Back to your room

Because it is almost night, you decide to head back to your room. You aren't quite used to being naked around so many people yet, so you are still embarrassed to be seen. Eventually, you get back to your hotel and upstairs to room 317. You take a shower, finally ridding your body of your own dried semen. This was a humiliating experience for so many women to laugh at your predicament. You want to be mad at Callie, but she was so pretty, and she did let you cum, after all. After you've dried off, you decide to get some rest.

The next morning, you wake up and decide to head back to the beach. As you walk back down the same path, a woman spanks your bare ass as she passes you. You turn your head to look at her in shock.

"What are you looking at?" she demands. The woman is a few inches shorter than you, athletic, with nice breasts and a tight ass. She is wearing a white swimsuit that contrasts her dark skin. You stammer as she looks up and down, her eyes lingering on your caged cock.

"I know just what to do with you," the woman says. "Come with me." She tugs on your chastity case. Disappointed that you didn't even make it to the beach, you follow the woman.

"Excuse me miss, what should I call you?" you work up the courage to ask.

"I'm Sasha," she tells you. "But you will address me as Miss Sasha. Who are you?"

"John," you answer her. Sasha leads you back down the path and to the shopping center. Because this privilege is only available to the female guests, she has to approve you as a guest with Face-ID at the gate, the same way Callie did at the women's hotel. You blush as you see more and more women, most of them fully dressed this time. There are not a lot of men around, so you are getting quite a bit of attention. A few women make comments on your size, while most just giggle and glance down at your cage. You wish that your flaccid size was a bit bigger, as the 2.5 inch cage isn't doing you any favors. Sasha stops, and turns to look at you.

"We are going to get you a swimsuit," Sasha says. Your heart skips a beat. Does this mean I get to be somewhat clothed? You think to yourself. Sasha browses the racks, making sure you don't leave. All you see are bikinis. Sasha selects a nice pink one and heads to the checkout. She charges it to her room, and then walks back over to you. You slowly realize what this means.

"Put it on," Sasha orders.

"Y-yes, Miss Sasha," you stammer as she hands you the bikini. You put the top on, and Sasha ties it for you. It fits surprisingly well, although the area where breasts would be is a bit loose. You slip the bottoms on too. Sasha ties them and adjusts it so that they cover your cage.

"You look great, like a proper sissy," Sasha says with a wink. "Let's go to the beach and show you off!" Women begin to notice you, and stare. Your cheeks burn red from the embarrassment of wearing a bikini in public. Eventually, you and Sasha arrive at the beach. You can see a small crowd start to gather around someone, and Sasha takes you over there. in the center, there is a man with a chastity cage that is at least 7 inches long. Women are in awe of his flaccid size, pointing it out to the men they are with that he is bigger soft than they are hard.

"John, I have a great idea," Sasha says, with a grin on her face. "I think that since you are dressed like a girl, you should act like one. How about you let Big Dick over here treat you like a lady?"

"No, Miss Sasha, please..." you begin to beg.

"Alright. How about this?" Sasha begins, "Either you take the real thing, or I'll get my strap-on? Either way, your ass is mine."