The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

When we stopped for lunch, Master convinced Sherry to pull down her shorts so I could lick her to a couple of orgasms as she sat on a rock, eating. We’d stepped off the trail enough we weren’t entirely visible to the people who casually walked by, but enough that if they were looking around, might see us. Of course, watching me gave him a hard on, which I also had to relieve.

We got back to the Inn around four. Sherry rushed home to get some other clothes, while we took showers, and put on more appropriate clothes for a night out. As soon as Sherry got back, we went out with a Lush in Sherry’s pussy, and me wearing my leash attached to my collar.

Sherry was amused by all the looks I was getting with my leash on, turning into horror when all those looks were directed to our table and Master turned her toy on. Those same eyes were directed to her when she started shivering in what looked to be a terrific orgasm. He only did it a couple of times at supper, saving the battery for the dancing later. We ate a good hot meal and headed over to The Cabana Club to dance to live music again.

The two wolves from Grand Junction were due to arrive at eight, which gave us about ninety minutes to dance before they got there. Master put Sherry’s Lush in music mode when we walked through the door and she started having a real good, though somewhat embarrassing time, although she could hide it better when she was dancing then sitting, so she danced a lot, and also orgasmed a lot.

Every time I went up to the dance floor, I was led up by my leash, which my dance partner would loosely hold as we danced. I danced with everyone else at the table at least once, dancing with my husband most frequently. I was enjoying myself, the looks we got, and how aroused I felt being with him and the others, a juicy slut on the whole.

I was seated at the table with only Alicia as the other four were on the dance floor when a man came up to me. He leaned over so I could hear him above the music, which also allowed him to look down my dress.

“If you were with me, I’d never put a leash on you,”

“That would be your mistake then,” I replied.

“Huh?”

“You assumed that I don’t like this leash on me. That’s an incorrect assumption. At the right time and place, I love having a leash on me.”

That shut him up momentarily, then “Come dance with me.”

“You’ll have to ask the permission of my Master before I’ll dance with you.” I pointed him out.

“Oh.” That discouraged him for a moment, but after thinking about it for a few seconds, he went onto the dance floor and asked Sean if he could dance with me.

Sean refused whatever the fellow asked. Shortly after the fellow went back to his seat, a woman came up to me and asked me to dance. I got up to dance with her, handing her the end of my leash.

“Hi, my name is Jessica. What should I call you?” I asked, dancing cheek to cheek.

“Michelle.”

“How are you doing tonight, Michelle?”

“Pretty good. How do you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Come in here wearing a collar around your neck and being led around by a leash?”

“Ah, I’m on my honeymoon and thousands of miles from home. Whatever happens here, doesn’t really matter in the greater scheme of things.”

She was silent for a time, absorbing that piece of information.

“I wish someone would do that to me?”

“Do what?”

“Put a collar on me.”

It didn’t take me long to absorb the implications of that.

“Do you wish for a Mistress or Master to collar you?”

“Either one, really. I just want to be collared.”

“Do you live locally, or are you a tourist?” I asked.

“I live in Moab.”

“Do you know Sherry, the woman my husband is dancing with?” maneuvering her as I pointed her out.

Michelle looked at her for a few moments. “I’ve seen her around, but don’t know her well. I think she’s rung up groceries for me a couple of times.”

Before we could say anymore, my previous suitor, seeing that I was dancing with someone, came up and asked to cut in.

“No, you may not,” I said. “You already got your answer.”

“You’re dancing with her,” pointing to Michelle.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Did she ask your Master for permission to dance with you?”

“She didn’t have to. I could decide for myself. Go away. We’re talking.” I danced away from him.

He stood there in the middle of the dance floor for a few seconds, then came after me again, grabbing my arm.

I grabbed his thumb, twisting and torquing his wrist until his hand came off my arm, almost snapping his wrist, except he’d gone down to his knees. Alicia was suddenly standing beside me, her hand digging into his shoulder, a nerve pressure point we knew about. Brigitte had also moved closer.

“Problem?” Alicia asked, squeezing down until he didn’t know what hurt more, his wrist or shoulder.

