Brandy's Cautionary Experience


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Hi, I'm Brandy. I'm 28 yo Bi Sub, 5"4 ”, 115 lbs, blonde hair, Brown middle, 32C breasts with permanently erect nipples ( have been my unit life ), and a plane pussy. I've been a Sub most my life sentence 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 needs are, I hope you enjoyed it ; if not let me recur a little of the presentation. My OBGYN once asked me how often I liked to make sex and I told her at least 2 hours a day. She seemed to let misunderstood and asked how many daytime a calendar 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 favorite theatrical role of my living and told her it wasn't a trouble. She didn't ask any more interrogative, but I suspect she realized that explained the several chump and contusion in private area of my consistency.



I have respective Doms I see often and even now two Femdoms that I visit infrequently. But I like sort and my intimate appetence is almost unsatiable so I need to see unlike people for unlike experiences. I am upfront with them and my Doms all know about the others. Everything in my aliveness was fine until one of my Doms contracted COVID-19, so I had to quarantine for 10 daylight and get tested regularly ; well guess what even though I have no symptoms I tested positive which means now I have to rest in quarantine until I have 3 negative tests on three separate days. This is a dangerous problem ! I've tried phone, video, etc. but none of it works for me ; I have to be with individual to orgasm. So I thought I'd write down some of my experiences of being a Sub and parcel them. After reading the wonderful and thoughtful comments the great unwashed left me on my anterior Charles William Post, I am so glad you enjoyed them. I must say reliving each of these experiences as I write them has been physic for me. I wrote this post before my last one, but was hesitant to post it because first I wasn't sure the sites editor program would countenance it and back I didn't want to inadvertently give anyone a sense of fake confidence. I want to be clear, what I did here was reckless and I could own been permanently injured or killed so delight do not attempt this as it is meant to be a admonitory 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 good fit for me. She was definitely redress about that. He trained me very well, including training me to cum only on command which let me order you is not a course I'd recommend to anyone not able-bodied to handle a lot of punishment over a long geological period of sentence. I mentioned in my concluding post that I grew up and still live in NYC and my mother enrolled me in a Taekwondo dojo when I was youth so I could protect myself. I stuck with it all the way through college attaining the rank of indorsement Dan. After college I joined a MMA education deftness and learned a Brazilian fashion of Jiu Jitsu ; until they closed gymnasium down due to COVID-19, I was eager to defend anyone in the coop full impinging three times a week. But whereas this is not what this post is about, it was relevant to understand portion of what happened. Note that any epithet are made up but the story is avowedly.



I was hanging out one dark at a local bar that was frequented by Doms and Subs 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, browned eye and very muscular. After probing a slight 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 provide new experiences. So instead I simply said"yes, Sir ”. He asked me if I wanted to join him for a methamphetamine hydrochloride of wine at his apartment and I agreed, but number 1 I excused myself to go to the restroom. Note that even though I frequent a number of topical 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 rock"they bring me water instead. With the active living I lead I need to stay on hydrated, plus alcohol dulls the weed and I never want to miss a single sensation when submitting to my Dom's wishes. I was washing my hands and when I went to grab a paper towel to dry them, a girl who looked very neural came over to me and whispered"don't go menage with him, he's a raper"; then she quickly walked out and I didn't see her again when I came out of the toilet facility. I thought about what she said and seeing the wounded look in her teary middle made me need to take Jim out in the alleyway and beat him to a pulp magazine, but I opted instead to do what I said above was really heady and see exactly who Jim was and what he would try do to me.



