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[Optional task: wear a bikini to a public place, such as a mall or restaurant. You may wear a sheer beach cover-up over it. Now enjoy the story.]

“I’ve selected your outfit for the day, my little toy,” Jeremy said. “I think the red bikini will look really good on you. And I like how it uses metal rings to connect different sections of fabric, instead of straps. I think that’s cute.”

“Isn’t it kind of… small?” Scarlett asked. “It’s so slutty!”

Jeremy laughed and gave her a swat on her naked rear, eliciting a squeal. “You know I love showing off my slutty little toy! Just as I know how much you love being embarrassed. I know that the more you blush, the wetter your panties get.”

“Masterrr!” she protested. “It’s so embarrassing when you say things like that!”

“Yes, that’s the point. Now get dressed, my pet.”

“Yes, Master. But the shoes - aren’t sandals with six-inch heels a little impractical for the beach?”

“They’ll be fine for walking around the boardwalk. Now get dressed, or I’ll decide to use you again and we’ll never get out to the beach.” He spanked her again and she bit back a moan.

“Yes, Master!”

Soon after they were walking outside. Scarlett wasn’t used to wearing such a skimpy little bikini. Before she met Jeremy and became his submissive, she tended to wear one-piece swimsuits and modest outfits in general. But he quickly exercised control over her wardrobe, and many other aspects of her life - especially when he learned just how much it turned her on to be forced to wear outfits more daring than she ever would wear on her own.

At least she wasn’t the only girl in a bikini here. There were all kinds of people here. She could see the beach, with people playing in the surf or laying in the sun. Closer by, people did some shopping. And some girls had outfits almost as revealing as hers - although none paired it with quite such high heels.

“Wrists behind your back, slut,” Jeremy reminded her.

Scarlett quickly crossed her wrists behind her back. “Yes, Master,” she whispered. Her owner liked it when she adopted submissive postures in public places, especially when people didn’t realize there was anything naughty behind how she was holding herself.

Jeremy purchased an ice cream cone while Scarlett waited, silent and obedient. He liked to restrict her speech as well. At least that was easy. Shy by nature, having permission to be quiet and let her boyfriend take charge was soothing. Much easier than when he made her say embarrassing things out loud.

“Come along, kitten.” She followed obediently, keenly aware of the looks she was getting from men on the street, and some women. This bikini really was much smaller than what she was used to. She was half tempted to try to cover herself with her arms. But that likely would have just drawn more attention. And in any case, she was keeping her wrists crossed behind her back like a good girl.

Jeremy led her to a bench and had her sit down on one end. The nearby bushes were overgrown. Some of the foliage was pressing against her naked thigh.

“Keep your wrists behind your back,” he instructed. He slowly took a taste of the ice cream, watching her. “Want a taste?”

Scarlett leaned forward, mouth open, but he just pulled it away. “Uh-uh-uh, my little pet. Would you like a taste?”

She looked around furtively, to make sure nobody was close enough to hear. “Yes, Master. I would like some ice cream, please.” He insisted she address him respectfully, even in public - as long as nobody not in the know could hear them. She was always concerned someone would overhear her speaking like a slave girl. That would be so embarrassing. Even more so now that she was practically naked in this tiny little bikini!

“That’s better.” He held the cone close enough for her to have a lick. Then he brushed it lightly against her cheek. “Oh, clumsy me. I better clean that up.” He licked the ice cream off her cheek.

Scarlett squirmed on the bench. She had to remind herself not to move her hands. “Master! People can see!”

He touched the ice cream cone to her neck. “Oh, I am just so clumsy today!” he licked at the spot, making her utter a ticklish squeal, and then sucked on the side of her neck firmly.

“Master, please! This is so embarrassing!”

“Mmm… it turns me on when you’re embarrassed. Good girl. Now you may use your hands. Here, hold this.”

Scarlett pulled her hands out from behind her back and held the cone, feeling a little confused. Then his lips were on hers. He kissed her deeply, commandingly, his tongue invading her mouth. She tried hard not to let the ice cream cone fall. It was so embarrassing to have such a public display of affection! What would people think of her - a nearly naked girl in six inch heels, kissing like this in broad daylight?

She heard a soft click, and then he pulled away. “Master? What did you do?”

He chuckled and tapped the side of her waist. “Just making sure my little pet doesn’t wander off.”

Scarlett looked and gasped. He had used handcuffs on her! One end was fastened to the end of the bench. The other was locked around the waistband of her bikini bottoms, matching the metal rings connecting the front and back. “Master! People will see!”

“People will see what?” He cupped her chin in his hand, making her look up at him. “They’ll see that you’re a hot little bikini babe? They’ll see that you’re nearly naked, on public display in full daylight? They’ll see that you’re a helpless little toy waiting to be played with?” He waited a moment. “Answer me, girl.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, Master!”

