Brandy Returns to the Ranch

Hi, I’m Brandy. I’m 28 yo Bi Sub, 5”4”, 115 lbs, blonde hair, brown eyes, 32C breasts with permanently erect nipples (have been my whole life), and a waxed pussy … yes, I got tired of shaving last week and waxed myself damn that hurts. 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 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 have sex and I told her at least 2 hours a day. She seemed to have 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. 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 marks 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 and my sexual appetite 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 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 had no symptoms I tested positive which means I had to remain in quarantine until I had 3 negative tests on three separate days. Good news, I’ve now had 3 negative tests now so I’m free again ! I’ve asked 3 Doms and a FemDom if they would get tested and as soon as their tests come back negative I’m going to spend an entire day visiting all of them so I can work off all this pent up sexual frustration. If you’ve been reading my other posts you know I’ve been sharing some of my more unique experiences as a Sub. After reading the wonderful and thoughtful 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 cathartic for me. I post on several websites, but until my last post I never really looked to see how many people had read them and was shocked to see that altogether over 100,000 people have read my posts with an average positive approval rating just above 93%. You can’t imagine as a Sub how wonderful it makes me feel to have pleased so many people.



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 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 handle a lot of punishment over a long period of time. My Doms all know about this now and use it to ensure I cum when, and only when, they want me to. But this is not what this post is about. Since this may be my last post, at least for a while so I can take time to get back to my Doms and finally be able to orgasm again, I decided I would relent and tell what many people have been asking me to write about which is “what was my most extreme experience”. Note that any names are made up but the story is true. Also, I’ve intentionally omitted all of our tattoos and piercings so that everyone I write about can remain anonymous.

I’ve not written about this before because out of all of my experiences for some reason this is the only one that I’m embarrassed to share. But as I said, since you were all so supportive of me in my time of need I’m going to share it now. If you’ve read the post “Brandy’s Summer at the Ranch” you’ll know a lot about the beginning of this experience, but this return visit was by far the most extreme I’ve had from my perspective. For those of you who haven’t read that post, I’ll start at the beginning to give you a little background. Note that this is a fairly long post and the part that embarrasses me is toward the end.

My father’s cousin Lisa married a man who owned a horse ranch and every two or three years Lisa and Greg would invite me and my sister to spend a few weeks with them and their son Billy. My sister and I always called them aunt Lisa, uncle Greg and cousin Billy even though we were very distant relatives. I loved our times at the ranch and Lisa taught both of us how to tack and ride horses. Greg and Lisa bred and boarded horses; now I don’t know anything about the business side of ranching but it must be very lucrative because they became quite wealthy from it. My sister and I learned 3 things about a ranch when we were growing up : everyone on the ranch works at least part of the day, everyone in the family had a horse that you were assigned when you had time to ride, and my least favorite part was everyone is up before dawn. The last time I had visited the ranch I was given a beautiful male palomino that was somewhere between 15 and 16 hands tall I would say. He was gentle, but loved to bolt and gallop making my heart race when we were in a wide open field. During that visit I got very “close” to Butch and also spent every night for a week “playing” with Billy down by the swimming hole.



Well now it was 5 years later and Lisa had called asking if I wanted to spend a couple of weeks at the ranch. I thanked her very much and said I would love to come and spend time with them. When I arrived everyone was out doing chores, so I just went upstairs and unpacked my clothes. I put on my work clothes, came back downstairs and saw Billy standing in the kitchen drinking a glass of water. He turned around and said “I saw you pull up and wanted to come say hello”; I ran over to him, threw my arms around him and kissed him deeply then whispered “hello” in his ear. Billy and I were both 5 years more mature now but he looked like a full grown man and as strong as he was before he was even more muscular now. I wanted him right there and right now so much, but knew we would have to wait. We agreed that we would meet at the swimming hole again that night, then left the house separately so as to ensure we didn’t raise anyone’s suspicions. Billy went back to doing chores and I went to find Lisa to see what I could do to help out on the ranch during this stay.



The day seemed to go on forever, but finally after helping Lisa clean up the dinner dishes it was free time for anyone who had energy left from the day’s work and I went upstairs quickly to change into my jeans and a t-shirt. I had asked Lisa if I could ride “Butch” while I was there and she smiled saying you do love that horse don’t you, oh if she only knew how close Butch and I had become years before. I went straight to the stable and opened Butch’s stall door, he too had grown into a mature horse and was larger now. We were looking straight into each other’s eyes; Butch walked over sniffed me and put his head down. I was excited, he remembered me and I kissed his face and stroked his head like I used to. I brought Butch out of his stall and tacked him; then I threw a saddle bag over him and put the ropes that I had brought with me and stashed in the stable into one bag putting a towel and small electric lantern in the other bag. I had forgotten the chaps that Lisa always made us wear, but I was too eager to go back for them so I just mounted Butch and rode toward the far end of the ranch where the swimming hole was.



Before I got to the swimming hole, I pulled up on Butch’s reigns to stop and removed all of my clothes putting them in the saddle bag with the towel. I planned on giving Billy a little surprise preview when I got there since he always somehow managed to be there before me. It was only a short distance left to the swimming hole but I leaned forward as I rode and the exquisite feeling I got from my pussy and clit slapping on the saddle each time made my clit swollen and my pussy very wet by the time I got there. However this time the surprise was on me because Billy wasn’t there when I arrived.