Hi, I'm Brandy. I'm 28 yo Bi Sub, 5"4 ”, 115 lbs, blonde haircloth, Robert Brown eyes, 32C breasts with permanently erect nipples ( have been my entirely life ), and a shaved pussy. I've been a Sub most my lifetime although I didn't know it for quite a while. I do choose men, but I am now a very well prepare obedient Sub and will do whatever I'm told to by a Dom or Femdom. If you've read my some of my other berth about my journey finding out who I am and what my pauperism are, I hope you enjoyed it ; if not let me replicate a little of the intro. 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 have misunderstood and asked how many Clarence Shepard Day Jr. 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 part of my life-time and told her it wasn't a problem. She didn't ask any Thomas More head, but I suspect she realized that explained the versatile St. Mark and bruises in private area of my physical structure.



I have respective 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 different people for different 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 mean solar day and get tested regularly ; well opine what even though I have no symptoms I tested positive degree which means now I have to remain in quarantine until I have 3 electronegative tests on three fall apart years. This is a serious problem ! I've tried earphone, video, etc. but none of it works for me ; I have to be with mortal 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 heedful scuttlebutt hoi polloi left me on my prior Charles William Post, 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 military post before my last one, but was hesitant to post it because commencement I wasn't sure the sites editors would allow it and second I didn't want to inadvertently hand anyone a sense of mistaken assurance. I want to be clear, what I did here was reckless and I could have been permanently injured or killed so delight do not attempt this as it is meant to be a cautionary 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 strict 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 command which let me tell you is not a course of study I'd recommend to anyone not capable to do by a lot of penalty over a prospicient period of fourth dimension. I mentioned in my death post 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 social status of mo Dan. After college I joined a MMA training facility and learned a Brazilian mode of Jiu Jitsu ; until they closed gymnasium down due to COVID-19, I was eager to campaign anyone in the cage total link three times a week. But whereas this is not what this Charles William Post is about, it was relevant to understand parts of what happened. Note that any figure are made up but the story is true.



I was hanging out one Night at a local bar that was frequented by Doms and Cuban 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 marvellous, grim fuzz, brownness heart and very brawny. After probing a petty 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 various 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 get together him for a glass of wine at his apartment and I agreed, but maiden I excused myself to go to the restroom. Note that even though I frequent a number of local bars I always limit myself to one drink ; the barkeeper all know this ( I tip them well ) and we have a code when I switch to"vodka on the stone"they bring me urine instead. With the active life I lead I need to stay hydrated, plus inebriant dulls the sens and I never want to miss a single sensory faculty when submitting to my Dom's compliments. I was washing my hands and when I went to seize a paper towel to dry them, a young lady who looked very nervous 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 restroom. I thought about what she said and seeing the offend look in her teary heart made me need to take Jim out in the alley and beat him to a pulp magazine, 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 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 tip saying thanks jackass ”. Jim said,"I'm done as well, let me take care of you bar Federal Reserve note"but I didn't want Jim to know how lilliputian I had to drink 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 rap on the register's screen. Jack-tar then tapped the screen a few more time and presented Jim with just his measure. Jim looked at it and said to Jack"wait ; only my drink are on here and I said I would pay for Brandy ”. labourer was a seasoned bartender and said"sorry beau, 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 invoice in cash which I found unusual but then realized it would be concentrated to trace him to having been here without a credit card charge. We started to stand up, mariner had regained his composure and held my posterior for me as I stepped down with him playing the gentleman's gentleman and me the helpless petite little Sub. I said"thank you Sir ”.

When we got outside, old salt 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 position not anywhere close to where we were ; which made me think of course he wouldn't hunt club in his own backyard. Jim pressed the key fob and I could see he was driving a tardy model E-class Mercedes ; I pretended to be impressed saying"nice drive ”. He held the threshold for me, closed it, then walked around and got in the driver's English. When he started the car classical music started playing ; Jim turned to me and asked is the euphony OK for you and I replied"yes Sir ”. We drove uptown and the dealings was light so we arrived fairly quickly at this apartment building. Jim pulled the car into an subway system 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 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-coloured and I replied"whatever pleases you Sir ”. Jim went to the kitchen and opened a feeding bottle of chilled white wine-coloured as I started to look around his apartment and checked out the perspective from his window.



When Jim came back he said"here"and I turned around expecting to receive a glass of vino. Instead Jim sucker punched me in my left eye and I dropped to one knee. That clout would probably knocked any other young woman out but my inborn reflex were well honed and although I couldn't dodge it I did manage to turn my head word just as he struck me so it was more of a glancing blow. I was thinking I was such an retard, 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 position I was in I could let 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 preserve to see what he would do next. I opted for the latter, I was going to accept the full experience that my unnamed sis's who came before me had so I could fully understand their painful sensation. I kneeled there inactive breathing arduous trying not to break the anger I felt. Jim kicked me in my side bruising two of my rib, but I was used to being kicked by semi-professional champion and simply rolled into a protective glob. Jim pulled me up by my hair and dragged me into the chamber ; then threw me face first on the bed. Still holding my hair with one hand he undid my pant ; then reach down to pull my place, pants and pantie off quickly. He let go of my haircloth and pushed my shirt and bra both up at the same clock time so they were jammed under my axillary fossa. He squeezed my nipples very hard and I realized if I didn't start to play the persona he might become suspect, so I cried which wasn't so hard because my eye was really starting to swell and throb. I pretended to sob"please break"which is exactly what he wanted hear and replied"you know you want this you filthy footling wh*re"”. He spread my legs using his knee joint ; then pushed his intemperately cock into my dry pussy which really did hurt so I was able to cry louder.



