The room pulses with the rhythmic hum of a vibrator pressed against a clit, as a eager bisexual submits to their mistress's every command. They're a canvas of desire, their body arching with each electric jolt, their cock leaking pre-cum onto the cold, hard floor. The domme, a vision in latex, prowls around them, her voice a sultry symphony of orders. "Lick your fingers, taste your own desire," she purrs. The sub obliges, their tongue darting out, lapping up the slick wetness. The domme grins, "Good pet. Now, let's see how you handle both ends." She produces a strap-on, thick and veined, ready to claim both their holes.