The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“Exactly, even though you didn’t have sex with another man, François used this image of you horizontal and naked, to reclaim you, despite not wanting more than four children,” Quinn said. “In men who enjoy watching, the desire to watch is stronger than the jealousy they feel. There is this whole jumble of emotions going through their heads. Arousal, jealousy, fear of losing their wife to another man, guilt at wanting to see it, inferiority sometimes. That they might not satisfy their wife as much as another man can, yet pride his wife is beautiful enough to attract another man, and joy for the pleasure she receives in his arms. This mix of emotions is called cuckold angst, and it is so powerful, they succumb to the lure of it. Then, when their wife says goodbye to her lover, the husband wishes to reclaim her. Sometimes he does this by licking the other man’s semen from her, and other times, he adds his own to the mix. It’s been described by cuckolds as the most powerful orgasms they have, the ones where they reclaim their wife after she’s been with another man.

“There is not just one kind of cuckold. Some men would be dismayed if their wife had a child with another man. To a certain extent, open marriages and swapping, are a form of cuckoldry, not only the lure of having sex with someone else yourself, but the thought of watching your spouse with someone else. The more extreme versions of cuckoldry are like Dani’s fiancé. He is locked up and can’t have sex with another woman, while he witnesses his woman with other men. He knows that even if he has children, they won’t be his, except to raise. Why don’t we eat now?”

I noticed that François possessively put his arm around his wife. Even the discussion of cuckolding made him want to possess her. I guessed that before the day was over, he would.

We went through the buffet lines. There were lots of eggs and meats to satisfy the wolves, and plenty of other things to please the humans. After we sat down, and we needed three tables to seat everyone, Master started playing with our Lush toys as he fed us. Naturally, we needed to orgasm as he played. One or the other of us would ask for permission to cum. About half the time we received it, the other half we didn’t. Being out in public, dressed as we were, and with Simone’s family observing us, it didn’t make much difference that the only time a waitress approached our table, it was to refill our glasses, it was still embarrassing and arousing for me to ask for permission to cum in front of everyone.

Dani was the same. The only thing she was missing out on was her fiancé getting a movie of her slutty performance. The two youngest, tittered each time we asked, and watched in fascination each time we climaxed. The parents hid it better, but seemed amused as well. One of our servers, refilling my orange juice, gasped as I orgasmed in front of her. I’d asked permission to cum, and been denied, so tried to hold it, finally exploding in front of her astonished eyes. My moaning, which I managed to keep fairly quiet, was plenty loud for her to hear, and she over poured my juice. Quinn had to tip her carafe up before she emptied it on the tablecloth.

“Did you just orgasm?” she whispered to me.

“Uh huh,” I whimpered. “There’s a sex toy in my pussy my Master is controlling it.”

She glanced at the big man beside me, who smiled at her, hearing our exchange.

“I wouldn’t mind submitting to him,” she whispered back.

“What time do you get off, Rose?” Quinn said, (her name from her name tag).

“At five.”

“Why don’t you join us after you’re done,” giving her his room number.

“I’m sorry,” Genevieve said. “I should have told you earlier. I have a roast in the oven. Simone explained how a lot of you are on a Paleo diet. It’s due to come out of the oven at 5:30. I wanted to thank you for lunch yesterday, and brunch today. I was hoping you’d join us at five.”

Quinn nodded thoughtfully. “Thank you, Genevieve. We’d love to join you. Rose, what I’d like you to do, is go home after work, and shave yourself. Remove all of the hair from your groin. Come to my room at nine tonight, and I’ll make sure you leave it satisfied.”

“Oui, Monsieur,” Rose said, blushing, as everyone at our table now knew what she would be doing later.

I saw Isabelle get a calculated look on her face. I wondered what she would be up to next. Rose seemed quite solicitous of our table the rest of our meal. I’m not sure I blamed her, knowing what she was getting later. I already knew she’d leave the hotel more than satisfied. The rest of our meal was more normal, at least for us. It didn’t mean our toys weren’t still played with, or that we didn’t have to ask permission to orgasm, or that we wouldn’t be getting spanked later.

Before the Bonifays left, Daphne and Nat went up to our room to catch up on their relationship. Daphne was very happy before they left again, as was Nat. Just because he had sex with others, didn’t mean he didn’t miss his mate, or vice versa.

