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[Optional task: handcuff your wrists behind your back to a tree for half an hour. Try to find an area where other people are very unlikely to come along, but where it’s a possibility. Now enjoy the story.]

Some time later, she woke up. The other two were already awake and dressed. Elizabeth was in a metallic silver bikini that looked gorgeous on her. It was incredibly eye catching. When they heard her, they smiled. Jeremy said, “I’m tempted to keep you tied down to the bed until you make us both cum with your mouth. But we should get an early start this morning.” He released her from the bed, but locked her wrist cuffs together in front. He let her freshen up in the bathroom, then pointed to a plate on the floor. A breakfast sandwich was cut into bites. “There’s your breakfast. Do not use your hands,” he instructed.

Scarlett blushed and got down on all fours. It was an awkward position, given that her hands were cuffed together. She lowered her face towards the plate, her naked butt rising into the air.

SMACK!

Scarlett jerked and looked up at Elizabeth in surprise, who had just spanked her. “Hurry up and have your breakfast, pet,” she said teasingly. “You don’t want to make us late.”

Scarlett did her best to eat. It felt awkward and dirty to have to press her face into the plate of food in order to snag each bite. The feeling of being literally beneath the other two, treated like a lowly animal, was intoxicating. They talked to each other as if she wasn’t there - although occasionally one or the other of them would grope or spank her butt.

She did her best to hurry. Once breakfast was over and they got cleaned up, Elizabeth tied a tan string bikini onto Scarlett. Jeremy removed her soft padded cuffs - only to pull her wrists behind her back and lock them together with steel handcuffs. “Hold your wrists up higher, baby,” he told her as he draped a beach towel over her shoulders. It barely hung down far enough in the back to cover the handcuffs.

In no time at all they were in the car. Scarlett wasn’t surprised to be demoted to the backseat. She was surprised when Elizabeth slid in beside her, pulled the beach towel away and buckled her into place. “We have a little bit of a drive ahead of us,” she said. “I’ll have to come up with some way to pass the time.”

And so she did. Jeremy drove and he and Elizabeth talked. She constantly played with Scarlett’s body. She was rubbing the other girl’s pussy, or pinching her nipples through the bikini top. Scarlett squirmed helplessly and bit her lip. She almost felt like she would cry if she didn’t get to freaking cum! But she wouldn’t dare cum without permission. She was a good girl.

They arrived. Jeremy opened the door, unfastened Scarlett’s seatbelt and helped her out of the car. They were at some sort of scraggly beach, with a mix of sand and rock and trees. Scarlett frowned in confusion. There were much better beaches in the area, including the one they had used yesterday. Why come here? But she was a good girl. She didn’t want to speak out of turn.

Fortunately, Jeremy anticipated her question. “Despite this being a crowded tourist area, almost nobody comes here,” he told her. “There are occasional boaters away from shore, but we have the beach to ourselves.” He smiled evilly at Scarlett, and her thighs trembled, wondering what was going to happen next.

He grabbed her by the hair and led her to a tree near the beach. He removed the handcuffs from one of her wrists, pulled her hands behind the tree, and locked it shut again.

“Now you’re properly secured, baby. We’ll have fun, and all you can do is stand there and look cute. If anyone does see you, it will be from a ways away, and they won’t be able to tell that you’re handcuffed. However, given the color of your bikini, they might think you’re naked!” he chuckled. Then he took Elizabeth’s hand and went to the beach.

They had to pick their way around driftwood and rocks, but Jeremy and Elizabeth did seem to enjoy the beach. They swam. They played in the water. Elizabeth shrieked and giggled. They spent a little while laying on beach towels. Scarlett just had to stand there silently, helplessly. She just had to stay where they put her, waiting to be used. She was set aside, and she loved it.

Eventually they came running back, hand in hand. But they went a few trees past Scarlett, far enough that the trees would barely hide them from any watchers out in the water. Then she heard the moaning. It sounded like Jeremy had pressed Elizabeth up against a tree and was pounding into her. But they were behind Scarlett. She briefly considered trying to circle around the tree, slowly rotating until she was on the side facing the others. But that would leave her handcuffed arms facing any potential observers, and besides - she was a good girl.

So she stayed. Unable to see anything that was happening, but listening intently to every groan, every time flesh slapped against flesh.

