The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“I’m now your Dominant. You can’t have an orgasm without permission. You have to ask for permission, and receive it. Your orgasms now belong to me. You can’t touch yourself, masturbate, use dildos, vibrators or anything, without asking me for permission. No sex of any kind, with anyone. You’re my bitch now. Ingrid is going to start licking you. When you get close to an orgasm, you have to ask for my permission to cum. I may give it, I may not. You don’t know. If you cum, without my permission, I’m going to spank your bare ass twenty times. It will be hard, it will hurt. You know this. You know I’m going to spank you if you cum without my permission, so you’re going to resist cumming as much as you can. You’ll do multiplication tables in your head, think about anything else you can, to keep from cumming. Are you ready?”

“I think so.”

“Ingrid, start licking this slut.”

Ingrid laughed. “Yes, ma’am.”

Ingrid pulled Gretchen’s legs apart and started licking. I held her hands loosely in mine and started kissing her and licking her breasts. It wasn’t long before Ingrid had her squirming.

“I need to cum. Please let me cum.”

“Ask me properly. I’m your Mistress.”

“Please, Mistress. Please let me cum.”

“No, if you cum, I’m going to spank your bare ass twenty times. Don’t you dare cum, slut.”

Gretchen moaned and tried to close her legs. She wasn’t strong enough. Ingrid kept her legs apart and kept lapping.

“Oh, fuck! Mistress, you must let me cum. Please.”

“No.” I renewed my assault on her puckered nipples, sucking and nipping them with my teeth.

“Oh, God,” Gretchen moaned.

“I am your God,” I said. “You must obey me.”

“I don’t think I can help myself; I’m going to cum, Mistress.”

“You’ll be spanked if you do.”

Gretchen strained to the nth degree, not to cum. Her muscles were tight, her pregnant belly quivering, her legs shaking. Suddenly she started bucking on the bed.

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” she screamed.

Gretchen started squirting. Ingrid covered her pussy with her mouth to absorb it all, swallowing rapidly, although Gretchen was thrashing so much, it was hard for her to stay anchored on her cunt. Her convulsions seemed to go on for over a minute, before she suddenly collapsed on the bed, exhausted. Ingrid cleaned up a little more, and every few seconds, Gretchen would have another brief spate of tremors.

“Okay, that’s like the orgasms I have. It’s called edging. Keeping you aroused as long as possible without allowing you cum, until finally, you have no choice. Right now, you feel incredibly good, and you’re sated with sex. Now I’m going to punish you. Stand up, bend over and put your hands on the bed and brace yourself for your spanking.”

Gretchen did as I asked. “Each time I smack you, I want you to say, ‘Thank you, Mistress, may I please have another.’ If you don’t say it, that one won’t count, and I’ll add another. Are we clear?”

“Yes,”

“Yes, ‘Mistress’. That’s one more for not addressing me properly. Say it again. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Better.”

I’d been spanked often enough, I figured I could do a proper job of it, but I held back too much on the first one. Her skin didn’t pink up at all.

“Thank you, Mistress. May I please have another.”

I hit her harder this time. At least she flinched.

“Thank you, Mistress. May I please have another.”

Even harder. I saw my handprint on her ass, so I figured it was hard enough. Her ass would turn red.

“Thank you, Mistress. May I please have another.”

I remembered to move my hand around, not concentrating too much on any one spot. Twenty-one is not that many, so I knew she’d be okay. I did turn her ass a pretty shade of dark pink. I couldn’t call it red. She dutifully thanked me, and even squealed a few times when I got a good one in on the same spot I’d hit before. I finished up, then shoved two fingers up her twat, and she went off again, cumming hard.

“You forgot to ask for permission to cum,” I said. “Twenty more.”

“No fair. I didn’t know you were going to do that. I didn’t even have time to ask.”

“No fair, Mistress, I didn’t have time to ask. You must really want me to spank your ass,” I laughed. “We’re done now. That’s pretty much what it’s like, except I get spanked more and harder, and I might even cum before fingers get shoved up my cunt. Even you have to admit you had a short fuse.”

Gretchen stood up and hugged me. “It wasn’t too bad. Maybe I see a little of the appeal, but now I need a hug.”This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Aftercare. Punishment should always come with aftercare. Hugs are good.” I pulled her down on the bed and hugged her. I stroked her hair.

