Hi, I'm Brandy. I'm 28 yo Bi Sub, 5"4 ”, 115 lbs, light-haired hair, brown eyes, 32C white meat with permanently erect pap ( have been my whole life story ), and a shaven pussy. I've been a Sub most my liveliness although I didn't know it for quite a while. I do favour men, but I am now a very well direct obedient Sub and will do whatever I'm told to by a Dom or Femdom. If you've read my some of my other Emily Price Post about my journeying finding out who I am and what my needs are, I hope you enjoyed it ; if not let me repeat a piffling of the intro. My OBGYN once asked me how often I liked to feature sex and I told her at least 2 hours a day. She seemed to receive misunderstood and asked how many solar 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 sprightliness. I almost laughed as it is my favourite constituent of my aliveness and told her it wasn't a problem. She didn't ask any more doubtfulness, but I suspect she realized that explained the versatile Marks and contusion in private country of my body.



I have several Doms I see often and even now two Femdoms that I visit infrequently. But I like salmagundi and my sexual appetency is almost insatiate so I need to see unlike mass for different experiences. I am upfront with them and my Doms all know about the others. Everything in my spirit was fine until one of my Doms contracted COVID-19, so I had to quarantine for 10 daytime 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 blackball exam on three severalise days. This is a grave problem ! I've tried telephone, 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 contribution them. After reading the wonderful and thoughtful remark 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 evacuant for me. I wrote this post before my last one, but was hesitant to carry it because first off I wasn't sure the sites editors would allow it and second I didn't want to inadvertently feed anyone a sense of false confidence. I want to be unclouded, what I did here was reckless and I could have been permanently injured or killed so please do not try this as it is meant to be a admonitory post.



I met one Dom right after I graduated college that was exceptionally nonindulgent. 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 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 address a lot of punishment over a long time period of clip. I mentioned in my last post that I grew up and still live in NYC and my mother enrolled me in a Taekwondo dojo when I was Danton True Young so I could protect myself. I stuck with it all the way through college attaining the social rank of endorsement Dan. After college I joined a MMA grooming facility and learned a Brazilian expressive style of Jiu Jitsu ; until they closed gymnasium down due to COVID-19, I was eager to fight anyone in the cage full phase of the moon contact three sentence a calendar week. But whereas this is not what this spot is about, it was relevant to understand parts of what happened. Note that any name calling are made up but the history is honest.



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 marvelous, black hair, chocolate-brown eyes and very hefty. 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 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 provide new experiences. So instead I simply said"yes, Sir ”. He asked me if I wanted to join him for a glass of wine at his apartment and I agreed, but inaugural I excused myself to go to the restroom. Note that even though I frequent a number of topical anaesthetic bars I always limit myself to one crapulence ; the bartenders all know this ( I tip them well ) and we have a codification when I switch to"vodka on the rocks"they bring me water system instead. With the participating life sentence I lead I need to stay hydrated, plus alcohol dulls the senses and I never want to miss a I genius when submitting to my Dom's compliments. I was washing my helping hand and when I went to snap up 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 look in her watery-eyed heart made me want to study Jim out in the back street 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 hone 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 tip saying thanks diddlyshit ”. Jim said,"I'm done as well, let me convey care of you bar pecker"but I didn't want Jim to make love how slight I had to drink and that I was perfectly sober. Thankfully, squat pretended not to hear him turned around and added the one drink I had earlier to my tab with a few water tap on the registry's cover. Jack then tapped the screen door a few more than multiplication and presented Jim with just his account. Jim looked at it and said to Jack"delay ; only my swallow are on here and I said I would pay for Brandy ”. Jack was a mollify barman and said"sorry dude, I already added them to her tab"then turned around and started taking an society 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 tough to line him to having been here without a credit card charge. We started to stand up, manual laborer had regained his composure and held my seat for me as I stepped down with him playing the valet and me the helpless bantam 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 cogitate of class 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 shanghai saying"skillful ride ”. He held the room access for me, closed it, then walked around and got in the number one wood's face. 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 flat building. Jim pulled the car into an clandestine garage 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 lift to diddly-shit's apartment which was a fairly good size for the area he lived in NYC. It was decorated in a very minimalist way, but everything looked immaculate and relatively new. Jim asked if I preferred Caucasian or red wine-colored and I replied"whatever pleases you Sir ”. Jim went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of cool down tweed vino as I started to face around his apartment and checked out the persuasion from his window.



When Jim came back he said"here"and I turned around expecting to obtain a ice of wine. Instead Jim mug punched me in my left eye and I dropped to one knee. That punch would probably knocked any other girl out but my reflexes were well honed and although I couldn't dodge it I did pull off to rick my caput just as he struck me so it was more of a glancing shock. I was thinking I was such an retard, I shouldn't have let me guard 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 deliver easily taken him down and subdued him, so I had a choice to defecate now as to whether to block up him now or let him uphold to see what he would do next. I opted for the latter, I was going to cause the wide-cut experience that my unknown sister's who came before me had so I could fully understand their infliction. I kneeled there inactive breathing backbreaking trying not to disclose the anger I felt. Jim kicked me in my face bruising two of my rib, but I was used to being kicked by semi-professional fighter aircraft and simply rolled into a protective ball. Jim pulled me up by my haircloth and dragged me into the bedchamber ; then threw me face first on the bed. Still holding my whisker with one hired hand he undid my pants ; then reach down to get out my shoes, pants and panties off quickly. He let go of my hair and pushed my shirt and bra both up at the Saami time so they were jammed under my axilla. He squeezed my tit very hard and I realized if I didn't showtime to act the role he might suit wary, so I cried which wasn't so hard because my eye was really starting to swell and thrill. I pretended to sob"please stop"which is exactly what he wanted hear and replied"you know you want this you lousy niggling wh*re"”. He spread my legs using his knees ; then pushed his tough rooster into my dry pussy which really did hurt so I was capable to cry louder.



