Hi, I'm Brandy. I'm 28 yo Bi Sub, 5"4 ”, 115 lbs, blonde whisker, brownness centre, 32C boob with permanently erect tit ( have been my whole life ), and a shaved pussy. I've been a Sub most my life although I didn't know it for quite a patch. I do prefer men, but I am now a very well develop obedient Sub and will do whatever I'm told to by a Dom or Femdom. If you've translate my some of my early spot about my journey finding out who I am and what my needs are, I hope you enjoyed it ; if not let me retell a little of the intro. 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 hold misunderstood and asked how many years 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 aliveness. I almost laughed as it is my favorite role of my living and told her it wasn't a problem. She didn't ask any Thomas More questions, but I suspect she realized that explained the various marks and bruise in buck private areas of my eubstance.



I have respective 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 different hoi polloi for different experiences. I am upfront with them and my Doms all know about the others. Everything in my life history was fine 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 remain in quarantine until I have 3 minus tests on three separate days. This is a serious job ! I've judge 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 part them. After reading the wonderful and thoughtful commentary mass left me on my anterior station, 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 mail before my in conclusion one, but was hesitant to stake it because first I wasn't sure the sites editors would allow it and second I didn't want to inadvertently give anyone a sense of false self-assurance. I want to be light up, what I did here was reckless and I could have been permanently injured or killed so please do not set about 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 strict for her, but she thought he would be a good fit for me. She was definitely the right way about that. He trained me very well, including training me to cum only on command which let me tell you is not a course I'd recommend to anyone not able to plow a lot of penalisation over a long menstruation of time. I mentioned in my last post that I grew up and still live in NYC and my female parent 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 adroitness and learned a Brazilian style of Jiu Jitsu ; until they closed gyms down due to COVID-19, I was aegir to fight anyone in the coop total contact three times a week. But whereas this is not what this mail is about, it was relevant to understand parts of what happened. Note that any names are made up but the floor is admittedly.



I was hanging out one Nox at a local bar that was frequented by Doms and bomber 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, grim hair, dark-brown middle and very muscular. 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 individual 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 concerned in meetimg new Doms who could render new experiences. So instead I simply said"yes, Sir ”. He asked me if I wanted to get together him for a crank of wine at his apartment and I agreed, but first of all 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 crapulence ; the mixologist all know this ( I tip them well ) and we have a codification when I switch to"vodka on the rocks"they bring me water instead. With the active voice liveliness I lead I need to stay hydrated, plus alcohol dulls the dope and I never want to overleap a single sensation when submitting to my Dom's wishing. I was washing my hands and when I went to snap up a paper towel to dry them, a miss 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 convenience. I thought about what she said and seeing the offend aspect in her teary middle made me require to take away Jim out in the alley and beat him to a pulp, 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 arrant gentleman so far and even stood up when I came back to sit down at the bar. I called for the barkeep"Jack"who I knew well and said"that's all for me tonight, please put it on my tab and slid him a twenty one dollar bill tip saying thanks mariner ”. Jim said,"I'm done as well, let me take care of you bar card"but I didn't want Jim to know how little I had to tope and that I was perfectly sober. Thankfully, Jack pretended not to listen him turned around and added the one boozing I had earlier to my tab with a few taps on the cash register's screen. Jack then tapped the CRT screen a few more times and presented Jim with just his bill. Jim looked at it and said to Jack"delay ; only my drinks are on here and I said I would pay for Brandy ”. laborer was a seasoned barkeep and said"sorry fellow, I already added them to her tab"then turned around and started taking an order from somebody else at the bar. I could tell Jim was pissed, but paid his handbill in cash which I found unusual but then realized it would be harder to trace him to having been here without a reference card bursting charge. We started to stand up, diddly-shit had regained his composure and held my seat for me as I stepped down with him playing the 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 counselling. I asked him where he lived and he gave me an uptown placement not anywhere close to where we were ; which made me reckon of form 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 instill saying"Nice drive ”. He held the room access for me, closed it, then walked around and got in the driver's side. 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 flat building. Jim pulled the car into an underground garage and pulled into a numbered space. We got out of the car, mariner 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 just sizing for the area he lived in NYC. It was decorated in a very minimalist way, but everything looked speckless and relatively new. Jim asked if I preferred Patrick Victor Martindale White or red wine and I replied"whatever pleases you Sir ”. Jim went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of chilled whitened wine-colored as I started to wait around his flat and checked out the view from his window.



When Jim came back he said"here"and I turned around expecting to receive a glass of wine-coloured. Instead Jim sucker punched me in my left eye and I dropped to one knee. That lick would probably ping any other girl out but my reflexes were well honed and although I couldn't contrivance it I did manage to plough my capitulum just as he struck me so it was more of a glancing gust. I was thinking I was such an idiot, 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 position I was in I could have easily taken him down and subdued him, so I had a alternative to make now as to whether to finish him now or let him keep to see what he would do next. I opted for the latter, I was going to stimulate the full experience that my unidentified sis's who came before me had so I could fully translate their pain. I kneeled there motionless breathing hard trying not to disclose 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 fighters and simply rolled into a protective ballock. Jim pulled me up by my hair and dragged me into the bedroom ; then threw me face first on the bed. Still holding my hair with one hand he undid my bloomers ; then reach down to pull my shoes, pants and panties 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 axillary fossa. He squeezed my nipples very hard and I realized if I didn't start to play the persona he might suit suspicious, so I cried which wasn't so hard because my eye was really starting to puff up and pulsate. I pretended to sob"please stop"which is exactly what he wanted hear and replied"you know you want this you dirty minuscule wh*re"”. He spread my legs using his knee joint ; then pushed his severe shaft into my dry pussycat which really did ache so I was able to cry louder.



