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The Secret - part 6

By DoggyStyle57 - November 2012

Hans and Ryan went to bed relatively early. Or at least, they went to their bedroom and locked the doors. Both of them. One of the first things Karl had fixed when he moved into the house was to repair that broken latch on the kids' door to the shared bathroom. He said he wanted Ryan to be sure her privacy wouldn't be interrupted. But he also wanted to be able to keep the kids out of the bathroom when he or Melanie were using it. There was still an odd little emergency key that could be used from outside the bathroom, to open either locked door. But it took a very deliberate act to get that key from a hallway cupboard and use it.

As soon as the doors were locked, Hans stripped and started putting on his girly stuff. "I wanna get some more practice walkin' in those high-heeled shoes, and doin' my hair like a girl," he said. He started by putting on the red thigh-high stockings and high heels that Melanie had purchased to go with his Princess outfit. Then he put on the red baby doll nightgown set, with the lace edged red satin crotchless panties, the lace edged red satin bra, and the silky transparent red baby doll nightgown. This time he tried not to let his cock or balls fall out through the crotchless part of the panties.

Ryan stripped down to her panties, then sat beside Hans on the bed and brushed his hair out. She clipped a pretty red bow barrette on each side of his face, and then said, "You're gorgeous! I don't think I could ever be that sexy, Hans!"

"Oh, I bet you could, of you wanted to," Hans replied, blushing. "But I think you're pretty just like that. Really!"

"Oh, go on!" Ryan said, blushing. "You're just saying that 'cause you're stuck with just me for your girlfriend now."

"I'm serious," Hans insisted. "And I'm happy that you're my girlfriend. Don't you ever say I'm 'stuck' with you. It makes it sound bad, and it's not bad to be your boyfriend! You know, though... your braids are really cute when you let people see them, but I bet if we undid them and brushed your hair out that your hair would look even nicer than my hair does. Can I see you with your hair down?"

"I guess," she said, unfastening the elastic on her left braid. "You practice walking and moving like you're dancing. It takes me a while to brush them out. That's why I usually let you shower first. I'm spending all that time brushing."

"Oh? I couldn't tell, 'cause by the time I come out, you had a towel around your hair and one around your body. An' when you came back, out, you always had it braided again."

"Yeah, well, it's easier to braid it tightly when it's wet," she said.

Hans danced and twirled around the room, admiring his reflection in their dressing mirror and trying to be graceful and feminine, in spite of the wobbly feeling of the high heeled shoes. He couldn't help giggling and laughing happily at how pretty and girly he looked. He tried to keep his weight on his toes, like Miss Melanie had advised, but it wasn't easy.

"Ryan? Why does your mom take it so good that I like girly things?" Hans asked. "My dad has a pretty hard time with the idea. An' I bet most of the kids at school would laugh at me or call me names if they saw me now. I only know three other kids at school, an' one older kid, that I know I could let see me like this, an' not be afraid of how they would act."

"I dunno," Ryan replied. "Maybe it's because we have some gay an' lesbian friends, an' some that go both ways? I know there's one guy that we always see at the pagan camp-outs, an' he wears dresses an' makeup an' has a boyfriend, an' nobody minds that. Guys hug an' kiss guys an' girl hug an' kiss girls, an' it's all okay, you know? Mommy even had a girlfriend, once. I mean, for three months Mossflower acted like she was mommy's boyfriend, an' they kissed an' stuff. Gran'ma an' Gran'pa say that some people just gotta do things their own way, an' there's no harm in it if they are different. You look real pretty in girly stuff, so why should we mind if you like it? You get to know our pagan friends, and I'll bet not one of them will mind you being girly."

When Ryan had her hair all brushed out, there was a fair amount of wave and curl in it, from being in the tight braids for so long. And her hair came down to the middle of her back, just as long as Hans' hair was. "Can't do much with it other than braid it back up again, until I wash it. An' then the curl goes 'poof!' an' it hangs as straight as yours does."

