Emma wrote: Monkey business by Emma
Monkey Business Part One
Before I start, here’s a little background information that will put into context what happened at our local pub a few nights ago, when I was enjoying a boozy night out with my close friend Ali.
I’ve got four tattoos, they’re only small I know, but each in their own way is special to me. None of them are visible when I’m fully dressed, so anyone who’s seen all four of them is a very special friend! My friend Ali is older than me, and despite having a number of piercing has not got a single tattoo. She admires mine and has always said she’d love to have one herself but has always bottled it at the last minute. The idea of sitting in a chair while someone worked on her with a needle for a considerable time always put her off the idea. I knew she’d really love one if only she’d bite the bullet and take the first step by having a tiny one done somewhere on her body where the pain would be minimal, and I’d been slowly wearing down her reservations.
Anyway, back to the pub. We’d been drinking in there all evening with a large group of friends and casual acquaintances, closing time had been and gone and the group had thinned down to about ten. The landlord had locked the doors, closed the curtains and was happy for us, his best customers and friends, to carry on drinking and having a laugh. In all honesty, I’ve no idea how the subject came up, but we ended up talking about piercings and tattoos. Ali kindly volunteered the information that I had four tattoos, which obviously peaked their interest as none of them were visible. Of course they wanted to see them, and since showing them would involve taking off just about all my clothes I was a tad reluctant, though in my rather inebriated state the idea of stripping did cause a certain warmth between my legs! The drink was still flowing and just about everyone was insistent that I showed at least one of my tatts, and eventually I succumbed to the pressure. I stood up in the bar and asked Ali to unzip the back of my little black dress before allowing her to open the back to reveal the small tatt on my right shoulder blade. That should have been the end of it, but as you can imagine, one wasn’t enough.. They wanted to see them all! Ali was supposed to be my best fried, but she was worst, egging me on, telling me not to be shy, saying it was no big deal… No big deal for her maybe, but I’d be the one stripping in the bar!
‘So it’s no big deal for me to strip off and show my tatts, but you won’t even go to the tatt parlour and have just a tiny one done because you’re too scared of the needle’
‘I’m not scared’ she replied
‘Well how come you’ve never had one done?’
‘I just couldn’t decided what to have and where to have it’
‘So you’d have one done then?’
‘Yeah, anytime… if and when I decide what I want’
‘I tell you what’ I said
‘I’ll show all my tatts if you agree to come to go get a tatt done tomorrow’
‘No problem, just so long as I can manage to decide what I want’
‘Ali… If I strip and show all my tatts I DARE you to let the guys here decide what tattoo and where you have it tomorrow… Hell, they can even come and watch!’
Ali went white. She knew I had her. She’d never back out of a dare, and she really was going to have to let all the guys there decide her body art for her! Trapped and squirming she played her last card.
‘Go on then Ems, time to put up or shut up! Strip and show if you want to see me inked!’
Ali was gambling I wouldn’t strip naked in the pub to show all my tatts.
Some of the others in the pub who’d been listening avidly to our exchanged saw the opportunity..
‘Yeah, Ems shows us hers and we’ll decide on yours…’
Emma… Emma…. Emma… Strip… Strip…. Strip….
The whole pub was chanting… Could I refuse? Did I want to refuse? My head screamed No!, My pussy screamed YES! My nipples were hard, my slit moist and hot and it was all I could do to stop myself from pulling up my dress and fingering myself!
Emma!!! Emma!!! Emma!!! Strip! Strip! Strip!
I was in a daze as I stood up. Sure, I was drunk, but not drunk enough not to know what I was doing. Helping hands lifted me onto the bar and I looked down at the eager faces of my excited friends. I was aware of someone (the pub landlord?) putting on some music as I let Ali pull the zip the rest of the way down. I slipped my dress off my shoulders, letting it fall to my waist. Initially it’s decent was slowed because it caught on my swollen and erect nipples, but it was only a temporary blip as it had soon fallen to my waist. I was bare from the waist up, stood on the bar in my local pub, topless in front of my friends. I felt flushed and hot and I wanted nothing more than to stroke my aching pussy. Two of my tatts were now on display, the shoulder one they’d already seen and the one at the small of my back, just clear of my ass cheeks.