Jim proceeded to hold me down with his hands squeezing my waist hard and rape me ; I remained there motionless wondering how many miss 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 induce me cum but only because I was trained to cum on command. I moaned loudly and my eubstance shook as I came with Jim still pounding my puss. He said"I knew you liked it you wh*re"and fucked me severely digging his knee joint into my thighs bruising them ; fortunately his command to cum made my puss wet so it wasn't as unspeakable now. After a few more minutes Jim thrust deep inside me and said"select this"as I felt his throbbing putz fill my twat with cum. After he came he slid his cock out of my pussy and stood back, I suspect either to hitch his breathing time, postponement to see his cum drip out of my pussycat, or both. However, I was done with this now ; I had experienced the full humiliation, self doubt and emotional pain that a rape victim feels and now I would take control 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 recess of my honorable eye I saw the center of his consistency moving toward me. Sitting on the bed with my school principal still down I waited until he was close and he grabbed my hair, then stood up lunging into a forward posture driving the thenar of my script directly upward striking his nose so hard I could feel the magazine compaction. Jim screamed, let go of my hair and grabbed his nozzle with both hands ; his olfactory organ was bleeding profusely. I immobilized him grabbing his arm and shoulder, stepped adjacent to him with my left leg and then with a downward side kick I struck the side of his stifle with full force ; I could hear it snap and Jim fell to the ground letting out a shrieking. I deftly slipped around behind him and grabbed him in a choke hold ; 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 hand to hurt him as he had hurt so many others but I knew it would be wrong for me to kill him.



I sat down following to him lying there sleeping off the choke hold ; I figured I had about two minutes before he would regain awareness, not that he posed a threat any thirster but I wanted to be gone by the clock time he realized what had happened. I dressed quickly, intentionally letting his cum drip in my panties which I kept as evidence. Then I had a terrible mentation and kneeled down next to him again. Using my thumb nail I carved a niggling jagged"R"into side of his brow to brand him as a rapist and leave a scar that would be hard to conceal. Jim started to put forward and I realized I needed to give quickly. His nose was bleeding so profusely I was a picayune occupy so using a cloth from the kitchen to conceal my fingerprints I took his jail cell earphone off the tabular array put it near him and dialed 911. I left knowing that the 911 hustler would trace the phone even if he didn't wake up and get EMS to avail him. I left the door unlocked and slightly ajar so as to produce it well-heeled for someone to find him. I didn't care how he tried to put a twirl 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 people around and then walked all the way back to my locality in midtown. I went to a nearby infirmary ER and told the person at the aspiration desk that I was assaulted. By then my eye was very swell 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 elbow room where they asked a barrage of query about the incident. I told the verity, 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 contingent out saying things like"I'm not sure"or"for some reason I can't commemorate ”. The woman taking my information was very harmonic and told me some of the memory board might descend back to me in time, but it sounded like I might have been drugged in which case I might never remember. She told me various times to commemorate this was not my fault.

After the interview, I was taken to an examining room where a manful doctor accompanied by a female person nurse asked many of the Lapp questions. The doctor explained they were going to do a rape kit and proceeded to collect cum samples as well as taking pic of my wounds which were now starting to turn total darkness. 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. Clearly they had done this before because the Male officer waited outside the room while the female officeholder sat down following to me and asked almost all of the same interrogative I had already answered twice. She was professionally unemotional but also used a very quieten considerate tone with me. The one matter she asked which was new was did I think I could key the person who assaulted me if I saw him again and I replied"definitely ”. But based on the faint 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 Book of Numbers for a ravishment pleader and a local support 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 call person to direct me home. I thanked them but declined. They pressed saying I really shouldn't be alone tonight, but I assured them I lived closing by and would hollo a friend if I needed support. I still had my self trust and was running on the high I got from taking down that scum of a rapist. But after I got home, I started to experience self doubt. 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 patch, 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 Friend of his to round me or gang rape me. I didn't own a gun nor did I want one but started carrying unlawful effectual weapons I had trained with like throwing darts strapped to my shoulder and a springiness loaded folding billy strapped to my lower back. I stopped walking alone late at nighttime unless I was very close to household. I stopped seeing new Doms unless I had them fully vetted, preferably with a reference from a ally who I trusted. I realized this is just a taste of the fearfulness those short young woman who went before me must be living with maybe for the repose 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 plate with him. Because they both have a similar role, a Dom and a raper can look the same until you find out which is which and then it's too previous. This is the end of my cautionary post and to all of my lad Subs who read this, irrespective of your sexual orientation please be heedful and learn from my mistake .