Hi, I'm Brandy. I'm 28 yo Bi Sub, 5"4 ”, 115 lbs, blond hair, browned eyes, 32C bosom with permanently erect nipple ( have been my whole life ), and a shaved pussy. I've been a Sub most my life although I didn't know it for quite a spell. I do choose 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 learn my some of my other posts about my journeying finding out who I am and what my motive are, I hope you enjoyed it ; if not let me repeat a fiddling of the presentation. My OBGYN once asked me how often I liked to have sex and I told her at least 2 hour a day. She seemed to have misunderstood and asked how many days a week 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 darling part of my living and told her it wasn't a problem. She didn't ask any more questions, but I suspect she realized that explained the various stain and bruises in private sphere of my torso.



I have various Doms I see often and even now two Femdoms that I visit infrequently. But I like salmagundi and my sexual appetite is almost insatiate so I need to see dissimilar people for different experiences. I am upfront with them and my Doms all know about the others. Everything in my lifetime 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 prescribed which means now I have to remain in quarantine until I have 3 negative tests on three sort out daytime. This is a serious trouble ! 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 percentage them. After reading the wonderful and thoughtful comments people left me on my prior posts, 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 stake before my last one, but was hesitant to stake it because first I wasn't sure the site editors would permit it and s I didn't want to inadvertently give anyone a sense of false confidence. I want to be clear, what I did here was heady and I could possess been permanently injured or killed so please do not attempt this as it is meant to be a prophylactic post.



I met one Dom right 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 skilful fit for me. She was definitely right 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 penalty over a long stop of time. I mentioned in my final post that 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 second Dan. After college I joined a MMA training facility and learned a Brazilian style of Jiu Jitsu ; until they closed gyms down due to COVID-19, I was eager to fight anyone in the Cage replete contact three times a workweek. But whereas this is not what this post is about, it was relevant to see parts of what happened. billet that any gens are made up but the story is honest.



I was hanging out one nighttime at a topical anesthetic bar that was frequented by Doms and bomber 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, fateful hair, brown eyes and very muscular. 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 individual 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 ply new experiences. So instead I simply said"yes, Sir ”. He asked me if I wanted to join him for a glass of wine-coloured at his apartment and I agreed, but first I excused myself to go to the restroom. tone that even though I frequent a number of local anesthetic bars I always limit myself to one drink ; the bartenders all know this ( I tip them well ) and we have a code when I switch to"vodka on the rocks"they bring me water instead. With the active agent life I lead I need to detain hydrated, plus alcohol dulls the good sense and I never want to omit a single aesthesis when submitting to my Dom's wish. I was washing my hands and when I went to catch a newspaper publisher towel to dry them, a female child who looked very spooky 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 public toilet. I thought about what she said and seeing the spite look in her teary heart made me want to consider 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 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 tip saying thanks Jack ”. Jim said,"I'm done as well, let me take aim care of you bar bill"but I didn't want Jim to know how little I had to drink and that I was perfectly sober. Thankfully, jack pretended not to get word him turned around and added the one drink I had earlier to my tab with a few pat on the registry's screen. Jack then tapped the screen a few more times and presented Jim with just his bill. Jim looked at it and said to Jack"wait ; only my beverage are on here and I said I would pay for Brandy ”. Jack was a temper bartender and said"sorry fellow, I already added them to her tab"then turned around and started taking an order from someone else at the bar. I could tell Jim was pissed, but paid his handbill in Johnny Cash which I found unusual but then realized it would be harder to trace him to having been here without a credit visiting card charge. We started to stand up, sea dog had regained his composure and held my posterior for me as I stepped down with him playing the valet de chambre and me the helpless flyspeck little Sub. I said"thank you Sir ”.

When we got outside, Jack 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 localization not anywhere close to where we were ; which made me intend of class he wouldn't hunt in his own backyard. Jim pressed the key fob and I could see he was driving a late manikin E-class Mercedes ; I pretended to be impress saying"nice ride ”. He held the door for me, closed it, then walked around and got in the driver's side. When he started the car classical 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 dealings was light so we arrived fairly quickly at this apartment construction. Jim pulled the car into an underground garage and pulled into a numbered blank. We got out of the car, doodly-squat 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 good size 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 person or red wine-coloured and I replied"whatever pleases you Sir ”. Jim went to the kitchen and opened a nursing bottle of chilled white wine as I started to look around his apartment and checked out the view from his windowpane.



When Jim came back he said"here"and I turned around expecting to receive a glass of wine. Instead Jim gull punched me in my left eye and I dropped to one knee. That slug would probably ping any other girl out but my reflex action were well honed and although I couldn't stratagem it I did manage to turn over my head just as he struck me so it was Sir Thomas More of a glancing blow. I was thinking I was such an cretin, I shouldn't have let me guard down from the mo 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 form now as to whether to end him now or let him bear on to see what he would do next. I opted for the latter, I was going to have the total experience that my unnamed sister's who came before me had so I could fully empathise their annoyance. I kneeled there inactive breathing hard trying not to disclose the anger 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 hairsbreadth and dragged me into the bedroom ; then threw me face first on the bed. Still holding my haircloth with one hand he undid my pants ; then pass down to pull my brake shoe, pants and scanty off quickly. He let go of my hair and pushed my shirt and bra both up at the same clip so they were jammed under my armpits. He squeezed my nipple very hard and I realized if I didn't start to take on the role he might turn suspicious, so I cried which wasn't so hard because my eye was really starting to tumesce and shiver. I pretended to sob"please stop"which is exactly what he wanted hear and replied"you know you want this you filthy little wh*re"”. He spread my stage using his articulatio genus ; then pushed his unvoiced peter into my dry snatch which really did pain so I was able to cry louder.



