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[Optional task: go see a movie. Sit in the back. When it’s dark, cuff or tie your wrists behind your back. You may have a running vibrator inside you while you do this. Now enjoy the story.]

“Come on, Elizabeth, let’s get cleaned up,” Jeremy instructed. They led Scarlett directly to the bathroom. Jeremy took out the handcuffs again and cuffed Scarlett’s hands together. He guided her to the corner of the bathroom, positioned her forearms parallel to the floor, and put some towels in her arms. “Do not move,”he ordered.

Scarlett did her best imitation of a statue, holding perfectly still. She would not let him down. She was his object, to position and use as he pleased. Her bikini bottoms were wet, and not just from the ocean.

“One more thing,” Elizabeth said. She pulled off her bikini bottoms and pressed them into Scarlett’s mouth. Despite her embarrassment, she opened her mouth without hesitation. “Ha! You look ridiculous like that, slut! You were right, Jeremy, she really will do anything I want, no matter how perverted!”

Scarlett blushed. She wanted to rub her thighs together, but made sure to stay perfectly still, like a good doll. She didn’t even dare move her eyes, just staring straight ahead at the wall of the bathroom.

“I know, right?” Jeremy said. “She’s the most depraved slut I’ve ever met! She’s a real whore. So desperate for attention. It’s so much fun to humiliate her and remind her of what a pathetic little slut she is.”

In no time at all they were naked and in the shower. The shower door was clear glass, so Scarlett had an excellent view as Jeremy took Elizabeth hard in the spray of the warm water. He grabbed Elizabeth’s wrists with one hand and kept them over her head, pressing her against the wall of the shower. She gasped with each thrust he made inside her. That was Jeremy. Her boyfriend. Her master. Screwing another girl, right in front of her! Acting as if she wasn’t even there. As if she were just part of the furniture.

God, she wanted to cum so badly. She didn’t care if she had to hump Jeremy’s leg while they laughed at her. Or maybe she would have to shove her wet cunt down on the toes of a pair of high heels while Elizabeth wore them. She would do it if they would let her cum!

Honestly, she knew she would do it even if they didn’t let her cum. She really was a perverted slut. She just was shy about admitting it out loud.

Jeremy reamed Elizabeth in the way Scarlett longed to be used. But the fact that she was denied - and having to watch it - really triggered her submissive nature and made her tremble with arousal. It really made her feel like their inferior slut toy, and wow, that was sexy.

After they had sex, they cleaned each other up, running their bodies over each other with soap and tender touches. Scarlett loved seeing how affectionate they were with each other - it really reinforced how far beneath them she was.

Eventually, Jeremy stepped out of the shower. “Dry me, toy,” he ordered.

Scarlett didn’t respond verbally, Elizabeth’s bikini bottoms still in her mouth. Now that she was allowed to move, she did her best to rub him down with one towel without dropping the other. The handcuffs made it much more difficult. She knew it entertained him to watch her struggle to do tasks in restraints, but still, she wanted to hurry, not wanting him to get either cold or impatient. She did make sure to linger on his manhood, giving it extra attention in the hope of getting him to full mast.

“God, will you look at this horny little cock gobbler, Elizabeth?” Jeremy said, grabbing Scarlett’s hair. “Dirty little whores like her are always so eager to touch a cock! Not now, my little toy. That isn’t for you… not yet, anyway. Now dry Elizabeth.”

Scarlett nodded and held out a towel in Elizabeth’s direction, waiting.

Elizabeth giggled and stepped out of the shower. “Bring it on, hon!” She lifted her arms and wiggled her hips as Scarlett tried to rub her down, the handcuffs slowing her. Jeremy watched intently, clearly enjoying the show.

“That’s enough, hon. Mmm I want to make use of your pretty little mouth… but we don’t want to be late.” She patted Scarlett on the head. “You’d better go shower.”

Scarlett looked from Elizabeth to Jeremy and back again. Finally she held up her cuffed wrists to Jeremy. “Master, would you mind releasing me so I can shower?”

He just smirked at her. “Why would I need to do that? You can manage, pet. Now get to it, don’t make us late for the movie.”

Scarlett stared at him in surprise, then meekly said “Yes, Master.” She started fumbling at her bikini when Elizabeth yanked her bikini bottoms down to her ankles, startling her. The other woman quickly untied her top, then gave her a slap on the butt.

Blushing, Scarlett got into the shower. Showering in cuffs proved to be a little awkward, but not as difficult as she expected. The tug of the restraints just served as a constant reminder that she was their little toy today. She hurried to get herself cleaned up. She could hear them getting dressed and getting ready in the bathroom.

After that quick shower, Scarlett turned off the water and grabbed a towel. She hadn’t considered it, but this was actually the hardest part. She couldn’t figure out how to effectively dry her back.

“Let me get that for you, babygirl,” Jeremy said. He grabbed the chain between her cuffs and pulled her hands high over her head. With the other hand, he took the towel and briskly rubbed down her back and butt. She squirmed in his grasp, feeling small and helpless. Then he led her by her cuffs out into the other room.