Emma!! Emma! Emma!
I was gone… my cheeks were red and glowing.. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
‘Ali… please…’
Ali reached up and gave the hem of the dress a small tug. It slid past my waist and down my legs. There was an audible gasp… and it wasn’t because of the remaining tatts… one at the very top of my thigh, the other on my pubic mound…. It was because it soon became VERY apparent that I wasn’t wearing any panties… no underwear at all! Not only were my tatts a secret no longer, nether were my nipples and pussy! I stepped out of my dress, naked on the bar in just my high heels! Go!!! I couldn’t resist running my hand over my swollen mound and I could already feel the wetness seeping out of my puss..
My friends were clapping and whooping as I was helped down off the bar by the landlord. I looked round for my dress, but it had disappeared… It seemed I was naked for the duration… and very popular I was too! Everyone was really relaxed and happy… well all except Ali… and with very good reason!
Maybe she was hoping that everyone had forgotten about her dare, but I certainly hadn’t! I’d got naked because of her and I wanted my revenge! It sure was a turn on to be naked while everyone else was dressed, and even more arousing to be the one standing up asking what tatt we should choose for my friend and where it should go… My puss was positively dripping!!! Lots of suggestions were made.. Some good, most bad, many totally impractical. All sorts of symbols, shapes, creatures, words…but nothing everyone agreed on. Deciding where to put it was easier… Ali has no ass at all… no cheeks to speak of… so what a great place for a tattoo! We’d been getting drunker and drunker and no nearer deciding on the tattoo when one of the girls, Sami, suggested a monkey… well not a monkey but a monkey face…. With the mouth being Ali’s butt hole! Everything fell into place… Ali went white, but everyone else loved the suggestion! We voted on it there and then… everyone in favour, all bar one… Ali!
I knew the perfect place for Ali to have her tattoo done. I’d been there myself for one of my tatts, and gave Dan, the tattoo artist, a ring to book an appointment for Ali. It was located in back street in Bristol, and though cleanliness was important to Dan, privacy wasn’t! The room where he did the tattoos was only separated from the rest of the shop by a thin curtain which he often didn’t bother to close as he liked to chat to the other people in the shop. It’s also difficult to object to the lack of privacy when someone’s marking your skin with a needle! Ali was both nervous and excited about having the tattoo done… I ’helped’ her choose what to wear… in other words, I decided for her! I wanted to make the experience as humiliating and exciting for her as the strip had been for me. ‘We’ (lol!!) went through her wardrobe and picked out a tight fitting jump suit.. No buttons, just a zip up the front. No bra… with such tiny boobs she doesn’t need, and rarely wears, one, and no panties.. I mean, the guy can hardly tattoo your ass if it has elastic marks all over it, can he!
Emma wrote: Monkey business Part two by Emma
Monkey business Part two
I was pleasantly surprised on arriving at the tattoo parlour to find that not only were some of the guys from the pub already there, but there were also a fair few people there we didn’t know, browsing through the design books or arranging their tattoo appointments. Ali was shocked that we could sit and watch a guy having his arm tattooed… she’d been expecting at the very least to have her tattoo done in a private room. I told her not to worry.. there was a privacy curtain! She still looked worried!
Soon it was her turn, and we discussed with Dan what she wanted. He was used to many odd requests, but a monkey face on a woman’s ass… with her ass hole as the mouth even surprised him. Ali was embarrassed even to talk about it! The design all decided and sketched out, it was time to start the tattoo. He guided Ali to the chair and suggested she undress. Ali gazed round at the sea of expectant faces and asked if she could have the privacy curtain closed, at least while she got ready. The look of utter shock and disbelief on her face when he said that wasn’t possible was a sight to behold!
‘Sorry love, a few bikers were in last week and got a bit rowdy… ended up ripping it and I haven’t had chance to get it fixed yet… still not to worry, nobodies gonna see anything they haven’t already seen are they.. not a place for false modesty, this.. You getting ready or what, I’ve got other appointments after you… not gonna be a prima donna about this are you?’
