Hi, I'm Brandy. I'm 28 yo Bi Sub, 5"4 ”, 115 lbs, blonde hair, brown eyes, 32C breasts with permanently erect mammilla ( have been my hale life ), and a knock off cunt. I've been a Sub most my life although I didn't know it for quite a piece. I do prefer men, but I am now a very well school obedient Sub and will do whatever I'm told to by a Dom or Femdom. If you've study my some of my other berth about my journey finding out who I am and what my want are, I hope you enjoyed it ; if not let me reprise a little of the presentation. My OBGYN once asked me how often I liked to have sex and I told her at least 2 hours a day. She seemed to have misunderstood and asked how many daylight 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 favorite voice of my lifetime and told her it wasn't a job. She didn't ask any Thomas More questions, but I suspect she realized that explained the respective sucker and bruises in common soldier areas of my body.



I have several Doms I see often and even now two Femdoms that I visit infrequently. But I like variety and my sexual appetite is almost insatiable so I need to see different hoi polloi for unlike 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 daytime and get tested regularly ; well guess what even though I have no symptoms I tested positivist which means now I have to stay in quarantine until I have 3 negative mental test on three separate days. This is a serious problem ! I've tried headphone, 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 thoughtful comments masses left me on my prior military post, I am so happy you enjoyed them. I must say reliving each of these experiences as I write them has been psychotherapeutic for me. I wrote this military post before my last one, but was hesitant to mail it because first I wasn't sure the internet site editor in chief would reserve it and second I didn't want to inadvertently give anyone a sensation of assumed confidence. I want to be authorise, what I did here was reckless and I could have been permanently injured or killed so please do not attempt this as it is meant to be a exemplary 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 stern 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 bid which let me tell you is not a line I'd recommend to anyone not able-bodied to handle a lot of penalisation over a long period of time. I mentioned in my live post that I grew up and still live in NYC and my mother enrolled me in a Taekwondo dojo when I was Brigham Young so I could protect myself. I stuck with it all the way through college attaining the rank of 2d Dan. After college I joined a MMA training adroitness and learned a Brazilian style of Jiu Jitsu ; until they closed gymnasium down due to COVID-19, I was eager to defend anyone in the cage full touch three times a week. But whereas this is not what this Emily Post is about, it was relevant to understand part of what happened. promissory note that any names are made up but the report is on-key.



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, black hair, brown heart and very powerful. 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 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 interested in meetimg new Doms who could allow for new experiences. So instead I simply said"yes, Sir ”. He asked me if I wanted to get together him for a glass of wine-colored at his flat and I agreed, but kickoff I excused myself to go to the restroom. bank note that even though I frequent a number of local parallel bars I always limit myself to one drink ; the mixologist all know this ( I tip them well ) and we have a code when I switch to"vodka on the rocks"they bring me water supply instead. With the combat-ready life I lead I need to bide hydrated, plus alcohol dulls the sens and I never want to miss a unmarried wizard when submitting to my Dom's wishes. I was washing my handwriting and when I went to grab a paper towel to dry them, a girl who looked very nervous 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 restroom. I thought about what she said and seeing the injure look in her teary eyes made me want to acquire Jim out in the alley and beat him to a flesh, 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 barkeep"seaman"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 doodly-squat ”. Jim said,"I'm done as well, let me occupy care of you bar bill"but I didn't want Jim to cognise how little I had to tope and that I was perfectly sober. Thankfully, Jack pretended not to hear him turned around and added the one boozing I had earlier to my tab with a few taps on the register'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 drinks are on here and I said I would pay for Brandy ”. diddly-shit was a seasoned barkeeper and said"no-count clotheshorse, 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 beak in cash which I found strange but then realized it would be harder to trace him to having been here without a credit menu billing. We started to tolerate up, seaman had regained his composure and held my seat for me as I stepped down with him playing the gentleman and me the lost petite piffling Sub. I said"thank you Sir ”.

When we got outside, seafarer 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 emplacement not anywhere close to where we were ; which made me cerebrate of course he wouldn't hunt in his own backyard. Jim pressed the key fob and I could see he was driving a recently role model E-class Mercedes ; I pretended to be imprint saying"courteous 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 medicine 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 space. We got out of the car, seafarer again coming around and holding the threshold for me ; with me repeating"thank you Sir ”. We took the elevator to Jack's apartment which was a fairly undecomposed size of it 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 and I replied"whatever pleases you Sir ”. Jim went to the kitchen and opened a nursing bottle of cool blank wine as I started to look around his apartment and checked out the scene from his window.



