Hi, I'm Brandy. I'm 28 yo Bi Sub, 5"4 ”, 115 lbs, blonde pilus, Brown University centre, 32C breasts with permanently raise nipple ( have been my whole sprightliness ), and a shaven pussy. I've been a Sub most my life although I didn't know it for quite a while. 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 other billet about my journey finding out who I am and what my demand 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 receive sex and I told her at least 2 hours a day. She seemed to have misunderstood and asked how many sidereal 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 favorite function of my life and told her it wasn't a problem. She didn't ask any More doubt, but I suspect she realized that explained the versatile marks and bruise in secret areas of my eubstance.



I have various Doms I see often and even now two Femdoms that I visit infrequently. But I like change and my sexual appetite is almost insatiable so I need to see dissimilar 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 positively charged which means now I have to remain in quarantine until I have 3 damaging tests on three separate days. This is a serious job ! I've adjudicate telephone, TV, 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 parcel them. After reading the wonderful and thoughtful scuttlebutt 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 cathartic for me. I wrote this post before my last one, but was hesitant to post it because first I wasn't sure the land site editor in chief would reserve it and second I didn't want to inadvertently give anyone a good sense of false confidence. I want to be clear, what I did here was heady and I could cause been permanently injured or killed so please do not undertake this as it is meant to be a cautionary post.



I met one Dom rightfield after I graduated college that was exceptionally exacting. 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 trade good fit for me. She was definitely in good order about that. He trained me very well, including training me to cum only on dictation which let me secern you is not a course of study I'd recommend to anyone not able-bodied to do by a lot of punishment over a long full stop of time. I mentioned in my last Wiley Post that I grew up and still live in NYC and my mother enrolled me in a tae kwon do dojo when I was Lester Willis Young so I could protect myself. I stuck with it all the way through college attaining the social rank of second Dan. After college I joined a MMA preparation adroitness and learned a Brazilian style of Jiu Jitsu ; until they closed gyms down due to COVID-19, I was eager to fight anyone in the cage full phase of the moon contact three times a week. But whereas this is not what this post is about, it was relevant to understand parts of what happened. bank note that any names are made up but the account is admittedly.



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 marvellous, melanise hairsbreadth, brown eyes 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 several Doms already but was always interested in meetimg new Doms who could offer new experiences. So instead I simply said"yes, Sir ”. He asked me if I wanted to join him for a trash of wine at his flat and I agreed, but first I excused myself to go to the restroom. Note that even though I frequent a number of local barroom I always limit myself to one drink ; the bartenders all know this ( I tip them well ) and we have a computer code when I switch to"vodka on the rocks"they bring me piss instead. With the active life I lead I need to quell hydrated, plus intoxicant dulls the sense and I never want to miss a I sensation when submitting to my Dom's wishes. I was washing my hands and when I went to snap up a report towel to dry them, a female child who looked very skittish came over to me and whispered"don't go dwelling house with him, he's a rapist"; then she quickly walked out and I didn't see her again when I came out of the wash room. I thought about what she said and seeing the offend looking at in her teary eyes made me want to take in 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 perfect man so far and even stood up when I came back to sit down at the bar. I called for the barman"sea dog"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 take in care of you bar handbill"but I didn't want Jim to bed how little I had to drink and that I was perfectly sober. Thankfully, Jack 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 screen. knave then tapped the screen a few more times and presented Jim with just his bill. Jim looked at it and said to Jack"wait ; only my drinks are on here and I said I would pay for Brandy ”. Jack was a season mixologist and said"sorry dude, I already added them to her tab"then turned around and started taking an ordering from someone else at the bar. I could tell Jim was pissed, but paid his bill in cash which I found strange but then realized it would be grueling to trace him to having been here without a course credit posting rush. We started to stand up, laborer had regained his calm and held my seat for me as I stepped down with him playing the gentleman and me the incapacitated tiny trivial Sub. I said"thank you Sir ”.

When we got outside, jak said he was parked down the street and we started to take the air in that focusing. I asked him where he lived and he gave me an uptown location not anywhere close to where we were ; which made me think of course he wouldn't hunt in his own backyard. Jim pressed the key fob and I could see he was driving a former manikin E-class Mercedes ; I pretended to be impressed saying"nice ride ”. He held the door for me, closed it, then walked around and got in the driver's slope. 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 traffic was light so we arrived fairly quickly at this apartment building. Jim pulled the car into an surreptitious 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 upright size 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 ashen or red wine and I replied"whatever pleases you Sir ”. Jim went to the kitchen and opened a bottleful of cool down tweed wine-colored as I started to look around his apartment and checked out the eyeshot from his window.



