Hi, I'm Brandy. I'm 28 yo Bi Sub, 5"4 ”, 115 lbs, blonde hair, brown centre, 32C breasts with permanently erect nipples ( have been my unit lifetime ), and a shaved pussy. I've been a Sub most my animation although I didn't know it for quite a while. I do prefer 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 posts about my journey finding out who I am and what my pauperism are, I hope you enjoyed it ; if not let me repeat a little of the introduction. 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 Day a workweek and when I said every day she paused, wrote something in my chart and told me I was"oversexed ”. I asked if that was a problem and she said only if it interferes with your life. I almost laughed as it is my front-runner part of my lifespan and told her it wasn't a problem. She didn't ask any to a greater extent questions, but I suspect she realized that explained the respective crisscross and bruises in common soldier field of my body.



I have several Doms I see often and even now two Femdoms that I visit infrequently. But I like variety and my intimate appetite is almost insatiate so I need to see different the great unwashed for dissimilar experiences. I am upfront with them and my Doms all know about the others. Everything in my sprightliness 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 confirming which means now I have to remain in quarantine until I have 3 negatively charged psychometric test on three separate sidereal day. This is a serious problem ! I've tried telephone, 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 share them. After reading the wonderful and thoughtful scuttlebutt mass left me on my prior Emily 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 C. W. Post before my last one, but was hesitant to post it because first I wasn't sure the web site editors would allow it and s I didn't want to inadvertently give anyone a sentiency of false assurance. I want to be top, what I did here was reckless and I could have been permanently injured or killed so please do not attempt this as it is meant to be a cautionary post.



I met one Dom right hand after I graduated college that was exceptionally strict. 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 soundly fit for me. She was definitely ripe about that. He trained me very well, including training me to cum only on command which let me tell you is not a track I'd recommend to anyone not capable to deal a lot of punishment over a long period of fourth dimension. I mentioned in my last stake that I grew up and still live in NYC and my mother enrolled me in a Taekwondo dojo when I was Danton True Young so I could protect myself. I stuck with it all the way through college attaining the membership of second Dan. After college I joined a MMA education facility and learned a Brazilian trend of Jiu Jitsu ; until they closed gym down due to COVID-19, I was eager to press anyone in the John Cage wax contact three times a week. But whereas this is not what this mail service is about, it was relevant to understand parts of what happened. greenback that any names are made up but the story is true.



I was hanging out one night at a local bar that was frequented by Doms and zep 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 heart and very mesomorphic. 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 interested in meetimg new Doms who could supply new experiences. So instead I simply said"yes, Sir ”. He asked me if I wanted to unite him for a glass of wine-colored at his apartment and I agreed, but foremost I excused myself to go to the public lavatory. Note that even though I frequent a number of local legal profession I always limit myself to one beverage ; the bartenders all know this ( I tip them well ) and we have a code when I switch to"vodka on the rock music"they bring me water instead. With the active biography I lead I need to stay hydrated, plus alcohol dulls the senses and I never want to pretermit a single sensory faculty when submitting to my Dom's want. I was washing my hands and when I went to grab a paper towel to dry them, a daughter who looked very nervous came over to me and whispered"don't go home 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 wound expression in her teary-eyed middle made me require to take aim Jim out in the bowling alley and beat him to a flesh, 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 perfect 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 mark tip saying thanks Jack-tar ”. Jim said,"I'm done as well, let me ingest precaution of you bar banker's bill"but I didn't want Jim to know how little I had to booze and that I was perfectly sober. Thankfully, doodly-squat pretended not to hear him turned around and added the one potable I had earlier to my tab with a few taps on the register's screen. Jack then tapped the screen a few Sir Thomas More clock time and presented Jim with just his bill. Jim looked at it and said to Jack"waiting ; only my drinks are on here and I said I would pay for Brandy ”. Jack was a seasoned barkeeper and said"sorry fashion plate, I already added them to her tab"then turned around and started taking an order from somebody else at the bar. I could tell Jim was pissed, but paid his bill in Cash which I found strange but then realized it would be harder to trace him to having been here without a credit rating card bang. We started to stomach up, squat had regained his composure and held my tush for me as I stepped down with him playing the gentleman's gentleman and me the helpless petite piddling Sub. I said"thank you Sir ”.

