Mistress Ann, a tall, statuesque woman dressed in a tight black latex catsuit, stood before her two eager submissives. One was a man referred to as the "shit monkey," wearing only a red loincloth and a dog collar with a leash attached. The other was a woman referred to as the "bee," wearing a gold bikini and a golden hood with attached gloves and boots.
"Today, my dearlings," Mistress Ann purred, running one long, manicured fingernail over the shit monkey's chest, "I am in the mood to play with both of you."
She snapped her fingers, and the shit monkey immediately dropped to all fours. Mistress Ann giggled as she stepped onto a low stool, positioning her lips just above the man's exposed asshole. "First," she murmured, leaning forward and blowing into his hole, "it's time for this little shit monkey to get nice and clean."
The shit monkey shuddered under her touch. Behind him, the bee squirmed with anticipation, eagerly watching as Mistress Ann took her time teasing and preparing him. With each gentle caress of her tongue against his asshole, he whimpered in pleasure—it felt outrageously good to be taken care of in this way.
As Mistress Ann finally moved away from him, the shit monkey found himself trembling with anticipation. He knew what was coming next, and he couldn't wait to feel it. He watched in awe as Mistress Ann stepped down from her stool and approached the bee, her eyes glinting with mischief.
"Now then, my little bee," she purred, running one long fingernail down the woman's side, "it's time for some sugar." She slipped off her black latex gloves, revealing sharp razor-sharp blades hidden inside. The bee's eyes widened in fear and excitement as Mistress Ann grabbed her breast and squeezed it hard before giving it a vicious pinch with the blade. A thin line of blood trickled down her golden skin.
"Are you ready for your treat?" Mistress Ann asked, her voice low and seductive. The bee nodded shakily, unable to speak past the lump forming in her throat. With that, Mistress Ann pulled the golden bikini top off her trembling submissive and discarded it on the floor. She spread the woman's legs wide, revealing her shaved pussy. The shit monkey watched hungrily as his mistress positioned the blade at the woman's entrance and then made the first cut—deep and slow.
"Ahhh!" cried the bee, arching her back as a wave of pleasure washed over her. It felt incredible to be marked in this way, to be claimed by Mistress Ann. As she continued to cut into her skin, leaving a trail of gold behind, the bee felt herself drowning in a sea of desire. She moaned loudly, begging for more.
Mistress Ann hungrily watched as her submissive's pleasure reached new heights. She knew just how to push her buttons, how to make her crave more and more. And she loved every second of it. With one final stroke, the last piece of golden skin fell away, revealing the bee's perfectly marked pussy.
"That," Mistress Ann purred, stepping back to admire her work, "is one tasty treat." She winked at the shit monkey, who could barely contain himself at this point.
"Now," she continued, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, "it's your turn, little monkey."
The shit monkey's heart was racing as he climbed onto the stool, positioning himself just like he had before. He couldn't wait to feel Mistress Ann's tongue on his asshole again—and this time, he knew there would be something extra special waiting for him.
Mistress Ann moved closer, her breath hot against his skin. Her hand gently traced the lines of the tattoo on his chest before reaching down to stroke his asshole. As she began to lick and tease him, the shit monkey let out a low groan, his whole body shuddering with pleasure.
And then, just as he was about to climax, Mistress Ann pulled away and slapped a gold sticker emblazoned with the word 'HONEY' onto his asshole. The sticky material made his hole tingle and throb, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body.
"There you go, my little monkey," Mistress Ann purred, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "Now you're ready for your honey."
She led the shit monkey over to a large vat filled with amber-colored liquid, and instructed him to bend over the edge. As he did, she poured the thick, sweet honey directly into his asshole. It felt hot and gooey inside him, causing a deep, primal ache to spread through his entire body.
"Drink up, little monkey," she commanded, and with a moan of delight, he began to slurp up the sweet nectar. It tasted incredible, even better than he could have imagined. As he continued to drink, Mistress Ann moved behind him, her latex-clad body pressing against his back. She reached around and slid two fingers into his gaping asshole, filling him up completely.
"That's right, my little shit monkey," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "You're mine now. And I'm going to make sure you know it."
Under the skilled hand of Mistress Ann, the shit monkey and the bee were transformed into her playthings, her toys to be used and abused at her whim. And they loved every second of it.