“And how does that make you feel, my little slut?”

“I feel embarrassed, Master. I feel so small and vulnerable.”

“And?”

“And…” she squeezed her thighs together and considered denying it. But she knew better. Her owner insisted she always be honest. “And horny, Master.”

“Good girl!” he patted her on the head, making her blush even harder. He knew how it affected her when he treated her that way in public.

“But Master, seriously, people will see!”

“Eh, no they won’t. That bush will hide it, as long as you stick close to this end of the bench, especially if you keep your arm at your side to cover it. Nobody will notice. Now eat your ice cream, it’s dripping everywhere.”

She obediently sucked and licked at the melting ice cream as he went on.

“You have a choice, my pet. Only the bikini is locked to the bench. Not you. And only the bottoms. You could simply slip out of it. Our room is right over there - it would take you less than a minute to get inside. And then you can wear whatever you want for the rest of the day. But… you would have to go in just your bikini top and high heels, exposed for the world to see, and lots of people would see you.” She whimpered. He gave her thigh a squeeze. “Or you can wait here until I… remember you and come free you. Well, I say ‘free’ but you can expect more bondage today. You are just a captive toy, after all.

“You don’t have to make your decision just yet. You have plenty of time! Sit there as long as you like and think about it.” He kissed her on the forehead. “God, and to think this sort of treatment turns you on! You are such a shameless slut for getting so horny by being controlled and humiliated like this - ha! I love that cute little blush of yours. You must be soooo embarrassed right now.”

He stood up. “Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll always be close by. You just remember to be a good girl and wait quietly for your Master.”

“May I have my phone, Master? If I have to wait here for so long.”

“No. It will be safe with me. Just enjoy the sights. Fantasize about the girls you see. And flirt with them if you get the opportunity. Other than that, just wait quietly. You’re just a toy that’s been put away, waiting to be played with.” Scarlett shivered and Jeremy laughed. “Have fun, kitten.”

He walked away and she considered shouting out after him. Begging, saying that she would do anything - just don’t leave her in this embarrassing position. Did he have to do it when she was wearing so little? Why not when she was fully clothed? Bad enough to be in bondage in public or to be practically naked, but both at the same time?

She finished off the ice cream cone and engaged in people watching. There were several girls coming out of a clothing store across the street, wearing big hats and light little sundresses. She envied them and wished she had a lot more clothing on. Or that she could go shopping. That would be a nice way to spend the time. Although clothes shopping was complicated for her. She secretly liked it when her owner made her wear revealing outfits, but she wouldn’t pick them out for herself. At least, she usually wouldn’t. Any time she did point out a daring outfit and suggest it, or try it on, Jeremy would shower her in praise and affection. But it was still so hard - it was so embarrassing to pick something like that for herself! It felt so naughty. It was much easier if he ordered her to wear something skimpy. Then she could tell herself it was his fault, and that she was a good, modest girl. Not a naughty little exhibitionist slut at all.

Jeremy was playing volleyball with a girl Scarlett didn’t know. She was gorgeous. Her breasts bounced in a very distracting way every time she jumped. Her black bikini hugged her skin tightly and seemed almost as shiny as latex. She was also a redhead, and her hair hung long and loose. Jeremy loved long hair. He liked to pull it during sex, to grab it to lead a girl around, or even to use it as an impromptu gag.

Scarlett squeezed her thighs again. Too bad she was so exposed and visible. She wouldn’t mind touching herself while watching that gorgeous girl jump and play. She bit her lip and squirmed on the bench. She imagined that girl pressing Scarlett’s face into her ample breasts, covering her face with warm soft tit flesh. That would be so embarrassing! Scarlett suddenly realized her traitorous hand had slid up to nearly cup her breast. She quickly crossed her wrists behind her back, blushing. Naughty, naughty hand!

Soon after, the volleyball game finished - and the girl in the black bikini started walking Scarlett’s way! Despite the ice cream from a few minutes ago, Scarlett’s mouth suddenly felt dry. She tried to look casual - as casual as she could, feeling naked and exposed, still cuffed to the side of the bench and unable to move away. She nearly moved her hands out from behind her back, but managed to resist the impulse. Her owner would be disappointed if she did that just for a little thing like feeling shy.

“Hi!” the beautiful girl said. “What’s your name?”

“Uh - Scarlett,” she answered, almost tripping over her own tongue with nervousness.

“I’m Elizabeth.” Scarlett mentally kicked herself. She hadn’t even thought to ask the girl her own name. Or do anything to try to keep the conversation going. God, she was so socially awkward! “May I join you?”

“Uh, please,” Scarlett said, nodding to the bench. Inwardly she was screaming no, no, no. This girl might notice the handcuffs! And if she did, Scarlett thought she would die of embarrassment. Now she did move her hands. She kept her right arm over her right leg, conveniently covering the handcuffs.

