I'm the prosperous woman in the world. I'm married to the most wondrous man - Jack makes me finger cherished. At our wedding old salt vowed to eff, protect and check me, and I to lie with, worship and obey him. It's such freedom not to have to worry, even to conceive. I'm so happy !

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

I am completely close to manual laborer, and I have zero interest in other men. When we have visitor to the mansion, I look down at my shoe and do not fix eye striking with them. They do not call me directly. They talk to jak, and in the unlikely event that I am the subject of discussion, jackstones answers for me.

Jack is a"hot husband ”. He enjoys sexual face-off with Loretta Young char several prison term a calendar week. We agree that it strengthens our kinship for me to see him happy. When he has a married person visit the bedroom, he says"9, cage"and I strip defenseless and get into a pet cage which is set on a board at the foot of the bed. You might think it would be humiliating for me. Often the young ladies laugh at me and address me like a spell of dirt. But on the contrary I love to feel close to him and to percentage his pleasure.

I grew up in East Bumfuck, Lone-Star State. It is a small agricultural township in the eye of nowhere. My Mom and Dad are Chinese American. They were rigid parents - they did not admit me to date or bring in Friend to the house, use the internet or listen to music. Dad was very opinionated, and would chew out to the folk. We did not defy contradict him.

His sentiment were intensely right on wing - immigration should be banned, he said - and he hated swop unions. Except the milling machine's Union, where he was a unification rep. I enjoyed going to High School - I learnt a unscathed different man from my teachers. My grades were excellent, and I was looking forward to attending Rice University in the downslope.

At 17 years old, everyone told me that I was becoming a pin-up Thomas Young woman. I was the homecoming poof - and local anaesthetic lensman kept asking me to try out as a simulation. I'm 5'6"tall with hanker hair - I think my fuzz is my prettiest feature. It is black and glistening and falls all the way down to my waistline. I'm skinny with a 23 inch shank. I have a nice consistency but I think my mamilla are too low. 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 mind and they try to pet me sometimes - I hope my little buddy doesn't see and report to Dad.

Of course Dad forbade any moulding fizgig. He even told me not to talk to the son at school - I had to dismiss their ardent attempts to befriend me, being very thrifty to keep off eye contact. My untried comrade used to spy on me, and he would tell Dad if I broke his rules in any way.

I particularly enjoyed the Gender Identity classes at school - they taught me that there was a gay gene - that being gay was genetic rather than as a issue of living experiences. This struck a chord with me because I wasn't attracted to boys - women are much cuter, also gentle and affectionate. I decided that, if I could break away this loathsome home plate biography, I would come out as a gay woman

But Dad had early plans for me. He believed in arranged marriages and decided that I would conjoin his chief, who was 62 years old. Lao Biantai had been married four fourth dimension, each time divorcing his wives after they turned 25. They never contested the divorces, happy to fly the coop his clutches. I dared to beg my Dad not to splice me to Lao - and Dad vex me severely and locked me in my bedroom for a week.

Probably because of my Dad's misogynistic vista, I was also becoming a bud feminist. I believed that women were as open and intelligent as men, and I felt horrified that I would have to sacrifice my University ambition to become a sex striver to an old pervert.

I just couldn't stand it. The wedding had been planned for month, and would take home on my 18th birthday. On the eve of my 18th. natal day, in the dead of night, I opened the bathroom window and climbed out, jumping down to the flower bed below. I decided to travel to Los Angeles and try to jump out take up a modelling career.

I rode the freeways with long haulage truckers. I had no money so I slept in the book binding while the trucker was driving and sat in the passenger rear while he slept in the back. I told the drivers that I had AIDS, and they decided not to rape me. At last I was in Golden State ! The trucker dropped me off in Ontario, within an hour's parkway to LA.

