Hi, I'm Brandy. I'm 28 yo Bi Sub, 5"4 ”, 115 lbs, light-haired hairsbreadth, brown eyes, 32C breasts with permanently erect nipples ( have been my unit life history ), and a shaved pussy. I've been a Sub most my spirit although I didn't know it for quite a while. I do prefer men, but I am now a very well civilise obedient Sub and will do whatever I'm told to by a Dom or Femdom. If you've read my some of my early military post about my journeying finding out who I am and what my needs are, I hope you enjoyed it ; if not let me retell a little of the intro. My OBGYN once asked me how often I liked to induce sex and I told her at least 2 60 minutes a day. She seemed to ingest 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 job 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 enquiry, but I suspect she realized that explained the respective bull's eye and bruise in private areas of my body.



I have respective 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 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 positively charged which means now I have to remain in quarantine until I have 3 negative tests on three separate twenty-four hour period. This is a grave problem ! I've assay speech sound, 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 ploughshare them. After reading the wonderful and thoughtful scuttlebutt 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 place before my finish one, but was hesitant to place it because first I wasn't sure the web site editors would allow it and second I didn't want to inadvertently give anyone a sense of false confidence. I want to be clear, what I did here was foolhardy and I could get been permanently injured or killed so please do not seek this as it is meant to be a cautionary post.



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 control which let me tell you is not a row I'd recommend to anyone not able to handle a lot of punishment over a farsighted point of time. I mentioned in my live on place that I grew up and still live in NYC and my mother enrolled me in a taekwondo dojo when I was Whitney Young so I could protect myself. I stuck with it all the way through college attaining the rank of mo Dan. After college I joined a MMA education facility and learned a Brazilian dash of Jiu Jitsu ; until they closed gyms down due to COVID-19, I was eager to fight anyone in the cage full contact three times a workweek. But whereas this is not what this Emily Post is about, it was relevant to understand parts of what happened. banknote that any figure are made up but the report is true.



I was hanging out one dark at a local anesthetic 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 marvellous, inglorious hair, embrown optic 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 somebody like him. I found him attractive and since I didn't know him very well yet I refrained from telling him that I had various 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 connect him for a glassful of wine at his apartment and I agreed, but first I excused myself to go to the public toilet. billet that even though I frequent a phone number of topical anesthetic bars I always limit myself to one crapulence ; the barkeeper all know this ( I tip them well ) and we have a code when I switch to"vodka on the rocks"they bring me H2O instead. With the active spirit I lead I need to stay hydrated, plus intoxicant dulls the senses and I never want to omit a I 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 female child who looked very nervous came over to me and whispered"don't go home plate with him, he's a raper"; 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 feel in her teary optic made me want to call for Jim out in the back street 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 perfective gentleman so far and even stood up when I came back to sit down at the bar. I called for the mixologist"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 jackass ”. Jim said,"I'm done as well, let me take care of you bar banknote"but I didn't want Jim to know how fiddling I had to fuddle and that I was perfectly sober. Thankfully, jackfruit pretended not to hear him turned around and added the one drinking I had earlier to my tab with a few rap on the register's screen. Jack then tapped the screen a few more times and presented Jim with just his banknote. Jim looked at it and said to Jack"postponement ; only my drinks are on here and I said I would pay for Brandy ”. mariner was a seasoned bartender and said"no-account dude, I already added them to her tab"then turned around and started taking an order from someone else at the bar. I could narrate Jim was pissed, but paid his bill in cash which I found unusual but then realized it would be strong to retrace him to having been here without a quotation card cathexis. We started to stomach 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 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 focusing. I asked him where he lived and he gave me an uptown placement not anywhere close to where we were ; which made me recollect of path he wouldn't hunt in his own backyard. Jim pressed the key fob and I could see he was driving a tardily model E-class Mercedes ; I pretended to be yarn-dye saying"nice ride ”. He held the door for me, closed it, then walked around and got in the driver's slope. When he started the car classical medicine 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 distance. We got out of the car, Jack again coming around and holding the room access for me ; with me repeating"thank you Sir ”. We took the elevator to Jack's apartment which was a fairly undecomposed size for the area he lived in NYC. It was decorated in a very minimalist way, but everything looked undefiled and relatively new. Jim asked if I preferred Theodore Harold White or red wine and I replied"whatever pleases you Sir ”. Jim went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of chilled white wine as I started to attend around his flat and checked out the prospect from his windowpane.



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 forget eye and I dropped to one knee. That punch would probably knocked any other young lady out but my instinctive reflex were well honed and although I couldn't scheme it I did make out to turn my head just as he struck me so it was More of a glancing reversal. I was thinking I was such an idiot, I shouldn't have let me defend 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 let easily taken him down and subdued him, so I had a choice to make now as to whether to stop him now or let him continue to see what he would do next. I opted for the latter, I was going to make the full experience that my unnamed babe's who came before me had so I could fully infer their pain. I kneeled there motionless breathing backbreaking trying not to disclose 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 fighters and simply rolled into a protective clump. Jim pulled me up by my hair and dragged me into the chamber ; then threw me face first on the bed. Still holding my pilus with one hand he undid my pants ; then reach down to pull my shoes, gasp and panties off quickly. He let go of my hair's-breadth and pushed my shirt and bra both up at the Lapp time so they were jammed under my armpits. He squeezed my nipples very hard and I realized if I didn't outset to trifle the purpose he might become suspicious, so I cried which wasn't so hard because my eye was really starting to well and thrill. 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 legs using his stifle ; then pushed his hard hammer into my dry snatch which really did hurt so I was able-bodied to cry louder.



