Shouldn't have bothered asking.

Oh, he makes me so mad. It’s not my fault the guy has some kind of orgasm disorder. I furiously try to jerk him faster and faster, hoping that I will finish him off before.... the inevitable. Five, four, three... faster, damn it. How is this guy not coming? I’m fucking naked and jerking him off. Two, one... The clock hits zero. Balls.

I lost. Again. As he unties my binds, I shoot him a stony glare. Freedom with a price. I have to go on a drive with him and my clothes have been destroyed.

“If I get in trouble for indecent exposure, I’m going to kill you,” I threaten.

I said I’d go on a car ride, but I didn’t agree to go on a naked car ride. This is ridiculous and unfair. But I’ve already resigned myself to doing what he says. Every time I’ve argued with him, things have just gotten worse for me. I just imagine what will happen if I have to beg him for another one of his shitty deals. I could end up getting spanked again, or worse, tickled. No thanks.

Earlier, I couldn’t understand why he wanted me to go on a drive with him. Now I realize he asked for that because he knew he was going to strip me, and I let him do it. I played right into his hands.

Josh laughs and reassures me.

“Relax, it’s dark out, no one will see you. Probably," he says.

Probably? They'd better fucking not.

"Don't worry. I’ll keep you safe,” he continues.

Despite how much I hate him right now, I believe him.

I stretch my limbs, finally free from that awful bondage and tickle torture device, but I don’t feel much better knowing what’s coming. Out of the fire and into the frying pan.