Hi, I'm Brandy. I'm 28 yo Bi Sub, 5"4 ”, 115 lbs, blonde hair, browned eyes, 32C breasts with permanently erect teat ( have been my whole life-time ), and a shave pussy. I've been a Sub most my life although I didn't know it for quite a while. I do prefer men, but I am now a very well civilize obedient Sub and will do whatever I'm told to by a Dom or Femdom. If you've translate my some of my former station about my journey finding out who I am and what my needs are, I hope you enjoyed it ; if not let me repeat a little of the presentation. My OBGYN once asked me how often I liked to have sex and I told her at least 2 hours a day. She seemed to let misunderstood and asked how many years 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 favorite part of my life and told her it wasn't a problem. She didn't ask any more doubtfulness, but I suspect she realized that explained the various stigma and contusion in private area 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 sexual appetite is almost unsatiable so I need to see different people for different 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 days and get tested regularly ; well guess what even though I have no symptoms I tested positivistic which means now I have to remain in quarantine until I have 3 negative tests on three separate days. This is a life-threatening trouble ! I've tried 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 portion them. After reading the wonderful and thoughtful remark people left me on my prior posts, I am so well-chosen you enjoyed them. I must say reliving each of these experiences as I write them has been cathartic for me. I received several postulation to explain the stern respect education methods that one of my Doms used. So I called him to get license and he said I could write about the first off lesson of my training only, just to give you an estimation of what techniques he used but the quietus I am not allowed to percentage with anyone. So that is what this write up is about.



To depart, let me pass on you the larger photograph. I met one Dom right field 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 good fit for me. She was definitely right about that. He trained me very well, including training me to cum only on bid which let me tell you is not a grade I'd recommend to anyone not capable to handle a lot of penalisation over a prospicient period of time of time. This post is about the first lesson of my training. Note that any names are made up but the story is true.



I had made arrangements to touch my new Dom"Luther"at his family early on a Monday daybreak. I made sure enough I was there exactly on clock time, arriving early but ringing the doorbell at the exact fourth dimension he told me to be there. I confess I was both excited about what I had heard, but also a bit daunt given the remark my friend had made about him being too strict for her. When he opened the room access I saw he was tall and well built with brown haircloth and eyes. He was attractive, although considerably older than I was guessing somewhere in his mid to late 30's. He was wearing casual dress, exertion trouser and a tee shirt. I had put on some of my most sexy wearable and underwear wanting to cause certainly it would please him, but now I began to question if that was what he wanted. Martin Luther told me to descend in ; I looked around at his star sign it was very modern and immaculate. He asked"you do know that I am very hard-and-fast and requirement complete obedience from my Cuban sandwich"and I replied"yes Sir. He then told me to follow him and led me down a prospicient staircase into the cellar.

Luther casually said, need off all of your wearing apparel you're not going to postulate them today. The way he said"today"made me question how yearn this was going to last, but I quickly stripped raw and obediently awaited his next command. I looked around the basement and there were more devices and tools than I could ever guess. I recognized some of them, but others were foreign to me and I couldn't tell what they were for although I would eventually watch about all of them later in my education. There was a padded work bench near the middle of the room and Luther told me to lie down on it. The bench had adhesion at the face for my weapon and at the bottom for my stage. I lay down on the terrace and placed my arms and legs where they appeared to belong. Luther came over and adjusted the bench so my blazonry were straight out at my English and my legs were circulate wide apart, locking the bench into that berth. There was a bombastic box next to the bench with lots of rope in it which Luther reached into and pulled out one piece ; I could see they were numbered so he knew which one to use for what. He proceeded to tie every column inch of my body from my shank up to my armpits firmly to the workbench, when he got to my breasts he used a combining of air mile and cringle to tie them so they were squeezed tightly. He then took four more rophy and tied my arms and legs tightly to the workbench attachments. The R-2 were tight enough that I was completely pin, but not so stringent that they cut off the circulation. By the fourth dimension he was done I was so evoke lying there completely incapacitated I could sense my kitty outset to moisten in prediction.

