Hi, I'm Brandy. I'm 28 yo Bi Sub, 5"4 ”, 115 lbs, blonde hair, embrown eyes, 32C breasts with permanently set up nipple ( have been my unscathed life ), and a plane pussy. I've been a Sub most my life although I didn't know it for quite a while. I do opt men, but I am now a very well trained obedient Sub and will do whatever I'm told to by a Dom or Femdom. If you've read my some of my other situation about my journey finding out who I am and what my needs are, I hope you enjoyed it ; if not let me recapitulate a piddling of the intro. My OBGYN once asked me how often I liked to have sex and I told her at least 2 hr a day. She seemed to have misunderstood and asked how many days a workweek and when I said every day she paused, wrote something in my chart and told me I was"highly-sexed ”. I asked if that was a problem and she said only if it interferes with your lifespan. I almost laughed as it is my ducky part of my living and told her it wasn't a job. She didn't ask any more questions, but I suspect she realized that explained the various brand and bruises in private areas of my body.



I have several Doms I see often and even now two Femdoms that I visit infrequently. But I like smorgasbord and my intimate appetency is almost unsatiable so I need to see different people for unlike experiences. I am upfront with them and my Doms all know about the others. Everything in my life was fine until one of my Doms contracted COVID-19, so I had to quarantine for 10 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. and get tested regularly ; well guess what even though I have no symptoms I tested prescribed which means now I have to remain in quarantine until I have 3 veto tests on three carve up years. This is a serious problem ! I've seek phone, video, etc. but none of it works for me ; I have to be with someone to orgasm. So I thought I'd write down some of my experiences of being a Sub and percentage them. After reading the wonderful and thoughtful comments people left me on my anterior Post, I am so happy you enjoyed them. I must say reliving each of these experiences as I write them has been cathartic for me. I wrote this mail before my lastly one, but was hesitant to stake it because first I wasn't sure the site editor in chief would provide it and 2d I didn't want to inadvertently give anyone a horse sense of false confidence. I want to be clear, what I did here was rash and I could have been permanently injured or killed so please do not attempt this as it is meant to be a prophylactic post.



I met one Dom rightfulness after I graduated college that was exceptionally rigid. Another Fem Sub that I knew told me about him and said he was too strict for her, but she thought he would be a sound fit for me. She was definitely in good order about that. He trained me very well, including training me to cum only on command which let me tell you is not a course I'd recommend to anyone not able to handle a lot of punishment over a long period of time of time. I mentioned in my finale stake that I grew up and still live in NYC and my female parent enrolled me in a tae kwon do dojo when I was untried so I could protect myself. I stuck with it all the way through college attaining the rank of second Dan. After college I joined a MMA education facility and learned a Brazilian style of Jiu Jitsu ; until they closed gyms down due to COVID-19, I was tidal bore to fight anyone in the John Milton Cage Jr. full impinging three multiplication a week. But whereas this is not what this place is about, it was relevant to understand region of what happened. note that any names are made up but the story is genuine.



I was hanging out one night at a local anesthetic bar that was frequented by Doms and submarine I knew. A guy named"Jim"that I had never met before had sat next to me at the bar and struck up a conversation. He was tall, black hair, brown optic and very powerful. After probing a little he came right out and asked me if I was a Sub, to which I replied"yes ”. He said he was a Dom and asked me if I was looking for someone like him. I found him attractive and since I didn't know him very well yet I refrained from telling him that I had several Doms already but was always occupy in meetimg new Doms who could ply new experiences. So instead I simply said"yes, Sir ”. He asked me if I wanted to conjoin him for a glass of wine-colored at his apartment and I agreed, but number one I excused myself to go to the public convenience. short letter that even though I frequent a telephone number of local bars I always limit myself to one swallow ; the barkeep all know this ( I tip them well ) and we have a computer code when I switch to"vodka on the rock-and-roll"they bring me water instead. With the active life I lead I need to stay hydrated, plus alcoholic beverage dulls the senses and I never want to drop a single sensory faculty when submitting to my Dom's wishes. I was washing my hands and when I went to grab a composition towel to dry them, a female child who looked very skittish came over to me and whispered"don't go home plate with him, he's a rapist"; then she quickly walked out and I didn't see her again when I came out of the restroom. I thought about what she said and seeing the wounded look in her teary eyes made me want to take on Jim out in the alley and beat him to a pulp, but I opted instead to do what I said above was really reckless and see exactly who Jim was and what he would try do to me.



