No

Aryn was stunned, to be a pleasure **** of all things. She slowly shook her head, completely missing everything he had said.

"No?" Master repeated, somewhat surprised, then again, much darker and angrier, "No..." he smiled a sadistic grin and began to unbuckle his belt. "I do hope you aren't a virgin..." he said, undoing his belt and snapping it. He tore through all her clothing in a snap and cracked his belt again.

The second loud "BANG!" made by the belt startled Aryn out of her haze. Any confidence she had had, vanished when she saw the king's cock.

It was just under twelve inches long, uncircumcised and dripping with precum and sweat. The organ would have struck fear into the most experienced slut, and if the sadistic smile in his eyes didn't terrify them, the belt he seemed comfortable wielding would have.

He stalked over to her, laying face up on the bed. He placed his belt over her eyes and tightened it incredibly tight. Already, Aryn felt a headache budding. However horrid her situation was, Aryn was mortified to find that her plain white panties were becoming thoroughly soaked. After he finished tightening the blindfold, he unlooped the ropes from the bed frame and led her to the wall. She heard a click and felt the wall shift as the king pulled something heavy out from a hidden chamber. He began to secure her bonds and she felt cold wood touch her bare stomach and face. Though she couldn't see, Aryn got the feeling he was tying her to some sort of cross.

When the king... no, her master, had finished, he stepped away again and began rummaging through drawers. He found what he was looking for and stepped back to the shaking Aryn.

"You will learn to appreciate whatever it is I give you. Whether it be pain, pleasure, food or water or even the gift of ****, you will be thankful. You will count each lashing and after, you will say, "Thank you Master". Do you understand?"

"Yes... Master"

"Good girl," He said, and without warning, brought the nine tailed whip down on her ass.

Aryn cried out and thrashed but after a moment remembered to count. "One.. th.. .thank you Master..."

He lashed again, this time aiming for her neck.

"Two, thank you Master."

Again and again he brought the whip down, counting through until reaching ten lashes. On the tenth one, Gavius stalked around her body and brought the device down, making sure it artfully reached the front of her pussy. For the first time since the first lash, Aryn screamed. Her fingers loosened from her palms and she calmly said,

"Ten, thank you Master."