Hi, I'm Brandy. I'm 28 yo Bi Sub, 5"4 ”, 115 lbs, light-haired hair, John Brown eyes, 32C boob with permanently erect nipples ( have been my whole life ), and a shave pussy. I've been a Sub most my life although I didn't know it for quite a spell. 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 read my some of my former situation about my journey finding out who I am and what my want are, I hope you enjoyed it ; if not let me repeat a little of the intro. My OBGYN once asked me how often I liked to throw sex and I told her at to the lowest degree 2 hours a day. She seemed to give birth misunderstood and asked how many twenty-four hour period 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 and told her it wasn't a problem. She didn't ask any more questions, but I suspect she realized that explained the various Saint Mark and bruises in private areas of my body.



I have several Doms I see often and even now two Femdoms that I visit infrequently. But I like variety show and my sexual appetency is almost insatiable so I need to see different the great unwashed for different experiences. I am upfront with them and my Doms all know about the others. Everything in my sprightliness 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 incontrovertible which means now I have to rest in quarantine until I have 3 negative examination on three separate days. This is a severe job ! I've tried earpiece, telecasting, 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 plowshare them. After reading the wonderful and heedful comments people left me on my prior posts, I am so happy you enjoyed them. I must say reliving each of these experiences as I write them has been aperient for me. I wrote this Charles William Post before my last one, but was hesitant to place it because for the first time I wasn't sure the situation editors would reserve it and mo I didn't want to inadvertently give anyone a sense of put on self-confidence. I want to be clear, what I did here was foolhardy and I could induce 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 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 expert 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 track I'd recommend to anyone not able to handle a lot of penalty over a prospicient period of time. I mentioned in my go post that I grew up and still live in NYC and my female parent enrolled me in a tae kwon do dojo when I was young so I could protect myself. I stuck with it all the way through college attaining the rank of instant Dan. After college I joined a MMA training facility and learned a Brazilian elan of Jiu Jitsu ; until they closed gyms down due to COVID-19, I was eager to contend anyone in the cage fully contact three metre a week. But whereas this is not what this place is about, it was relevant to see parts of what happened. Note that any figure are made up but the tale is true.



I was hanging out one night 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 centre 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 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 concerned in meetimg new Doms who could offer new experiences. So instead I simply said"yes, Sir ”. He asked me if I wanted to fall in him for a drinking glass of wine at his apartment and I agreed, but number 1 I excused myself to go to the restroom. preeminence that even though I frequent a number of local prevention I always limit myself to one boozing ; the bartenders all know this ( I tip them well ) and we have a code when I switch to"vodka on the rocks"they bring me water instead. With the active life I lead I need to stay hydrated, plus alcohol dulls the sensory faculty and I never want to overlook a undivided superstar when submitting to my Dom's wishes. I was washing my hands and when I went to grab a theme towel to dry them, a girl who looked very nervous came over to me and whispered"don't go domicile 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 maimed look in her teary-eyed centre made me desire to take Jim out in the alleyway and beat him to a mush, 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's 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 bill dollar sign tip saying thanks Jack ”. Jim said,"I'm done as well, let me take in maintenance of you bar Federal Reserve note"but I didn't want Jim to know how little I had to drink and that I was perfectly sober. Thankfully, old salt pretended not to hear him turned around and added the one drinking I had earlier to my tab with a few taps on the register's screen. seaman then tapped the sieve a few Sir Thomas More meter and presented Jim with just his bill. Jim looked at it and said to jackfruit"wait ; only my deglutition are on here and I said I would pay for Brandy ”. seafarer was a mollify bartender and said"meritless sheik, 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 bill in cash which I found unusual but then realized it would be intemperately to trace him to having been here without a credit calling 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 helpless petite little Sub. I said"thank you Sir ”.

When we got outside, diddly-squat 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 location not anywhere close to where we were ; which made me intend 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 affect saying"courteous drive ”. He held the doorway for me, closed it, then walked around and got in the driver's position. When he started the car serious music 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 dealings was light so we arrived fairly quickly at this apartment building. Jim pulled the car into an underground garage and pulled into a count space. We got out of the car, shit again coming around and holding the doorway for me ; with me repeating"thank you Sir ”. We took the elevator to Jack's apartment which was a fairly well size for the arena he lived in NYC. It was decorated in a very minimalist way, but everything looked faultless 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 bottle of chilled egg white vino as I started to attend around his apartment and checked out the opinion from his window.



When Jim came back he said"here"and I turned around expecting to receive a glass of wine-colored. Instead Jim mug punched me in my left eye and I dropped to one knee. That poke would probably knocked any other girl out but my reflexes were well honed and although I couldn't dodge it I did manage to turn my head teacher 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 guard down from the here and now we left that bar but too late now. What Jim didn't know was that from the kneeling position I was in I could deliver easily taken him down and subdued him, so I had a choice to get to now as to whether to stop him now or let him go along to see what he would do next. I opted for the latter, I was going to have the full moon experience that my unnamed baby's who came before me had so I could fully realize their pain. I kneeled there still breathing firmly 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 champion 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 hand he undid my bloomers ; then reach down to get out my skid, drawers and scanty off quickly. He let go of my hairsbreadth 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 jump to play the role he might become suspicious, so I cried which wasn't so hard because my eye was really starting to tumesce and pulse. I pretended to sob"please quit"which is exactly what he wanted hear and replied"you know you want this you smutty little wh*re"”. He spread my legs using his knees ; then pushed his hard cock into my dry pussy which really did ache so I was capable to cry louder.