Jim was the everlasting gentleman so far and even stood up when I came back to sit down at the bar. I called for the bartender"Jack"who I knew well and said"that's all for me tonight, please put it on my tab and slid him a twenty dollar bill tip saying thanks Jack ”. Jim said,"I'm done as well, let me take fear of you bar neb"but I didn't want Jim to know how trivial I had to fuddle and that I was perfectly sober. Thankfully, diddley pretended not to hear him turned around and added the one drunkenness I had earlier to my tab with a few hydrant on the register's screen. Jack then tapped the projection screen a few more times and presented Jim with just his bill. Jim looked at it and said to Jack"wait ; only my drinks are on here and I said I would pay for Brandy ”. jak was a temper bartender and said"sad dandy, I already added them to her tab"then turned around and started taking an orderliness from person else at the bar. I could differentiate Jim was pissed, but paid his government note in cash which I found unusual but then realized it would be harder to trace him to having been here without a credit posting charge. We started to stand up, Jack had regained his composure and held my seat for me as I stepped down with him playing the gentleman and me the helpless flyspeck small Sub. I said"thank you Sir ”.

When we got outside, jackass said he was parked down the street and we started to walk in that direction. I asked him where he lived and he gave me an uptown locating not anywhere close to where we were ; which made me reckon of course he wouldn't hunt in his own backyard. Jim pressed the key fob and I could see he was driving a belated fashion model E-class Mercedes ; I pretended to be impressed saying"nice ride ”. He held the doorway for me, closed it, then walked around and got in the driver's side. When he started the car Graeco-Roman music started playing ; Jim turned to me and asked is the music OK for you and I replied"yes Sir ”. We drove uptown and the traffic was light so we arrived fairly quickly at this apartment edifice. Jim pulled the car into an resistance garage and pulled into a add up space. We got out of the car, sea dog again coming around and holding the doorway for me ; with me repeating"thank you Sir ”. We took the elevator to diddley's apartment which was a fairly good sizing for the area he lived in NYC. It was decorated in a very minimalist way, but everything looked immaculate and relatively new. Jim asked if I preferred white or red wine and I replied"whatever pleases you Sir ”. Jim went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of cool down lily-white wine as I started to expect around his flat and checked out the view from his window.



When Jim came back he said"here"and I turned around expecting to meet a glass of wine. Instead Jim sucker punched me in my leave behind eye and I dropped to one knee. That poke would probably knocked any other daughter out but my reflexes were well honed and although I couldn't dodge it I did carry off to turn my headland just as he struck me so it was more than of a glancing puff. I was thinking I was such an idiot, I shouldn't have let me guard down from the consequence we left that bar but too late now. What Jim didn't know was that from the kneeling position I was in I could have easily taken him down and subdued him, so I had a choice to get now as to whether to give up him now or let him keep on to see what he would do next. I opted for the latter, I was going to birth the full moon experience that my unnamed sis's who came before me had so I could fully empathise their pain. I kneeled there motionless breathing grueling trying not to disclose the ira I felt. Jim kicked me in my incline bruising two of my ribs, but I was used to being kicked by semi-professional fighters and simply rolled into a protective ball. Jim pulled me up by my pilus and dragged me into the bedroom ; then threw me face first on the bed. Still holding my hair with one mitt he undid my gasp ; then get to down to pull my shoes, pants and panties off quickly. He let go of my hair and pushed my shirt and bra both up at the Lapp time so they were jammed under my axilla. He squeezed my nipples very hard and I realized if I didn't start to fiddle the role he might go suspicious, so I cried which wasn't so hard because my eye was really starting to well up and throb. I pretended to sob"please stop"which is exactly what he wanted hear and replied"you know you want this you filthy small wh*re"”. He spread my legs using his knees ; then pushed his hard cock into my dry twat which really did smart so I was able to cry louder.



Jim proceeded to harbor me down with his helping hand squeezing my shank hard and outrage me ; I remained there motionless wondering how many young lady had been in this exact same touch before me. After pounding my dry pussy for a while Jim said"cum you little wh*re"which he had no way of know would actually make me cum but only because I was trained to cum on instruction. I moaned loudly and my body shook as I came with Jim still pounding my puss. He said"I knew you liked it you wh*re"and fucked me severely digging his knees into my thighs bruising them ; fortunately his instruction to cum made my pussy wet so it wasn't as painful now. After a few More minutes Jim thrust cryptical inside me and said"take this"as I felt his throbbing cock fill my puss with cum. After he came he slid his putz out of my slit and stood back, I suspect either to catch his intimation, delay to see his cum drip out of my snatch, or both. However, I was done with this now ; I had experienced the fully mortification, self doubt and worked up painful sensation that a rape dupe feels and now I would engage ascendency of the situation.

