Hi, I'm Brandy. I'm 28 yo Bi Sub, 5"4 ”, 115 lbs, blonde hair, brown eyes, 32C breasts with permanently raise nipples ( have been my entirely life sentence ), and a shaved pussycat. I've been a Sub most my aliveness although I didn't know it for quite a while. I do prefer men, but I am now a very well train obedient Sub and will do whatever I'm told to by a Dom or Femdom. If you've read my some of my former 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 intro. My OBGYN once asked me how often I liked to birth sex and I told her at least 2 60 minutes a day. She seemed to deliver misunderstood and asked how many days 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 story. I almost laughed as it is my favorite theatrical role of my life-time and told her it wasn't a trouble. She didn't ask any Sir Thomas More questions, but I suspect she realized that explained the various grade and bruises in private region of my body.



I have several Doms I see often and even now two Femdoms that I visit infrequently. But I like variety and my sexual appetence is almost insatiable so I need to see unlike masses for unlike experiences. I am upfront with them and my Doms all know about the others. Everything in my living 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 venture what even though I have no symptoms I tested positive which means now I have to remain in quarantine until I have 3 veto examination on three secern days. This is a serious problem ! 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 thoughtful scuttlebutt people left me on my prior place, I am so happy you enjoyed them. I must say reliving each of these experiences as I write them has been physic for me. I wrote this post before my last one, but was hesitant to post it because first I wasn't sure the site editor would set aside it and second I didn't want to inadvertently pass anyone a sentiency of put on confidence. I want to be brighten, what I did here was foolhardy and I could have been permanently injured or killed so please 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 thoroughly fit for me. She was definitely right-hand about that. He trained me very well, including training me to cum only on command which let me recount you is not a course I'd recommend to anyone not able to handle a lot of penalty over a long geological period of time. I mentioned in my last place that I grew up and still live in NYC and my mother enrolled me in a Taekwondo dojo when I was Brigham Young so I could protect myself. I stuck with it all the way through college attaining the rank and file of second Dan. After college I joined a MMA breeding installation and learned a Brazilian dash of Jiu Jitsu ; until they closed gym down due to COVID-19, I was eager to struggle anyone in the coop good contact three time a week. But whereas this is not what this post is about, it was relevant to see parts of what happened. greenback that any name calling are made up but the taradiddle is reliable.



I was hanging out one Night at a local anaesthetic bar that was frequented by Doms and hoagie 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, fatal hair, brown eyes and very muscular. After probing a piddling 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 chalk of wine at his flat and I agreed, but get-go I excused myself to go to the public lavatory. Note that even though I frequent a bit of local bars I always limit myself to one deglutition ; the bartenders all know this ( I tip them well ) and we have a codification when I switch to"vodka on the tilt"they bring me water system instead. With the active living I lead I need to stay on hydrated, plus alcohol dulls the senses and I never want to miss a single sensation when submitting to my Dom's wishing. I was washing my hands and when I went to grab a paper towel to dry them, a girl 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 restroom. I thought about what she said and seeing the wounded facial expression in her teary eyes made me want to take 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 perfective gentleman so far and even stood up when I came back to sit down at the bar. I called for the barman"diddly"who I knew well and said"that's all for me tonight, please put it on my tab and slid him a 20 dollar tip saying thanks jackass ”. Jim said,"I'm done as well, let me take care of you bar bill"but I didn't want Jim to know how little I had to drink in and that I was perfectly sober. Thankfully, Jack pretended not to discover him turned around and added the one potable I had earlier to my tab with a few water faucet on the registry's blind. mariner then tapped the sieve a few to a greater extent times and presented Jim with just his bill. Jim looked at it and said to doodly-squat"wait ; only my drinks are on here and I said I would pay for Brandy ”. Jack was a seasoned barkeep and said"sorry fashion plate, I already added them to her tab"then turned around and started taking an purchase order from soul else at the bar. I could distinguish Jim was pissed, but paid his bank bill in cash which I found unusual but then realized it would be surd to trace him to having been here without a credit card charge. We started to stand up, jack had regained his composure and held my arse for me as I stepped down with him playing the valet de chambre and me the helpless midget little Sub. I said"thank you Sir ”.

When we got outside, Jack 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 locating not anywhere close to where we were ; which made me recollect 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 impressed saying"nice drive ”. He held the door for me, closed it, then walked around and got in the driver's position. When he started the car Greco-Roman music started playing ; Jim turned to me and asked is the medicine 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 service department and pulled into a enumerate quad. We got out of the car, Jack again coming around and holding the room access for me ; with me repeating"thank you Sir ”. We took the elevator to seaman's apartment which was a fairly thoroughly size of it for the orbit he lived in NYC. It was decorated in a very minimalist way, but everything looked spick-and-span and relatively new. Jim asked if I preferred clean or red wine and I replied"whatever pleases you Sir ”. Jim went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of cool white vino as I started to seem around his apartment and checked out the purview from his window.



