The Lion's Pride

[monique_minx]

The Lion's Pride

Master Leopald's House of Carnal Sacrilege, Sodomy and Pain

Private to Leopald, Fuckmeat and Minx (Invite Only)

A TOUR OF THE PRIDE:

Master Leo's Bed

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Fuckmeat's Little Bed-Box

Master Leo's Prized Belt

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The Couch

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The Cage

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The Bad Girl Table

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The Chair

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Master Leo's Personal Table

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Total Control

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[fuckmeat]

Wow, looks fantastic Minx. We're going to have a lot of fun here.

crawls into bedbox to test it out, swiftly falling into a contented doze

 

[monique_minx]

Grins at her, beaming proudly and blowing her a kiss

Glad you like it babe, Sir picked out everything as I showed stuff to him so I hope you like the selection!

Saunters off to Leo's bed and slips beneath the covers, dozing lightly for awhile

 

[Leopald]

His coat flows behind him as he strolls into his new home. He glances around, taking in the sights with a growing smile. It looked good, and well put together. His fingers ran along the couch, and he glanced at the bed and FM's place. Very nice. He slips off his coat and hangs it, leaving his dark grey pinstripe suit. With hands in his pockets, he glances around for something different.

Now, I wonder where my slaves are off to...

A soft whistle, as he takes in the rest of the scene. Oh, that was a nice cage.

 

[monique_minx]

I wander out from the bedroom and smile as I see Leo looking around, I bite my lip and merely stay around the corner for a second, looking at him up and down before I step out and into view.

You like it?

I smile hopefully, praying I don't just fall out of my outfit...

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[fuckmeat]

his whistle wakes me from my doze and I lift me head towards the sound. for the christening of Master's house I have dared to wear a little more than usual

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I crawl from my bed, locating Master by the subtle sounds he makes as he takes in his new surroundings. I approach his booted feet and kneel at them with my head bowed, desperate to look up at him but knowing far better. this place is Minx's creation and we both know I can accept no credit for it.

 

[Leopald]

He smiles at Minx as she appears, the looks down to see FM crawling to his feet, as was her place. He crooks a finger at Minx, then gestures to the floor beside FM, reminding her as well. It was their first time together in this new home, and it should be special, after all.

Fingers run over both their cheeks, then down to their throats, fondling the matching silver collars. A soft smile creeps across his lips, in this oddly gentle moment. It was to be savored, at least for now.

How are my girls?

 

[monique_minx]

I obediently slip to my knees beside my sister, I can't help but nudge her in a playful, happy manner when I touch the floor though. His soft strokes make me smile softly, my eyes half lidded but still downcast as my arms fold up behind me.

I grin as he asks how we both are, I fight back the urge to give a sarcastic answer and speak softly, unable to keep the smile from my voice.

Happy to finally be doing this, Sir.

 

[fuckmeat]

I nod along in agreement with Minx's reply, savouring the feel of Master's touch, which can be so gentle when it suits him. Minx's warmth beside me is reassuring, keeping me calm when Master's obvious intent would otherwise make me start visibly trembling. I've needed this for a long while, a soul deep ache inside me for the catharsis of being nothing more than the conduit for his lust, dominance, and sadism. a moan wells within my throat and a swallow it down.

 

[Leopald]

A small nod as the words reach his ears. It had been a long time coming, and now it was finally here.

Fists wrap in both girls' hair, and he drags them both to the bed, bending them over the edge of it. He pulls off his belt slowly, knowing that what little clothing they were wearing would do nothing to protect them from the heavy leather. The belt snaps menacingly, then lands heavily on each ass, just once.

Are we ready to get started, little sluts?

 

[monique_minx]

I hiss softly as his hand wraps in my hair, my eyes tightening in pain and discomfort for the first few moments. I lift with his pull and try to stay ahead of his grip which is nigh impossible because I had no idea where he's leading us.

Finally we're both bent over the bed and I twist my head to look at her. The sing of the belt is the only warning and neither one of us knows who it's going to hit. I arch and cry out as the sting comes with the unforgiving leather. I respond to his question between gritted teeth

Ooo yes Sir!

