Let them go. But they are very insistent

With some **** you untie Rose from the couch. She looks up at you with submissive eyes, obviously awaiting a command to pleasure you. Instead, you step back and gesture to Margot before taking a seat in an armchair.

"Release the other bitch," you order, seeing Rose scamper to obey and hearing Margot whimper with expectant need. In a few moments Margot is free, slumping onto the floor on her hands and knees, her eyes fixed on you, her mouth trembling and needy, here eyes wide and liquid.

You stare at the two trembling teens, savouring their submission and your power over them. Your mind seeks ways to use them to discover something of their secret conclave, while your thickening cock craves to plunge into their tender bodies yet again. Whimpering with wanton desire, the two of them start to crawl across the floor towards you, their ripe young asses raises and wiggling, their mouths slack and trembling with need.

You smile cruelly at their self abasement, wondering how two such haughty young bitches could so quickly succumb to erotic degradation. This seems like more than just a desire to distract you and more like a feral imperative has been awakened in them. Or reawakened? Is there something in the rituals of their secret club that has created this? Some practise that has trained them to eager submission and degradation?

The girls reach your feet and bow their heads, their eyes rolling up to look at you, their pert young asses wiggling like puppies eager to please.

"Command us, Master!" Rose whimpers as Margot whines with soft desperation. "Command your otter bitches!"