Hi, I'm Brandy. I'm 28 yo Bi Sub, 5"4 ”, 115 lbs, light-haired hair, brownness eye, 32C breasts with permanently erect nipples ( have been my completely liveliness ), and a shaven kitty-cat. I've been a Sub most my life although I didn't know it for quite a while. I do opt 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 translate my some of my former spot about my journey finding out who I am and what my need are, I hope you enjoyed it ; if not let me ingeminate a little of the intro. My OBGYN once asked me how often I liked to have sex and I told her at to the lowest degree 2 hours a day. She seemed to get misunderstood and asked how many days 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-time. I almost laughed as it is my favorite portion of my life-time and told her it wasn't a problem. She didn't ask any more head, but I suspect she realized that explained the various Simon Marks and bruises in private domain of my body.



I have various Doms I see often and even now two Femdoms that I visit infrequently. But I like diverseness and my sexual appetite is almost insatiable so I need to see unlike people for different experiences. I am upfront with them and my Doms all know about the others. Everything in my lifespan was delicately until one of my Doms contracted COVID-19, so I had to quarantine for 10 days and get tested regularly ; well estimate what even though I have no symptoms I tested positive which means now I have to remain in quarantine until I have 3 blackball run on three carve up 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 share them. After reading the wonderful and serious-minded comments mass left me on my prior posts, I am so felicitous 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 last one, but was hesitating to stake it because for the first time I wasn't sure the land site editors would set aside it and moment I didn't want to inadvertently give anyone a common sense of false self-assurance. I want to be crystalise, what I did here was heady and I could have been permanently injured or killed so delight do not set about this as it is meant to be a cautionary post.



I met one Dom rightfield 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 rightfield about that. He trained me very well, including training me to cum only on command which let me say you is not a course I'd recommend to anyone not capable to wield a lot of punishment over a long period of time. I mentioned in my final stage berth 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 and file of second Dan. After college I joined a MMA training facility and learned a Brazilian style of Jiu Jitsu ; until they closed gymnasium down due to COVID-19, I was tidal bore to push anyone in the cage full link three time a week. But whereas this is not what this position is about, it was relevant to understand component part of what happened. Note that any names are made up but the taradiddle is true.



I was hanging out one night at a local bar that was frequented by Doms and Italian sandwich 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 magniloquent, black hair, John Brown eyes and very mesomorphic. 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 soul 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 cater new experiences. So instead I simply said"yes, Sir ”. He asked me if I wanted to join him for a methamphetamine of wine-coloured at his flat and I agreed, but for the first time I excused myself to go to the public lavatory. Federal Reserve note that even though I frequent a number of local bars I always limit myself to one drink ; the barman 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 life I lead I need to persist hydrated, plus alcohol dulls the senses and I never want to miss a bingle sensation when submitting to my Dom's wishes. I was washing my hands and when I went to take hold of a paper towel to dry them, a girl who looked very uneasy 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 convenience. I thought about what she said and seeing the wounded facial expression in her teary eyes made me want to take Jim out in the skittle alley and beat him to a pulp, but I opted instead to do what I said above was really rash and see exactly who Jim was and what he would try do to me.



Jim was the complete 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 bill dollar tip saying thanks Jack ”. Jim said,"I'm done as well, let me guide upkeep of you bar bank note"but I didn't want Jim to know how trivial I had to drink in and that I was perfectly sober. Thankfully, diddly-shit pretended not to hear him turned around and added the one drink I had earlier to my tab with a few taps on the register's covert. Jack then tapped the sieve 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 ”. old salt was a mollify bartender and said"sorry dude, I already added them to her tab"then turned around and started taking an fiat from soul else at the bar. I could secernate Jim was pissed, but paid his throwaway in cash which I found unusual but then realized it would be arduous to trace him to having been here without a credit entry identity card charge. We started to tolerate up, laborer had regained his equanimity and held my hindquarters for me as I stepped down with him playing the man and me the lost petite small Sub. I said"thank you Sir ”.

When we got outside, doodly-squat 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 location not anywhere close to where we were ; which made me think of path he wouldn't search 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"nice drive ”. He held the room access for me, closed it, then walked around and got in the device driver's face. 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 surreptitious garage and pulled into a numbered blank 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 lift to knave's apartment which was a fairly good size of it for the expanse he lived in NYC. It was decorated in a very minimalist way, but everything looked spic-and-span 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 chilled bloodless vino as I started to look around his apartment and checked out the persuasion from his windowpane.



When Jim came back he said"here"and I turned around expecting to receive a drinking glass of wine. Instead Jim sucker punched me in my get out eye and I dropped to one knee. That slug would probably pink any other girlfriend out but my reflex response were well honed and although I couldn't dodging it I did manage to turn my head just as he struck me so it was Sir Thomas More of a glancing reversal. I was thinking I was such an moron, I shouldn't have let me hold down from the moment we left that bar but too late now. What Jim didn't know was that from the kneeling location I was in I could throw easily taken him down and subdued him, so I had a selection to get to 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 possess the entire experience that my unnamed sister's who came before me had so I could fully sympathize their pain. I kneeled there motionless breathing hard trying not to divulge the angriness 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 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 hairsbreadth with one hand he undid my knickers ; then reach down to pull my shoes, pants and panties off quickly. He let go of my hair's-breadth and pushed my shirt and bra both up at the same time so they were jammed under my armpits. He squeezed my teat very hard and I realized if I didn't start to roleplay the role he might suit funny, so I cried which wasn't so hard because my eye was really starting to swell and throb. I pretended to sob"please stop"which is exactly what he wanted hear and replied"you know you want this you filthy trivial wh*re"”. He spread my legs using his knee ; then pushed his hard cock into my dry pussy which really did hurt so I was capable to cry louder.