I quickly turned over, extract my shirt down and reached for my pants and brake shoe but only to lure him closer as I watched out of the recess of my honorable eye I saw the center of his body moving toward me. Sitting on the bed with my head still down I waited until he was close and he grabbed my hair, then stood up lunging into a forward stance driving the palm of my hand directly upward striking his nose so strong I could sense the magazine crunch. Jim screamed, let go of my hair's-breadth and grabbed his nozzle with both hands ; his nozzle was bleeding profusely. I immobilized him grabbing his arm and shoulder, stepped next to him with my leftfield leg and then with a downward side beef I struck the side of meat of his knee with full force ; I could try it press stud and Jim fell to the priming letting out a shriek. I deftly slipped around behind him and grabbed him in a choking coil clasp ; Jim flailed his arms at me weakly for a few seconds but I choked him out quickly. I took his pulse and made sure he was still breathing ; I felt I had every right to spite him as he had hurt so many others but I knew it would be incorrectly for me to kill him.



I sat down next to him lying there sleeping off the choke hold ; I figured I had about two proceedings before he would find consciousness, not that he posed a threat any long but I wanted to be gone by the fourth dimension he realized what had happened. I dressed quickly, intentionally letting his cum drip mold in my panties which I kept as evidence. Then I had a horrendous thought and kneeled down next to him again. Using my thumb nail I carved a little notched"R"into side of his forehead to brand him as a raper and lead a scrape that would be hard to conceal. Jim started to stir and I realized I needed to leave quickly. His nose was bleeding so profusely I was a fiddling concerned so using a cloth from the kitchen to conceal my fingerprints I took his cellular telephone phone off the table put it near him and dialed 911. I left knowing that the 911 operator would trace the phone even if he didn't wake up and get EMS to serve him. I left the room access unlock and slightly ajar so as to make it easily for someone to receive him. I didn't care how he tried to put a spin on this when they asked him what happened, I had done what I had come to do and was finished with him now.

I took the stairs and went out a side of meat door. I walked over to a major avenue where I knew there would be a lot of hoi polloi around and then walked all the way back to my neighborhood in midtown. I went to a nearby hospital ER and told the person at the uptake desk that I was assaulted. By then my eye was very swell up and discolored so it was clear I wasn't qualification this up ; I was handed me a clipboard and asked to take out the paperwork attached. I then sat in the waiting room with everyone else ; fortunately it was fairly empty that night. They eventually called me back to another room where they asked a barrage of questions about the incident. I told the truth, but was actually now starting to finger the psychic trauma I could see in the young lady eyes who had warned me about Jim so I intentionally left a lot of the details out saying things like"I'm not trusted"or"for some reason I can't think back ”. The womanhood taking my information was very good-hearted and told me some of the remembering might come back to me in fourth dimension, but it sounded like I might possess been drugged in which case I might never remember. She told me several multiplication to think back this was not my fault.

After the interview, I was taken to an examining way where a male Dr. accompanied by a female nanny asked many of the same questions. The doctor explained they were going to do a rapine kit and proceeded to pile up come samples as well as taking characterization of my wounds which were now starting to plow Black person. When they were done I got dressed and pulled to curtain back only to see that there were two law officers outside waiting ; one Male and one female. Clearly they had done this before because the virile policeman waited outside the room while the female person officer sat down adjacent to me and asked almost all of the same questions I had already answered twice. She was professionally unemotional but also used a very calm considerate tone with me. The one matter she asked which was new was did I think I could identify the person who assaulted me if I saw him again and I replied"definitely ”. But based on the wispy de***********ion I gave them and the fact he was all the way uptown I doubted they would observe him. The officer gave me the figure for a rape pleader and a local support group, encouraging me to use them. When she was done, she handed me the report she wrote asking me to read and sign it validating that she had represented what I said correctly.

When I was done they discharged me and asked if I needed them to shout person to use up me house. I thanked them but declined. They pressed saying I really shouldn't be alone this night, but I assured them I lived come together by and would call a friend if I needed support. I still had my self confidence and was running on the richly I got from taking down that scum of a rapist. But after I got home, I started to have self doubts. Was a guy like Jim whose ego is bigger than the room he's standing in going to let this go ? I knew he'd be hospitalized and in physical therapy for a while, but what if he came after me calendar month from now seeking revenge ? What if he had a gun and I couldn't evade him when he came after me. Then I had a regretful thought, what if he sent friends of his to attack me or gang rape me. I didn't own a gun nor did I want one but started carrying unlawful legal weapons I had trained with like throwing dart strapped to my shoulder and a bounce loaded folding billystick strapped to my lower berth back. I stopped walking alone late at nighttime unless I was very tight to base. I stopped seeing new Doms unless I had them fully vetted, preferably with a consultation from a ally who I trusted. I realized this is just a taste of the fright those pitiful girls who went before me must be living with maybe for the rest of their lives.

I still wonder to this day what would have happened if that missy hadn't warned me about Jim before I went home with him. Because they both have a similar persona, a Dom and a rapist can appear the same until you find out which is which and then it's too recently. This is the end of my prophylactic post and to all of my gent zep who read this, irrespective of your sexual preference please be careful and learn from my mistake .