“You were such a good girl. You took your spanking very well. I’m proud of you.”

Gretchen nestled deeper in my arms. “I am a good girl. Would my Mistress like me to lick her some more.”

“Oh, definitely. Three more orgasms, slut, and do a good job this time.”

Gretchen laughed. “Yes, Mistress. Your wish is my command.”

She wiggled down my body, kissing me all the way, and gave me four, before I pulled her back up into my arms. I smelled myself on her face, and licked my juices from around her mouth. Ingrid snuggling on the other side, we went to sleep.

******

Eating breakfast the next morning, Sue and James joined us. They looked tired, as if they’d been up half the night. With Gretchen’s bed in the basement, and theirs upstairs. We might not have heard them having wild monkey sex all night.

“Did you scream last night, Gretchen?” Sue asked. “Something about you cumming?”

“Yes, I did. Jessica was showing me what her submission was like. She wouldn’t let me orgasm under threat of a bare ass spanking, and when I finally climaxed, I squirted on Ingrid. It was pretty special, and then I got my spanking, and that wasn’t bad either. Then I was a good girl and licked my Mistress to four more orgasms, so she wouldn’t punish me again. I could kind of see the appeal by the time we went to sleep after that monster orgasm. Not sure I could do it, but I get why Jessica does.”

“Sue and I talked about what you suggested, Jessica. How hard would that be to arrange?” James asked.

“So, Sue wants to feel two cocks inside of her at once,” I laughed. “How about three?”

“Jessica, I’m not going to let you talk to my parents anymore. You’re a bad influence,” Gretchen said.

“I know. I got you knocked up when you said you’d never take a dick.”

“Three cocks?” Sue asked.

“One for your mouth, your pussy and your ass,” I said. “If you’re going in for a penny, might as well shoot for a pound.”

“Oh, my.”

“Have you ever had anal sex before?”

They both looked at Gretchen.

“Don’t look at me, I don’t know the answer to that question. I’m not a child anymore. You can answer. I won’t die. I had a screaming orgasm last night before I was spanked, for heavens sake.”

“We tried it once,” James said. “We were both kind of drunk, so thought we’d try it. Sue said it was painful.”

“Going about it all wrong,” I said. “First, you should prepare ahead of time. Wear some anal plugs for a few days to get stretched out ahead of time, remove some of the fear of having something in your butt. Next, don’t do it when you’re drunk. You tend to be rushed and careless when you’ve been drinking. Go slow and careful. Let Sue get used to something inside of her before the sex starts. You might want to consider Sue getting on top, cowgirl, except in her butt instead of her pussy. That way, she controls the depth and speed. She’ll go at a pace that’s comfortable for her. You should do it again before having someone else do it. The men who would join you, all have rather large cocks, so you don’t want to start with them. You should go pick out a couple plugs from a sex toy shop, some lubricant. Put a smaller one inside of you first, then a larger size when you’ve gotten used to the first one. Using lots of lube, try it again and see if it doesn’t feel much better than the first time. Oh, and either use a condom, or take three or four enemas ahead of time. It’s a lot nicer that way.”

“Have you ever done three men at once, Jessica?” Sue asked.

“I’m a slut. I did five once, using both of my hands. See.” I pulled up my shirt and showed them my belly tattoo, then pulled down my pants so they could see the tattoos on my mons. “Total slut. Beware hanging around me too much.”

“Why do you have wolf tattoos?” James asked, somewhat shocked I’d just shown him my coochie.

“My Master’s name is Whelan. It means wolf in Irish. Call me when you know for sure what you want to do. I don’t even have to remain in town to arrange it. Whoever it is, will be is guaranteed clean and healthy. They even clean up after themselves.”

“What do you mean?” Sue asked.

“They lick up all the cum dripping out of you.”

“Oh, my.”

******

We stopped off to see Melanie on the way back to my parent’s place. Like Gretchen, she was more pregnant than I was.

She was happy. She was still working, though shorter hours.

“Where are your bodyguards?” I asked.

“They don’t come in during the day, hanging around in a car outside in four hour shifts. After Martin gets home, one will come in sometimes for the evening, so it doesn’t look so suspicious, like I’m having a gentleman caller when my husband’s away.”