"Leave it like that tonight, an' we can wash each other's hair tomorrow morning," Hans requested. Then he sat beside Ryan and kissed her.

"Mummm, that's nice," Ryan said. "Well, you wanna do each other?"

"Of course I do! You're delicious, an' I love that cute howl you make when you cum!" Hans said, as he kicked off his shoes and tumbled onto the bed with Ryan.

===

Karl Bernerholdt waited somewhat impatiently in the living room, resting his rump on the back of the couch, with only one table lamp left on near the foot of the stairs to light the room for him. His girlfriend, Melanie Kelley, was upstairs, setting up some kind of kinky slave girl / bondage sex fantasy in their bedroom. He was to wait until he heard her ring a bell, then enter the room and pretend that he was her Master, and she was his helpless sex slave. He'd never done this sort of thing before, so he was quite uncertain what to expect. All he knew was that Melanie had assured him it would be fantastic sex.

The kids had already gone to bed, though from the sounds of an occasional howl or giggle coming from upstairs in their bedroom, it sounded like his eight year old son, Hans, and his girlfriend's ten year old daughter, Ryan, were rather enthusiastically mating. On the one hand, it was reassuring to him to hear the boy having sex with his new girlfriend. It certainly put Karl's mind more at ease about his son's sexual preferences, after seeing Hans happily dancing and twirling around in the living room this evening with Ryan, while the boy was wearing high heels, a princess costume, and with his hair and face done up like a girl! But on the other hand, he could still hardly believe that the two kids were sexually active at all, let alone that Ryan's mother was encouraging them to mate any time they wished!

Karl had been rather surprised when Melanie had calmly informed him she had caught Hans taking Ryan's virginity. His son was still too young, by most people's standards, to be having sex at all, and so was Ryan. Yet Karl also knew from his own experience that, like most anthro canines, he had become aware of his own cock's ability to give himself pleasure and had started masturbating when he was about Hans' age, and he supposed that if he had been given access to a willing partner, he would happily have started having sex that young himself. Melanie herself had admitted to having conceived Ryan when she was only eleven, so she was comfortable with the idea that a ten year old girl could enjoy sex.

Ryan howled again. Yes, Karl thought, that little girl definitely enjoyed sex. Melanie had performed a Wiccan 'handfasting' ritual for the children when she caught them engaged in sex. She said it was one sure way to protect Ryan from the heartache of being 'used and discarded' like Melanie had been by Ryan's father. At least with the handfasting, the kids would have a year together, to either become a committed couple, or at least know that they tried, and it just didn't work.

Since the handfasting, Karl had gotten on the Internet to check the actual state laws regarding kids and sex. He knew, of course, that it was simply illegal for an adult to mate with kids their age, or for kids that young to get married. Age of consent in general for anthro canines in this state was 14 to have sex with anyone 14 or older, but if the older person was in a position of authority, like a teacher, it was 16. But he was surprised to find that under the age of 14, there were special rules that made it, if not legal, then at least not an automatic rape case. Someone 11, 12 or 13 years old could legally consent to have sex with someone who was less than 4 years older, and for someone 10 or under, it was legal for them to consent to sex if the older person was no more than 3 years older! Ryan and Hans were less than two years apart in age, so as long as no one complained, it wasn't rape for them to have consensual sex with each other. There was only one thing that would throw a wrench into that situation. If Karl and Melanie got married, then Ryan and Hans would become stepsister and stepbrother, and it would become illegal for them to mate until they were both at least fourteen, or until they were at both at least twelve and got married, with signed parental consent. He'd have to talk to Melanie about that, if the kids still wanted to be mates after a year together.

Karl's musings were interrupted by the clear ringing of a small hand bell upstairs. He turned off the lamp, walked up the darkened stairs, and opened Melanie's bedroom door, without knocking.