“I don’t think so,” I said. I addressed myself to the kneeling man, but loud enough surrounding people could hear. “My husband, my Master, doesn’t care if I dance with women. Whether or not I dance with one is my choice. He gets to have the say if I dance with men, and he gave you his answer. No means no, no matter who tells you no. If you lay a hand on me again, you’re going to end up with broken bones. I’m not even the worst of your problems. I’ve only been taking self defense for about three years. The one gripping your shoulder has taken it for far longer, and she works as my bodyguard. Now, I’m pregnant, and any assault on me becomes a felony in most states. Unless you want to spend the prime of your life locked up in some jail cell somewhere, you’ll do me the courtesy of leaving me alone. Are we good?”

He nodded, grimacing in pain. I told Alicia to let him get up and I let go of his wrist. He got up and left the building, probably embarrassed he’d been manhandled by two women.

“Follow him, Alicia,” Brigitte said. “Make sure he leaves the parking lot.”

Alicia went after him and Brigitte danced closer to us as Michelle and I continued our interrupted dance.

“We’re meeting someone else here later who might be willing to collar a tasty morsel like you,” I said. “Would you be interested in meeting them?”

“Yes. That was amazing,” Michelle said. “I’ve never seen anything like that.”

“Lots of practice,” I said. “I lost my job a couple years ago and I’ve done lots of exercising since.”

“What do you do for money. Does your husband support you?”

“That’s an interesting story. I happened upon an interesting new way to make money. Would you like to hear more?”

“Sure.”

“Let’s have a seat again, and I’ll tell you all about it.”

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At eight, I saw Brigitte and Alicia subtly sniffing, and I knew the wolves were here. The new wolves could smell the two wolves at our table as well, so immediately made their way over. It was a man and a woman. They introduced themselves as Arturo and Julie. Like all wolves, they were magnificent physical specimens. He was 6-2, bronzed skin, black hair. I suspected him of being either Hispanic or Amerindian descent. Julie was a tawny blonde, 5-10, tanned but clearly of Anglo ancestry. Brigitte introduced the rest of us.

Brigitte paid more than the normal bit of deference to a wolf in their own territory, by which I assumed these two were high up in the hierarchy of the local pack. I later found out they were the alphas of the western Colorado, eastern Utah pack. They’d come to greet us personally, since we might be offering them a breeder. They were even more surprised we might be offering two.

We needed to take the rest of our meeting somewhere private. As we were about to leave, Alicia said, “We have a problem in the parking lot. The troublemaker is back.”

“Point him out,” Arturo said.

“He’s between the Nissan and Ford pickups on the south side of the parking lot,” Alicia said, “and he’s got a gun.” She’d obviously scented it, because I couldn’t see what she was pointing out.

Arturo pulled out his phone and spoke for a few seconds, then hung up. A minute later, his phone rang.

“The problem is dealt with,” he said after an even briefer conversation.

We walked over to the Inn and went to our room. I immediately disrobed and I told Michelle to do the same.

“Arturo and Julie may be the ones who put you into a collar. If you’re going to be a submissive, show your potential Dominants what they’d be getting.”

The fact I was already nude, made it a little easier for Michelle to accept doing the same, so she stripped off. Like Bonnie, she could stand to lose a few pounds, but I’m sure her Dominant would handle that. The fact that Sherry had orgasmed multiple times while wearing the Lush, and Michelle was aroused from stripping in front of strangers, had Arturo get an erection, which looked impressive.

I told the Colorado wolves that Michelle, who’d we’d just met at the club, was a submissive in search of someone to collar her as I was. I invited the two new wolves to undress and Michelle could show them how willing she’d be to orally pleasure a Master or Mistress. Wolves had no problem with nudity in front of strangers and immediately disrobed. They looked even better naked than clothed. Arturo looked to have a cock of over eight inches, with a good girth. Michelle started on him, struggling a little with his size, while first Brigitte, then Alicia, offered obeisance to the female alpha, both of them bringing Julie to orgasm.

Michelle choked down Arturo’s heavy load of cream, then started on Julie while Brigitte got two NDA’s for the two potential breeders. During the aforementioned proceedings, Sherry sat in Master’s lap watching the sex going on while he played with the toy in her pussy, causing her to orgasm two more times. The smell of ripe pussy was heavy enough even I could smell it by the time everyone was finished.

Brigitte handed out the NDAs to Michelle and Sherry and told them to read them carefully.

“If you want to get paid for providing children, you need to agree to, and sign these documents,” I said. “If you don’t sign, you need to leave, as we can’t tell you more without your signatures.”