She saw a couple jetskis cruising across the water. She wondered if the riders noticed her.

She wondered if they couldn’t make out the flesh-colored bikini and thought she was a naked girl leaning against a tree.

She felt like such a slut.

Once Jeremy finished using Elizabeth, they got back in the car. Scarlett’s hands were again cuffed behind her back. They started driving, and Jeremy said, “Elizabeth has been very kind to spend so much of her vacation with us. But once we get back, she’ll need to go back to her room and pack and head back to her city. So you should do something nice for her before she goes.”

Scarlett smiled at Elizabeth. “How may I serve, Miss Elizabeth?”

“Well… I’ve never had the chance to experience road head. Come on, slut. Do me.”

It took a little work. They had to make some adjustments to Scarlett’s seat belt, and it was hard for her to turn and bend over that far. But Scarlett did her best to double over and press her face between Elizabeth’s legs.

“Unfasten my bikini bottoms, slut,” she ordered.

Scarlett hesitated, then understood what she needed to do. She took one of the side ties of Elizabeth’s bikini bottoms in her teeth, then tugged to open it. She then gripped part of the bottoms in her teeth and tugged them away far enough to access the other girl’s pussy. Then she did her best to pleasure Miss Elizabeth.

“We’re only about five minutes away,” Jeremy noted. “Pick up the pace.”

Not wanting to disappoint them, Scarlett pressed her face in deeper, despite the extremely awkward angle. She furiously ran her tongue over Elizabeth’s clit and then licked the girl’s pussy for all she was worth, striving for the speed and reliability of a machine. It wasn’t long before Elizabeth had a death grip on her head and was screaming, pressing Scarlett’s face into her. She sat still, thighs trembling, and then sank back against the seat cushions, finally letting Scarlett sit up again. “Oh… good job, slut,” she said with a smile.

Before long they were back at the room. They again tossed a towel over Scarlett’s arms to hide her bound arms. Then they went into the room.

Jeremy and Elizabeth held each other tight, kissing deeply. Scarlett stood there silently, twisting her wrists helplessly in the cuffs. Then Elizabeth came over to her and kissed her just as passionately. She wrapped her arms around the other girl and crushed Scarlett to her chest. Scarlett, unable to return the hug, did her best to lean into the other girl and show her passion through the kiss. Elizabeth roughly groped her butt before finally breaking the kiss. They said their goodbyes and Elizabeth left, headed to her own room to pack up.

“Seeing you two making out really got me in the mood,” Jeremy growled. “Suck me off, my pet.” He put his hand on her head and pressed her down onto her knees. She eagerly opened her mouth to service his manhood. Her sore arms were still kept behind her back by the handcuffs.

* * *

The rest of their vacation was quieter. Most of the time, Jeremy didn’t keep her in restraints - just for when they had sex in their room. She was able to enjoy the beach vacation like they were a normal couple. Swimming, souvenir shopping, dining out.

But he always, always kept her in bikinis. It didn’t matter where they were going. He always made her wear a tiny little two-piece. He even once took her into town and spent hours with her walking around a mall, with her in a bikini and high heels! At least that time he let her wear a sheer beach dress. It didn’t really hide anything, but she felt less naked.

It was still really sexy. She thrived on feeling controlled and owned. It really turned her on when Jeremy took control, restricted her and told her what to do. But, as fun as the beach vacation was, part of her was looking forward to going back home and wearing clothes again.

On the final day Jeremy picked out a ludicrously small microbikini for her. Each breast was covered by only a few inches of fabric. The bottoms barely covered her pubic mound. Scarlett blushed furiously. This was much worse than any of the other outfits he made her wear. When she carried bags out to the car, she tried to position them to block the view of her tiny bikini. Jeremy had to remind her to keep bags at her sides and to proudly march between the car and the room as she wore next to nothing.

Once in the car, he brought out the familiar handcuffs. He cuffed her wrists behind her back and then placed sunglasses on her. She then realized she couldn’t see. The lenses were completely opaque. The car got underway and Scarlett did her best to relax, shifting the cuffs behind her. She had no way to know who might be able to see her slutty little outfit through the car window.

Then she felt his hand on her breast, fondling her, pinching her nipple. She bit her lip and resisted the impulse to protest, to ask him to stop. They were in public. People might see them!

