Her boyfriend’s favourite game for her was the “beach crawl”. He would take her down the beach, and put the special necklace on her, the one that could detect how high it was above the ground level. Then he would drive several beaches down, and wait for her. If the necklace ever detected it was more than two feet above the ground, it would message his phone, and he would drive off and leave her there without her phone or money or keys.
She would have to crawl to him across all the beaches – the very busy, popular beach with all the families; then the dog beach, where people walked their large canines, so that she felt like one of the dogs rather than one of the people; and the nudist beach, crawling past all the exposed cocks and bare tits and cunts.
The first two times, he let her wear her skimpy swimwear, and when she reached the car he found she was sopping wet, and not just from the waves. He told her she would be allowed to orgasm if she masturbated right here in the car park, outside the car, but otherwise she wouldn’t be allowed to for 24 hours, and both times she blushingly fingered her fuckhole until she came, even with people watching.
After that, he started dropping her off at the start of the beach crawl completely nude, and he would give her challenges – get one dog to lick her on the face, or crawl over the top of a nude sunbather, or ask a stranger to put fresh sunscreen on her tits and pussy…
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