The following story is entirely fictional. It is not based on any real people or events. Any similarity to any real persons is coincidental and unintentional. Additionally, this story includes themes of femdom, chastity, humiliation and cuckolding. If these fetishes aren't enjoyed by you, the reader, I recommend you consider your search elsewhere.
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When I returned with the coffee, she was sitting back up, her robe back on and closed.
As she took the coffee from me, she said, "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. It may be the last time you will be allowed to touch my pussy for a while. At least until this weekend is over and your punishment time has ended."
She sipped her coffee and allowed me to digest her words before continuing. We were at our beach condo for the weekend, and she was in charge.
"I would say it's the last time you'll see it but we both know it will be on full display at the beach later today." She paused momentarily as if in thought. "That is unless I don't allow you to sit with me."
Then as if a light went off. "That's actually not a bad idea. A naked woman sitting alone is probably going to attract the attention of every eligible guy on the beach."
She got up from the bed and headed out of the room. I followed her. As we walked down the hall she continued on.
"Of course, you sitting next to me in your chastity cage will likely accomplish that as well. So, it is a quandary. Refill my coffee and scramble me up some eggs while I think about it."
I refilled her mug and started cooking the eggs. She sipped her coffee silently. I suppose she was mulling over her options. Or maybe she was just letting the suspense build in my head. I was still a little nervous about being exposed on the beach. I did like pushing my limits, we both did but that always came with a bit of apprehension.
Eggs cooked, I made a plate and presented it to her. She started eating and I started cleaning up. I was busy in the sink, washing things when she spoke. With the water running I didn't hear her clearly, so I turned it off and asked her to repeat what she said.
"What I said was," making a point to speak louder, "That I've made some decisions, and the first one is that you will get to make some choices. We're going to make it a game. I will give you some options, your answer to which may cause secondary results which may only become apparent at a later time."
"I understand," I said.
"Mistress," she reminded me.
"I understand, Mistress," I replied.
"No, I don't think you really do," she said with a little laugh, "but you'll find out."
This got me a little nervous. She wanted to play games. Fine by me. I was more than happy to play along even knowing that in the end I would be in a no-win situation because that's how these things usually worked out. My cock grew inside the confines of the cage in my excitement.
"Here's what we're going to do," she started. "I'll give you choices. Whatever you choose will have a secondary result. So, let's start. Pick, red or green."
The room went silent. She was right. I didn't understand. What was red and what was green. They were just colors but obviously connected to something else. When I realized she was waiting for a response I blurted out, "Green."
She said nothing. She just stared at me. I suppose I can be dense sometimes. It finally occurred to me and I corrected myself. "Green, Mistress."
"Very good. See, now because you picked green, there is something you will be required to do," she said. "Had you picked red it would have been something different. See?"
I nodded.
"Good," she said nodding. "Now, I do not intend on forcing you to lay on the beach in just your chastity cage if you are uncomfortable with that, so here are your choices. Do that, lay on the beach in just your cage. I would allow you to cover up when anyone came by. Of course, there's always the chance that someone might still see you. Or you can wear the bathing suit I packed for you."
This wasn't really a hard choice, assuming I didn't really want to expose my chastity. A small part of me wanted to be forced into it because I knew the rush and excitement I would get but the larger part knew I should take this opportunity to remain covered. I had a few bathing suits and none of them would reveal my secret on the beach so long as I stayed out of the water. My only concern would be the looks I would get as being the only person on the nude beach with a swimsuit on.
I'd be looked upon as one of those pervy guys there just to ogle the naked women.
My choice made, I answered, "May I please wear a bathing suit, Mistress."
"Yes, you may," she responded. "I will get it for you while you're shaving."
I looked at her questioningly.
"Green," she said. "Green means you shave. Everything from the neck down. Maybe you should have gone with red," she said giggling.
Shave everything. Oh well, it wouldn't be the first time for that either. Now I waited for the other shoe to drop. There was certain to be a second part determined by the fact that I chose to wear a bathing suit. I wondered what it would be.
"Your next decision," she resumed. "Do we sit together or apart on the beach?"
I didn't need to think hard about this one either. "Together, Mistress."
"Very well," she responded. "Your last choice. You must give up one of your senses. Sight, sound or speech, which shall it be."
I wasn't sure I understood, there was no context. How, when and for how long was she talking about. There was a case for or against all three, depending on circumstances.
"It's a simple question. Don't over think it."
Okay, I knew she had specific things in mind, so would it matter which one I picked or would she find a way to do all three at some point anyway. One thing was certain, she wouldn't wait long for my answer.
So I told her, "Sight, Mistress."
"Alright," she said. "Our plans are set. Go shave and we'll get ready for the beach."
I walked towards the bathroom wondering what I had agreed to but assured in the knowledge that whatever may happen, it would not be anything both of us were not agreeable to. I still had my safe word to use.
I hopped into the shower and removed all traces of hair below my neck, being very careful to check everything twice. I fully expected an inspection.
When I emerged from the bathroom, Beth was waiting on the sofa. She was wearing a fairly transparent wrap through which I could just make out the skimpiest of bikinis underneath. I could see something in her right hand but wasn't sure what it was.
"Come here and let me see what kind of job you did," she said.