<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f5/ApolloMask.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Apollo, #1216</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong>Victorian Red Room<br/><strong>When: </strong>Around seven in the evening, Friday<br/><strong>Who: </strong>Artemis and Lux<br/><strong>Status: </strong>Closed--PM to join<br/><hr/>"As appealing as that is, little Mouse, I should wait until we get there," he said, in response to her comment about dragging her by leash and collar.  Unlike other men, Lex knew how to bide his time, patiently stalking his prey, waiting for the perfect opportune moment to strike.  And there was such a thing as dignity, as propriety--even for a playtoy.  Apollo's preferred<em>modus operandi</em>was to find out a submissive's weaknesses, what drove her crazy with need and lust, and then use them against her--teasing, teasing, always teasing, but denying the moment of ecstasy until she could not stand it any longer.  It was a game, one that he enjoyed playing with his twin.  They had grown up honing their skills on each other, and it had become kind of a perennial long-standing contest to see who was the better.<br/><br/>"My sister will show you where to go," he said, simply, watching as Artemis led the Mouse down the corridor and up the stairs to the Victorian Red Room.<br/><br/>True to its name, the room was furnished in rich shades of vermilion.  The rich shag carpet, the curtains, the covers on the exquisite Victorian bed--all were the same hue.  Red was the color of passion and of blood, and before they were done here both would be unleashed tonight.<br/><br/>"Kneel there," said Apollo, pointing to a vague area of carpet before the foot of the bed, when the Mouse had entered the room.  He didn't mind if she snapped off a mouthy response, as long as she complied--truth be told, he liked his playtoys feisty.  It made it that much more fun.  A submissive who could sass him back was a rare treat, and he certainly had no intention of curing her of this particular idiosyncrasy.  If she refused, or hesitated, he would apply a firm grip to the junction of her neck and shoulder and, with all of his physical strength, push her firmly in a downward direction.  If he had to do that, however, he would certainly register his displeasure in the form of a frown.  A slave could wither him all day with her words, but only so long as she followed his commands.<br/><br/>Either way, after the Mouse was kneeling, either by her own accord or due to his brute force, he stepped back to admire the new pet.  "She is certainly a pretty one, dear sister," he remarked to Artemis.  "I want to wipe my dick on her face.  Just as I wiped my dick on<em>your</em>face after Toby."  He grinned toothily, mischeviously;  he never passed up the opportunity to rankle his sister whenever he could, and he loved reminding her of her past defeats.  Toby was the name that Apollo had assigned to a slender young man with long hair, that they'd both played with and enjoyed; Apollo, ultimately, had won that one, against all expectation.   Apparently Toby had vigorously enjoyed being rutted from behind.<br/><br/>Still grinning at his twin, he went to one of the room's dressing stands.  He pulled a drawer, and began placing the items in the drawer, one by one, on the bed in full view of the Mouse.  First, a butt plug, a knobby red bulb attached to a ring; then, a string of metallic anal beads; then, a dildo, a thick purple plastic phallus of exaggerated size.   After this, he opened a different drawer, and placed a spanking paddle, a leather flogger, and a small knife that really looked more like a letter opener next to them.  "Well, little Mouse," he addressed Lux, "Do you enjoy toys?  We have oh, so many toys to use.  Which ones shall we use on you first, hrmmm?"