Yes

You get to your feet and walk over to the jewel-encrusted rack. Daphne looks on, her arms folded, as you lie down on it, and then she bends over your prostrate body, attaching red metal manacles to your wrists and ankles, fastening them tightly.

“You’re here for a long stretch,” she tells you, as she turns a wheel at the head of the rack, pulling your hands above your head. “But I’ll make it memorable, my pet,” she says, running her hand slowly down your naked body.

She then leaves you lying there, although you find that she’s left the chains slack enough to still allow you to struggle helplessly. You hear her heels echo on the stone floor and turn your head to see her looking at the various **** implements lining the walls, wondering which ones to use.

“Time to play with you, my pet, but do we start softly...” She picks up a feather, considering it for a moment, but then puts it down. “No, Mistress Daphne prefers it hard.” She picks up a mace and walks towards you, swinging it.

As you writhe on the rack, Daphne reaches you. holding the mace over your body, the spikes inches from your flesh.

“Trapped between a rack and a hard mace,” she says, as she drops the mace down towards your genitals. You flinch, and scream, but Daphne pulls the handle of the mace up, just before impact, stopping the spiked ball in its tracks. then slowly lowers the mace down onto your tender flesh. “There, there, my pet. I wouldn’t want to destroy you this early on,” she says, “but with those sharp spikes resting on you, the last thing you’ll want to do now is writhe. Not that you’ll be able to writhe at all soon, when I’ve stretched you to breaking point.”

She goes back to the rack wheel and gives it another turn. You’re still not fully taut, but with the mace resting on your crotch, you wouldn’t want to move anyway.

“I hope you appreciate me playing with you, pet,” Daphne says. “Or would you rather be outside getting stoned with Shaggy? Velma just loves throwing those rocks at him... No, I can see by the way you’re staring that nobody holds a candle to me. On the other hand...” She smiles and wanders over to pick up a candlestick.

“Now, remember, my pet, no writhing or flinching,” she says as she brings the candle towards you, “I wouldn’t want that mace ripping into you” She raises the burning candle with its hot wax over your left nipple. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”