Heads or tails?

Heads

“It’s heads, and I have a little game for you to play, slut.” Al’s words bounce around in my head and my pussy get wetter and wetter. “I’m gonna put some activities for you in a hat, and whatever you draw, you have to beg me to do. If you fail to convince me, I’ll lock you in chastity and break the key.” I panic at the prospect of not being able to fuck anyone, especially Al. I need, NEED, his cock, if not now then at least for my entire future. He takes out small notecards and writes his actions on them, and drops them in a dirty truckers hat. After a while, he holds the hat out to me and asks me to pick one out.