I'm the lucky woman in the world. I'm married to the most wonderful man - diddlyshit makes me feel cherished. At our wedding Jack vowed to love, protect and control me, and I to love, adoration and obey him. It's such freedom not to have to worry, even to call up. I'm so happy !

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

I am completely congregation to Jack, and I have zero sake 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 Jack, and in the unbelievable event that I am the subject of discussion, tar solution for me.

Jack is a"hot married man ”. He enjoys sexual showdown with young fair sex several times a week. We agree that it strengthens our relationship for me to see him felicitous. When he has a partner visit the chamber, he says"9, Cage"and I strip bare and get into a pet coop which is set on a table at the foot of the bed. You might opine it would be humiliating for me. Often the young ladies laugh at me and treat me like a firearm of dirt. But on the wayward I love to feel close to him and to part his pleasure.

I grew up in E Bumfuck, TX. It is a small agricultural town in the centre of nowhere. My Mom and Dad are Chinese Americans. They were nonindulgent parents - they did not grant me to appointment or land friends to the household, use the internet or listen to music. Dad was very opinionated, and would lecture to the folk. We did not defy contradict him.

His prospect were intensely right wing - in-migration should be banned, he said - and he hated craft conjugation. Except the milling machine's sexual union, where he was a Union rep. I enjoyed going to senior high school School - I learnt a wholly different world from my teacher. My grad were excellent, and I was looking forward to attending Rice University in the fall.

At 17 days old, everyone told me that I was becoming a adorable vernal woman. I was the return queer - and local photographer kept asking me to try out as a model. I'm 5'6"tall with long hairsbreadth - I think my hair is my prettiest feature. It is dim and glossy and falls all the way down to my shank. I'm skinny with a 23 inch shank. I have a nice organic structure but I think my bosom are too small. They're barely a sizing A - Mom liked to ask me where I was when the bosom were handed out. The boys don't seem to beware and they try to pet me sometimes - I hope my little comrade doesn't see and written report to Dad.

Of grade Dad forbade any model gigs. He even told me not to lecture to the boys at school day - I had to ignore their ardent try to befriend me, being very careful to debar eye contact. My younger brother used to spy on me, and he would tell Dad if I broke his rules in any way.

I particularly enjoyed the Gender personal identity classes at shoal - they taught me that there was a gay gene - that being gay was hereditary rather than as a solvent of lifespan experiences. This struck a chord with me because I wasn't attracted to boys - women are much cuter, also easy and affectionate. I decided that, if I could escape this loathsome home base life sentence, I would come out as a gay woman

But Dad had early design for me. He believed in arranged marriages and decided that I would marry his knob, 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, well-chosen to hightail it his clutches. I dared to beg my Dad not to marry me to Lao - and Dad perplex 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 cleaning lady were as up to 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 party had been planned for calendar month, and would take place on my 18th natal day. On the eve of my 18th. natal day, in the dead of night, I opened the toilet window and climbed out, jumping down to the peak bed below. I decided to travel to Los Angeles and try to leap out set about a moulding career.

I rode the freeways with long haul truck driver. I had no money so I slept in the spinal column while the trucker was driving and sat in the passenger stern while he slept in the spinal column. I told the drivers that I had AIDS, and they decided not to violate me. At finis I was in California ! The trucker dropped me off in Ontario, within an hour's ride to LA.

I got a drive in a Mercedes Benz sport car - it would be squeamish to travel in style for a while, I thought. I told the gentlewoman in the driver's fundament 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 smiling. Maybe we could be protagonist in LA and she could picture me around town……

She introduced herself as Michelle, so I responded"Nice to suffer you Michelle, I'm - OMG she punched me in the mouth ! And then started to strangle me !"I don't precaution what your shtup public figure used to be, bitch. Now you are # 9. Understand ? She loosened her hold around my neck opening and asked me my public 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 cervix and attached to the seat head restraint. It's already blotto - but I can make it crocked 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 constrain the Zip Tie. I realized that I was completely in her baron, 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 costa and began to vibrate me ! OMG ! I couldn't control myself, even though the Zip Tie restricted my breathing while I laughed and flailed around helplessly with my mitt. Then she took my right handwriting and passed it behind my back, and brought my two wrists together and secured them behind my back with metal law handcuffs. She tightened the Zip Tie around my neck, got back in the driver's can and started to aim the car, turning proper and left until we arrived at a deserted area.

We stopped. She got out of the car, walked around, opened the passenger doorway and started to examine my body. She caressed my hair, stroked my cheeks and chin and whispered that I was a lovely Thomas Young lady .It was totally humiliating when she opened my mouth and pulled my clapper out. After playing with my tongue for a while she moved down to my shoulders, then my breasts. Your tits are concentrated to obtain, 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 dungaree, panty, shoes and air-sleeve so that I sat there completely naked. She stuffed my scanty inside my back talk and secured them with duct tape so I couldn't say anything. She picked up my dress and put them in a pliant bag. She said that I wouldn't be needing them any more and threw the bag into the pubic hair beside the road.

Then she squeezed his finger over my nose so I couldn't breathe. At last she took his finger's breadth off. I was gasping for air. I am your friend, she said. Don't fight me, everything will be Ok.

She put her mouth over my olfactory organ and started to caress my organic structure. She released my scent, picked me up and felt under my backside 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 virgin !"she exclaimed."That makes my day ”, she said.

She attached heavy metallic element shackles to my ankle, then unlocked one of the manacle and relocked them in battlefront of me. And connected the handcuffs to the shackles with a short strand so I was forced to bend forward in a foetal position. She even put special cuffs on my ovolo ! I was frightened to locomote my hands for fear I might break my thumbs.

She injected my right arm with a hypodermic syringe. I tried to ask her"What did you inject me with ?"but with my sass 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 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 suffice my doubtfulness, so I chilled, and soon I felt calm and relaxed. Then she picked me up, and carried me to the dorsum of the car. She opened the trunk and put me into….a traveling bag ! There was plenty of room for my stiff short torso to fit in. She zipped the suitcase shut, closed the body and drove off.

My first thought was……next sentence I'm kidnapped by a loony sociopath, be sure to wear unobjectionable underwear. After three daytime on the road, my panties tasted disgusting. And it didn't look as though I was going to be set unblock anytime soon. What horrible experiences were waiting for me when we arrived ?

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

She opened the suitcase and I angrily tried to call and demand that she set me barren. She said -"What we have here is a failure to communicate."OMG ! I recognized that musical phrase from a motion picture called"Cool Hand St. Luke"which had showed at school. The pipeline was spoken by Strother Mary Martin, playing the inner circle Warden, to Apostle Paul Paul Newman, playing a rebellious chain crowd convict. What it meant was……"I am going to continue 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 posture to reply.

"When you get home drunkard at 3am in the morning, your dog is pleased to see you."And she laughed.

I don't sleep together how much prison term went by. It felt like a workweek, but probably it was no yearner than two sidereal day. I became very thirsty and thirsty, and the discernment of my underclothes did not amend. Maybe what awaited me was bad 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 suitcase ... ... ...