Hi, I'm Brandy. I'm 28 yo Bi Sub, 5"4 ”, 115 lbs, blond haircloth, Robert Brown eyes, 32C breasts with permanently erect nipple ( have been my unhurt lifetime ), and a shaved cunt. 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 trained obedient Sub and will do whatever I'm told to by a Dom or Femdom. If you've record my some of my other mail 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 introduction. My OBGYN once asked me how often I liked to have sex and I told her at least 2 60 minutes a day. She seemed to get 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 problem and she said only if it interferes with your life. I almost laughed as it is my favored part of my lifetime and told her it wasn't a problem. She didn't ask any more questions, but I suspect she realized that explained the various marks and bruises in private areas of my trunk.



I have respective 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 unlike multitude for different 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 reckon what even though I have no symptoms I tested positive which means now I have to continue in quarantine until I have 3 negative tryout on three ramify sidereal day. This is a life-threatening 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 percentage them. After reading the wonderful and thoughtful remark hoi polloi left me on my anterior Emily Price Post, 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 office before my survive one, but was hesitant to post it because first I wasn't sure the web site editors would let it and second I didn't want to inadvertently yield anyone a sense of false confidence. I want to be top, what I did here was heedless and I could have been permanently injured or killed so please do not attempt this as it is meant to be a cautionary post.



I met one Dom right wing after I graduated college that was exceptionally strict. 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 soundly fit for me. She was definitely properly about that. He trained me very well, including training me to cum only on dictation which let me tell you is not a course I'd recommend to anyone not able to deal a lot of penalty over a recollective period of clock time. I mentioned in my last-place stake 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 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 aegir to fight back anyone in the cage entire contact three meter a week. But whereas this is not what this C. W. Post is about, it was relevant to empathise office of what happened. government note that any gens are made up but the narration is true.



I was hanging out one night at a local anaesthetic bar that was frequented by Doms and sub 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 marvelous, black fuzz, brown heart and very mesomorphic. After probing a small 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 mortal like him. I found him attractive and since I didn't know him very well yet I refrained from telling him that I had respective 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 ice of wine at his apartment and I agreed, but first I excused myself to go to the restroom. Note that even though I frequent a act of local bars I always limit myself to one drink ; the bartenders all know this ( I tip them well ) and we have a computer code when I switch to"vodka on the rock music"they bring me water system instead. With the dynamic life-time I lead I need to remain hydrated, plus intoxicant dulls the sentiency and I never want to lose a single champion when submitting to my Dom's wishes. I was washing my hands and when I went to snaffle 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 public toilet. I thought about what she said and seeing the spite look in her watery-eyed centre made me want to take Jim out in the bowling alley and beat him to a pulp magazine, 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 perfect gentleman's gentleman so far and even stood up when I came back to sit down at the bar. I called for the barkeeper"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 sign tip saying thanks shit ”. Jim said,"I'm done as well, let me ingest care of you bar government note"but I didn't want Jim to have it away how little I had to salute and that I was perfectly sober. Thankfully, diddlyshit pretended not to try him turned around and added the one boozing I had earlier to my tab with a few dab on the register's screen. labourer then tapped the screen a few more times and presented Jim with just his bill. Jim looked at it and said to diddly-squat"delay ; only my drinking are on here and I said I would pay for Brandy ”. Jack was a veteran bartender and said"good-for-nothing gallant, I already added them to her tab"then turned around and started taking an decree from someone else at the bar. I could secernate Jim was pissed, but paid his bill in cash which I found strange but then realized it would be harder to describe him to having been here without a credit card flush. We started to stomach up, Jack had regained his composure and held my bottom for me as I stepped down with him playing the gentleman and me the helpless petite piddling Sub. I said"thank you Sir ”.

When we got outside, laborer said he was parked down the street and we started to take the air in that commission. I asked him where he lived and he gave me an uptown location not anywhere close to where we were ; which made me believe of course he wouldn't Hunt in his own backyard. Jim pressed the key fob and I could see he was driving a previous mannikin E-class Mercedes ; I pretended to be impressed saying"nice ride ”. He held the threshold for me, closed it, then walked around and got in the driver's face. 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 flat building. Jim pulled the car into an hole-and-corner service department 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 salutary size for the area he lived in NYC. It was decorated in a very minimalist way, but everything looked spick-and-span and relatively new. Jim asked if I preferred Andrew D. White or red wine and I replied"whatever pleases you Sir ”. Jim went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of chilled Caucasian wine as I started to look around his apartment and checked out the thought from his window.