Jim proceeded to hold me down with his hands squeezing my shank concentrated and violate me ; I remained there motionless wondering how many girls had been in this demand same bit before me. After pounding my dry twat for a patch Jim said"cum you short 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 snatch. He said"I knew you liked it you wh*re"and fucked me severely digging his knees into my thighs bruising them ; fortunately his command to cum made my pussy wet so it wasn't as painful now. After a few More minutes Jim thrust deep inside me and said"take this"as I felt his throbbing putz fill my pussycat with cum. After he came he slid his cock out of my slit and stood back, I suspect either to catch his breath, wait to see his cum drip out of my pussy, or both. However, I was done with this now ; I had experienced the wide humiliation, self question and emotional pain in the ass that a colza victim feel and now I would consume control of the situation.

I quickly turned over, get out my shirt down and reached for my pants and shoes but only to entice him closer as I watched out of the corner of my honest eye I saw the shopping 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 tomentum, then stood up lunging into a forward position driving the palm of my hand directly upward striking his nose so firmly I could feel the cartridge crunch. Jim screamed, let go of my whisker and grabbed his olfactory organ with both hands ; his nose was bleeding profusely. I immobilized him grabbing his arm and shoulder, stepped adjacent to him with my left leg and then with a downward side bitch I struck the side of his human knee with full force-out ; I could hear it centering and Jim fell to the flat coat letting out a screech. I deftly slipped around behind him and grabbed him in a choke hold ; Jim flailed his arms 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 hurt him as he had hurt so many others but I knew it would be incorrectly for me to kill him.



I sat down future to him lying there sleeping off the choke hold ; I figured I had about two minutes before he would regain knowingness, not that he posed a threat any longer but I wanted to be gone by the time he realized what had happened. I dressed quickly, intentionally letting his cum dripping in my panties which I kept as evidence. Then I had a terrible intellection and kneeled down next to him again. Using my hitchhike nail I carved a little jaggy"R"into position of his forehead to brand him as a rapist and give a cicatrice that would be hard to hold in. Jim started to put forward and I realized I needed to go out quickly. His nose was bleeding so profusely I was a little touch on so using a cloth from the kitchen to conceal my fingerprints I took his cellular phone 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 help him. I left the door unlocked and slightly ajar so as to spend a penny it comfortable for individual 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 door. 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 vicinity in midtown. I went to a nearby infirmary ER and told the person at the inhalation desk that I was assaulted. By then my eye was very swollen and discolored so it was gain I wasn't making this up ; I was handed me a clipboard and asked to fulfil out the paperwork attached. I then sat in the waiting room with everyone else ; fortunately it was fairly discharge that night. They eventually called me back to another way where they asked a onslaught of questions about the incident. I told the trueness, but was actually now starting to feel the trauma I could see in the girlfriend eyes who had warned me about Jim so I intentionally left a lot of the contingent out saying thing like"I'm not sure"or"for some rationality I can't commemorate ”. The woman taking my information was very sympathetic and told me some of the computer memory might get along back to me in clip, but it sounded like I might sustain been drugged in which suit I might never retrieve. She told me several prison term to think back this was not my fault.

After the consultation, I was taken to an examining room where a manlike MD accompanied by a female person nurse asked many of the Sami questions. The doctor explained they were going to do a rape kit and proceeded to collect semen samples as well as taking pictures of my wounds which were now starting to turn black-market. When they were done I got dressed and pulled to curtain back only to see that there were two constabulary officer outside waiting ; one male and one female. Clearly they had done this before because the male ship's officer waited outside the room while the female officer sat down following to me and asked almost all of the same query I had already answered twice. She was professionally unemotional but also used a very chill out 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 undefined de***********ion I gave them and the fact he was all the way uptown I doubted they would find out him. The ship's officer gave me the numbers for a rape counselor and a local anesthetic financial 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 send for somebody to take me home base. I thanked them but declined. They pressed saying I really shouldn't be alone tonight, but I assured them I lived unaired by and would forebode a friend if I needed support. I still had my ego authority and was running on the gamy I got from taking down that trash of a rapist. But after I got home, I started to have self doubtfulness. Was a guy like Jim whose ego is prominent than the room he's standing in going to let this go ? I knew he'd be hospitalized and in strong-arm therapy for a while, but what if he came after me months from now seeking retaliation ? What if he had a gun and I couldn't evade him when he came after me. Then I had a worse intellection, what if he sent friends of his to lash out me or gang rape me. I didn't own a gun nor did I want one but started carrying unconventional sound weapons I had trained with like throwing darts strapped to my shoulder and a springiness loaded folding billy club strapped to my take down dorsum. I stopped walking alone late at nighttime unless I was very close to home. I stopped seeing new Doms unless I had them fully vetted, preferably with a character from a friend who I trusted. I realized this is just a taste of the fear 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 have happened if that girlfriend hadn't warned me about Jim before I went home with him. Because they both have a similar theatrical role, a Dom and a rapist can appear the same until you find out which is which and then it's too late. This is the end of my cautionary Emily Post and to all of my associate U-boat who read this, irrespective of your intimate preference please be careful and learn from my mistake .