The lionesses were wild and unruly, slinking around the stage. Contorting their beautiful faces to snarl bright, white teeth. The Circus Master unfurled his whip – a creeping slipper-slap as it unravelled onto the boards. Several meters of platted leather, two centimetres in diameter at the hilt, tapering down smoothly, thinner and thinner, until it was just a single strap of hide with a wiry thread of a tongue. He stirred his fingers and the ripple danced down the line, tip darting and snapping. Sophie’s loins bristled, a little wobble in the knees. The Circus Master flicked his wrist to flourish the whip with a dramatic crack.
The feline performers responded, swinging their bodies 180 degrees and growling with menace. But they continued to prowl, one of them sidling to the front of the stage and adopting a stealthy, predatory posture – as if stalking the audience. Oh yes! Sophie imagined herself getting hunted by the lionesses, chased down with biting teeth and slashing claws… and then dragged back to face the Circus Master! The performer dipped her head and snarled, slyly waggling her buttocks as she prepared to pounce. And then rearing up with claws aloft.
The Circus Master strode forward and slung his whip with measured precision. She roared with fury as it coiled a stranglehold around her narrow waist. He tugged his hand and she flew rearwards, twisting into a back-flip and then hurtling across the set in a violent flurry of somersaults and cartwheels. The Circus Master marched in the opposite direction, letting her whirl past. The whip pulling taut as she reached the rear of the stage. Another yank and she came flying towards him again, twirling out of back-flip to pounce onto his back with fangs bared. He lowered his body to catch on his shoulder, dropping into a semi-crouch, before standing explosively and sweeping his arm to fling her off. Both performer’s powerful muscles pumping in unison, rocketing her high into the air, spinning spectacularly.
The whip untethered, but the Circus Master loomed over as she landed. Grabbing the scruff of her neck and driving her face down into the stage. She fought fiercely, body writhing as he held her down and clamped a collar around her throat. Pulling the leash tight as he stood. The wild beast fumed and gnashed her teeth. The Circus Master turned attention to the other lioness, circling around at the side of the stage. He lashed out, whip whooshing as it snaked through the air. She rolled out of its path, tongue snapping at her heels.
He flourished the weapon once more. As she raised her arm in defence, it tangled around to grab hold. She rose to her feet, turning so the leather line wrapped around her waist. A jerk of his wrist to set her off like a spinning top, whirling free but pirouetting towards him. He moved forwards and gathered her in. Catching her on his palm, driving her onto all fours and holding her down whilst he locked a collar around her neck. His property secured, the Circus Master turned and marched off, dragging the lionesses behind. The audience treated to their puckering buttocks as they strained to resist.
‘Dmitri, get rid of these fucking people.’
This is a part of a series originally posted over on mirrorsecretmirror@gmail.com. Let me know if i should post the whole story! :)
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/x3cmfk/the_circus_master