You Play, You Pay

I knew I was taking a chance. But the thrill of trying and hoping not to get caught had me so fucking hot that I couldn’t help it. I wanted to stop several times while I was a head of the game. But each time when the opportunity arose and I knew there was a chance I could get caught, the thrill of trying to get away with it made me go for it.
Finally my fucking luck ran out. I picked the wrong time, the wrong place and the wrong fucker. How was I supposed to know he knew my people? How was I supposed to know he was a regular and knew the prices? I had fucked him last week and all was fine.
When he made the appointment I was confident that it would be fine. But when I showed up the President of our chapter was there with him. Wanting to know how long I had been doing side jobs on my own, charging my own rates and not giving him his cut.
I had no answer and the punishment I knew was coming scared me and turned me on at the same time. My knees were shaking from fear and my pussy was oozing from the excitement of my punishment.
Yeah I know that makes me a twisted bitch but what the fuck can I say. I was waiting for it, I knew I would get caught eventually and I still kept tempting fate.
I took my punishment like a champ. I enjoyed most of it to tell the truth. Being tied to the wire metal frame that dug into my skin and caused me to bruise, the ball gag in my mouth, the pussy torture and the endless hours of being alternately beat and fucked and tortured into submission.
It was almost more then I could handle, but not enough to push me over the edge.
I am a tough bitch and these things excite me, even if they are meant to scare me into submission.
As I lay here touching the sore, swollen and bruised parts of myself, I smile and wince at the same time. You can bend me but you will never break me…it’s only a matter of time…only a matter of time!

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