No

“Good boy,” Me says, now twisting the bottle in the opposite direction, as far as your cock will allow. “Got to play the game properly.” While she holds the bottle in place, keeping pressure firmly on it to keep you writhing in place, her lips move to your chest, and she gently bites at your nipples.

“It’s only pain,” she reassures you, looking up at the agony on your face, “and after all my years in this universe, your pain is the one thing that still excites me. That and the anticipation of what filthy things you’ll do to me at the end of this game.” Her teeth return to your nipples. “Fifteen bites on a live man’s chest,” Me sings, between bites, as you flinch with the pain, “Yo ho ho, twist the bottle of cum.”

As you hang there, groaning, Me takes a step back. “I think your poor cock’s had quite enough punishment for now. Not sure if you’ll even be able to feel it anymore after what I’ve put it through, and that would never do.”

She walks around behind you. “How else do you think a pirate would hurt you?” she asks, running her hand over your back. “I could flog you with a cat of nine tails, but no, I’m getting ahead of myself.” She gives your back a kiss. “No, number eight’s about milking, so you think about what outfit you want to see me in next, while I wait for that big hard cock of yours to shrink.”