I almost saw Ali’s shoulders droop in defeat. She’d realised any hopes of retaining the tiniest shred of dignity had gone, and that she had no option other than to prepare to have her ass tattooed in front of everyone in the shop. Quietly she asked him how and where he wanted her.
‘Just kneel in that seat, ass in the air and with your legs as far apart as possible… that’s all I need… access to your bare ass’
All he needed? Ali was wearing a jump suit, zipped up the front. There was only one way she could bare her ass and that was to take it off.. All the way off… and she was naked beneath it!
Face burning red with embarrassment she reached up and slowly lowered the zipper, inch by inch, down past her boobs, over her smooth belly and down as far as her pubic area. She certainly didn’t intend it to be, but it looked to all the world like a slow deliberate teasing strip! She kicked off her shoes, then slid the jump suit off her shoulders and down over her chest. The material caught on her erect nipples for a second before sliding down her body, over her ass and puss and pooling at her feet! Erect nipples? Was she cold or was this actually turning her on, was her body betraying her true feelings? Ali stepped out of the jump suit and stood bare foot and naked in the shop. Her small frame was shaking… initially I thought it was with fear, but I could almost see her small nipples visibly swelling and the surrounding areola getting puffier and puffier… There was also a discernable smell in the room… not a perfume… more of a scent.. the smell of Ali getting aroused! She was actually shivering with excitement!
She bent down and picked up her jump suit off the floor and \\I could see that she was wet, and I wasn’t the only person to notice!
‘Is there anywhere I can hang my stuff?’ she asked
‘Not really, just toss it over to the guys, I’m sure they’ll take very good care it for you’
So Ali neatly folded her jump suit and passed it across to the guys , knowing full well she was entrusting them with her only item of clothing. It was as if the scent in the room got jut a little stronger.
Ali knelt on the chair, ass high in the air and knees well apart… what a sight! Ali is very slim, no boobs to speak of and a bony ass, but she looked incredibly vulnerable and sexy kneeling there, ass cheeks apart and her sex puffy and glistening.
The atmosphere was pretty raucous in the room by now, most of the guys and all of the girls talking to Ali, commenting, joking, laughing… even the strangers were joining in, enjoying the spectacle of the stripped and humiliated customer, while Ali’s face just got redder and redder and her slit wetter and wetter. Her face said she was hating it, but her body told a different story!
Dan was ready to start work on her tattoo. He’d sketched a few designs of a monkeys face and tried them on Ali’s ass to see which looked best and most accurately matched up her hole with the mouth of the monkey. It wasn’t as easy as it sounded! Once satisfied, he transferred the design onto a proper stencil. Next he prepared her ass. Although her ass looked pretty smooth and hairless he still insisted on lathering it up and shaving it, paying special attention to the area round her hole. Ali kept very still while he worked there! Finally he washed her off, towelled her dry…it wasn’t easy to get her dry between the legs, since as soon as he wiped her there more juices appeared! It was also noticeable how long he spent cleaning her hole and slit, and how Ali moaned and sighed while she was having her pussy and ass worked on! It was almost as if ‘someone’ was intentionally stroking her slit and fingering her ass!
Stencil liquid applied, Dan placed the stencil on her ass and smoothed it firmly down before removing it and letting her skin dry with the outline in place. He’d done a great job…it really did look like a monkey face and it’s mouth was perfectly aligned with her hole! While it was drying I asked how he could be sure Ali wouldn’t move when she was ’under the needle’ and wouldn’t it be better if she was ‘restrained’ in some way? Dan thought about it for a little while, then nodded, replying with a smirk on his face..
‘Well it would make sense.. This is going to hurt and she’s going to struggle to keep her ass still..’
‘Please, no, I won’t I’ll keep still, I won’t move’ pleaded Ali
‘Tell you what’ said Dan,
‘How about we ask everyone, get them to vote on it…. Come on guys… show of hands… who wants to see Ali restrained?’