Jim proceeded to hold back me down with his hands squeezing my waistline laborious and violate me ; I remained there motionless wondering how many missy had been in this demand 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 make me cum but only because I was trained to cum on command. I moaned loudly and my physical structure shook as I came with Jim still pounding my pussy. He said"I knew you liked it you wh*re"and fucked me harder digging his knees into my thighs bruising them ; fortunately his statement to cum made my snatch wet so it wasn't as dreadful now. After a few to a greater extent minutes Jim thrust deep inside me and said"charter this"as I felt his throbbing cock fill my pussy with cum. After he came he slid his cock out of my pussy and stood back, I suspect either to catch his breathing space, postponement 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 excited pain that a rape victim feel 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 tempt him closer as I watched out of the nook of my practiced 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 forward stance driving the ribbon of my helping hand directly upward striking his nose so intemperately I could find the magazine crunch. Jim screamed, let go of my hair and grabbed his nose with both hands ; his nozzle was bleeding profusely. I immobilized him grabbing his arm and shoulder, stepped next to him with my go away leg and then with a downward side kick I struck the position of his knee with full military unit ; I could listen it snap and Jim fell to the undercoat letting out a screech. I deftly slipped around behind him and grabbed him in a choke coil custody ; Jim flailed his weaponry at me weakly for a few irregular but I choked him out quickly. I took his heart rate and made sure he was still breathing ; I felt I had every rightfield to anguish him as he had hurt so many others but I knew it would be improper for me to kill him.



I sat down next to him lying there sleeping off the choke hold ; I figured I had about two minutes before he would regain cognizance, not that he posed a threat any longer but I wanted to be gone by the prison term 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 thought and kneeled down adjacent to him again. Using my quarter round nail I carved a short jagged"R"into side of his forehead to brand him as a raper and go out a cicatrice that would be severe to hold in. Jim started to raise and I realized I needed to leave quickly. His nose was bleeding so profusely I was a little concerned so using a cloth from the kitchen to conceal my fingerprints I took his cell phone off the table put it near him and dialed 911. I left knowing that the 911 wheeler dealer would describe the earpiece even if he didn't wake up and get EMS to help him. I left the door unlocked and slightly ajar so as to score it comfortable for soul to encounter 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 side door. I walked over to a John R. Major avenue where I knew there would be a lot of citizenry 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 well and discolored so it was clear I wasn't making this up ; I was handed me a clipboard and asked to satisfy out the paperwork attached. I then sat in the waiting room with everyone else ; fortunately it was fairly empty that nighttime. They eventually called me back to another room where they asked a barrage of head about the incident. I told the true statement, but was actually now starting to feel the injury I could see in the little girl heart 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 remember ”. The woman taking my info was very large-hearted and told me some of the memories might hail back to me in meter, but it sounded like I might make been drugged in which sheath I might never commend. She told me respective prison term to recall this was not my fault.

After the audience, I was taken to an examining room where a manful doctor accompanied by a distaff nurse asked many of the same questions. The physician explained they were going to do a ravishment kit and proceeded to collect semen sample distribution as well as taking pictures of my wounds which were now starting to turn Joseph Black. When they were done I got dressed and pulled to curtain back only to see that there were two constabulary officers outside waiting ; one male and one female. Clearly they had done this before because the manlike officer waited outside the room while the female person officer sat down next to me and asked almost all of the same questions I had already answered twice. She was professionally reticent but also used a very becalm considerate tint with me. The one thing she asked which was new was did I think I could identify the someone who assaulted me if I saw him again and I replied"definitely ”. But based on the shadowy de***********ion I gave them and the fact he was all the way uptown I doubted they would get him. The ship's officer gave me the numbers for a rape counselor and a topical anaesthetic livelihood mathematical 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 name someone to take me home. 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 financial 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 menage, I started to make 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 strong-arm therapy for a piece, but what if he came after me calendar month from now seeking retaliation ? What if he had a gun and I couldn't evade him when he came after me. Then I had a worse persuasion, what if he sent champion of his to attack me or gang rape me. I didn't own a gun nor did I want one but started carrying unlawful legal weapon system I had trained with like throwing dart strapped to my shoulder and a bound loaded folding baton strapped to my turn down back. I stopped walking alone late at nighttime unless I was very closemouthed to home. I stopped seeing new Doms unless I had them fully vetted, preferably with a cite from a friend who I trusted. I realized this is just a predilection of the fear those poor girls who went before me must be living with maybe for the rest of their lives.

I still wonder to this day what would have got happened if that girl hadn't warned me about Jim before I went home with him. Because they both have a alike persona, a Dom and a rapist can appear the same 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 gent zep who read this, irrespective of your sexual orientation please be careful and learn from my mistake .