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 desperate, 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 force 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.