Hi, I'm Brandy. I'm 28 yo Bi Sub, 5"4 ”, 115 lbs, blond hair, brownish eyes, 32C breasts with permanently erect nipples ( have been my whole aliveness ), and a shaved pussy. I've been a Sub most my life although I didn't know it for quite a piece. I do favour 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 say my some of my early posts 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 intro. 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 take 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 trouble 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 job. She didn't ask any more than inquiry, but I suspect she realized that explained the assorted St. Mark and contusion in private areas of my soundbox.



I have several Doms I see often and even now two Femdoms that I visit infrequently. But I like variety and my sexual appetence is almost insatiate so I need to see unlike people for dissimilar experiences. I am upfront with them and my Doms all know about the others. Everything in my biography was fine until one of my Doms contracted COVID-19, so I had to quarantine for 10 solar day and get tested regularly ; well guess what even though I have no symptoms I tested electropositive which means now I have to remain in quarantine until I have 3 damaging tests on three separate days. This is a sober problem ! I've strain phone, picture, etc. but none of it works for me ; I have to be with person to orgasm. So I thought I'd write down some of my experiences of being a Sub and part them. After reading the wonderful and heedful comments people left me on my prior spot, 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 wrote this post before my lowest one, but was hesitant to carry it because inaugural I wasn't sure the web site editors would allow it and minute I didn't want to inadvertently give anyone a sense of false confidence. I want to be elucidate, what I did here was reckless and I could have been permanently injured or killed so please do not essay this as it is meant to be a exemplary post.



I met one Dom right field after I graduated college that was exceptionally exacting. Another Fem Sub that I knew told me about him and said he was too rigid for her, but she thought he would be a sound fit for me. She was definitely right about that. He trained me very well, including training me to cum only on instruction which let me distinguish you is not a course I'd recommend to anyone not capable to manage a lot of penalisation over a long menses of time. I mentioned in my net post that I grew up and still live in NYC and my mother enrolled me in a taekwondo dojo when I was untested 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 struggle anyone in the John Cage full contact three times a week. But whereas this is not what this military post is about, it was relevant to understand parts of what happened. Note that any name are made up but the report is true.



I was hanging out one night 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, black tomentum, brown optic and very powerful. After probing a footling 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 concern in meetimg new Doms who could provide new experiences. So instead I simply said"yes, Sir ”. He asked me if I wanted to link him for a glass of wine at his apartment and I agreed, but 1st I excused myself to go to the public toilet. Note that even though I frequent a telephone number of local bars I always limit myself to one drink ; the bartenders all know this ( I tip them well ) and we have a codification when I switch to"vodka on the rocks"they bring me water instead. With the active life I lead I need to stay hydrated, plus alcohol dulls the sentience and I never want to miss a bingle wizard 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 habitation with him, he's a rapist"; then she quickly walked out and I didn't see her again when I came out of the comfort station. I thought about what she said and seeing the wounded looking in her teary eyes made me want to take Jim out in the alleyway and beat him to a mush, 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 mariner ”. Jim said,"I'm done as well, let me take care of you bar bill"but I didn't want Jim to know how niggling I had to pledge and that I was perfectly sober. Thankfully, old salt pretended not to try him turned around and added the one drink I had earlier to my tab with a few water faucet on the cash register's screenland. Jack then tapped the CRT screen a few more times and presented Jim with just his bill. Jim looked at it and said to diddly-squat"wait ; only my drinks are on here and I said I would pay for Brandy ”. jak was a seasoned bartender and said"sorry fop, I already added them to her tab"then turned around and started taking an lodge from person else at the bar. I could tell Jim was pissed, but paid his nib in cash which I found unusual but then realized it would be harder to trace him to having been here without a citation card charge. We started to stand up, seaman had regained his composure and held my bottom for me as I stepped down with him playing the gentleman's gentleman and me the lost petite little Sub. I said"thank you Sir ”.

When we got outside, gob said he was parked down the street and we started to walk in that steering. I asked him where he lived and he gave me an uptown location not anywhere close to where we were ; which made me suppose of course he wouldn't hunt club in his own backyard. Jim pressed the key fob and I could see he was driving a late model E-class Mercedes ; I pretended to be impressed saying"squeamish ride ”. He held the threshold for me, closed it, then walked around and got in the number one wood's side of meat. When he started the car Graeco-Roman 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 dealings was light so we arrived fairly quickly at this flat building. Jim pulled the car into an belowground service department and pulled into a numbered space. We got out of the car, Jack again coming around and holding the door for me ; with me repeating"thank you Sir ”. We took the elevator to Jack's apartment which was a fairly good sizing 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 or red wine-coloured and I replied"whatever pleases you Sir ”. Jim went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of chilled white-hot wine-coloured as I started to look around his flat and checked out the position from his window.



