Married Bliss (1)

I’m the luckiest woman in the world. I’m married to the most wonderful man – Jack makes me feel cherished. At our wedding Jack vowed to love, protect and control me, and I to love, worship and obey him. It’s such freedom not to have to worry, even to think. 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 home from our wedding.

I am completely faithful to Jack, and I have zero interest in other 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 unlikely event that I am the subject of discussion, Jack answers for me.

Jack is a “hot husband”. He enjoys sexual encounters with young women several times a week. We agree that it strengthens our relationship for me to see him happy. When he has a partner visit the bedroom, he says “9, cage” and I strip naked 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 ladies laugh at me and treat me like a piece of dirt. But on the contrary I love to feel close to him and to share his pleasure.

I grew up in East 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 friends to the house, use the internet or listen to music. Dad was very opinionated, and would lecture to the family. We did not dare contradict him.

His views were intensely right wing – immigration should be banned, he said – and he hated trade unions. Except the Miller’s Union, where he was a Union rep. I enjoyed going to High School – I learnt a whole different world from my teachers. My grades were excellent, and I was looking forward to attending Rice University in the fall.

At 17 years old, everyone told me that I was becoming a lovely young woman. I was the homecoming queen – and local photographers 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 black and glossy 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 tits are too small. 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 brother doesn’t see and report to Dad.

Of course Dad forbade any modelling gigs. He even told me not to talk to the boys at school – I had to ignore their ardent attempts to befriend me, being very careful to avoid eye contact.