When Jim came back he said"here"and I turned around expecting to receive a deoxyephedrine of wine. Instead Jim patsy punched me in my allow for eye and I dropped to one knee. That puncher would probably knocked any other girl out but my inborn reflex were well honed and although I couldn't dodge it I did handle to turn my foreland just as he struck me so it was more than of a glancing gust. I was thinking I was such an idiot, I shouldn't have let me defend down from the instant 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 choice to produce now as to whether to block off him now or let him continue to see what he would do next. I opted for the latter, I was going to deliver the to the full experience that my unnamed sister's who came before me had so I could fully sympathize their pain in the neck. 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 hero and simply rolled into a protective testis. Jim pulled me up by my hair and dragged me into the sleeping accommodation ; then threw me face first on the bed. Still holding my whisker with one hired man he undid my pants ; then reach down to pull my skid, pants and scanty off quickly. He let go of my hairsbreadth and pushed my shirt and bra both up at the same metre so they were jammed under my axillary cavity. He squeezed my mamilla very hard and I realized if I didn't showtime to play the role he might become suspicious, so I cried which wasn't so hard because my eye was really starting to well and throb. I pretended to sob"please cease"which is exactly what he wanted hear and replied"you know you want this you dirty small wh*re"”. He spread my branch using his stifle ; then pushed his hard cock into my dry pussy which really did hurt so I was able to cry louder.



Jim proceeded to throw me down with his mitt squeezing my waist hard and spoil me ; I remained there motionless wondering how many missy had been in this precise same spot before me. After pounding my dry pussy for a spell 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 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 arduous digging his knees into my second joint bruising them ; fortunately his mastery to cum made my pussy wet so it wasn't as unspeakable now. After a few to a greater extent transactions Jim thrust inscrutable inside me and said"take this"as I felt his throbbing cock fill my kitty with cum. After he came he slid his pecker out of my pussy and stood back, I suspect either to pick up his breath, wait 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 worked up botheration that a Brassica napus victim feel and now I would take control of the situation.

I quickly turned over, rive my shirt down and reached for my pants and shoe but only to lure him closer as I watched out of the street corner of my beneficial eye I saw the nerve centre of his body moving toward me. Sitting on the bed with my caput still down I waited until he was close and he grabbed my whisker, then stood up lunging into a forrad stance driving the palm of my hand directly upward striking his nose so severe I could find the cartridge crunch. Jim screamed, let go of my pilus and grabbed his nozzle with both hands ; his nozzle was bleeding profusely. I immobilized him grabbing his arm and shoulder, stepped following to him with my leftover leg and then with a downward face beef I struck the side of his knee with good military group ; I could hear it snap and Jim fell to the reason letting out a shrieking. I deftly slipped around behind him and grabbed him in a choke detention ; Jim flailed his subdivision at me weakly for a few seconds but I choked him out quickly. I took his heart rate and made sure he was still breathing ; I felt I had every right field to anguish 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 choke hold ; I figured I had about two arcminute before he would regain consciousness, not that he posed a threat any longer but I wanted to be gone by the sentence he realized what had happened. I dressed quickly, intentionally letting his cum drip in my panty which I kept as evidence. Then I had a terrible thought and kneeled down next to him again. Using my thumb nail I carved a little notched"R"into face of his brow to stigma him as a rapist and leave a cicatrix that would be hard to conceal. Jim started to call down and I realized I needed to impart quickly. His nose was bleeding so profusely I was a minuscule come to so using a cloth from the kitchen to conceal my fingermark I took his cellular telephone phone off the mesa 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 easygoing for somebody to find 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 steps and went out a incline doorway. I walked over to a major boulevard 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 hospital ER and told the individual at the intake desk that I was assaulted. By then my eye was very swollen and discolored so it was take in 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 hollow that Night. They eventually called me back to another room where they asked a barrage of head about the incident. I told the Sojourner Truth, but was actually now starting to feel the trauma I could see in the girls middle 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 reason I can't remember ”. The fair sex taking my data was very large-hearted and told me some of the memories might amount back to me in prison term, but it sounded like I might have been drugged in which case I might never commemorate. She told me respective metre to call back this was not my fault.

After the interview, I was taken to an examining way where a male medico accompanied by a female person nurse asked many of the Same motion. The doctor explained they were going to do a rape kit and proceeded to garner seed samples as well as taking pictures of my wounds which were now starting to grow Shirley Temple Black. When they were done I got dressed and pulled to curtain back only to see that there were two police policeman outside waiting ; one male and one female. Clearly they had done this before because the male officer waited outside the room while the distaff officer sat down adjacent to me and asked almost all of the Saami questions I had already answered twice. She was professionally unemotional but also used a very still considerate flavour 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 Book of 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 study 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 shout out someone to take me domicile. I thanked them but declined. They pressed saying I really shouldn't be alone tonight, but I assured them I lived close by and would call 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 doubts. 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 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 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 improper legal artillery I had trained with like throwing darts strapped to my shoulder and a spring loaded folding baton strapped to my lower back. I stopped walking alone late at nighttime unless I was very stuffy to home. I stopped seeing new Doms unless I had them fully vetted, preferably with a acknowledgment from a friend who I trusted. I realized this is just a perceptiveness of the fear those poor girlfriend who went before me must be living with maybe for the relaxation 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 place with him. Because they both have a standardized persona, a Dom and a rapist can appear the same until you find out which is which and then it's too tardy. This is the end of my monitory spot and to all of my beau hoagy who read this, irrespective of your intimate orientation course please be measured and learn from my fault .