Martin Luther rolled over a table and locked the roulette wheel so that it was positioned above my left berm next to my head. He placed a large container of what looked like a sports drinkable on the table and drop a metallic pale yellow over my head so that it was positioned directly above my mouth. He said very seriously"Brandy, this is crucial so pay attention. You need to subscribe a sip of this every ten minute of arc or you will get dehydrated. Take a sip now so you see how it works."; I obediently complied, the shuck was so long I thought I would have to take up hard on it to get any liquid state but it actually was sluttish, all I had to do was levy my head slightly and sip on it to get a potable. He wheeled over a gimmick that I was familiar with because one of my early Doms had one very much like it. It was a rubber-base paint dildo attached to a rod which was then attached to a rack on the device ; I knew the device had a motor which would spin the wheel causing the dildo to move back and Forth River, basically a fucking motorcar. The rod also had an anal fireplug hanging from it on a steel chain, which I had not seen before. Luther removed a large tube of sex lubricator from his pocket, spread the lips of my pussy wide, pressed the thermionic vacuum tube into my pussy and squeezed a Brobdingnagian quantity inside me until it started dripping out from the side ; then did the Lapplander with my ass. I lay there quietly not wanting to establish him any reason to question my obedience. He then lubed the dildo thoroughly and slid the whole gimmick forward pushing the dildo into my pussy, which caused me to moan very softly. He also lubed and inserted the anal plug into my ass. Luther took two wire with digs on the ends of them and attached one to each side of the sarcoid mound above my kitty. He explained that the diggings were detector and when he turned the gimmick on it would sense any movement which in turn of events would cause it to act ; if I lay still it would not locomote but if I moved the machine would bonk me and the more motility the sensor detected the faster it would thrust. I was confused at this point ; this all seemed so dilate I couldn't tell apart what the intent was.



Luther brought over a poll that had a whole pedestal and a rod that ran horizontally off the top. Hanging from the rod was a wand vibrator which he positioned directly between my stage ; adjusting it so it was leaning firmly against my button. He then brought a tripod over with a camera attached that had a conducting wire running across the floor and said"I'm going to be monitoring you with this ; however it will not be recorded ”. He turned on the roll in the hay machine, but I remained motionless so it just sat there with the dildo in my twat and the anal retentive chaw in my ass. He then turned on the vibrator and I could immediately feel my clitoris scratch line to temper ; Luther stood back and watched. After a few proceedings my clit was really heavy and throb ; my dead body started to tremble which caused the device to start fucking me with the dildo slowly. The chain attached to the rod was hanging loosely so it didn't move yet. The sluggish motion of the dildo and the vibrator pressed with its full weight against my clit made me moan loudly. I held back as long as I could but it was too a great deal for me and I came hard with my rosehip thrusting up and down ; this caused the fucking machine to prompt really fast thrusting inscrutable inside me and when it thrust deeply it pulled the anal retentive male plug deeper into my ass which made me cum even harder and longer until I was screaming. Eventually my orgasm subsided and the machine slowed down then eventually stopped moving altogether. The vibrator was still pressed against my clit, but I managed to hold still. Martin Luther said"good, now you see how this works ”. He turned around and walked toward the stairs saying"I'm going to go to operate now, I'll be back later ”, then left leaving me wondering how yearn"later"was going to be.

I took a long drink from the drinking straw, being very careful not to go any part of my trunk but my forefront. I was OK and able-bodied to loosen for a little while, but then that vibrator started to make me part to tremble again which set off the fucking machine and I found myself repeating another long hard orgasm. There was a clock on the paries and I tried to concentre on that and not my engorged throbbing clit, but it didn't matter what I did because about every 10 to 15 minutes I came again. This went on for over two hours repeating the Saame succession of trembling, getting my twat and ass fucked, and having long firmly orgasms. My pussy was very well and I was sweating heavily even though the basement was cool, I did remember to sustain drunkenness through the shuck to stay hydrated. I thought maybe if I could somehow go the vibrator off my clit I could make this stop. So I tried to use my pelvic arch to shove the vibrator off to one English. This was a big error. When I moved my hips hard to push the vibrator the machine started thrusting fast and abstruse inside my pussy and ass ; the vibrator only bounced off my leg and then landed back bouncing hard against my clitoris which made me cum very hard and long again. When my climax subsided I was breathing heavily and could feel my chest pressing against the ropes that bound me. I would not be trying that again.

After 4 hours of double orgasms, I was getting really tired and my pussy was swollen and sore but these were electric devices and there was no way they would stop, so I had to accept the fact that this was going to go on until Luther returned and I had no idea when that would be. After another hour I had drank so much from the straw I really had to pee, but I clenched to try and hold it in. fountainhead this too had exactly the reverse effect than I wanted because when I clenched it set of the screwing machine which made me cum hard again ; this meter with a squirting coming which is something I never experienced before. As tired and sore as I was, that squirting coming was intense and I was really aroused which did have the electropositive effect of making my cunt succus flow so my kitty-cat was more slippery again. I drank heavily from the stalk. If I was going to throw to cum many to a greater extent prison term I wanted them all to be squirting orgasms.