 

[fuckmeat]

I stand obediently and allow him to propel me across the room to his bed. I am tied down beside my sister and there's comfort in knowing that what ever I suffer here, she will to. I flinch as the first strike hits her and then am unprepared when my own ass blazes with heat and pain. I yelp and squirm for a fraction of a moment, before catching myself.

Yes Master.

 

[Leopald]

A sadistic laugh at their willing responses, and the belt flies quickly and repeatedly through the air. It catches ass, back, and thighs of both girls before him. Each crack was loud, filling the room with the echoing reports. The flesh made for good targets, as always, and he relished the feeling of taking out his frustration on them so perfectly.

The heavy, rapid blows were shared equally between his bitches, his cold grin growing with each.

 

[monique_minx]

I grip the sheets tightly as he laughs, knowing this is gonna kill, I struggle to keep my eyes on her as they fill with salty water.

Fuck!

I scream out as a release when another blow falls on my thigh, I start to breathe harder, my cries slowing to only his harder hits. I can feel the burning spread throughout my skin, a rapid hot and steady throb, like a hotplate coming teasingly close and being pulled away momentarily only to return again and sear my skin.

Uhhh...fuck, fuck, fuck!

I squeeze out through my clenched jaw and admit that it feels much better to have her by my side rather than go this alone. I grin a little as a thought passes into my head and makes me wriggle my hips a little...I'm going to ruin his mattress pretty damn quick if he keeps this up!

 

[fuckmeat]

I cry out and whimper as he goes to work on us, my ass squirming as I fight all my natural instincts to keep it in place for Master. I listen to Minx swear but even with my back to Master I won't risk a smile. He seems to have a sixth sense for such things. My breathing gets fast and ragged as hot cuntjuice starts trickling down my inner thigh.

A particularly savage blow that licks the crease beneath my ass has me hopping and sobbing before I can check myself. I rapidly return to my position though, feeling as though my poor red and swollen asscheeks might combust at any moment.

 

[Leopald]

As the cracks continued to fill the room, he felt strangely at ease. Gracing these girls with his belt seemed to just flush every ounce of frustration and stress from his system, and it was a wonderful feeling.

A pause, and his hands traced the bare flesh of each ass affected by the leather. It was rare that he got to enjoy this type of play with both of his slaves at once these days, so while his fingers traced skin, he savored the sight and feel. So warm, so angry, protesting his abuse.

Having fun, little bitches? I think its only appropriate to truly break in the room... Don't you agree?

 

[monique_minx]

All I can hear is my thundering heartbeat in my ear as each -CRACK- lands on my skin, my panting is audible and fast now as I struggle to breathe through these strikes.

I watch my sister wriggle away from an apparently vicious hit and move back into position, I'm suddenly grateful he's not going after my cunt today because I sincerely doubt my ability to keep my legs open or my hands away; both of which piss him off much more than simple wriggling.

Uhhh!

I near scream out as another brings me back to his attentions, it licks my inner thigh and I find myself almost clambering up onto the bed, I manage to catch myself in time and still myself; barely. I gasp as he finally pauses and I flinch as his hand runs over my striped skin.

Having fun, little bitches? I think its only appropriate to truly break in the room... Don't you agree?

Ohhh fuck yes Sir!

I issue the words breathlessly, trying to control my responses to him and stop my cunt from grinding against the edge of the bed; to little avail.

 

[fuckmeat]

I can feel the arousal spiralling up through me to mitigate the pain as my world contracts to encompass no more than the moment between each stroke. Each time he strikes my ass with the belt I want to beg for mercy and each time I grit my teeth and tell myself I can take just one more. It's impossible for me to think any further than that. Even though I squirm beneath Master's assault it's obvious how turned on I am, how my hips grind despite the agony my ass is in.

When he stops and caresses us it's a surprise, so focused have I become on handling each swat. His hand is cold on my burning flesh, squeezing my ass with that hard, assessing way he has.

Having fun, little bitches? I think its only appropriate to truly break in the room... Don't you agree?

I'm already beginning to doubt whether I'll handle the kind of play that Master feels would truly break in the room but I also know how he loves to break us, in our own different ways. He goads Minx into rebellion and me into surrender like a pair of marionettes. None of us would ever have it any other way.