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Arriving at François and Genevieve’s residence, precisely at five, Master helped remove our coats and took off our leashes. We were still wearing the slutty clothes from the restaurant, and we still had Lushes in our pussies, though Quinn took the time to recharge them before we left the hotel. Quinn was sitting in the living room as Dani and I helped set the table, along with Nina and Jean.

Isabelle came to the living room, stark naked, her pussy shaved, and knelt at Quinn’s feet. She had a collar around her neck. This explained her expression at brunch.

“Master, I am your submissive,” Isabelle said.

Both her parents gasped. “Isabelle!” both shouted. Her brother was staring at her.

“No, you’re not. Take off that ridiculous collar,” Quinn said.

“But I’m yours,” she said.

“You don’t get to decide who I take as my submissive. You don’t put a collar on and throw yourself at someone. A Master puts his collar on you. Take it off, now.”

She tearfully removed the collar, then Quinn pulled her over his lap and spanked her hard thirty times, apologizing once more to her parents for chastising their daughter.

“Now, put on some clothes before you embarrass your family further.” He stood her on her feet and pushed her towards the bedrooms. She returned ten minutes later, dressed, her eyes still red and face blotchy from crying.

“You’re not a submissive if you try to control me, which is what you were trying to do: to force me to take you,” Quinn told her. “You’re still a bossy spoiled child, trying to get her own way.”

“I thought for sure you’d take her,” François said. “I couldn’t believe you refused what she was offering.”

“That time may come,” Quinn said, “but not until she learns humility and her place, which is not in charge of me. Apologize to your parents.”

“I’m sorry,” Isabelle said. “I can’t seem to do anything right. They don’t even want me as a brood mare. It seems I’ll be living here forever.”

“Is that how you approach prospective employers,” Quinn asked, “as if you’re owed a job?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

“No one owes you anything. Your parents already gave you your life. It’s up to you, what you do with it. Not them, not anyone else. If you walk into an interview with a metaphoric collar on your neck, and demand a job, you won’t get it, any more than I’ll take you as a submissive. Grow up.”

Other than that little snafu, it was sort of business as usual, except for Dani and me having to ask for permission to orgasm several times. We didn’t get it all the time, nor were we punished at their house. My suspicion was, Quinn wanted to do it in front of Rose. We left in time for us to get back before nine, with Genevieve inviting us back for brunch at their house. She said Jean and Nina would be back at school, so it would only be them and Isabelle.

We were all starkers before Rose arrived. We still had the pink Lush tails sticking out of our pussies. I opened the door to let Rose in.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Rose knelt on the floor at Quinn’s feet. “Master, may I serve you?”

“Why do you want to?”

That stumped her for a few seconds. Apparently, she thought he would just claim her.

“I was in a submissive relationship before. I liked it, but my Master moved and I didn’t want to go with him. He was okay as a Master, but he would never have thought of taking me out to a restaurant and make me orgasm in public. I became aroused as you did it to your other sluts.”

“Did you shave for me?”

“Yes, sir. May I show you?”

“Yes, you may.”

Rose stood up and shed her clothes. She was a hottie.

“Show me how you lick a cunt.”

“Whose cunt shall I lick, sir?”

He pointed to Randa. “Her.”

“May I lick your cunt, Miss?” Rose asked.

Randa spread her legs. “Please do.”

In ten minutes, Randa had an orgasm.

“How’d she do?” Quinn asked.

“I think everyone here has more experience, but she did quite well. I certainly wouldn’t turn it down,” Randa said. Rose smiled.

“What else, sir?”

“I want you to suck Nat’s cock, slut,” pointing

Rose immediately went to him and started sucking his cock, extracting his cum in less than ten minutes.

“Verdict, Nat?”

“She’s a natural cocksucker, with some previous training,” he replied. “I suspect her prior Dominant.”

“Do you want to get fucked, slut?”

“If it would please you, sir.”

“If I were to accept you as a submissive, are you willing to move to Maine?” Quinn asked.

“That’s not too far. I’d be willing to move, sir.”

“You’d be required to petition for a work visa,” Quinn said. “If you petition, I have some government contacts that could see it approved.”