When Jim came back he said"here"and I turned around expecting to experience a glass of wine-coloured. Instead Jim fall guy punched me in my left-hand eye and I dropped to one knee. That slug would probably criticize any other young lady out but my reflexes were well honed and although I couldn't scheme it I did manage to turn my head 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 moment we left that bar but too late now. What Jim didn't know was that from the kneeling locating I was in I could have easily taken him down and subdued him, so I had a selection 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 throw the full experience that my unnamed babe's who came before me had so I could fully understand their pain. I kneeled there static breathing hard trying not to let on 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 ball. Jim pulled me up by my hair's-breadth and dragged me into the bedroom ; then threw me face first on the bed. Still holding my hair with one manus he undid my pants ; then get to down to pull my shoes, trouser and pantie 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 axilla. He squeezed my nipples very hard and I realized if I didn't start to play the function he might become fishy, so I cried which wasn't so hard because my eye was really starting to swell up and throb. I pretended to sob"please discontinue"which is exactly what he wanted hear and replied"you know you want this you filthy lilliputian wh*re"”. He spread my ramification using his knees ; then pushed his heavily cock into my dry pussy which really did hurt so I was able-bodied to cry louder.



Jim proceeded to admit me down with his custody squeezing my waist operose and rape me ; I remained there motionless wondering how many young woman had been in this exact Lapp dapple before me. After pounding my dry pussy for a spell Jim said"cum you little wh*re"which he had no way of know would actually take a shit 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 intemperate digging his genu 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 moment Jim thrust deep inside me and said"take this"as I felt his throbbing cock sate my twat with cum. After he came he slid his cock out of my slit and stood back, I suspect either to take hold of his breath, hold 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 doubt and emotional painfulness that a rape victim tone and now I would take control of the situation.

I quickly turned over, pulled my shirt down and reached for my drawers and place but only to lure him closer as I watched out of the corner of my undecomposed 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 haircloth, then stood up lunging into a forward stance driving the palm of my manus directly upward striking his nose so hard I could feel the cartridge crush. 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, stepped next to him with my lead leg and then with a downward side beef I struck the side of his human knee with good power ; I could hear it snap and Jim fell to the soil letting out a scream. I deftly slipped around behind him and grabbed him in a choke time lag ; Jim flailed his limb 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 to hurt him as he had hurt so many others but I knew it would be incorrect for me to belt down 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 terror any yearner but I wanted to be gone by the prison term he realized what had happened. I dressed quickly, intentionally letting his cum drip in my pantie which I kept as evidence. Then I had a terrible thought and kneeled down next to him again. Using my thumb nail I carved a little scraggy"R"into English of his forehead to mark him as a rapist and give a scar that would be hard to conceal. Jim started to stir and I realized I needed to leave quickly. His nose was bleeding so profusely I was a little interest so using a cloth from the kitchen to conceal my fingerprint I took his jail cell phone off the table put it near him and dialed 911. I left knowing that the 911 operator would describe the sound even if he didn't wake up and get EMS to help oneself him. I left the door unlocked and slightly ajar so as to stimulate it easy for mortal to find him. I didn't concern 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 steps and went out a incline 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 locality 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 swollen and discolored so it was crystallize I wasn't fashioning this up ; I was handed me a clipboard and asked to fulfill 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 barrage of doubtfulness about the incident. I told the truth, but was actually now starting to feel the trauma I could see in the girls eyes who had warned me about Jim so I intentionally left a lot of the details out saying things like"I'm not surely"or"for some intellect I can't remember ”. The woman taking my information was very large-hearted and told me some of the memories might come in back to me in prison term, but it sounded like I might give birth been drugged in which case I might never remember. She told me several prison term to remember this was not my fault.

After the consultation, I was taken to an examining room where a male doctor accompanied by a distaff nurse asked many of the like query. The doctor explained they were going to do a assault kit and proceeded to pick up semen samples as well as taking pictures of my wounds which were now starting to turn fateful. 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 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 considerate tone with me. The one thing she asked which was new was did I think I could key out the somebody who assaulted me if I saw him again and I replied"definitely ”. But based on the shadowy 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 telephone number for a rape counselor and a local financial support chemical group, encouraging me to use them. When she was done, she handed me the report she wrote asking me to say and ratify 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 individual to take me home. 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 holler a booster if I needed support. I still had my self confidence and was running on the heights I got from taking down that scum of a rapist. But after I got place, I started to have self doubts. Was a guy like Jim whose ego is liberal 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 thought, what if he sent ally of his to round me or gang rape me. I didn't own a gun nor did I want one but started carrying unconventional legal artillery I had trained with like throwing darts strapped to my shoulder and a spring loaded folding truncheon strapped to my lower back. I stopped walking alone late at night unless I was very close to habitation. I stopped seeing new Doms unless I had them fully vetted, preferably with a reference point from a friend who I trusted. I realized this is just a predilection of the care those poor 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 have happened if that lady friend hadn't warned me about Jim before I went home with him. Because they both have a similar theatrical role, a Dom and a raper can come along the same until you find out which is which and then it's too recent. This is the end of my monitory post and to all of my fellow sub who read this, irrespective of your intimate preference please be careful and learn from my mistake .