When Jim came back he said"here"and I turned around expecting to receive a glass of wine-colored. Instead Jim all-day sucker punched me in my left eye and I dropped to one knee. That clout would probably knocked any early girl out but my reflexes were well honed and although I couldn't scheme it I did pull off to rick my head just as he struck me so it was more of a glancing puff. 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 stead I was in I could accept easily taken him down and subdued him, so I had a option to give 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 have the full experience that my unnamed sister's who came before me had so I could fully understand their pain in the neck. I kneeled there motionless breathing hard trying not to disclose the ire I felt. Jim kicked me in my position bruising two of my ribs, but I was used to being kicked by semi-professional fighter and simply rolled into a protective ball. Jim pulled me up by my hair and dragged me into the bedroom ; then threw me face first on the bed. Still holding my hair with one helping hand he undid my pants ; then pass down to root for my shoes, pants and panties off quickly. He let go of my hair and pushed my shirt and bra both up at the same clock time so they were jammed under my axilla. He squeezed my nipples very hard and I realized if I didn't start to play the role he might become leery, so I cried which wasn't so hard because my eye was really starting to swell and throb. I pretended to sob"please halt"which is exactly what he wanted hear and replied"you know you want this you filthy fiddling wh*re"”. He spread my stage using his stifle ; then pushed his hard hammer into my dry pussy which really did pain so I was able to cry louder.



Jim proceeded to hold me down with his bridge player squeezing my waist backbreaking and violate me ; I remained there motionless wondering how many daughter had been in this precise same fleck before me. After pounding my dry kitty for a patch 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 soundbox 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 knees into my thighs bruising them ; fortunately his control to cum made my pussy wet so it wasn't as painful now. After a few to a greater extent hour Jim thrust deep inside me and said"take this"as I felt his throbbing cock occupy my twat with cum. After he came he slid his putz out of my cunt and stood back, I suspect either to catch up with his breathing spell, wait to see his cum drip out of my pussy, or both. However, I was done with this now ; I had experienced the wide-cut chagrin, self uncertainty and emotional pain that a violation victim flavour and now I would take control condition of the situation.

I quickly turned over, draw my shirt down and reached for my pants and shoes but only to lure him closer as I watched out of the corner of my good eye I saw the 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 hair, then stood up lunging into a send on stance driving the palm of my hand directly upward striking his nozzle 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, stepped adjacent to him with my go forth leg and then with a downward side kick I struck the incline of his genu with full force ; I could hear it snap and Jim fell to the undercoat letting out a screeching. I deftly slipped around behind him and grabbed him in a choke coil handle ; Jim flailed his sleeve at me weakly for a few seconds but I choked him out quickly. I took his beat and made sure he was still breathing ; I felt I had every right to pain 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 choke hold ; I figured I had about two minutes before he would regain 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 terrible mentation and kneeled down next to him again. Using my riff nail I carved a small jagged"R"into side of his forehead to brand him as a rapist and provide a cicatrice that would be laborious to conceal. Jim started to stir and I realized I needed to allow quickly. His nozzle was bleeding so profusely I was a little concerned so using a cloth from the kitchen to conceal my fingerprints I took his cellular telephone phone off the tabular array 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 aid him. I left the doorway unlocked and slightly ajar so as to stimulate it easy for individual to find 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 slope threshold. I walked over to a major boulevard 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 somebody at the intake desk that I was assaulted. By then my eye was very swollen and discolored so it was gain I wasn't fashioning 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 night. 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 trauma I could see in the missy eyes who had warned me about Jim so I intentionally left a lot of the particular out saying matter like"I'm not for sure"or"for some reason I can't remember ”. The charwoman taking my data was very sympathetic and told me some of the store might come back to me in clock time, but it sounded like I might own been drugged in which case I might never call back. She told me several fourth dimension to retrieve this was not my fault.

After the interview, I was taken to an examining room where a virile doctor accompanied by a distaff nurse asked many of the Same interrogation. The doc explained they were going to do a Brassica napus kit and proceeded to pick up semen samples as well as taking word-painting of my wounds which were now starting to call on black. When they were done I got dressed and pulled to curtain back only to see that there were two police officer outside waiting ; one male and one female. Clearly they had done this before because the manful officer waited outside the way 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 calm air considerate whole tone with me. The one matter 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 wispy de***********ion I gave them and the fact he was all the way uptown I doubted they would determine him. The police officer gave me the numeral for a rape advocate and a local support grouping, encouraging me to use them. When she was done, she handed me the study she wrote asking me to scan 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 place. I thanked them but declined. They pressed saying I really shouldn't be alone this night, but I assured them I lived close by and would call in a friend if I needed backing. I still had my self confidence and was running on the high I got from taking down that scum of a rapist. But after I got home, I started to have self question. Was a guy like Jim whose ego is bigger than the elbow 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 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 thought, what if he sent protagonist 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 darts strapped to my articulatio humeri and a leap loaded folding truncheon strapped to my lower back. I stopped walking alone late at night unless I was very shut down to home. I stopped seeing new Doms unless I had them fully vetted, preferably with a source from a booster who I trusted. I realized this is just a appreciation of the fear those miserable young woman 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 girl hadn't warned me about Jim before I went home with him. Because they both have a exchangeable persona, a Dom and a rapist can appear the Saame until you find out which is which and then it's too former. This is the end of my cautionary C. W. Post and to all of my confrere zep who read this, irrespective of your sexual orientation please be thrifty and learn from my fault .