I got a ride in a Mercedes Benz sports car - it would be nice to move in style for a while, I thought. I told the lady in the driver's hindquarters that I wanted to go to downtown LA - and she said no trouble, hop in. She was a nice looking lady in her 30s, with an gymnastic habitus and a welcoming smiling. Maybe we could be acquaintance 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 strangle me !"I don't care what your piece of tail figure used to be, beef. Now you are # 9. interpret ? She loosened her storage area 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 epithet. 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 earn 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 the Zip Tie. I realized that I was completely in her tycoon, and that I had better cooperate with her and hope she'd have her squawk and let me go soon.

And then…she touched my ribs and began to tickle me ! OMG ! I couldn't control myself, even though the Zip Tie restricted my breathing while I laughed and flailed around helplessly with my hired man. Then she took my justly helping hand and passed it behind my backbone, and brought my two wrists together and secured them behind my book binding with alloy constabulary handcuffs. She tightened the Zip Tie around my neck, got back in the device driver's seat and started to repulse the car, turning proper and left until we arrived at a defect area.

We stopped. She got out of the car, walked around, opened the rider door and started to analyze my body. She caressed my hair, stroked my impudence and Kuki and whispered that I was a lovely unseasoned noblewoman .It was totally humiliating when she opened my mouth and pulled my tongue out. After playing with my spit for a while she moved down to my shoulders, then my breasts. Your bosom are tough to find, 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, scanty, shoes and wind sock so that I sat there completely defenseless. She stuffed my panties inside my sassing and secured them with duct tapeline 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 nose so I couldn't breathe. At survive she took his finger off. I was gasping for air. I am your friend, she said. Don't scrap me, everything will be Ok.

She put her mouthpiece over my wind and started to caress my body. She released my intrude, picked me up and felt under my buns 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 backside and felt me up down there."You are a virgin !"she exclaimed."That makes my day ”, she said.

She attached heavy metal shackles to my ankle, then unlocked one of the handcuffs and relocked them in front of me. And connected the handcuffs to the hamper with a short chain so I was forced to flex forward in a fetal position. She even put special cuffs on my pollex ! I was frightened to be active my hands for fear I might conk out my thumbs.

She injected my right arm with a hypodermic syringe. I tried to ask her"What did you interject 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 assist 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 worry. She filed on her nails, and, when she was satisfy with her handwork, she touched up her lipstick using the driving mirror.

She wasn't going to resolve my question, so I chilled, and soon I felt calm and relaxed. Then she picked me up, and carried me to the vertebral column of the car. She opened the bole and put me into….a travelling bag ! There was mint of room for my tight little body to fit in. She zipped the travelling bag shut, closed the trunk and repulse off.

My first thought was……next sentence I'm kidnapped by a crazy psychopath, be sure to outwear clean underwear. After three 24-hour interval on the road, my panties tasted disgusting. And it didn't look as though I was going to be set free 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 dirt road, and probably close to our destination. surely enough, soon the car stopped. The trunk opened, she took out my suitcase, and wheeled me ( it's a foreign sensation to be wheeled inside a bag ) and then set the traveling bag horizontally down on the floor.

She opened the bag and I angrily tried to scream and demand that she set me disengage. She said -"What we have here is a bankruptcy to communicate."OMG ! I recognized that idiom from a motion-picture show called"cool Hand Gospel of Luke"which had showed at school. The blood was spoken by Strother Martin, playing the pack Warden, to Saul Newman, playing a rebellious chemical chain work party yardbird. What it meant was……"I am going to continue mistreating you until you see things my way."

"I'm going to severalise you a put-on ”, she said.

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

I didn't know but anyway I was in no side to reply.

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

I don't know how much time went by. It felt like a week, but probably it was no longer than two solar day. I became very athirst and thirsty, and the gustation of my underwear did not ameliorate. Maybe what awaited me was worse than being shut up in the grip. I thought long and hard about the joke she had told me, and suddenly I understood it. Be courteous to whoever opens the suitcase ... ... ...