Jim proceeded to take for me down with his bridge player squeezing my waistline hard and plunder me ; I remained there motionless wondering how many girls had been in this exact Saame speckle before me. After pounding my dry pussy for a patch Jim said"cum you little wh*re"which he had no way of know would actually make believe me cum but only because I was trained to cum on control. I moaned loudly and my body shook as I came with Jim still pounding my cunt. 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 command to cum made my pussy wet so it wasn't as abominable now. After a few more min Jim thrust deep inside me and said"take this"as I felt his throbbing cock fill my pussycat with cum. After he came he slid his putz out of my twat and stood back, I suspect either to catch his breath, delay to see his cum drip out of my pussy, or both. However, I was done with this now ; I had experienced the full humiliation, self doubt and emotional hurting that a rapine victim feels and now I would take control of the situation.

I quickly turned over, take out my shirt down and reached for my pants and shoes but only to tempt him closer as I watched out of the corner of my adept eye I saw the centre of his consistency moving toward me. Sitting on the bed with my promontory still down I waited until he was close and he grabbed my fuzz, then stood up lunging into a forward stance driving the medallion of my hand directly upward striking his nose so firmly I could finger 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 downwardly side squawk I struck the English of his knee with full military group ; I could hear it bust and Jim fell to the ground letting out a shriek. I deftly slipped around behind him and grabbed him in a choke clutch ; Jim flailed his arms at me weakly for a few s but I choked him out quickly. I took his pulse and made sure he was still breathing ; I felt I had every right hand to smart 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 choking coil hold ; I figured I had about two minutes before he would regain consciousness, not that he posed a threat any yearner but I wanted to be gone by the time he realized what had happened. I dressed quickly, intentionally letting his cum trickle in my panties which I kept as evidence. Then I had a terrible cerebration and kneeled down next to him again. Using my thumb nail I carved a little erose"R"into side of his forehead to stigma him as a rapist and leave a mark that would be punishing to hold back. Jim started to stir and I realized I needed to leave quickly. His nose was bleeding so profusely I was a little concerned so using a cloth from the kitchen to hide my fingermark I took his cell phone off the tabular array put it near him and dialed 911. I left knowing that the 911 wheeler dealer would follow the earpiece even if he didn't wake up and get EMS to assist him. I left the door unbarred and slightly ajar so as to make it easy for someone to get 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 side door. I walked over to a John R. Major avenue where I knew there would be a lot of the great unwashed around and then walked all the way back to my neighborhood in midtown. I went to a nearby infirmary ER and told the person at the intake desk that I was assaulted. By then my eye was very puff up and discolored so it was assoil 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 elbow room with everyone else ; fortunately it was fairly empty that night. They eventually called me back to another elbow room where they asked a battery of questions about the incident. I told the truth, but was actually now starting to feel the psychic trauma I could see in the daughter eyes who had warned me about Jim so I intentionally left a lot of the details out saying thing like"I'm not indisputable"or"for some reason I can't remember ”. The womanhood taking my information was very sympathetic and told me some of the retention might add up back to me in time, but it sounded like I might have been drugged in which type I might never think. She told me several times to remember this was not my fault.

After the interview, I was taken to an examining way where a manlike doctor accompanied by a female person nurse asked many of the same doubt. The doctor explained they were going to do a assault kit and proceeded to collect semen samples as well as taking picture show of my wounding which were now starting to rick 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 and one female person. Clearly they had done this before because the male officer waited outside the room while the female officer sat down next to me and asked almost all of the same question 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 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 turn for a rapine counselor and a local anaesthetic living grouping, encouraging me to use them. When she was done, she handed me the report she wrote asking me to interpret 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 take me nursing 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 call a booster if I needed support. 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 dwelling, I started to have self doubts. Was a guy like Jim whose ego is bigger than the way he's standing in going to let this go ? I knew he'd be hospitalized and in physical therapy for a piece, 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 intellection, what if he sent friends of his to round me or gang colza me. I didn't own a gun nor did I want one but started carrying unconventional legal weapons I had trained with like throwing flit strapped to my shoulder and a springiness loaded folding wand strapped to my turn down back. I stopped walking alone late at night unless I was very close to dwelling. I stopped seeing new Doms unless I had them fully vetted, preferably with a reference from a supporter who I trusted. I realized this is just a discernment of the fear those hapless girls 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 young lady hadn't warned me about Jim before I went nursing home with him. Because they both have a standardized theatrical role, a Dom and a rapist can come along 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 cuss Subs who read this, irrespective of your sexual orientation please be careful and learn from my misunderstanding .