Jeremy was in clean shorts and a t-shirt. Elizabeth was in something oddly revealing and elegant. Perhaps it was a swimsuit, but it would almost be a dress. Sheer black fabric flowed out from a black bikini, giving her a sort of skirt with a slit up one side. More sheer fabric stretched out over her arms and part of her chest. She looked ready for the beach or a club, and the sight of her took Scarlett’s breath away.

Jeremy gestured towards the bed. “Elizabeth picked out your outfit for tonight.” Scarlett looked. It seemed like a fairly simple white string bikini. Far less elegant than what Elizabeth was wearing, even if they both might be considered beachwear.

They didn’t let her dress herself. Jeremy pulled up on Scarlett’s cuffs, keeping her on tiptoe. Elizabeth tied on the top and then the bottom. They didn’t ask her. They just dressed her like she was their little dress-up doll to play with. She kept quiet, feeling so submissive and controlled.

Both Elizabeth and Scarlett wore high-heeled sandals again. Then they were ready to head out.

‘Wait!” Scarlett interjected. “I’m sorry, Master - but I can’t walk around in public like this, right? People will see the cuffs!”

“You’re absolutely right, pumpkin. We’ll have to take those off. I hope you enjoy your freedom.” He unlocked the handcuffs and handed them to Elizabeth, who put them into her purse. Then they left the room.

Scarlett was relieved to have freedom of movement again. She loved, absolutely loved being in bondage, but this had been an overwhelming day, and she had spent a lot of it in restraints. It was nice to just walk around outside with her wonderful owner and this gorgeous woman.

Too bad they didn’t give her time to style her hair or put on makeup. And she was still wearing something very skimpy - much more revealing than what they were wearing. She felt like she was standing out too much. And what were people supposed to think? Here she was, a plain, nearly naked girl, standing next to a beautiful goddess of a woman, her makeup done to perfection, her outfit stunning. She looked absolutely second rate by comparison.

Elizabeth deserved Jeremy more than she did. The way they interacted with each other was electric. She loved this feeling of being “less than.” She desperately wanted to please them. Both of them.

There was a little movie theater on the boardwalk. When Jeremy opened the door and waved them in, Scarlett wanted to protest. The idea of walking into a movie theater wearing practically nothing was appalling. It was wildly inappropriate and embarrassing!

But she was a good girl. She meekly walked in with them.

They got three tickets and a bucket of popcorn. Jeremy and Elizabeth had discussed the choice of movie - without asking her. They acted almost like she wasn’t there. They ended up settling on some superhero movie. And now they were walking into one of the theaters. Jeremy guided them to the back, far behind the few other customers in the theater.

Scarlett was surprised and thrilled when they had her sit right between them. She thought they might make her sit to one side or the other. Perhaps many seats away, forced to look on their intimacy from a distance. She loved being right between them, surrounded by these special people.

Finally the lights dimmed. Scarlett sat and impatiently watched the movie trailers, then realized something odd. She looked down at herself and stifled a gasp.

They had put her in a glow in the dark bikini! Her skimpy little outfit was glowing fluorescent green in the dim movie theater. It was extremely obvious, and anyone who glanced her way would know exactly what she was wearing. They’d know exactly how little she was wearing, even in the dark movie theater. This was so embarrassing!

Finally, the movie trailers were over and the actual movie began.

Elizabeth’s soft, delicate hand pressed itself over Scarlett’s mouth. Her other hand gripped Scarlett’s hair tightly, bending her forward. Jeremy grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back. The handcuffs softly clicked on her wrists again and Scarlett’s heart pounded.

Once again she was in a bikini and handcuffs in a public place! This was so embarrassing!

This was so hot.

At least this time nobody was actively looking at her. The movie theater was dim and all the strangers were at least several rows ahead. She never would have done this on her own, but now that they had made the choice for her… this actually seemed pretty fun. She thought she could enjoy this. She moaned softly into Elizabeth’s hand and inhaled the pretty girl’s scent.

There was something particularly soothing about being restrained and handgagged. Scarlett could feel herself relaxing. She could be like this forever.

But finally Elizabeth took her hand away and Jeremy fed her a little popcorn by hand. She thanked him quietly and rubbed her cheek against his shoulder, feeling affectionate.

She sat and watched the movie for a bit, trying to follow the plot. She was just starting to like the characters when she felt something.

Jeremy was fondling her breast. She blushed, grinning.

Then Elizabeth rubbed her through her bikini bottoms. Scarlett glanced down and blushed harder. Bad enough that her boyfriend and his fling were fondling her in a public place. The glow in the dark bikini made it even more obvious! Their hands made suspicious shapes against the glowing fabric.

She wanted to tell them to stop. And she wanted them to never stop.

Scarlett bit her lip and did her best to keep silent as they kept groping her. The entire movie was like that. Almost always at least one hand would be on her, touching her, fondling her. Once, Jeremy pulled her hair and kissed her hard to keep her quiet as Elizabeth rubbed her pussy with fierce expertise, almost, almost making her cum right there in public!

They didn’t let her cum.

Towards the end of the movie, Jeremy unlocked the cuffs and Elizabeth put them back in her purse. They put their arms around her and stroked her hair and whispered in her ear that she was such a good girl.

She loved it. She wanted the praise and attention to never end.

Finally the movie was over. They walked back to the room, hand in hand in hand. But Scarlett wasn’t there long.