When we got outside, mariner said he was parked down the street and we started to take the air in that direction. I asked him where he lived and he gave me an uptown positioning not anywhere close to where we were ; which made me think of course he wouldn't hunt in his own backyard. Jim pressed the key fob and I could see he was driving a tardy model E-class Mercedes ; I pretended to be impressed saying"nice ride ”. He held the door for me, closed it, then walked around and got in the driver's position. When he started the car classic music started playing ; Jim turned to me and asked is the euphony OK for you and I replied"yes Sir ”. We drove uptown and the traffic was light so we arrived fairly quickly at this apartment building. Jim pulled the car into an underground garage and pulled into a numbered distance. We got out of the car, diddlyshit again coming around and holding the door for me ; with me repeating"thank you Sir ”. We took the elevator to Jack's flat which was a fairly honest size for the area he lived in NYC. It was decorated in a very minimalist way, but everything looked spotless and relatively new. Jim asked if I preferred Caucasian or red wine and I replied"whatever pleases you Sir ”. Jim went to the kitchen and opened a feeding bottle of chilled Edward White wine as I started to front around his apartment and checked out the view from his window.



When Jim came back he said"here"and I turned around expecting to take in a glass of wine-coloured. Instead Jim sucker punched me in my allow for eye and I dropped to one genu. That poke would probably ping any other girl out but my reflexes were well honed and although I couldn't contrivance it I did manage to wrench my head just as he struck me so it was more of a glancing black eye. I was thinking I was such an idiot, I shouldn't have let me guard down from the moment 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 alternative to make now as to whether to hold back him now or let him continue to see what he would do next. I opted for the latter, I was going to have the broad experience that my unnamed sister's who came before me had so I could fully understand their pain. I kneeled there motionless breathing hard trying not to give away the anger I felt. Jim kicked me in my side bruising two of my ribs, but I was used to being kicked by semi-professional scrapper and simply rolled into a protective ball. Jim pulled me up by my hair's-breadth and dragged me into the chamber ; then threw me face first on the bed. Still holding my hair with one hand he undid my drawers ; then reach down to extract my shoes, pants and scanty off quickly. He let go of my hair and pushed my shirt and bra both up at the Saami time so they were jammed under my axilla. He squeezed my nipples very hard and I realized if I didn't kickoff to act as the purpose he might get suspicious, so I cried which wasn't so hard because my eye was really starting to swell and throb. I pretended to sob"please stop"which is exactly what he wanted hear and replied"you know you want this you filthy minuscule wh*re"”. He spread my wooden leg using his stifle ; then pushed his knockout cock into my dry snatch which really did bruise so I was capable to cry louder.



Jim proceeded to hold me down with his hand squeezing my waist operose and ravish me ; I remained there motionless wondering how many young woman had been in this claim Same spot before me. After pounding my dry pussycat 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 command. I moaned loudly and my body shook as I came with Jim still pounding my pussy. He said"I knew you liked it you wh*re"and fucked me heavily digging his knee joint into my second joint bruising them ; fortunately his command to cum made my pussy wet so it wasn't as sore now. After a few Sir Thomas More minutes Jim thrust deep inside me and said"take this"as I felt his throbbing shaft fill my pussy with cum. After he came he slid his cock out of my pussy and stood back, I suspect either to catch his breath, wait to see his cum drip out of my snatch, or both. However, I was done with this now ; I had experienced the full humiliation, self doubt and aroused annoyance that a rape victim feels and now I would take mastery of the situation.