Jim proceeded to hold me down with his hands squeezing my waist tough and rape me ; I remained there motionless wondering how many missy had been in this exact same point before me. After pounding my dry puss for a while 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 program line. I moaned loudly and my torso 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 knee joint into my thigh bruising them ; fortunately his bid to cum made my pussy wet so it wasn't as painful now. After a few more instant Jim thrust deep inside me and said"take this"as I felt his throbbing cock fulfil my kitty-cat with cum. After he came he slid his turncock out of my cunt and stood back, I suspect either to catch his breath, wait to see his cum drip out of my cunt, or both. However, I was done with this now ; I had experienced the full humiliation, self doubt and aroused pain that a rape victim feels and now I would look at ascendance of the situation.

I quickly turned over, pulled my shirt down and reached for my pants and shoes but only to lure him closer as I watched out of the nook of my thoroughly 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 forrad stance driving the medallion of my hand directly upward striking his nose so operose I could feel the cartridge crunch. Jim screamed, let go of my hair and grabbed his nose with both hands ; his nozzle was bleeding profusely. I immobilized him grabbing his arm and shoulder joint, stepped next to him with my left leg and then with a downwards side kick I struck the side of his knee with entire force-out ; I could find out it shot and Jim fell to the terra firma letting out a shriek. I deftly slipped around behind him and grabbed him in a choking coil grasp ; 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 right field to hurt him as he had hurt so many others but I knew it would be untimely for me to kill him.



I sat down next to him lying there sleeping off the choking coil hold ; I figured I had about two minutes before he would recover consciousness, not that he posed a threat any long but I wanted to be gone by the clock time he realized what had happened. I dressed quickly, intentionally letting his cum drip mold in my scanty which I kept as evidence. Then I had a terrible persuasion and kneeled down succeeding to him again. Using my leaf nail I carved a lilliputian jagged"R"into incline of his forehead to brand him as a rapist and exit a scar that would be hard to conceal. Jim started to stir and I realized I needed to allow for quickly. His olfactory organ was bleeding so profusely I was a petty concerned so using a cloth from the kitchen to conceal my fingerprint I took his cubicle phone off the table put it near him and dialed 911. I left knowing that the 911 operator would decipher the headphone even if he didn't wake up and get EMS to serve him. I left the room access unsecured and slightly ajar so as to make it tardily for someone to receive him. I didn't care how he tried to put a twisting 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 incline room access. I walked over to a John R. 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 hospital ER and told the person at the aspiration desk that I was assaulted. By then my eye was very swollen and discolored so it was clear I wasn't qualification this up ; I was handed me a clipboard and asked to satisfy out the paperwork attached. I then sat in the waiting way with everyone else ; fortunately it was fairly empty that night. They eventually called me back to another elbow room where they asked a barrage of questions about the incident. I told the truth, but was actually now starting to feel the psychic trauma I could see in the girl eyes who had warned me about Jim so I intentionally left a lot of the details out saying things like"I'm not sure"or"for some reason I can't recall ”. The cleaning woman taking my information was very sympathetic and told me some of the retentiveness might come up back to me in time, but it sounded like I might give birth been drugged in which case I might never call back. She told me several clip to remember this was not my fault.

After the consultation, I was taken to an examining room where a male doctor accompanied by a female nurse asked many of the same questions. The doctor explained they were going to do a Brassica napus kit and proceeded to hoard semen sample distribution as well as taking picture of my wounds which were now starting to call on smuggled. 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 person and one female. Clearly they had done this before because the Male officer waited outside the room while the female ship's officer sat down adjacent to me and asked almost all of the like question I had already answered twice. She was professionally unemotional but also used a very calm considerate feel with me. The one thing she asked which was new was did I think I could discover 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 officer gave me the numbers game for a rape counselor and a local backing radical, encouraging me to use them. When she was done, she handed me the report she wrote asking me to register and sign up 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 soul 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 near by and would call up a Quaker if I needed keep. I still had my ego authority and was running on the in high spirits I got from taking down that scum of a raper. But after I got home, I started to have self doubts. 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 months 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 idea, what if he sent Quaker of his to attack me or gang up rapine me. I didn't own a gun nor did I want one but started carrying unconventional effectual weapons I had trained with like throwing darts strapped to my berm and a outflow loaded folding wand strapped to my depressed spine. I stopped walking alone late at night unless I was very close to menage. I stopped seeing new Doms unless I had them fully vetted, preferably with a reference from a friend who I trusted. I realized this is just a taste of the fear those poor little girl 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 rest home with him. Because they both have a similar persona, a Dom and a rapist can come out the same until you find out which is which and then it's too recently. This is the end of my cautionary post and to all of my companion Subs who read this, irrespective of your intimate orientation please be measured and learn from my misunderstanding .