It was a pointless question really.. Totally unanimous… EVERYONE wanted her restrained! Dan went to find some restraints while Ali continued to beg and plead, but all to no avail. It was one thing to be naked with your ass in the air in the shop and quite another to be tied there, unable to move, hide or cover herself if anyone came in. She was visibly shaking as I helped Dan secure her wrists and ankles to the chair. Her breath was coming in short pants and I could see goose bumps on her flesh despite the heat in the room. I recognised the signs… she wasn’t just scared, she was aroused. Being unable to cover herself was pushing her close to the edge, she felt vulnerable, exposed, and given the chance, I’m certain her hand would have been between her legs, fingering her slit. I whispered in her ear.
‘God Ali…you love this don’t you…? You want someone to walk in and see you… someone you know, someone who’ll be shocked’
I was rewarded with a whimper from Ali…
‘Please Ems… please… please touch me… I need it so bad’
‘Oh don’t worry Ali… when Dan starts with his needles you’ll have all the pain and stimulation you could ever wish for’
I stepped away from her and Dan started with his needles. Her body went rigid as he inked out the outline of the monkey face. The noisy room went quiet as Ali tensed and sweated, little droplets of sweat running down her back, down her sides and onto her tiny boobs, pooling at the tips of her nipples before falling gently as droplets onto the seat. Outline finished, he moved onto the monkeys mouth, shading and detailing the puckered skin round her ass hole. It was all too much, the buzzing on such an intimate spot finally sent her past the point of no return. I saw her body shudder, smelt the sweet aroma, saw her juices flowing down her legs as her body finally gave up and she came. Everyone saw, witnessed her humiliation as she came noisily and hard. All too soon (for us!) Dan had finished. The bare bones of the monkey face were embossed for ever on her bare backside. It needed more work, at least another sitting or two, but the image was all too obvious. He covered the new tattoo to protect it and released her from her bindings. She struggled to stand, her joints and muscles stiff from being held so rigid for so long, forgetting for a moment her nudity as she stretched, trying to return the life to her body.
Ali looked round, found her heels, asked for her jump suit.
‘Aren’t you forgetting something Ali?’ I asked.
‘No…What?’
‘Dan… he needs paying… ‘
‘But he hasn’t finished yet… Don’t I pay at the end?’
‘No, we’ve agreed you can pay in instalments, each time you have a session, to make it easier for you’
‘But I’ve not brought any money, will he take a card?’
‘Money? Hell Ali.. He doesn’t want money… he wants YOU!’
So my friend Ali ended the session on her knees, still naked, taking Dan in her mouth, servicing him. She finished with his cum matted in her shoulder length black hair and dripping from her face. She was offered a cloth to clean herself with, which she did… only to then realise it was her own jump suit rolled into a ball! And this was just her first session!
Emma wrote: Monkey business Part three by Emma
Dan had advised Ali to wait at least a week before carrying on with the tattoo. While the outline was complete there was a large amount of work to be done to make her ass look exactly like the face of a monkey. She’d had an uncomfortable trip home after her last visit…. Firstly there was the embarrassment of putting her jump suit back on.. it was all creased and stained, smelling of cum and her juices. She’s had to walk back to my car like that, and then of course she couldn’t sit down in the car as her bottom was far too sore! She’d ended up travelling home lying across the back seat… not the most elegant of positions. All in all it was a difficult few days for her until she was able to sit down properly again. While she was still coming to terms with having a monkey on her bum I started planning for her next visit. I’d loved how she’d been powerless to stop her body reacting to the shame and humiliation. It seemed the deeper the humiliation, the more aroused she’d become, but I knew that next week she’d be more prepared, know what to expect, and therefore harder to embarrass. However, I had a plan!!!!
The following week found us on the way to the tattoo parlour once more. Ali looked far more comfortable and confident this week, despite my insistence that she should wear the same jump suit, though now obviously freshly laundered. I think she was pretty confident it couldn’t be any worse than last week. The parlour was busier than the previous week… most of our friends from the pub were there, plus word must have got around that Ali was coming back to have her tattoo finished. Despite it being busier Ali still seemed calm and was happily chatting while Dan finished working on the guy in the chair. He was putting the finishing touches to the rose on the guys arm and Ali was preparing to take his place when the door opened.
‘Hi Ali!, not too late are we… wouldn’t want to miss this for the world!’