===

The bedroom was lit only by candles - over a dozen of them, scattered around the room on almost every dresser and table top.

On their dresser, an array sex toys was neatly laid out. There was a blindfold; a ball gag; two vibrators; a butt plug; a tube of lubricating gel; a riding crop; two coils of silken rope, with a sturdy pair of scissors that were apparently for cutting pieces of rope from the coils; and the spool of chain, with a set of chain cutting pliers; and a bag of padlocks with a single key beside them. The hand bell that she had rung was also on the dresser.

The bed had been draped in a blood red silken sheet, and more of the silken rope had been tied to each of the four bed posts and to the legs of the footboard of the bed, to provide obvious places to tie her down, or to attach more ropes or chains to. The top edge of the footboard had also been padded with a pair of black bath towels, folded and draped over the edge.

Melanie was kneeling submissively at the foot of the bed, her forehead lowered to the floor so far that the back of her neck was exposed to him, and her hair fell over her face. She was wearing the red leather collar and wrist and ankle cuffs that they had bought at Leather Dreams, and nothing else. Two silver chains connected rings on the sides of her collar to a ring on each wrist cuff, giving her barely enough length to crawl on all fours, with her head almost touching the ground, but not enough to be able to reach below her waist. These chains were all secured with small locks. Another chain was looped through one of the rope loops on the bed post, locked at that end and locked to another ring on her collar. Chained as she was, she could get on the bed or crawl around fairly close to any side of it, but she couldn't reach the dresser or anything else in the room.

The collie girl's long black hair was unbound, and she raised her head, looking through her disarrayed hair, and asked fearfully, "Has... has Master come to u-use his girl? H-how may this girl serve you, Oh Master?"

"I haven't decided yet," he said uncertainly, as he stepped close enough to be within the range of her chain leash. "Come and undress me, slave."

Melanie crawled over to where he stood. With her head forced to be so low, it was difficult for her to move forward on all fours without catching her long hair under her hands or knees. When she got to Karl, she sat up on her knees, with her hand remaining passively against her chest, and started trying to unfasten his belt using just her mouth and teeth.

"You may use your hands, girl," he said impatiently. "We haven't got all night."

She complied, and soon had his pants around his ankles, and with some difficulty she got him stripped from the waist down. But when she tried to stand to take off his shirt, she apparently couldn't, because her chained hands made it too difficult to get her balance and rise. After watching her try and fail to rise twice, Karl reached down and took her under the arms, lifting her to her feet.

"Thank you, Master," she said, blushing as she started unbuttoning his shirt and unfastening his tie. "I am sorry I am so clumsy."

"No matter," Karl said, petting her hair affectionately and brushing it out of her eyes with his fingertips. "What to do with you, though? So many choices..."

"Are you going to tie me to the end of the bed?" she asked. "You... You still haven't tried using my ass yet, Master, and you've had me every other way. I've washed it very clean for you, if it would please you to take my anal virginity?"

That surprised Karl. He'd had anal sex occasionally with other girls - even with his ex wife - but never with Melanie. She was so petite that he hadn't thought she would like it. Now here she was, suggesting that he could fuck her ass. Well, why not?

"That would please me, yes. Bend over the end of the bed," he commanded.

"Yes, Master!" she said, placing her waist on the padded top of the footboard, spreading her feet as wide as she could, and laying her torso face-down on the bed, with her hands raised as high as the chains would allow.

Karl suppressed a small chuckle as he noticed that her position conveniently placed each of her wrists right next to the end of a rope tied to each of the headboard posts, and that her ankles were right next to loops of rope tied to the legs of the footboard. The ropes attached to the footboard posts were neatly coiled to either side of her waist, an obvious invitation to use those to secure her further.

He tied her feet first, tightening the ropes enough to pull her feet just off the floor. Then he tied the ropes to her waist, so she couldn't move side to side. Last, he fastened the ropes from the headboard posts to each wrist cuff, noting that he was not only pulling at her wrists, but through the chains to her collar, also pulling at her neck. He was careful not to do that too tightly.