Jim was the perfective gentleman so far and even stood up when I came back to sit down at the bar. I called for the bartender"jak"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 seafarer ”. Jim said,"I'm done as well, let me get hold of care of you bar bill"but I didn't want Jim to love how minuscule I had to drink and that I was perfectly sober. Thankfully, manual laborer pretended not to hear him turned around and added the one drink I had earlier to my tab with a few taps on the cash register's screen door. Jack then tapped the screen a few to a greater extent times and presented Jim with just his Federal Reserve note. Jim looked at it and said to Jack"delay ; only my drinks are on here and I said I would pay for Brandy ”. seafarer was a seasoned barkeep and said"sorry buster, I already added them to her tab"then turned around and started taking an order from someone else at the bar. I could secernate Jim was pissed, but paid his banker's bill in cash which I found unusual but then realized it would be voiceless to hound him to having been here without a credit card cathexis. We started to place upright up, gob had regained his composure and held my seat for me as I stepped down with him playing the gentleman and me the incapacitated petite little Sub. I said"thank you Sir ”.

When we got outside, Jack 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 localisation not anywhere close to where we were ; which made me think of course he wouldn't hunting in his own backyard. Jim pressed the key fob and I could see he was driving a later fashion model E-class Mercedes ; I pretended to be impressed saying"decent drive ”. 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 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 space. We got out of the car, diddley again coming around and holding the room access for me ; with me repeating"thank you Sir ”. We took the elevator to diddlyshit's apartment which was a fairly good size of it 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 white or red wine and I replied"whatever pleases you Sir ”. Jim went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of cool snowy wine as I started to look around his flat and checked out the perspective from his window.



When Jim came back he said"here"and I turned around expecting to encounter a crank of wine. Instead Jim chump punched me in my left eye and I dropped to one knee. That punch would probably pink any other girl out but my reflex were well honed and although I couldn't contrivance it I did make do to turn my promontory just as he struck me so it was more of a glancing blow. I was thinking I was such an idiot, I shouldn't have let me guard down from the bit 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 piss now as to whether to block off him now or let him continue to see what he would do next. I opted for the latter, I was going to own the full experience that my nameless sister's who came before me had so I could fully understand their bother. I kneeled there still breathing severe trying not to disclose the anger I felt. Jim kicked me in my side bruising two of my costa, but I was used to being kicked by semi-professional fighters and simply rolled into a protective testicle. Jim pulled me up by my fuzz and dragged me into the bedroom ; then threw me face first on the bed. Still holding my tomentum with one hand he undid my trouser ; then get hold of down to pull my shoe, bloomers and panty off quickly. He let go of my whisker and pushed my shirt and bra both up at the Saame time so they were jammed under my armpits. He squeezed my teat very hard and I realized if I didn't first to play the role he might turn suspicious, so I cried which wasn't so hard because my eye was really starting to swell and throb. I pretended to sob"please break off"which is exactly what he wanted hear and replied"you know you want this you filthy little wh*re"”. He spread my branch using his articulatio genus ; then pushed his firmly peter into my dry pussy which really did bruise so I was capable to cry louder.



Jim proceeded to contain me down with his hands squeezing my waist hard and spoil me ; I remained there motionless wondering how many girls had been in this exact same smudge before me. After pounding my dry cunt for a while Jim said"cum you fiddling 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 twat. He said"I knew you liked it you wh*re"and fucked me strong digging his knees into my thighs bruising them ; fortunately his instruction to cum made my puss wet so it wasn't as irritating now. After a few more minutes Jim thrust late inside me and said"subscribe this"as I felt his throbbing cock fill my pussy with cum. After he came he slid his cock out of my slit and stood back, I suspect either to catch his hint, postponement to see his cum drip out of my snatch, or both. However, I was done with this now ; I had experienced the full abasement, self doubt and worked up pain that a rape victim flavour and now I would pack control of the situation.

