Yes; far too much

"You may come," Valerie said.

Jessica screamed as her body thrashed in a too-long-coming orgasm, the most intense she'd ever felt. Her cunt clenched on nothing over and over again as the feeling thrummed through her body. Quite a bit of her latex outfit was stuck to her body by her own juices at this point, so it dragged and restricted her as she thrashed and twisted. Valerie watched her until she flopped to the ground, finally sated.

"You done?" she asked.

Jessica tried to respond, but all she could say was "Mistress." She winced as this made her slightly horny once again.

"Hmm. This is going to get impractical. I wish that the **** would have an orgasm every time I said the word 'donut'. There; now you can't come without permission; you can't say anything disrespectful since you can only say my title; speaking will make you more horny, which is fitting for a **** who should be fucked and not heard; and I have a convenient way to get you to come. What do you think about that? Answer me, or get punished."

"Mistress! Mistress, Mistress.... ah!... Mistress!"

"Good. Oh dear; now you've gone and made yourself all hot and bothered again, haven't you? Allow me to help. Donut."

Jessica sighed in relief as another orgasm drained away her need.

Valerie grinned, "Donut."

This one hurt. Her muscles were exhausted and she had no stimulation except for the zipper painfully pressing her oversensitive clit. She whimpered.

Valerie's grin widened, "Donut. Donut. Donut. Donut. Donut."