I quickly turned over, pull up my shirt down and reached for my pants and skid but only to lure him closer as I watched out of the corner of my serious eye I saw the nerve centre 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 tomentum, then stood up lunging into a forward stance driving the medal of my hand directly upward striking his nozzle so hard I could feel the pickup crunch. Jim screamed, let go of my hair and grabbed his olfactory organ with both hands ; his nose was bleeding profusely. I immobilized him grabbing his arm and articulatio humeri, stepped adjacent to him with my left field leg and then with a downward side bang I struck the side of meat of his knee with full phase of the moon strength ; I could hear it snap and Jim fell to the dry land letting out a screaming. I deftly slipped around behind him and grabbed him in a choke hold ; Jim flailed his subdivision at me weakly for a few endorsement but I choked him out quickly. I took his pulse and made sure he was still breathing ; I felt I had every right to suffer him as he had hurt so many others but I knew it would be wrong for me to kill him.



I sat down next to him lying there sleeping off the choking coil hold ; I figured I had about two second before he would regain cognisance, not that he posed a threat any longer but I wanted to be gone by the metre he realized what had happened. I dressed quickly, intentionally letting his cum trickle in my panties which I kept as evidence. Then I had a terrible thought and kneeled down following to him again. Using my thumb nail I carved a little jagged"R"into side of his forehead to brand him as a rapist and leave a mark that would be unvoiced to conceal. Jim started to invoke and I realized I needed to leave quickly. His nose was bleeding so profusely I was a little touch so using a material from the kitchen to conceal my fingerprints I took his cellular telephone phone off the board put it near him and dialed 911. I left knowing that the 911 hustler would trace the phone even if he didn't wake up and get EMS to help him. I left the door unlatched and slightly ajar so as to make it easy for mortal to recover 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 threshold. I walked over to a major avenue where I knew there would be a lot of people around and then walked all the way back to my neighborhood in midtown. I went to a nearby hospital ER and told the someone at the inhalation desk that I was assaulted. By then my eye was very swollen and discolored so it was solve I wasn't making this up ; I was handed me a clipboard and asked to fill out the paperwork attached. I then sat in the waiting room with everyone else ; fortunately it was fairly empty that dark. 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 experience the harm I could see in the lady friend optic who had warned me about Jim so I intentionally left a lot of the contingent out saying things like"I'm not indisputable"or"for some reasonableness I can't commemorate ”. The woman taking my selective information was very sympathetic and told me some of the retention might come back to me in time, but it sounded like I might have been drugged in which case I might never remember. She told me several times to think of this was not my fault.

After the interview, I was taken to an examining way where a manly doctor accompanied by a female nurse asked many of the same questions. The physician explained they were going to do a rape kit and proceeded to pile up seed sample as well as taking mental picture of my wound which were now starting to turn black. When they were done I got dressed and pulled to curtain back only to see that there were two police police officer outside waiting ; one male and one female. Clearly they had done this before because the manlike officer waited outside the room while the female person officer sat down adjacent to me and asked almost all of the Sami questions I had already answered twice. She was professionally reticent but also used a very calm considerate tone with me. The one thing 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 vague de***********ion I gave them and the fact he was all the way uptown I doubted they would find him. The policeman gave me the identification number for a Brassica napus pleader and a local bread and butter radical, encouraging me to use them. When she was done, she handed me the report she wrote asking me to read and sign on it validating that she had represented what I said correctly.

When I was done they discharged me and asked if I needed them to call someone to lease me home. I thanked them but declined. They pressed saying I really shouldn't be alone tonight, but I assured them I lived fold by and would shout out a friend if I needed musical accompaniment. I still had my self assurance and was running on the high up I got from taking down that scum of a rapist. But after I got home, I started to give self dubiety. Was a guy like Jim whose ego is swelled 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 months 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 speculative thinking, 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 improper effectual weapons I had trained with like throwing dart strapped to my shoulder and a fountain loaded folding baton strapped to my lower rachis. I stopped walking alone late at night unless I was very close to house. I stopped seeing new Doms unless I had them fully vetted, preferably with a reference from a friend who I trusted. I realized this is just a taste of the care those poor girls who went before me must be living with maybe for the rest of their lives.

I still wonder to this day what would own happened if that girl hadn't warned me about Jim before I went family with him. Because they both have a similar persona, a Dom and a rapist can appear the Lapplander until you find out which is which and then it's too late. This is the end of my prophylactic Post and to all of my fellow Subs who read this, irrespective of your sexual orientation please be heedful and learn from my misunderstanding .