“Jeremy said you two came to the beach together. What can you tell me about him?”

God, she has such pretty green eyes, Scarlett thought. Oh right, Jeremy had taught her to flirt with every pretty girl she saw. “You have really pretty eyes,” she said. She mentally kicked herself again. Not the right time! Why was she so awkward? “Uh, I mean, Jeremy, right.”

Elizabeth giggled. “Thanks, hon. And yes, go on.”

“Well, he’s smart and nice and is a lot of fun to be around!” Any time she helped find a girl for Jeremy, he was very, very happy with her. And he also knew about her cuckquean fetish. Heck, for all she knew, this could be a kinky friend of his he had known for ages, and he staged this meeting between the two girls. Or maybe she was a complete stranger, and completely vanilla.

“I mean, is he with anyone?”

“Oh, we’re in an open relationship,” Scarlett said. She tried to sound casual, but couldn’t help the fierce blush. “A v-very open relationship.” Darn it! She wanted to sound cool and confident as she said that, not like a nervous schoolgirl! Unable to meet the other girl’s eyes, she found herself staring at those large, bouncy breasts again.

“Is that so, Scarlett?” Elizabeth leaned in close, her lips just inches away. “I’m glad you think my eyes are pretty, hon. And they’re up here, by the way.”

Scarlett wanted to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment. If she wasn’t cuffed to the bench, she would be tempted to run away. “I wasn’t - I mean, I’m sorry! I don’t mean to be disrespectful, I just-”

“Shh. You’re fine!” Elizabeth said. “I’m just teasing you. I think your eyes are pretty too.” She reached out with a fingertip and idly toyed with a lock of Scarlett’s hair.

Scarlett swallowed hard, her heart pounding.

“So, Scarlett… I was thinking you and me and Jeremy could all get to know each other a little better! Maybe go swimming, get some lunch, something like that?”

“Oh, uh… that sounds nice, but… I really wanted to sit on this bench for a bit. Try to see the s-sights. You know, relax. T-tired!” Scarlett stammered. Man, this gorgeous goddess must think she sounded like an idiot. What was she supposed to say? Oh, that sounds like fun, but if you look closer you’ll see I’m a perverted nearly naked slut handcuffed to a bench in broad daylight, so I can’t leave?

“You’re sure you don’t mind me spending some one on one time with your boyfriend, Scarlett?”

“N-no, not at all, Elizabeth. He’s really great company, I’m sure you two will get along great!”

“If you’re sure, Scarlett. Too bad. I would love to get to know you better too. A lot better.”

Scarlett’s eyes were focused suddenly on Elizabeth’s luscious lips. Just inches away. So close. Too close. She might die of embarrassment if another girl were to kiss her in public! While she was in a really skimpy bikini! And handcuffs!

Elizabeth pulled back. She did a frisky little shoulder jiggle, drawing Scarlett’s gaze to her bouncing boobs. She winked at Scarlett and then walked off to rejoin Jeremy.

Scarlett rubbed her thighs together. She almost started touching herself, then clenched her hands on her thighs and bit her lip. She forced herself to put her wrists behind her back again. She shouldn’t be this horny in public! That was such a dirty thing to do! She really wanted to be a good girl. She couldn’t help it if her body betrayed her by getting turned on by perverted things.

She saw Jeremy and Elizabeth having lunch at an outdoor table under an umbrella. She watched some other girls making a sandcastle. She wondered how it would feel to be buried up to her neck in sand, completely helpless and unable to escape. To have those pretty, bikini-clad girls belittling her, telling her what a dirty slut she was. Or maybe they’d ignore her. Just leave her helpless and trapped while they enjoyed each other’s company. Maybe if she displeased them, they would put a bucket over her head so she couldn’t even see their beauty and would struggle to hear them talking to each other about how pathetic she was.

She really hoped her juices weren’t making a stain on the front of her too-small bikini bottoms. She tried crossing her legs. Hopefully that would look casual. Ooh, that felt nice. She tried uncrossing and crossing her legs again, squeezing her thighs against each other.

Then a middle aged couple walked down the sidewalk nearby and she froze with embarrassment. God, she couldn’t be trying to stimulate herself in broad daylight like this! She struggled to maintain her composure and hold still. That’s it. Just one more girl in a bikini, relaxing near the beach, just watching. Nothing to see here. Nothing unusual at all, nope.

She saw a girl in a bikini with a butterfly pattern on each cup fetch cold drinks for her friends. What would that feel like? Maybe some mean girls would make her their beach bitch for the day. She would have to do their bidding. Fetch their drinks and food, but they might not give her permission to have any. She would have to massage suntan oil into their skin, covering every inch of those beautiful, tanned angels…

Oh, why did she have to be so horny?