When Jim came back he said"here"and I turned around expecting to obtain a drinking glass of wine-coloured. Instead Jim gull punched me in my remaining eye and I dropped to one human knee. That puncher would probably bump any former daughter out but my reflexes were well honed and although I couldn't dodge it I did manage to deform my headspring just as he struck me so it was Sir Thomas More of a glancing reverse. 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 billet I was in I could have 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 have the full experience that my unnamed babe's who came before me had so I could fully translate their bother. I kneeled there motionless breathing unvoiced trying not to reveal the anger I felt. Jim kicked me in my slope bruising two of my rib, 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 pilus with one hired hand he undid my pants ; then gain down to overstretch my place, bloomers and panty off quickly. He let go of my hair and pushed my shirt and bra both up at the same 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 suspicious, 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 little wh*re"”. He spread my legs using his knees ; then pushed his hard pecker into my dry pussy which really did wound so I was able to cry louder.



Jim proceeded to hold me down with his hands squeezing my waistline firmly and rape me ; I remained there motionless wondering how many girls had been in this exact Sami spot before me. After pounding my dry pussy for a while Jim said"cum you petty wh*re"which he had no way of know would actually create 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 pussy. He said"I knew you liked it you wh*re"and fucked me harder digging his stifle into my thigh bruising them ; fortunately his command to cum made my puss wet so it wasn't as painful now. After a few more minutes Jim thrust cryptic inside me and said"take this"as I felt his throbbing cock replete my pussy with cum. After he came he slid his cock out of my pussy 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 wide-cut humiliation, self uncertainty and worked up pain that a rape dupe feels and now I would take control of the situation.

I quickly turned over, pull out my shirt down and reached for my pant and place but only to entice him closer as I watched out of the corner of my practiced 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 forwards posture driving the palm tree of my script directly upward striking his nose so difficult I could feel the magazine 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 left leg and then with a downward slope charge I struck the side of his knee with full phase of the moon force ; I could learn it snatch up and Jim fell to the ground letting out a screeching. I deftly slipped around behind him and grabbed him in a choke clasp ; Jim flailed his arms at me weakly for a few minute but I choked him out quickly. I took his pulse rate 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 legal injury for me to vote down him.



I sat down side by side to him lying there sleeping off the choke hold ; I figured I had about two minutes before he would retrieve cognisance, not that he posed a threat any longer but I wanted to be gone by the meter he realized what had happened. I dressed quickly, intentionally letting his cum drip in my step-in which I kept as grounds. Then I had a dire thought and kneeled down future to him again. Using my thumb nail I carved a little jagged"R"into side of his forehead to brand him as a raper and leave 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 slight concerned so using a cloth from the kitchen to conceal my fingerprints I took his electric cell phone off the table put it near him and dialed 911. I left knowing that the 911 wheeler dealer would trace the telephone set even if he didn't wake up and get EMS to serve him. I left the door unbarred and slightly ajar so as to defecate it promiscuous for somebody to discover him. I didn't guardianship 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 side door. 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 neighborhood in midtown. I went to a nearby hospital ER and told the someone at the intake desk that I was assaulted. By then my eye was very egotistical 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 empty that nighttime. They eventually called me back to another room where they asked a barrage of interrogative about the incident. I told the trueness, but was actually now starting to feel the harm I could see in the girls 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 ground I can't think of ”. The woman taking my information was very sympathetic and told me some of the memories might come back to me in prison term, but it sounded like I might have been drugged in which case I might never remember. She told me several times to remember this was not my fault.

After the interview, I was taken to an examining room where a male doc accompanied by a female nurse asked many of the same questions. The physician explained they were going to do a rape kit and proceeded to collect ejaculate sample as well as taking 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 police officer 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 police officer sat down next to me and asked almost all of the same head I had already answered twice. She was professionally unemotional but also used a very calm considerate tone with me. The one matter she asked which was new was did I think I could describe the person 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 bump him. The officer gave me the numbers for a rape counselor and a local support mathematical group, encouraging me to use them. When she was done, she handed me the composition 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 mortal to conduct me home. I thanked them but declined. They pressed saying I really shouldn't be alone this night, but I assured them I lived secretive by and would call a friend if I needed keep. 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 family, I started to hold self doubts. Was a guy like Jim whose ego is crowing 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 worse thought, what if he sent admirer of his to attack me or gang rape me. I didn't own a gun nor did I want one but started carrying unconventional legal weapon I had trained with like throwing flit strapped to my articulatio humeri and a leap loaded folding baton strapped to my lower back. I stopped walking alone late at night unless I was very close to abode. I stopped seeing new Doms unless I had them fully vetted, preferably with a computer address from a booster who I trusted. I realized this is just a taste of the fright those pitiable lady friend 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 alike persona, a Dom and a rapist can appear the Sami until you find out which is which and then it's too late. This is the end of my admonitory post and to all of my fellow hoagie who read this, irrespective of your sexual orientation please be measured and learn from my mistake .