"Yes Sir. It's more than time you got full use out of both of us... and your new home does need christening."

I'm gasping out the words but it doesn't matter. I know I haven't been as available to him as usual lately and confidently expect to suffer for it. He knows how much I need to, how much I crave his humiliation and abuse, rendering me abject and worthless. It's always a powerful release for both of us.

 

[Leopald]

In as many ways as the two slaves were similar, they were equally opposite each other. The subtle nuances, smaller core cravings of each, different needs of both pain and humiliation. It was fascinating to watch the two squirm below him as he searched their asses absently, and he found himself trying to picture what was going through each mind. He grabbed a handful of FM's hair and threw her to the floor, launching a foot in her direction as she landed.

You don't deserve any more attention, you worthless piece of meat. And you'll have to beg pretty hard to make me reconsider, if its even possible at all.

He turned his attention back to Minx, his hands roughly exploring her ass and cunt, after lifting the short dress up and out of the way.

 

[monique_minx]

I start to get my breathing under control as I watch FM's face contort painfully, my eyes lift slightly and see his hand; ah...okay, now I know why. A moment later she disappears from view entirely and I'm left to listen to the scraping sounds as she hits the floor and the resounding thud I can't quite place followed by her sounds which leave me to assume he hit her in some way.

I hear what he says and I can't fight the small smile, we're so different even when we seem so similar at times. Both submissive masochists but the subtle inclinations in us are what set us apart. He knows us so well, though I can't see her, I know she knows too. Humiliation might be a shared kink of ours but we like it in different ways too. It astounds me how very similar such a thing can be and yet completely different at the same time.

I'm brought back to the present as I feel cool air wash over the upper half of my ass, before I have so much as a moment to respond; his hands are groping my ass and cunt none too gently. I try to fight back my moans but it's a futile battle, my pussy must be soaking his fingers every time he draws near by now. The burning in my ass is still there but my needy cunt has overtaken my thought processes by now. I allow my moans to escape, struggling not to writhe, crawl up the bed or claw at his bed sheets too much while he plays with his property.

 

[fuckmeat]

I hit the floor without warning and his swift kick doubles me over, expelling the remaining air from my lungs in a low, agonised cry. For a long moment I just lay there motionless, willing my stricken chest to inhale. I watch with tearfilled eyes as he turns to Minx, playing with her ass and cunt. I can imagine how his rough touch feels and the empathy is so strong that just watching him touch her makes me want to moan.

Eventually I manage to get shakily onto my hands and knees. Master has Minx's skirt flipped up and I know without being stupid enough to look up at his face what manner of hungry expression he's wearing. My ribs ache as I try to get away with breathing shallowly, fighting down the reflexive sobs threatening to make my chest heave painfully. Master is quite evidently uninterested in my suffering.

He knows how hard it is for me to beg him for things. Being his slave, it always feels presumptuous because I have no basic rights or expectations where Master is concerned. Anything he does to me that doesn't cause me physical or emotional suffering is a gift. I don't feel jealousy towards Minx, mainly because I know I do not deserve to be in her place right now. Master has the right to play with whomever he wishes to and Minx's needs and responses are so different to mine that there's really no competition between us. We sate various appetites of Master's to different degrees and in different ways. We are each unique, and he treats us as such, fulfilling our individual needs, often without even being told what they are at any given time. And Minx is exquisite. When Master lets her turn on me it's incredibly hot. I am as devoted to Minx and her pleasure as I am to Master.

Master's feet are planted either side of Minx's quivering flesh and I cautiously approach the nearest one. My ass is high in the air and my back tightly arched as I know Master prefers but my head is low, so that my nose is mere millimetres from the floor as I crawl towards him. Usually I relish being at his feet, loving how tall and powerful looking it makes him. My breathing is still laboured, my pleas expelled on swift, hard sobs. I don't even know whether he will hear me above Minx's moans.

"I'm sorry Master... I know I don't deserve your attention... Minx has created this beautiful place for you... a fitting place."

