The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“I decided to test that statement with an old girlfriend who I’d had sex with before. I contacted Lenore and asked her if she’d like to have sex with me for old time’s sake, and make my wife watch us, and then clean her up afterward. She was greatly amused by the idea of cuckqueaning my wife. Three weeks ago, she spent the weekend, and essentially treated my wife like her personal fuck toy. Last Friday, she came to do the same thing for an entire week, and signed a contract, agreeing to be trained as a proper Dominant. She didn’t read more than the first page or two, then signed it.

“What she would have seen if she read the whole damn thing, is that the best way to learn how to be a Dominant, is to serve as a submissive herself. She signed up to be my sex slave through tomorrow evening at six, at which time, she may be Jessica’s unsupervised Dominant for the next twenty-four hours. Failure to abide by the contract, would result in the forfeiture of her Lexus, and half of her savings account. She decided it was better to submit for a week, than give up her car and half of her savings. Voila, instant slut.”

Lenore came back with their drinks, giving each of them what they’d ordered. I got water. Lenore was drinking white wine, as were her mother and sister. The two male Wambaughs had a high ball, and Terry and Master had a beer. The wolves and Angela, pregnant, had water as well

“I discovered I liked being Master’s submissive slut,” Lenore said. “I’ve asked him and Jessica, if I could please remain his slut, past this weekend, and to eventually have his baby. They’ve discussed it, and are considering allowing me to move in with them for two months on a trial basis to see how that works out. They’ll make up their mind on Sunday night. I’m really hoping they will allow it. Jessica was especially hesitant, because I will be having regular sex with her husband, which normally, I couldn’t when she’s not in submission, and because I want to have a child with him, since I don’t want to find anyone else and get married anymore.

“I love my Master, and want to stay with them. Oh, and for whatever it’s worth, although it’s a separate issue, I’m going to have four babies on behalf of infertile women in the New England area, so I should be having five children within the next seven or eight years. I’m being paid for the four though, $200, 000 per baby, and a million dollar bonus for having four of them, which is the reason I’ve agreed to have four. Jessica is doing the same. The bodyguards are to protect her until she has provided all four children. She’s had two already. She’s having a baby for her husband before she has the other two.”

“You’re going to be paid $1, 800, 000 dollars to have four children,” Agatha asked.

“Yes, although you’ll want Terry’s permission to have any children. It’s not in-vitro fertilization. Procreation has to occur naturally, by fucking other males.”

Agatha and Terry looked at each other. Another possible breeder, or something else?

“What does this submission look like?” Martha asked, going back to why her daughter was currently naked.

“I’m kept naked all the time so that Master can fuck me whenever he wishes. My orgasms belong to him. I can’t climax or touch myself without permission. I must fuck whoever he wishes me to, men or women, so I’ve gotten quite good at licking pussy, as well as sucking cocks. Anything which Jessica has done or is willing to do, I have to do. I’ve fucked two and three men at the same time. The sex is amazing. Perhaps it’s because I’m kept naked all of the time, or knowing I must be sexually pleasing any time Master wants, but I’m constantly aroused. I’ve become multi-orgasmic. It’s not unusual to have a dozen or more orgasms per day. If I cum without Master’s permission, he punishes me by spanking my bare bottom. I’m owed twenty-five now for cumming five times without his permission before you arrived, when he fucked my ass.”

“You have anal sex,” Agatha asked.

“Frequently. It’s part of the reason I have a plug in my ass now. To keep my bottom limber so it doesn’t hurt when I get ass fucked.”

“Why are you called Pet?” Terry asked.

“It’s my slave name. Jessica’s is Pussycat.” Agatha and Terry looked at each other again. Something definitely going on there, in their heads if not in the bedroom.

“I didn’t know you were like this, Sean,” Martha said. “I thought you were a nice young man. Were you doing this when you were dating Lenore?”

“I wasn’t doing this at the time, no,” Sean said. “In fact, it was part of the reason Lenore broke up with me. She thought the sex was somewhat boring, isn’t that right, Pet?”

“Yes, Master. It’s not boring now.”

“I started doing it when I found that Jessica had engaged in submission with a previous Dominant,” Sean said. “I must admit, I was leery of doing so when I first started. I’d been raised with the idea that you should treat women like ladies, and never lay hands on them. Turns out, some women don’t want to be treated like ladies, they want to be treated like sluts, and don’t mind a good, stiff spanking when properly administered. After observing others engaging in Dominance and submission, and seeing how much they enjoyed it, I got into it more. I’ve greatly enjoyed turning your daughter into my willing three hole slut.”