Then he fondled her wet, needy pussy through her bikini bottoms and all thoughts of protest left her head.

It was a long ride, and the entire trip was like that. Sometimes she just sat there quietly, enjoying the helplessness. Sometimes he would slap her thigh or pinch her nipple or otherwise tease her. He drove her wild with frustration and arousal the entire way.

Finally they pulled into their own driveway and Jeremy removed the sunglasses. Scarlett blinked in the sunlight. Finally home! Soon she would be inside and would be able to put on real clothes. She just had to run inside as quickly as possible and hope no neighbors would see her.

“Don’t worry about the luggage, babygirl. I’ll carry it all in.”

Scarlett sighed with relief. She wiggled around in the seat to turn her cuffed arms towards him as much as she could. Once he removed the cuffs, she could just run straight inside. She wouldn’t have to slowly carry luggage while everyone looked at her.

Then he left. He got out of the car, opened the trunk and started carrying suitcases into the house. Scarlett sat there nervously, her heart thumping. Now that the car was parked, her just sitting there with her arms behind her back was much more suspicious. And her microbikini was more obvious.

It felt like forever when he took the last of the luggage into the house. Then he returned - with a bucket full of soapy water. He set it down and removed her cuffs. “Wow, our car got a lot of dirt on it this trip. Make sure you give it a good clean before you come inside, my pet.”

Scarlett was mortified, but she was a good girl. She wouldn’t contradict her master. At first she moved slowly, opening the door with the haste of a snail. Then she realized that the longer this chore took, the more people would see her. She practically ran to the bucket and started sponging down the car. Jeremy laughed and went inside.

Scarlett knew better than to do a crappy job out of haste. She cleaned thoroughly so Jeremy would find no cause for complaint, but she worked as quickly as she could. Despite her haste, people saw her. A pair of old women walking down the sidewalk gossiped about her. Some young men whistled out the window of a pickup truck. A neighbor gaped at her until his wife pulled his arm and led him inside. It was so embarrassing! Scarlett had never worn anything so revealing in public before.

Finally she was done. When she went inside, Jeremy hugged her close and gave her a kiss. The kiss was more distracted than usual. He held a phone in one hand. “Hang on, she’s here now, let me put her on.” He handed the phone to her.

“Hello?”

A woman’s voice responded, “Scarlett, right? Your boyfriend sent me your photo resume. I’m the manager of ‘Beach, Please.’ You know it?”

“That’s the beach-themed restaurant, right?”

“Oh, honey. It’s more than a simple theme. The ceiling is sky blue and it’s very brightly lit. There’s a little wave pool on one side, and even an area with beach chairs and a sand floor. Every aspect of ‘Beach, Please’ is meant to make you feel like you’re on a beach vacation, even in the middle of winter! People love it. But you need to understand, this is a waitressing job that would require you to wear a bikini for work. All day, every day. Can you handle walking around in public wearing so little?”

Scarlett looked down at her barely-there microbikini and felt a wave of pride temporarily push aside the embarrassment. “Yes. Yes, I can definitely handle that.”

“Great! Come in at 11 tomorrow for your interview.” the manager hung up.

Scarlett looked up at Jeremy and pouted. “Master! Are you making me work a super-slutty job where I have to show my body off every day in tiny outfits for your perverted amusement?”

He slapped her on the butt and laughed. “Yes, my pet. Yes I am. Now go take a shower and then we can relax. I’m proud of you.”

After her shower, Scarlett walked to her closet, smiling. The bikinis were fun. And she actually enjoyed the idea of having to wear slutty little bikinis for her new job. It was going to be naughty and fun to walk around in public like that. But after being allowed to wear nothing but bikinis, she was looking forward to everything that had been waiting for her in her closet. Comfy yoga pants. Flirty little sundresses. Daring miniskirts. Tight little short shorts…

Scarlett opened the closet. It was… surprisingly bare. The shelves and racks were mostly empty. About the only thing left were bikinis. There must have been two dozen bikinis in various colors and styles. But all were skimpy. And none were ones she recognized.

She hadn’t even noticed Jeremy coming up behind her. He wrapped his hands around her and kissed her neck. “I have your prudish clothes safely locked away,” he told her. “You’re going to be my beautiful bikini babe… all day, every day.”