Yes

Looking at the clock in the moments between tickling, I see that there’s still 25 minutes left. It feels like an eternity, but barely any time has passed at all. At this point, I’m so horny and ****, I’ll do anything to make the tickling stop. I swallow my pride.

“Josh, please fuck me with a dildo,” I say with indignation.

Josh pauses and tilts his head.

“You sure you want me to do that? I’m not going to **** you to do anything you don’t want to. It doesn’t sound like you really want that. I’m a big believer in enthusiastic consent,” Josh says.

I look down at my body, my small breasts that he’s had his hands all over, my flat stomach...for a moment, I feel turned on by the sight of my own body trapped in bondage. But then I remember how mad I am.