Martha and Edgar flinched at hearing their daughter called a three hole slut, but she was naked in front of them and had a tail in her ass. The evidence was pretty plain she was a slut. Agatha and Terry were doing the furtive glances thing again.

“Agatha, have you and Terry engaged in some submissive behaviors yourselves, such as submitting to a spanking or getting tied down in bed, or wished to?” I asked.

She blushed, but admitted she and Terry had been talking about doing something similar, clearly flummoxing her parents.

“Don’t talk about it anymore. Take off your clothes,” Sean said. “You have a minute to take them off or Terry will give you a spanking.”

“Sean,” Martha protested. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Agatha looked scared. She looked at her husband, then Lenore.

“Fifty seconds,” Sean said.

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“Forty seconds,” Sean said.

Agatha began taking off her clothes, hurrying. Soon she was naked, although she was covering her breasts and mound with her hands.

“Stand up straight, Agatha. Put your hands behind your back, and spread your legs. Show everyone what a pretty little slut you are,” Sean said.

Agatha looked at her husband again, then slowly did as Sean instructed.

“Touch your wife, Terry. Rub her breasts a little, see if her nipples are harder than usual, then touch your wife’s pussy. Tell everyone how wet she is.”

Terry stood up and felt up his wife’s boobs, then slid a hand between her legs. “She’s soaking wet.”

Edgar, Martha and Thomas were staring at the two of them. “What in the hell are you doing, Terry?” Edgar asked.

“I’m doing what we’ve both wanted to do for six months, but were too afraid to try,” Terry said.

Which made me wonder if being submissive was genetic somehow, since both twin sisters were apparently submissive.

“Terry, are you and Agatha working on Saturday and Sunday?” Master asked.

“No,” Terry said.

“I’m inviting you both to spend the next couple of days. I’ll invite a man who can train you to be a Dominant, and turn your wife into a total three hole slut. We’ll ensure you get home on Sunday,” Master said.

“We’re in,” Terry said.

“Are you sure, honey?” Agatha asked.

“Address me as Master.”

“Yes, Master,” Agatha said, smiling.

“We’re leaving,” Edgar said, standing up.

“You can leave if you want,” Lenore said, “but you may be walking away from your grandchildren as well. I’m planning on having one of Sean’s and it looks like my sister wants this type of lifestyle as much as I do. Be careful what you walk away from. We’re both adults. We’re not doing anything illegal. I know you might be confused or offended by what you’ve seen, but this is our new reality, and by extension, yours too. Call me if you change your mind.”

Thomas said, “I don’t want to leave. Can I stay?”

“Since both Lenore and Agatha are your sisters, Thomas,” Master said. “I don’t think that would be a good idea. You are welcome to stay and have supper though. If I’m not mistaken, that would be the supper timer going off. We can make sure you get home.”

It was supper, and Lenore and I got it out of the oven. I could hear Edgar and Martha arguing, Edgar wanting to leave, Martha wanting to stay. Edgar won the argument, but Martha asked Lenore to call her tomorrow.

“Please, I want to talk to you, Lenore,” Martha said. “I want to know more.”

“I’ll call you,” Lenore promised.

We’d have more leftovers this way, but not much, since only Lenore’s parents left.

“Terry, take off your belt and put it around Agatha’s neck,” Master said. “Until you have a proper collar to put on her, it will do as a substitute. Have Agatha sit in your lap during supper. You’ll feed her tonight. Have her keep her hands on the table and not to touch anything but the table. If she needs to drink, you’ll hold the glass to her mouth. You’ll put the food in her mouth. Do you understand.”

“Yes, thank you.”

Master called Quinn and asked him if he could join us tomorrow, and help train a new Dominant. Quinn said he’d be here at nine AM. Master turned on our Lushes and as we ate, he explained a lot of the nuances of Dominance and submission to the husband and wife. Using first Lenore, then me to demonstrate the proper feeding and fondling of a naked slave. Of course, with the toys in our pussies vibrating against our g-spots, we often had to ask for permission to cum. Sometimes, we got permission, other times we didn’t. Terry was doing the same thing to Agatha, without the toys, so she wasn’t cumming as often as we were, but she was asking for permission.