No

Leigh keeps masturbating, harder and then softer, faster and then slower, doing her absolute best to keep from cumming. She grits her teeth and tenses her muscles, holding back.

Eventually, nearly crying, the ten minute mark comes, and Leigh pulls her hands away from her pussy. She's so close to orgasm, and wants to scream from the frustration of her horniness, but she kneels in front of her coffee table to type out a message on the laptop. "Done, sir. No orgasms."

She gets an immediate response. "Send me a picture of your dripping pussy."

Leigh grabs her phone, sits on the couch with her legs spread, and snaps a picture. She sends it to xxCallHerSirxx, then looks at it more thoroughly. Her small patch of short pubic hair glistens with sweat and her pussy juices. Her labia are red and swollen, and her clit is poking out between them--she can almost see it throbbing, begging for release. She is dripping, her labia, thighs, and ass all covered in wetness.

Her new domme responds quickly again: "Such a gorgeous pussy. I look forward to pleasing and abusing it. ;) Since you're such a good girl, you can cum. But I want you to call me and let me hear you cum."

Leigh picks up her phone and dials the number at the bottom of the message.

"Hello Leigh. I'm Alex. Cum for me."

"Yes, sir," Leigh says, feeling a rush from calling someone that. She puts her phone on speaker and sets it on the couch next to her, then goes back to masturbating. She moans immediately upon contact, feeling incredible relief. It doesn't take her long to ramp back up to the edge. She holds there a moment, afraid Alex is going to tell her to stop. But she says nothing.

Leigh explodes, all but screaming, her body writhing as she continues to furiously rub her clit. It feels like she hasn't cum in years, when in reality it's been less than an hour. As the long, strong orgasm comes to a close, she hears Alex's voice comes over the speaker.

"Gooooood girl. I'm very pleased. You'll be happy to know I'm touching myself right now. Are you busy tonight?"

"No sir," Leigh responds automatically, unsure if that's even true.

"Good. Meet me at Courtney's Bar & Grill at 7 pm. Dress like you're hoping to get laid."

With that, there was a click and Alex was gone.

Leigh is astounded. She didn't even have a chance to say yes! But, she supposes, she doesn't really get a say in the matter. Alex is very clearly in control.