He does not.

"You have not earned it. You are forbidden to come," he says, lashing the flogger against your trembling skin. You cry out at the blow, then bite your lip, fighting desperately for control.

"Please.....Please....please Master...please," you sob frantic with need. "It's killing me...please Master..."

"You are forbidden. And it will not kill you. And if you disobey I will discard you."

"Noooooo! Please! Master, Please! I'm trying....trying so hard..."

"Try harder," he says casually, as he flogs your body with random strokes, the blows not overly hard but still stinging your tender sensitive flesh.

You feel yourself losing the struggle. Your orgasm building up behind the wall of will you have erected, remorselessly pressing against it, wearing it down. It is only a matter of time before your break, before you erupt into screaming orgasm.

Before you disappoint your master.