Hi, I'm Brandy. I'm 28 yo Bi Sub, 5"4 ”, 115 lbs, blonde hair, embrown eye, 32C boob with permanently erect tit ( have been my whole life ), and a plane pussy. I've been a Sub most my life-time although I didn't know it for quite a spell. I do favor men, but I am now a very well school 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 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 give birth sex and I told her at to the lowest degree 2 hr a day. She seemed to deliver misunderstood and asked how many mean solar day a workweek 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 trouble and she said only if it interferes with your life. I almost laughed as it is my favorite role of my aliveness and told her it wasn't a trouble. She didn't ask any Thomas More question, but I suspect she realized that explained the respective Deutschmark and bruise in private areas of my soundbox.



I have respective Doms I see often and even now two Femdoms that I visit infrequently. But I like mixture 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 exquisitely 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 plus which means now I have to remain in quarantine until I have 3 negative run on three differentiate days. This is a unplayful job ! I've tried 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 share them. After reading the wonderful and heedful comments masses left me on my anterior posts, I am so well-chosen 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 concluding one, but was hesitating to post it because first I wasn't sure the internet site editor in chief would allow for it and bit I didn't want to inadvertently give anyone a sense of assumed self-assurance. I want to be solve, what I did here was heedless and I could deliver been permanently injured or killed so please do not set about this as it is meant to be a cautionary post.



I met one Dom right after I graduated college that was exceptionally rigorous. 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 wing 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-bodied to handle a lot of penalisation over a longsighted point 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 social station of endorsement Dan. After college I joined a MMA breeding facility and learned a Brazilian style of Jiu Jitsu ; until they closed gyms down due to COVID-19, I was eager to press anyone in the cage full middleman 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 write up is honest.



I was hanging out one night at a topical anaesthetic 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, bleak hair, Brown University eyes and very sinewy. 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 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 several Doms already but was always interested in meetimg new Doms who could put up new experiences. So instead I simply said"yes, Sir ”. He asked me if I wanted to unite him for a deoxyephedrine of wine-coloured at his apartment and I agreed, but first I excused myself to go to the public toilet. Note that even though I frequent a phone number of topical anaesthetic legal community I always limit myself to one boozing ; the bartender 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 life I lead I need to continue hydrated, plus alcohol dulls the common sense and I never want to escape a ace superstar when submitting to my Dom's want. I was washing my hands and when I went to take hold of a paper towel to dry them, a missy who looked very neural 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 restroom. I thought about what she said and seeing the wounded face in her teary eyes made me require to ingest Jim out in the alley and beat him to a flesh, but I opted instead to do what I said above was really heady 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"knave"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 Jack ”. Jim said,"I'm done as well, let me contract forethought of you bar bill"but I didn't want Jim to get it on how slight I had to drink and that I was perfectly sober. Thankfully, Jack pretended not to get a line him turned around and added the one drink I had earlier to my tab with a few dab on the register's filmdom. jack then tapped the silver screen a few Thomas More prison term and presented Jim with just his bill. Jim looked at it and said to sea dog"postponement ; only my beverage are on here and I said I would pay for Brandy ”. Jack was a seasoned bartender and said"sorry dude, I already added them to her tab"then turned around and started taking an order from someone else at the bar. I could enjoin Jim was pissed, but paid his pecker in cash which I found unusual but then realized it would be voiceless to trace him to having been here without a credit rating batting order electric charge. We started to endure up, Jack had regained his composure and held my bottom for me as I stepped down with him playing the man and me the helpless petite little Sub. I said"thank you Sir ”.

When we got outside, jackass said he was parked down the street and we started to take the air in that direction. I asked him where he lived and he gave me an uptown localization not anywhere close to where we were ; which made me think of course of instruction he wouldn't hunt in his own backyard. Jim pressed the key fob and I could see he was driving a lately framework E-class Mercedes ; I pretended to be impressed saying"nice ride ”. He held the room access for me, closed it, then walked around and got in the driver's side. 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 apartment edifice. Jim pulled the car into an underground garage and pulled into a enumerate 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 Jack's apartment which was a fairly good sizing for the area he lived in NYC. It was decorated in a very minimalist way, but everything looked spic and relatively new. Jim asked if I preferred Andrew D. White or red wine-coloured and I replied"whatever pleases you Sir ”. Jim went to the kitchen and opened a nursing bottle of chilled clean wine as I started to look around his flat and checked out the view from his window.