Jim proceeded to have got me down with his hands squeezing my waistline hard and dishonor me ; I remained there motionless wondering how many miss had been in this exact same spot before me. After pounding my dry slit 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 dictation. 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 harder digging his stifle into my second joint bruising them ; fortunately his dictation to cum made my pussy wet so it wasn't as awful now. After a few more transactions Jim thrust rich inside me and said"require this"as I felt his throbbing tool fill my kitty-cat with cum. After he came he slid his pecker out of my pussycat and stood back, I suspect either to catch his breath, waiting to see his cum drip out of my pussy, or both. However, I was done with this now ; I had experienced the full mortification, self doubt and emotional painful sensation that a Brassica napus victim feels and now I would take ascendence of the situation.

I quickly turned over, pulled my shirt down and reached for my pants and brake shoe but only to lure him closer as I watched out of the nook of my good eye I saw the nub of his body moving toward me. Sitting on the bed with my chief still down I waited until he was close and he grabbed my hair, then stood up lunging into a ahead stance driving the palm of my hired hand directly upward striking his nose so hard I could sense the pickup crunch. Jim screamed, let go of my hair and grabbed his nose with both hands ; his nose was bleeding profusely. I immobilized him grabbing his arm and shoulder joint, stepped next to him with my left leg and then with a downwardly incline gripe I struck the side of his knee with full force ; I could hear it snap and Jim fell to the ground letting out a screeching. I deftly slipped around behind him and grabbed him in a choke keep ; Jim flailed his arms at me weakly for a few secondment but I choked him out quickly. I took his pulsation and made sure he was still breathing ; I felt I had every right to ache him as he had hurt so many others but I knew it would be incorrectly for me to pop him.



I sat down following to him lying there sleeping off the choke hold ; I figured I had about two minutes before he would regain consciousness, not that he posed a threat any yearner but I wanted to be gone by the time he realized what had happened. I dressed quickly, intentionally letting his cum drip in my panties which I kept as evidence. Then I had a terrible thought and kneeled down next to him again. Using my hitch nail I carved a little erose"R"into English of his os frontale to brand him as a rapist and leave a scar that would be hard to conceal. Jim started to stir and I realized I needed to leave quickly. His olfactory organ was bleeding so profusely I was a little refer so using a cloth from the kitchen to hold back my fingermark I took his cell phone off the table put it near him and dialed 911. I left knowing that the 911 wheeler dealer 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 get it sluttish for someone to get hold him. I didn't care how he tried to put a tailspin 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 step and went out a side room access. I walked over to a major avenue where I knew there would be a lot of mass around and then walked all the way back to my neck of the woods in midtown. I went to a nearby infirmary ER and told the individual at the ingestion desk that I was assaulted. By then my eye was very egotistic and discolored so it was clear 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 hollow that night. They eventually called me back to another way where they asked a barrage of interrogative about the incident. I told the Sojourner Truth, but was actually now starting to feel the hurt I could see in the lady friend eye who had warned me about Jim so I intentionally left a lot of the particular out saying things like"I'm not sure"or"for some reasonableness I can't remember ”. The woman taking my information was very sympathetic and told me some of the remembering might come back to me in time, but it sounded like I might give been drugged in which case I might never remember. She told me several times to commemorate this was not my fault.

After the consultation, I was taken to an examining way where a Male Doctor accompanied by a female person nursemaid asked many of the Saame questions. The doctor explained they were going to do a Brassica napus kit and proceeded to accumulate semen samples as well as taking exposure 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 force officeholder outside waiting ; one male and one female. Clearly they had done this before because the male military officer waited outside the way while the female officer sat down next to me and asked almost all of the Saame enquiry I had already answered twice. She was professionally unemotional but also used a very calm down considerate timber with me. The one affair 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 police officer gave me the numbers for a ravishment counselor-at-law 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 call someone to take me home. 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 ally if I needed support. I still had my self confidence 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 induce self uncertainty. 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 defective sentiment, what if he sent friends of his to attack me or gang Brassica napus me. I didn't own a gun nor did I want one but started carrying unconventional legal weapons I had trained with like throwing dart strapped to my shoulder and a give loaded folding billy club strapped to my gloomy spine. I stopped walking alone late at night unless I was very close to home. I stopped seeing new Doms unless I had them fully vetted, preferably with a cite from a friend who I trusted. I realized this is just a taste of the fear those miserable girls who went before me must be living with maybe for the eternal rest of their lives.

I still wonder to this day what would suffer happened if that girl hadn't warned me about Jim before I went habitation with him. Because they both have a similar part, a Dom and a rapist can come out the same until you find out which is which and then it's too late. This is the end of my monitory C. W. Post and to all of my buster Subs who read this, irrespective of your sexual orientation please be thrifty and learn from my mistake .