I quickly turned over, draw my shirt down and reached for my trouser and place but only to lure him closer as I watched out of the niche of my good eye I saw the center of his trunk moving toward me. Sitting on the bed with my head still down I waited until he was close and he grabbed my fuzz, then stood up lunging into a forward-moving stance driving the medallion of my mitt directly upward striking his nose so hard I could find the cartridge crunch. Jim screamed, let go of my hair and grabbed his nose with both hands ; his olfactory organ was bleeding profusely. I immobilized him grabbing his arm and shoulder joint, stepped adjacent to him with my left leg and then with a downward face bitch I struck the side of his knee with full force ; I could take heed it snap and Jim fell to the undercoat letting out a shriek. I deftly slipped around behind him and grabbed him in a choke hold ; 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 rightfield to offend him as he had hurt so many others but I knew it would be wrong for me to kill him.



I sat down succeeding to him lying there sleeping off the choke coil hold ; I figured I had about two minutes before he would find consciousness, 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 drip in my scanty which I kept as evidence. Then I had a atrocious thought and kneeled down next to him again. Using my thumb nail I carved a little jaggy"R"into side of his brow to mark him as a rapist and leave a scar that would be hard to hold in. Jim started to stir and I realized I needed to leave quickly. His nose was bleeding so profusely I was a little concern so using a cloth from the kitchen to conceal my fingermark I took his cell speech sound off the table put it near him and dialed 911. I left knowing that the 911 operator would trace the earphone even if he didn't wake up and get EMS to help him. I left the door unlocked and slightly ajar so as to score it prosperous for someone to notice him. I didn't tending 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 face room access. I walked over to a John R. Major avenue where I knew there would be a lot of multitude around and then walked all the way back to my region in midtown. I went to a nearby hospital ER and told the person at the intake desk that I was assaulted. By then my eye was very intumesce and discolored so it was clear I wasn't qualification this up ; I was handed me a clipboard and asked to sate out the paperwork attached. I then sat in the waiting elbow room with everyone else ; fortunately it was fairly empty that night. They eventually called me back to another room where they asked a bombardment of questions about the incident. I told the truth, but was actually now starting to feel the trauma I could see in the daughter eyes who had warned me about Jim so I intentionally left a lot of the details out saying matter like"I'm not sure"or"for some reason I can't think back ”. The woman taking my information was very sympathetic and told me some of the memories might fall back to me in time, but it sounded like I might cause been drugged in which case I might never recall. She told me several multiplication to remember this was not my fault.

After the audience, I was taken to an examining elbow room where a male doctor accompanied by a distaff nurse asked many of the same motion. The doctor explained they were going to do a rape kit and proceeded to collect cum samples as well as taking pictures of my wounds which were now starting to turn melanise. When they were done I got dressed and pulled to curtain back only to see that there were two police officers outside waiting ; one male and one female. Clearly they had done this before because the Male officer waited outside the room while the female officer sat down next to me and asked almost all of the same questions I had already answered twice. She was professionally unemotional but also used a very lull considerate tone with me. The one affair she asked which was new was did I think I could identify the individual who assaulted me if I saw him again and I replied"definitely ”. But based on the obscure 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 Book of Numbers for a rapine counselor-at-law and a topical anaesthetic support group, encouraging me to use them. When she was done, she handed me the write up she wrote asking me to show and contract 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 person to assume me home plate. I thanked them but declined. They pressed saying I really shouldn't be alone tonight, but I assured them I lived close by and would call a Quaker if I needed support. I still had my self authority and was running on the high up I got from taking down that scum of a raper. But after I got home, I started to consume self dubiety. 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 strong-arm 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 worse sentiment, what if he sent champion 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 artillery I had trained with like throwing flit strapped to my shoulder and a spring loaded folding wand strapped to my lower back. I stopped walking alone late at dark unless I was very closemouthed to home. I stopped seeing new Doms unless I had them fully vetted, preferably with a mention from a acquaintance who I trusted. I realized this is just a taste of the fearfulness 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 get happened if that young lady hadn't warned me about Jim before I went home with him. Because they both have a interchangeable persona, a Dom and a rapist can come along the Saame until you find out which is which and then it's too lately. This is the end of my cautionary Post and to all of my fellow submarine who read this, irrespective of your sexual orientation please be deliberate and learn from my mistake .
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