Jim proceeded to hold me down with his hands squeezing my waist backbreaking and rape me ; I remained there motionless wondering how many missy had been in this exact same spot before me. After pounding my dry snatch 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 bid. I moaned loudly and my body shook as I came with Jim still pounding my kitty-cat. He said"I knew you liked it you wh*re"and fucked me concentrated digging his knees into my second joint bruising them ; fortunately his command to cum made my pussy wet so it wasn't as painful now. After a few to a greater extent moment Jim thrust deep inside me and said"involve this"as I felt his throbbing cock fill up my snatch with cum. After he came he slid his cock out of my pussy and stood back, I suspect either to bewitch his intimation, wait to see his cum drip out of my twat, or both. However, I was done with this now ; I had experienced the wax humiliation, self uncertainty and excited pain in the ass that a violation victim flavour and now I would select control of the situation.

I quickly turned over, pulled my shirt down and reached for my pants and shoe but only to entice him closer as I watched out of the corner of my goodness 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 forrad stance driving the laurel wreath of my hand directly upward striking his nose so hard I could palpate the magazine crunch. Jim screamed, let go of my haircloth and grabbed his nose with both hands ; his nose was bleeding profusely. I immobilized him grabbing his arm and berm, stepped side by side to him with my left leg and then with a downwards side kick I struck the side of his human knee with full phase of the moon force ; I could try it snap and Jim fell to the ground letting out a shriek. I deftly slipped around behind him and grabbed him in a choke coil hold ; Jim flailed his arms at me weakly for a few irregular 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 pop him.



I sat down future to him lying there sleeping off the choke hold ; I figured I had about two arcminute before he would retrieve consciousness, not that he posed a scourge any tenacious but I wanted to be gone by the time he realized what had happened. I dressed quickly, intentionally letting his cum drip in my scanty which I kept as evidence. Then I had a horrific thought and kneeled down side by side to him again. Using my flick nail I carved a little jagged"R"into side of his forehead to brand him as a rapist and leave a scar that would be unvoiced to conceal. Jim started to stir and I realized I needed to go away quickly. His nose was bleeding so profusely I was a small concerned so using a textile from the kitchen to hold in my fingermark I took his cadre sound off the table put it near him and dialed 911. I left knowing that the 911 wheeler dealer would trace the phone even if he didn't wake up and get EMS to help him. I left the door unbarred and slightly ajar so as to draw it easy for somebody to find him. I didn't upkeep how he tried to put a twist 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 step and went out a side room access. 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 intake desk that I was assaulted. By then my eye was very swollen and discolored so it was net I wasn't making this up ; I was handed me a clipboard and asked to sate out the paperwork attached. I then sat in the waiting elbow room with everyone else ; fortunately it was fairly hollow that Nox. They eventually called me back to another room where they asked a outpouring of questions about the incident. I told the trueness, 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 affair like"I'm not for certain"or"for some ground I can't think ”. The woman taking my information was very large-hearted and told me some of the retentiveness might come back to me in time, but it sounded like I might bear 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 way where a male doctor accompanied by a distaff nurse asked many of the same doubtfulness. The MD explained they were going to do a Brassica napus kit and proceeded to collect ejaculate sample distribution as well as taking pictures of my wounds which were now starting to turn fatal. 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 way while the distaff police officer sat down succeeding to me and asked almost all of the same query 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 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 police officer gave me the figure for a rape counselor and a topical anaesthetic reinforcement group, encouraging me to use them. When she was done, she handed me the write up she wrote asking me to scan 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 someone to take me nursing home. I thanked them but declined. They pressed saying I really shouldn't be alone tonight, but I assured them I lived finis by and would call a admirer if I needed backup. I still had my self authority and was running on the high I got from taking down that scum of a rapist. But after I got house, I started to take self doubt. Was a guy like Jim whose ego is bigger than the elbow 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 speculative persuasion, what if he sent protagonist of his to set on me or gang rape me. I didn't own a gun nor did I want one but started carrying unlawful legal artillery I had trained with like throwing darts strapped to my berm and a spring loaded folding truncheon strapped to my lower back. I stopped walking alone late at nighttime unless I was very close to family. I stopped seeing new Doms unless I had them fully vetted, preferably with a reference from a protagonist who I trusted. I realized this is just a sense of taste of the reverence those poor 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 make happened if that girl hadn't warned me about Jim before I went home with him. Because they both have a similar theatrical role, a Dom and a rapist can come out the Saami until you find out which is which and then it's too lately. This is the end of my cautionary post and to all of my fellow wedge who read this, irrespective of your intimate predilection please be thrifty and learn from my mistake .