No

"You are forbidden to come," he says quietly. "You must learn obedience in this, as in all things. Do you understand?"

"Yes...Master...yes...but...I'm trying...but...it's so hard..." you whine, fighting against the urge to surrender to the orgasmic pressure building in you. You gasp as you struggle for control, fearing what will happen if you fail.

"Try very hard," he says, his voice soft with implied menace. "Very hard."

"Yes Master...yes..." He smiles politely at you then steps away from you, taking something from the wall behind you. Walking in front of you he shows you a multi-stranded flogger, holding it up to your face and letting the strands tickle your skin. It's silk, not leather, and the feel is cool and erotic against your flesh.

"Oh God....Master...I don't...I..." you whimper, fearing what will happen if he lashes you with it. Even the thought of being flogged while bound and helpless has you quivering closer to orgasm, and you know that the reality of feeling the lashes on your sensitized flesh will be more than you can stand.

"You like being spanked and whipped, don't you?"

"Yes Master...yes I do," you answer, biting your lip as you look into his face.

"It makes you very excited doesn't it?"

"Yes Master...I love it so much..."

"How long have you known this about yourself?"

"Spanking for a few years...whipping...just today...when you....you lashed me...with the riding crop..."

"And you came then, didn't you? Came without permission."

"Yes Master....I'm so sorry Master..."

"When I flog you with this, will you obey me?"

"Yes Master...yes....I will try..."

"Trying is not enough. You must obey. You must watch yourself be flogged, and you must obey."

"Yes Master..." you whimper frantically, knowing that you have almost no chance of restraining the orgasms building inside you, but knowing that you must. All that matters to you is pleasing him. Pleasing your Master. Obeying him.