what your fuck name used to be, bitch. Now you are # 9. infer ? She loosened her wait around my neck and asked me my epithet. 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 seat headrest. It's already fast - but I can progress to it pixilated if you resist. Just chill and you won't get hurt. I flailed at her with my fists but all I could do was to tighten the Zip Tie. I realized that I was completely in her powerfulness, 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 titillate me ! OMG ! I couldn't control myself, even though the Zip Tie restricted my breathing while I laughed and flailed around helplessly with my hands. Then she took my right hired hand and passed it behind my back, and brought my two carpus together and secured them behind my back with metal police handcuffs. She tightened the Zip Tie around my neck, got back in the number one wood's place and started to drive the car, turning flop and left until we arrived at a desert area.

We stopped. She got out of the car, walked around, opened the passenger room access and started to analyse my organic structure. She caressed my hair's-breadth, stroked my face and chin and whispered that I was a lovely unseasoned lady .It was totally humiliating when she opened my sass and pulled my tongue out. After playing with my spit for a while she moved down to my berm, then my chest. Your pap are voiceless to ascertain, she said. You need implants. size C would compliment your figure.

Then she took out scissors and cut away my T Shirt and bra. And pulled off my jeans, panties, shoes and wind sock so that I sat there completely naked. She stuffed my panty 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 charge card 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 wind so I couldn't breathe. At lastly she took his fingers off. I was gasping for air. I am your friend, she said. Don't competitiveness me, everything will be Ok.

She put her sassing over my nose and started to caress my body. She released my nose, picked me up and felt under my butt and penetrated my ass golf 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 Virgo the Virgin !"she exclaimed."That makes my day ”, she said.

She attached sullen metallic element shackles to my ankles, then unlocked one of the handcuffs and relocked them in movement of me. And connected the handcuffs to the bond with a short chain so I was forced to flex forward in a foetal berth. She even put special cuffs on my thumbs ! I was frightened to affect my workforce for fear I might break my thumbs.

She injected my right arm with a hypodermic syringe. I tried to ask her"What did you interpose me with ?"but with my lip gagged it came out as"wxxx xxxd u ixxxt xxxxx ”. She seemed to understand me."That's Rohypnol, she said."It'll help you relax."Then I tried to ask her what was going to come about 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 fulfil 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 spine of the car. She opened the trunk and put me into….a suitcase ! There was peck of room for my tight lilliputian body to fit in. She zipped the suitcase shut, closed the trunk and force off.

My first thought was……next fourth dimension I'm kidnapped by a softheaded sociopath, be for sure to wear clear underclothes. After three solar day on the road, my panties tasted disgusting. And it didn't expression as though I was going to be set free anytime soon. What atrocious experiences were waiting for me when we arrived ?

After a suddenly time the car started bumping, and I guessed we were on a dirt route, and probably close to our destination. Sure enough, soon the car stopped. The torso opened, she took out my suitcase, and wheeled me ( it's a strange sensation to be wheeled inside a suitcase ) and then set the bag horizontally down on the floor.

She opened the suitcase and I angrily tried to cry and demand that she set me detached. She said -"What we have here is a loser to communicate."OMG ! I recognized that phrasal idiom from a flick called"poise bridge player St. Luke"which had showed at school. The transmission line was spoken by Strother Mary Martin, playing the Camp Warden, to Paul Newman, playing a rebellious range of mountains ring convict. What it meant was……"I am going to continue mistreating you until you see things my way."

"I'm going to severalise 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 dawning, your dog is pleased to see you."And she laughed.

I don't hump how much meter went by. It felt like a week, but probably it was no yearner than two days. I became very hungry and thirsty, and the taste of my underwear did not better. Maybe what awaited me was tough than being shut up in the suitcase. I thought long and intemperate about the laugh she had told me, and suddenly I understood it. Be decent to whoever opens the bag ... ... ...