You submit to the lash.

"I really can't have my guest be whipped, so I guess I'd better take it," you declare, trying to sound confident.

The white-haired lawyer with the killer figure pauses, studying you with her sharp eyes before asking, "Are you sure? Is that really what you want?"

"Yes," you reply firmly, though your heart is racing.

"So be it," Cin nods, her expression shifting to one of anticipation. "Though the sting of pain can be exhilarating, it's not the best part."

She picks up a die, her fingers dancing over its edges. "The number of lashes will be determined by a roll, yes?" She hands you your six-sided dice.

"Yes," you say again, taking the die and letting it tumble from your hand.

You both watch it land, and Cin smirks. "Four. Could be worse, but at least you'll feel what it is list to have the bite of one lash over another."

"But now, onto the fun part." Cin's wicked, devilish grin returns. "According to your D&D book," she purrs, "the condemned must go topless so their back is bare for the lash. Isn't that right?"

"Ahh," you stutter, momentarily caught off guard by the sheer eroticism of the situation, but you manage to answer, "Yes."

As you wonder if Cin wants you to strip now or later, she saunters over to you, her movements slow and deliberate. Her voice drops to a sultry whisper as she leans close, "Stand up."

You obey, rising from your chair. Cin grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she muses, "Let me." She begins to unbutton your Oxford shirt, her fingers moving slowly, teasingly, starting at the top and working her way down.

With each button undone, her smile deepens, and her gaze grows more intense. She watches as more and more of your bare flesh is revealed, her expression one of sultry fascination. When she reaches the last button, she pulls your shirt open, baring your chest and abdomen for her inspection.

"Not bad," she grins. "I didn't think nerds were allowed to have a hard body." Her hands glide down to your abdomen, her touch sending electric shivers through you. "The geek is working on a six-pack. Who knew?" she whispers playfully, her fingers begin to trail up your abdomen, across your chest to your shoulders, peeling off your shirt as she goes.

A groan escapes your lips, and you close your eyes, feeling your manhood stiffen to full length as Cin strips you. "Very hard indeed," she murmurs, having noticed your clear arousal. Her hands slip over your shoulders and down your arms, taking your shirt with them until it falls to the floor.

When you open your eyes, you find Cin's body pressing against your flesh, her lips tantalizingly close to yours, her eyes searching yours with a hypnotic intensity. Her perfume wraps around you like a spell. You've been with a few women before, but never have you felt such a voluptuous set of large, firm, yet incredibly soft breasts pressed against your chest, even if they're still covered by a bra.

Instinctively, you go to embrace this shapely form of feminine perfection, only to feel a firm hand stop you. "That's not what we're here for," she whispers, pressing into you a bit more before reaching down to pick up the belt from the table.

A silent gasp of want slips from your lips as Cin steps back, breaking the contact between your bodies. She gently loops the belt around your neck, turning it into a makeshift leash. "Come with me," she orders.

Guiding you to the window, she directs, "Take hold of each side of the window sill. Assume the position."

You stretch out, gripping the window sill, feeling the cool air on your skin. Thankfully, the blinds are down, shielding you from any prying eyes.

You feel the belt lightly touch your back as Cin leans in, her breath hot against your ear. "This is going to sting," she whispers. "But there is pleasure in the pain, if you yearn for it."

Cin steps back, and with a tone that brooks no disobedience, warns, "If you break position, we start again."

You brace yourself, trying to relax your muscles, not wanting to—

"SHHWCCK!"

A sharp gasp escapes your lips as the leather belt explodes across your back with far more **** than you anticipated.

Before you can catch your breath, another lash lands, cutting across the reverse diagonal on your bare skin.

You grip the window sill tighter, your knuckles turning white. Cin either possesses far more strength than her frame suggests, or she's incredibly skilled with a whip—even a makeshift one.

The third strike makes your body twitch, but you manage to hold your position.

The final lash draws a low moan from between your clenched lips.

You remain in place, hanging your head as you try to catch your breath. Cin's fingers trace lightly over your back, soothing the welts she created. "The marks should fade soon," she says softly.

You hear her buckle her belt back on, but before you can move, the white-haired temptress presses her body against your back again, her bra-covered breasts flattening against your skin. Both of her hands reach around to your chest, roaming freely as she whispers in your ear, "Tell me, Dungeon Master, did you enjoy it?"