When Jim came back he said"here"and I turned around expecting to invite a drinking glass of wine. Instead Jim sucker punched me in my left eye and I dropped to one knee. That punch would probably bump any other girl out but my reflexes were well honed and although I couldn't dodge it I did manage to turn my drumhead 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 import we left that bar but too late now. What Jim didn't know was that from the kneeling perspective I was in I could have 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 stay on to see what he would do next. I opted for the latter, I was going to give the fully experience that my nameless Sister's who came before me had so I could fully understand their pain. I kneeled there motionless breathing hard trying not to give away 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 nut. 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 get out my shoes, bloomers 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 axilla. He squeezed my nipples very hard and I realized if I didn't starting to act as the role he might become funny, so I cried which wasn't so hard because my eye was really starting to swell and throb. 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 human knee ; then pushed his toilsome putz into my dry pussy which really did hurt so I was able to cry louder.



Jim proceeded to keep back me down with his helping hand squeezing my waist hard and rape me ; I remained there motionless wondering how many girls had been in this exact Sami spot before me. After pounding my dry pussy for a while Jim said"cum you lilliputian wh*re"which he had no way of know would actually make me cum but only because I was trained to cum on statement. I moaned loudly and my soundbox 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 human knee into my second joint bruising them ; fortunately his command to cum made my pussycat wet so it wasn't as painful now. After a few more minutes Jim thrust deep inside me and said"take this"as I felt his throbbing turncock fill my cunt with cum. After he came he slid his prick out of my cunt 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 dubiousness and aroused nuisance that a rape victim smell and now I would take control of the situation.

I quickly turned over, root for my shirt down and reached for my bloomers and shoe but only to lure him closer as I watched out of the recess of my upright 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 haircloth, then stood up lunging into a forward stance driving the palm of my script directly upward striking his nose so intemperate I could feel the pickup crush. Jim screamed, let go of my hairsbreadth and grabbed his nose with both hands ; his olfactory organ was bleeding profusely. I immobilized him grabbing his arm and articulatio humeri, stepped next to him with my leftfield leg and then with a down side beef I struck the side of his genu with full force ; I could get wind it crack and Jim fell to the priming coat letting out a screeching. I deftly slipped around behind him and grabbed him in a choke coil grip ; Jim flailed his arms at me weakly for a few second gear but I choked him out quickly. I took his pulsation and made sure he was still breathing ; I felt I had every rightfulness to hurt him as he had hurt so many others but I knew it would be faulty for me to pop him.



I sat down next to him lying there sleeping off the choke hold ; I figured I had about two hour before he would regain cognisance, not that he posed a threat 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 panty which I kept as grounds. Then I had a terrible thought and kneeled down next to him again. Using my thumb nail I carved a piffling jagged"R"into side of his forehead to marque him as a rapist and result a cicatrix that would be hard to conceal. Jim started to arouse and I realized I needed to leave quickly. His nozzle was bleeding so profusely I was a little interested so using a fabric from the kitchen to conceal my fingerprints I took his prison cell phone off the board put it near him and dialed 911. I left knowing that the 911 operator would follow the telephone set even if he didn't wake up and get EMS to aid him. I left the door unlocked and slightly ajar so as to get it easy for somebody to retrieve him. I didn't upkeep 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 stair and went out a position threshold. 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 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 swollen 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 empty that night. They eventually called me back to another room where they asked a bombardment of questions about the incident. I told the the true, but was actually now starting to feel the trauma I could see in the girlfriend optic 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 up ”. The womanhood taking my information was very sympathetic and told me some of the memories might come back to me in time, but it sounded like I might let been drugged in which shell I might never recall. She told me several time to remember this was not my fault.

After the consultation, I was taken to an examining way where a Male doctor accompanied by a female nurse asked many of the same interrogative. The physician explained they were going to do a rape kit and proceeded to collect semen samples as well as taking picture show of my wounding which were now starting to become Black. When they were done I got dressed and pulled to curtain back only to see that there were two police military officer outside waiting ; one Male and one female. Clearly they had done this before because the male officeholder waited outside the room while the female officer sat down side by side to me and asked almost all of the same questions I had already answered twice. She was professionally unemotional but also used a very tranquillise considerate tonicity 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 ship's officer gave me the numbers for a violation counselor and a local anesthetic support group, encouraging me to use them. When she was done, she handed me the written report she wrote asking me to read and bless 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 soul to take me dwelling. 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 off a friend 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 have self doubt. Was a guy like Jim whose ego is vainglorious than the room he's standing in going to let this go ? I knew he'd be hospitalized and in forcible 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 tough thought, what if he sent friends of his to attack me or gang rapine me. I didn't own a gun nor did I want one but started carrying unconventional legal weapon system I had trained with like throwing dart strapped to my shoulder and a bounce loaded folding nightstick strapped to my humbled back. I stopped walking alone late at nighttime unless I was very close to home. I stopped seeing new Doms unless I had them fully vetted, preferably with a reference from a friend who I trusted. I realized this is just a taste of the fear those poor girls who went before me must be living with maybe for the rest period 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 with him. Because they both have a exchangeable persona, a Dom and a rapist can appear 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 blighter hero who read this, irrespective of your sexual orientation please be careful and learn from my fault .