I don't expect or receive any response from him. His total disregard is doing nothing to stop the wet heat pulsing in my cunt though. I can't even remember the last time he granted me an orgasm and even now I don't deserve one. Every muscle in my body is tensed, braced for another blow... but that would constitute acknowledgement of my existence.

"Please Master, let me serve you and Minx. Let me endeavour to atone. Use me in any way you see fit... but please use me Sir. I'm begging you, I need it so much... I want you so much... let me serve you Master, please."

 

[Leopald]

FM was largely ignored as she pleaded pathetically. Her words registered on his ears, but he didn't pause or look down to acknowledge her even existence while busy with Minx's ass and cunt. But it was what he knew she needed, this treatment. And it was a powerful hold over her, when he ignored her so completely.

The smooth round flesh of Minx's ass was smacked hard, and he knew that smacking the freshly-abused skin would only heighten the sensations. He twisted a hand in her hair and pressed his pant-covered bulge against her wet heat, causing it to spread lewdly across the front of his crotch. A sly smile spread.

You want this, fucktoy? I know all you're thinking about is getting filled by this cock... Being used so completely, objectified so thoroughly...

A wicked chuckle, and he pull away slightly. His hand shot downward and yanked up the girl at his feet by her hair.

Clean my pants, cunt.

 

[fuckmeat]

oh it was sweet agony, licking up Minx's delicious wetness from his pants, moving carefully over but not touching his hard cock. As I swallowed down Minx's arousal Master's own unique scent began to emanate from beneath the fabric. I ached to nuzzle his crotch affectionately but he would not tolerate such a blatantly self serving act while displeased with me. I forced myself not to linger, to pull away and kneel once more when my task was complete.

 

[monique_minx]

I groan and gasp, gripping the bed sheets tightly as he starts to smack me again. I yelp sharply at the flare of agony that washes over my raw skin but my stupid cunt doesn't listen to the pain, doesn't care for it, it just keeps dripping.

I gasp hotly as I feel him pull me back again his fabric covered erection. I struggle not to grind against him but it's rather futile, he knows how much I worship his cock.

You want this, fucktoy? I know all you're thinking about is getting filled by this cock... Being used so completely, objectified so thoroughly...

Yes Sir!

I blush but speak breathlessly, he knows what he does to me damn it! He doesn't have to ask me to know but I know how my discomfort amuses him, how my blushing face looks to him as I answer a question begrudgingly, how my pleading and begging entertain him; especially when trying to back pedal on something bratty once the consequences are delivered.

He pushes me forward and away from his groin and I hear what he says to FM on the floor, I can only assume she's moved to obey him fast enough. I grin a little, she's not often a smart mouth like me but ooo it's funny when she is and has to dodge the results...she usually fails to manage that.

But then, who am I kidding? So do I...

 

[Leopald]

Eyes dart from Minx's dripping cunt, complete with wet stains on the sheets below, to FM's need-ridden face while she licked up yet more evidence of the aforementioned wetness off of his pants. All he could do was try and fail to hold back his wicked grin as a rather delicious idea sprang to mind. A way to further tease them both.

Damn, he so loved to tease...

When FM sat back on her heels, he stared right into her eyes and began to slowly shed his clothing. Partly to tease, and partly because he knew getting them soaked wouldn't bode well for their longevity. Love stains can be so difficult. The suit jacket was removed, followed by the deep blue tie. Both items were placed over the back of a nearby chair, before the white shirt was slowly unbuttoned and placed alongside the others. Shoes were kicked off, and pants dropped, leaving his light-grey boxers in place.

He grabbed and pulled FM's cheek to his hip as he allowed his cock to slip free of the front of his boxers, and held her as close as possible beside it without allowing her to feel or taste it. Then he spoke loudly enough for them both to hear, as he figured without looking that Minx was probably staring over her shoulder and licking her lips at the sight of his naked cock.

There it is, girls... Are you both ready to please it now? Maybe I'll shove one of you in a cage, and bend the other over the top while I fuck... Use one of you to clean up the messes left, aching and wanting to be filled yourself... What do you think?

He knew where the assumptions would be, as to which would fill each role, but he was honestly considering them both as equal candidates, mostly for the sheer fun that such a flop would induce both mentally and physically to each of them...