"Ah, finally the beach!"
"Not so fast, Slave. Clean yourself first. We need to reserve water, remember?"
"My pleasure, Sir!"
"Alright, Slave. Enough with that shit. You can swim now."
"All tied up like this, Sir?!"
"Got a problem with that? You do know a slavegirl has to be tied up 24/7. Besides, those breasts of steel of yours will keep you from drowning, right?"
"I know that, Sir, and I don't mean to disobey you, but I'll just float around all tied up like this. Please, just this once, give me a leeway, Sir. It's been years since I last saw the beach. Please, sir, just this once."
"Tsk, fine, on one condition."
"I'm all ears, Sir."
"You'll have until dark to enjoy the beach, and I'm going to untie your feet only. In return, from now on, I will have your ankles shackled at home. 24/7. A day of partial freedom for a lifetime of full bondage. Your call, slave."
"...may I know if you will ever allow me to visit the beach again, Sir?"
"Unless another isolation hits, no."
"Then...I accept your condition, sir."
"Good girl. Here, I'll lend you a float, too, just in case."
"Now, enjoy the sea, Slave! You don't have long to splash, so make the most of it!" (Continued below)