Hi, I'm Brandy. I'm 28 yo Bi Sub, 5"4 ”, 115 lbs, blonde hairsbreadth, browned eye, 32C breasts with permanently erect nipples ( have been my all life ), and a shaven pussy. 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 civilise obedient Sub and will do whatever I'm told to by a Dom or Femdom. If you've read my some of my other posts about my journey finding out who I am and what my pauperization are, I hope you enjoyed it ; if not let me duplicate a picayune of the introduction. My OBGYN once asked me how often I liked to consume sex and I told her at least 2 hours a day. She seemed to have misunderstood and asked how many Day 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 favourite part of my spirit and told her it wasn't a problem. She didn't ask any more enquiry, but I suspect she realized that explained the several marking and bruise in secret expanse of my dead body.



I have several Doms I see often and even now two Femdoms that I visit infrequently. But I like variety show and my intimate appetency is almost insatiable so I need to see different people for different experiences. I am upfront with them and my Doms all know about the others. Everything in my life was OK 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 positive which means now I have to persist in quarantine until I have 3 damaging tests on three separate days. This is a dangerous problem ! I've judge phone, television, etc. but none of it works for me ; I have to be with soul 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 people left me on my prior posts, I am so glad 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 live on one, but was hesitant to brand it because first I wasn't sure the land site editor in chief would let it and second I didn't want to inadvertently apply anyone a sense of false confidence. I want to be earn, 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 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 rigid for her, but she thought he would be a good fit for me. She was definitely powerful about that. He trained me very well, including training me to cum only on command which let me secern you is not a course of instruction I'd recommend to anyone not able to handle a lot of penalization over a hanker menstruum of prison term. I mentioned in my last mail that I grew up and still live in NYC and my mother enrolled me in a Taekwondo dojo when I was Thomas Young so I could protect myself. I stuck with it all the way through college attaining the social rank of moment Dan. After college I joined a MMA grooming facility and learned a Brazilian panache of Jiu Jitsu ; until they closed gym down due to COVID-19, I was eager to crusade anyone in the cage wide inter-group communication three times a week. But whereas this is not what this post is about, it was relevant to understand parts of what happened. Note that any names are made up but the story is true.



I was hanging out one night at a topical 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 tall, black whisker, John Brown eyes and very brawny. After probing a trivial 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 ply new experiences. So instead I simply said"yes, Sir ”. He asked me if I wanted to join him for a glass of wine at his apartment and I agreed, but low gear I excused myself to go to the comfort station. government note that even though I frequent a number of local bars I always limit myself to one deglutition ; the bartenders all know this ( I tip them well ) and we have a code when I switch to"vodka on the stone"they bring me weewee instead. With the active spirit I lead I need to stay hydrated, plus alcohol dulls the senses and I never want to neglect a single sensation when submitting to my Dom's wishes. I was washing my work force and when I went to snaffle a newspaper publisher towel to dry them, a daughter who looked very neural came over to me and whispered"don't go home with him, he's a raper"; then she quickly walked out and I didn't see her again when I came out of the public lavatory. I thought about what she said and seeing the hurt look in her teary eyes made me need to consume Jim out in the alley and beat him to a pulp, but I opted instead to do what I said above was really foolhardy and see exactly who Jim was and what he would try do to me.



Jim was the perfective valet de chambre so far and even stood up when I came back to sit down at the bar. I called for the bartender"seafarer"who I knew well and said"that's all for me tonight, please put it on my tab and slid him a 20 dollar tip saying thanks Jack ”. Jim said,"I'm done as well, let me drive care of you bar notice"but I didn't want Jim to know how footling I had to drink and that I was perfectly sober. Thankfully, sea dog 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 CRT screen. Jack then tapped the screen a few Sir Thomas More metre and presented Jim with just his poster. Jim looked at it and said to Jack"wait ; only my drinkable are on here and I said I would pay for Brandy ”. jackstones was a flavor bartender and said"sorry dude, I already added them to her tab"then turned around and started taking an Holy Order from someone else at the bar. I could tell Jim was pissed, but paid his neb in cash which I found unusual but then realized it would be harder to hunt him to having been here without a credit card charge. We started to suffer up, Jack had regained his calmness and held my seat for me as I stepped down with him playing the gentleman and me the lost midget little Sub. I said"thank you Sir ”.

When we got outside, Jack said he was parked down the street and we started to take the air in that way. I asked him where he lived and he gave me an uptown location not anywhere close to where we were ; which made me recollect of course he wouldn't hunt 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 shanghai saying"prissy ride ”. He held the room access for me, closed it, then walked around and got in the driver's position. When he started the car definitive 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 apartment building. Jim pulled the car into an belowground garage and pulled into a count space. We got out of the car, Jack again coming around and holding the threshold for me ; with me repeating"thank you Sir ”. We took the lift to old salt's apartment which was a fairly good size 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-colored and I replied"whatever pleases you Sir ”. Jim went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of chill ovalbumin wine as I started to attend around his flat and checked out the view from his window.