When Jim came back he said"here"and I turned around expecting to encounter a trash of wine-coloured. Instead Jim sucker punched me in my left eye and I dropped to one genu. That punch would probably knocked any other girl out but my reflexes were well honed and although I couldn't dodge it I did manage to sour my headland just as he struck me so it was more than of a glancing blast. I was thinking I was such an retard, 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 accept easily taken him down and subdued him, so I had a choice to arrive at 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 give the entire experience that my unnamed sister's who came before me had so I could fully realise their hurting. I kneeled there motionless breathing hard trying not to disclose the anger I felt. Jim kicked me in my slope bruising two of my ribs, but I was used to being kicked by semi-professional fighter and simply rolled into a protective glob. 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 pants ; then reach down to draw my shoes, knickers and step-in off quickly. He let go of my hairsbreadth and pushed my shirt and bra both up at the same clip so they were jammed under my armpits. He squeezed my mamilla very hard and I realized if I didn't start to meet the role he might become suspicious, so I cried which wasn't so hard because my eye was really starting to intumesce and pulse. 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 genu ; then pushed his tough cock into my dry pussycat which really did hurt so I was able to cry louder.



Jim proceeded to hold me down with his hands squeezing my waistline grueling and rape me ; I remained there motionless wondering how many girlfriend had been in this exact same 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 hold 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 toilsome digging his stifle into my thighs bruising them ; fortunately his instruction to cum made my pussy wet so it wasn't as abominable now. After a few more minutes Jim thrust late inside me and said"take this"as I felt his throbbing cock fill my puss with cum. After he came he slid his cock out of my pussy and stood back, I suspect either to catch his hint, wait to see his cum drip out of my kitty-cat, or both. However, I was done with this now ; I had experienced the full humiliation, self doubtfulness and worked up pain that a rape victim feels and now I would shoot control of the situation.

I quickly turned over, commit my shirt down and reached for my gasp and shoes but only to lure him closer as I watched out of the corner of my in force eye I saw the middle of his body moving toward me. Sitting on the bed with my point still down I waited until he was close and he grabbed my hair, then stood up lunging into a forrad stance driving the palm tree of my hand directly upward striking his nose so operose I could finger the cartridge crunch. Jim screamed, let go of my fuzz and grabbed his nose with both hands ; his nose was bleeding profusely. I immobilized him grabbing his arm and berm, stepped next to him with my left leg and then with a down side kick I struck the slope of his knee with full phase of the moon effect ; I could hear it snap and Jim fell to the ground letting out a scream. I deftly slipped around behind him and grabbed him in a choking coil appreciation ; Jim flailed his arms at me weakly for a few moment but I choked him out quickly. I took his pulse and made sure he was still breathing ; I felt I had every right to offend him as he had hurt so many others but I knew it would be amiss for me to belt down him.



I sat down future to him lying there sleeping off the choke hold ; I figured I had about two minutes before he would retrieve awareness, not that he posed a threat any recollective but I wanted to be gone by the 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 thinking and kneeled down side by side to him again. Using my pollex nail I carved a short jagged"R"into incline of his forehead to brand him as a rapist and leave a cicatrice that would be hard to conceal. Jim started to agitate and I realized I needed to leave quickly. His nose was bleeding so profusely I was a small come to so using a material from the kitchen to hold in my fingerprints I took his cell earpiece off the board 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 unlocked and slightly ajar so as to make it easy for person to find him. I didn't care how he tried to put a tailspin 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 steps and went out a face threshold. I walked over to a John Roy 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 inspiration desk that I was assaulted. By then my eye was very tumesce 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 vacuous that night. They eventually called me back to another room where they asked a battery of questions about the incident. I told the truth, 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 point out saying things like"I'm not sure"or"for some understanding I can't call back ”. The woman taking my entropy was very sympathetic and told me some of the store might come back to me in sentence, but it sounded like I might give birth been drugged in which caseful I might never commemorate. She told me several meter 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 nurse asked many of the Saame question. The Dr. explained they were going to do a rape kit and proceeded to collect semen samples as well as taking pictures of my lesion which were now starting to wrick disastrous. When they were done I got dressed and pulled to curtain back only to see that there were two law ship's officer outside waiting ; one male person and one female. Clearly they had done this before because the manlike officer waited outside the room while the distaff policeman sat down side by side to me and asked almost all of the Sami questions I had already answered twice. She was professionally restrained but also used a very calm considerate tincture 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 officer gave me the numbers for a rape counselor and a local support group, 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 someone to take me home. I thanked them but declined. They pressed saying I really shouldn't be alone this night, but I assured them I lived unaired by and would call a Quaker 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 home, I started to possess self doubtfulness. 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 spell, 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 acquaintance of his to attack me or gang up Brassica napus me. I didn't own a gun nor did I want one but started carrying unlawful legal weapons I had trained with like throwing flit strapped to my berm and a spring loaded folding baton strapped to my lowly back. I stopped walking alone late at Nox unless I was very closing to home. I stopped seeing new Doms unless I had them fully vetted, preferably with a reference from a booster who I trusted. I realized this is just a taste of the fearfulness those poor girls who went before me must be living with maybe for the residue of their lives.

I still wonder to this day what would take in happened if that girl hadn't warned me about Jim before I went home with him. Because they both have a similar persona, 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 chap pigboat who read this, irrespective of your sexual predilection please be careful and learn from my mistake .