I saw the colour drain from her face. She didn’t need to turn to see who it was, she easily recognised his voice. It was Andy, her ex. Andy, who she’d been with since her early teens, Andy, the first boy to kiss her, the guy who’d popped her cherry, the guy everyone had expected her to marry. Andy, the control freak she’d dumped very publicly three months ago….. Andy, the guy who had taken the break-up very badly, and despite now being with Sarah, was very bitter about the split. Ali was lost for words as Andy, Sarah and a few more of her ex friends, strolled into the room and took front row seats by the tattooists chair.
‘Come on Ali, the guy’s waiting to do your tatt, and the guys here are waiting to see your skinny ass!’
A few short minutes ago she’d seemed calm and collected… Now she was a bag of nerves. Her fingers were shaking as she tried to pull down the zipper. She shrugged the jump suit off her shoulders and it fell to her feet, revealing her nudity… and the monkey! Andy laughed and Sarah loudly commented that she couldn’t see what Andy had seen in Ali…. No boobs and an ass to match! Ali looked like a startled rabbit, caught in the headlights of a car. She didn’t know where to look, what to do. She stepped out of her jump suit with difficulty, catching her high heels, which in her confusion she’d forgot to remove, and stumbling naked straight into the arms of Andy! Her lithe slim body looked very small in his arms. She struggled desperately to regain her footing as Andy took full advantage of this unexpected opportunity to grope her defenceless body as he ‘helped’ her back to her feet.
‘My, my Ali… you still get very excited at the least little thing’ he said, slowly licking his juice covered fingers….
If looks could kill, Ali would have been stone dead! No matter she was the innocent victim of her ex’s opportunist grope, Sarah knew exactly where the blame lay!
‘You whore!!! She screamed at Ali
‘Leave my guy alone! You had your chance with him!!! I can see your little game, throwing yourself at him….’
Sarah had to be dragged back by a clearly amused friends as she tried to grab Ali while Andy looked on with a smug grin on his face. He now knew exactly how jealous Sarah was of Ali.
‘Easy Sarah, lets just watch her get turned into monkey girl, then maybe you can have some fun with her later!.
‘Tell you what though Sarah,, maybe you’d like to take this for safe keeping’ said Andy, reaching down and plucking Ali’s jump suit off the ground. Andy had a huge smirk on his face as he passed Ali’s jump suit to the clearly seething Sarah. This wasn’t over!
Ali nervously kicked off her heels and took up her humiliating position with her ass in the air, monkey gazing out at us! Dan looked round and asked if we needed restraints this time or did we trust her to stay still? Of course Sarah had a strong opinion.
‘Truss her up! I wouldn’t trust her any further than I could throw her!’
Dan went to get the ties and left a clearly trembling Ali on the chair. Andy was clearly loving his ex girlfriends embarrassment, and her very visible humiliation! He continued chatting to her, much to the annoyance of his hugely irritated girlfriend. Plenty of guys had made comments to her when she was kneeling naked face down on the chair but it was only Andy who seemed capable of piercing her defences with every comment! Dan returned with the ties and started fixing them to her wrists and ankles like he had the previous week.
‘Hold on a second’ said Andy,
‘I don’t think Ali is really comfortable like that’
He was rewarded with a little smile off Ali and a glare off Sarah.
‘Who cares what she wants anyway’ snarled Sarah
‘I think it’s only fair we help Ali be as open as she can be in her position… she’ll thank us for it later… I’m sure we can spread her legs much wider than this……’
Ali stopped smiling and Sarah started laughing…
Between them, Andy and a few of his friends ‘helped’ Dan secure her hands and feet much further apart… It looked pretty uncomfortable as her ass cheeks were spread wide, with her pussy open and wet. All the manhandling was clearly too much for her and her puss was leaking badly. This time she came as soon as his needle touched her ass, actually squirting her juices out! Dan didn’t bother cleaning her or the chair up, and carried on with the monkey face while she knelt in her own juices. He did a great job, and when he’d finished it looked exactly like a monkey, albeit one with it’s mouth open very wide!