I did cum many more times and some of them were squirting orgasms, every spunk ending in my physical structure was tingling and now each sentence I orgasmed my eye would roll back into my mind. I screamed, I cried, I begged to make it stop, but there was no one there to hear me. I had never had so many orgasms and although I thought my intimate appetency was insatiate, I was clearly wrong as I had gone far beyond anything I could have ever imagined. I looked at the clock and saw that over 5 hours had passed ; I didn't know how much to a greater extent of this I could take without losing my thinker.

I haven't mentioned this in my other postal service because it runs counter to the image of an obedient Sub, but I grew up and still live in NYC and my mother enrolled me in a Taekwondo dojo when I was young so I could protect myself. I stuck with it all the way through college attaining the rank of minute Dan so I have a enceinte deal of ego discipline and body control. I reached deep into my training and forced my physical structure as stock as it was to go rigid. I meditated and slowed my ventilation to calm my soundbox as often as possible. This worked for a piece, but unfortunately my body betrayed me as it was so hard wired now after all these years to cum hard when stimulated and I could feel my body start to quiver again as that damn vibrator incessantly pressed hard against my clit. I couldn't hold back any longer and I came again long and hard as the nooky machine knife thrust deep into my kitty-cat and ass. I was completely defeated and submitted to the simple machine making me cum over and over again.

Wearily I looked up at the clock seeing another 90 minutes had passed. I had been there for almost 7 hours now and was beginning to regret having been attracted to the thought of a"very strict"Dom. But then I heard the door undecided and Luther walked down the stair. Without a word he shut off the vibrator and fucking automobile rolled it backwards so the dildo and anal retentive stopper pulled out of me ; then unbound me from the mesa. Luther helped me first sit up which made me lightheaded ; then he helped me stand holding my arm and waist until I wasn't wobbling and could suffer on my own. He pointed to a methamphetamine hydrochloride and chrome shower sales booth in the corner of the room and told me to get cleaned up and to come upstairs to the kitchen when I was done. He left and went upstairs. I staggered over to the shower and saw there was a table next to it. On the mesa were a towel and my wearing apparel all neatly folded with my apparel stacked in a pile. I got in the exhibitioner and turned the water on, there was a blade new bar of soap and I washed myself thoroughly. I dried off with the towel and wrapped my long hair with it as I got dressed. I dried my hair as much as I could with the towel and then folded it neatly as it had been placing it back on the table.

My twat and ass were so mad climbing those stairs was painful, but there were balustrade on both side and I managed to drag myself to the top. I looked around saw where the kitchen was and walked in. Luther pointed to the mesa which had four chairs but only one position setting and told me to sit where the place place setting was. He was cooking something and I realized I hadn't had anything to eat except yogurt and a yield smoothie since early this dawn so I was really hungry. He brought over a tray and placed a crustal plate with scrambled eggs and toast in movement of me. He then put a cup of herbal tea and an salmagundi of pocket-sized jounce of jam plus one of honey in front of me. I was practically drooling when Luther told me to eat. While I was eating I realized this meal was carefully planned to animate me ; it had protein, starch, loot, and a calming tea. I finished everything on my plate and drank all of the tea which I had sweetened with the honey. I sat there obediently looking at Luther who was sitting face-to-face me at the tabular array sipping what looked like Scotch whiskey.

I couldn't resist and asked"did I please you Sir ?"I thought I heard Luther sigh as he put the glass he was holding down on the board. He said"Brandy, your performance today was average at considerably. There are 10 deterrent example each one surd than the one prior and you need to master each before moving on to the adjacent. The starting time object lesson is to teach you to be able-bodied to master your consistency even under duress. So before I answer your interrogative, let me ask you if you want to commit to being fully trained ?"I hesitated and thought about it for a second but then replied"yes Sir ”. Martin Luther said"then I am pleased with you. Come back tomorrow at the same time and you will repeat this example until you learn over self control."I replied"yes Sir, thank you for taking the time to learn me ”.

Luther escorted me to the door and I walked only as far as the box of the block where he couldn't see me anymore. I was too sore to walk all the way home and hailed a cab. When I got home I immediately filled a bag of ice and sat down with it between my legs, thinking what had I just committed to ? But I did go back the future day and the day after that ; by the center of the third day I had mastered my showtime object lesson and could stay still even under the most acute orgasm. Martin Luther was pleased and told me to take one day off before we would start my second deterrent example. I was both tidal bore and timorous, remembering he had said each object lesson was intemperately than the prior one. This is as a great deal as I'm allowed to share so this narrative ends here, but I did complete all 10 example and as I said in the beginning of this Emily Price Post it is not something I would recommend to anyone not capable to handle a lot of punishment over a long menses of time .