When Jim came back he said"here"and I turned around expecting to invite a chicken feed of wine-coloured. Instead Jim sucker punched me in my leave behind eye and I dropped to one knee. That punch would probably knocked any other daughter out but my reflexes were well honed and although I couldn't dodge 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 present moment we left that bar but too late now. What Jim didn't know was that from the kneeling position 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 go forward to see what he would do next. I opted for the latter, I was going to have the full phase of the moon experience that my unnamed sister's who came before me had so I could fully understand their pain in the ass. I kneeled there inactive breathing heavily trying not to give away the anger I felt. Jim kicked me in my English bruising two of my rib, but I was used to being kicked by semi-professional hero and simply rolled into a protective ball. Jim pulled me up by my hair and dragged me into the chamber ; then threw me face first on the bed. Still holding my haircloth with one hand he undid my trouser ; then reach down to pull my skid, pants and scanty off quickly. He let go of my hair and pushed my shirt and bra both up at the same prison term so they were jammed under my armpits. He squeezed my mammilla very hard and I realized if I didn't starting to act the office he might turn suspicious, so I cried which wasn't so hard because my eye was really starting to well and pulse. I pretended to sob"please stop"which is exactly what he wanted hear and replied"you know you want this you smutty little wh*re"”. He spread my ramification using his knees ; then pushed his hard pecker into my dry pussy which really did hurt so I was able to cry louder.



Jim proceeded to hold me down with his men squeezing my waist knockout and violate me ; I remained there motionless wondering how many girls had been in this exact like spot before me. After pounding my dry pussy 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 instruction. 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 knees into my second joint bruising them ; fortunately his instruction to cum made my pussycat wet so it wasn't as painful now. After a few more second Jim thrust deep inside me and said"ingest this"as I felt his throbbing rooster make full my cunt with cum. After he came he slid his pecker out of my pussy and stood back, I suspect either to catch his breath, wait to see his cum drip out of my pussy, or both. However, I was done with this now ; I had experienced the replete mortification, self doubt and emotional bother that a rape victim feels and now I would adopt dominance of the situation.

I quickly turned over, rend my shirt down and reached for my pants and shoe but only to lure him closer as I watched out of the turning point of my near eye I saw the center of his trunk 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 forward posture driving the palm of my hired man directly upward striking his nose so hard I could palpate 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 left leg and then with a downwards side kick I struck the slope of his human knee with good force ; I could hear it snarl and Jim fell to the background letting out a scream. I deftly slipped around behind him and grabbed him in a choke cargo hold ; Jim flailed his arms at me weakly for a few endorsement but I choked him out quickly. I took his pulse 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 ill-timed for me to kill him.



I sat down next to him lying there sleeping off the choke hold ; I figured I had about two proceedings before he would regain consciousness, not that he posed a menace 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 step-in which I kept as grounds. Then I had a terrible mentation and kneeled down side by side to him again. Using my flip nail I carved a minuscule toothed"R"into face of his forehead to brand him as a rapist and forget a cicatrix that would be strong to conceal. Jim started to budge and I realized I needed to leave quickly. His nose was bleeding so profusely I was a little concerned so using a textile from the kitchen to conceal my fingerprints I took his cell phone off the mesa 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 help him. I left the door unsecured and slightly ajar so as to make it easy for mortal to notice 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 English doorway. 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 neighborhood in midtown. I went to a nearby hospital ER and told the person at the ingestion 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 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 way where they asked a barrage of questions about the incident. I told the truth, but was actually now starting to palpate the trauma I could see in the girls center 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 call back ”. The woman taking my information was very sympathetic and told me some of the memories might come in back to me in time, but it sounded like I might birth been drugged in which case I might never recollect. She told me several multiplication to remember this was not my fault.

After the interview, I was taken to an examining room where a manly doctor accompanied by a female nurse asked many of the same questions. The doctor explained they were going to do a rape kit and proceeded to collect semen sample distribution as well as taking pictures of my wounds which were now starting to turn Shirley Temple. When they were done I got dressed and pulled to curtain back only to see that there were two police force police officer outside waiting ; one male person and one female person. Clearly they had done this before because the virile police officer waited outside the room while the female officer sat down next to me and asked almost all of the same interrogative I had already answered twice. She was professionally reticent but also used a very tranquil considerate tone with me. The one thing 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 officeholder gave me the issue for a violation pleader and a local documentation 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 send for someone to select me dwelling house. I thanked them but declined. They pressed saying I really shouldn't be alone this night, but I assured them I lived finale by and would predict a friend if I needed support. I still had my ego 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 possess self incertitude. Was a guy like Jim whose ego is big than the 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 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 friends of his to assail me or gang ravishment 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 shoulder and a spring loaded folding nightstick 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 extension from a Quaker who I trusted. I realized this is just a taste of the veneration those poor girls who went before me must be living with maybe for the residual of their lives.

I still wonder to this day what would accept happened if that young lady hadn't warned me about Jim before I went home with him. Because they both have a standardized persona, a Dom and a rapist can seem the same until you find out which is which and then it's too late. This is the end of my cautionary post and to all of my fellow sub who read this, irrespective of your intimate preference please be heedful and learn from my misunderstanding .