Everyone examined the tattoo in great detail before Dan prepared to protect it and release her.
‘Hold on a minute’ I said…
‘There’s something else I want… A little extra something for you Ali, just to make the tattoo even better’
Ali looked both puzzled and worried as I whispered in Dan’s ear. She looked even more worried as she saw his smile grow wider and wider, until he actually laughed.
‘Oh yes… I’m more than happy to do that!’ He laughed, and set to work on the small of her back. Everyone was trying to make out what he was designing. It was clearly letters, words… a phrase… Ali was desperate to know what was being permanently inked onto her back. Slowly people started realising what it was and started laughing. Ali pleaded with them to tell her what it said, but I told her she’d have to wait till it was finished and she could see for herself. Finally finished, Dan stood back and admired his handiwork. I asked him to leave her tatts uncovered, so Ali could see them for herself. As soon as she was untied she rushed still naked to the large mirror at the front of the shop. I think in her haste she’d actually forgotten exactly where the mirror was located… Just next to the shop window…..
Ali stood there in the shop window, ass towards the mirror, boobs towards the glass, peering over her shoulder, trying to read the words… In capitals,,, FEED… THE… MONKEY.. With arrows pointing to the monkeys mouth, her ass hole… She went bright red!!!
‘Oh My God!!!! Every single guy who sees that will want to do it! Will think I want it!! Will think I love it up my ass!!!’
Ali was so shocked she hadn’t even noticed the growing group of people outside the shop, staring through the window, feasting their eyes on her bare boobs and pussy as she was distracted by her image in the mirror.
‘Hey Ali, you fancy acting as a mannequin for me every week? It’ll be great for attracting passing trade’
‘What do you…’ Then she saw… realised… She gave a little shriek as she saw all the people with their faces virtually pressed up against the shop window, staring at her nudity. Covering her boobs and puss as best she could she made a dash to what she thought was the relative safety of the back of the shop, only to run straight into the waiting arms of Andy and his friends.
I chatted to Dan for a few minutes, sorting out what Ali owed him all of his hard work. He said he’d be happy with some nice photos of his artwork on her ass and a personal ‘thank you’ off Ali herself! I told him it wouldn’t be a problem and went to get Ali. I found her surrounded by Andy’s friends, with Sarah in charge. Ali had her eyes closed, she was biting her lower lip… she was up on tip toe, two sets of fingers working on her pussy, one guy nibbling on her left nipple, another teasing the right one. She was lost in her own little world as they brought her to yet another orgasm. I nearly had to drag her over to Dan to let him take the pictures he wanted, but she posed happily, even for full frontal ones where no tattoos were visible! I don’t think Andy could believe his eyes when Ali, the demure girl who had dumped him, sucked off Dan in the middle of a busy shop… and enjoyed it!
It was time to go home, but Ali was still naked and Sarah had her only piece of clothing. Ali asked Sarah for her jump suit back, but Sarah hadn’t quite finished tormenting Ali.
‘I’ll give it to you’
‘Aww thanks Sarah’
‘Outside…’
‘What??? No, please Sarah, not out there, I can’t go out there bare, please….’
‘Your choice Ali, but I’m leaving’ and with that Sarah got up and still carrying the jump suit, headed for the door.
‘Please Sarah… Wait…. ‘
Ali pleaded with Sarah, begged, but all to no avail… Sarah opened the door and went out into the street. Ali’s shoulders slumped, she looked like all the fight had been knocked out of her.. I told her not to worry, Dan would lend her a towel.. it would be embarrassing but better than braving the street naked. Ali was shaking her head, tears forming in the corners of her eyes..
‘She’s not winning, she’s not, I won’t let her’
‘Ali, let it go, it’s only a jump suit, better to lose that than humiliate yourself’
But Ali shocked me. She was tearful, upset and petrified, but she walked over to the door, naked all bar her heels, took a deep breath, and pushed it open before nervously stepping out into the street to a chorus of wolf whistles. Her big nipples were swollen up like lug nuts, her shaven pussy puffy, and there were silvery trails of her juices trickling down her inner thighs, but she still followed Sarah down the street towards the busy main road and total humiliation………