"Comfy?" he asked.

"I cannot move at all, Master, but I am unhurt," she reassured him. "Will... will you also be putting a vibrator inside me, Master?"

He went to the array of toys, and picked up the tube of lubricant gel and an egg-shaped vibrator with a corded battery pack and controller. It was obviously made to insert into the vagina or anus. He walked back to her and fingered her slit until she was very wet and moaning, and then he turned on the vibrator and slowly slipped it into her vagina. When it was as far in as he could push it, and started applying lubricating gel to her tight anus, as she raised her tail invitingly.

"Ohhh Master!" she gasped, as just one finger slowly eased into her. "That already feels so big! I'm afraid I will scream and wake your children, if you fuck my ass! M-maybe you had better gag me, Master? I would not displease you by waking them."

Karl listened for a moment. The kids did seem to have quieted down, and he didn't want them to think he was hurting Melanie. He went back over to the dresser, and looked at the ball gag. Beside it was a note in Melanie's handwriting that read, 'If you gag me, place the bell in my hand. One ring means yes, and two means no, if you want to ask questions. Ringing it continuously, is the same as shouting my safeword. But ignore any screams! I promise, that's just acting.' He picked up the gag and the bell, and put the bell in her hand, before fastening the gag so the perforated plastic ball was deep in her muzzle, wedging her jaws open. "Is that on right?" he asked, and she rang her bell once.

She was starting to squirm and moan in response to the vibrator as he finished lubricating her ass. She was much tighter than he would have thought, and it occurred to him that he really might be taking her anal virginity. Certainly it didn't seem as if she had ever had anything as large as his thick cock shoved into that tight brown hole before! He could barely get two fingers into her, and his cock was thicker than that. "Slave? Have you ever had a man's cock up your ass before?" he asked.

She rang the bell twice, quite distinctly, and her body began to quiver and shake, as if she was starting to cry.

But it had been her suggestion for him to fuck her ass, and she wasn't showing any sign of using the bell to give her safeword, so he placed the tip of his cock at her back door and started shoving it into her. There was a moment of resistance, where it seemed he wouldn't be able to penetrate her without tearing something, and then suddenly her ass relaxed just barely enough for him to slip into her bowels.

She arched her back and screamed as his full length popped into her, and she writhed as much as her bound state would permit. But the bell clutched in her hand remained silent and firmly pressed down against the mattress so it could not ring. He withdrew half a stroke, afraid that he would see blood, and that he had really hurt her. But although she was unbelievably tight, she was not bleeding. He shoved his cock in again, and then asked, "Your bell still works?"

She immediately rang it, just once, to reassure him that she was quite capable of giving her safeword, but had not chosen to.

"Then I will keep using your ass, slave!" he said. Karl started seriously fucking her ass then, trying to ignore the way she was writhing and half-moaning, half screaming under him, her outbursts muffled by the ball gag. But her bell remained silent, and he had to admit, this felt incredible. As his knot started to swell, he said, "Brace yourself. I'm going to tie with you."

Her bell rang once, and then she screamed more, but this time clearly with pleasure from an orgasm, as the combined sensation of his growing knot popping in and out of her butt plus the vibrator deep in her vagina drove her over the top.

Karl popped the knot in and out one more time, and then it stuck fast, deep in her bowels, as he flooded her with his seed. He realized that he was now just as much a prisoner as she was. Stuck in her ass, he could not reach the ropes attached to her wrists or ankles. He wasn't even sure he could release the Velcro safety releases in her cuffs! He sagged over her back, holding her close as his cock just kept throbbing and spurting, for the longest orgasm that he could recall ever having experienced. Beneath him, Melanie climaxed four more times before subsiding into a quivering, panting limp state.

When his knot finally diminished enough to let him pull out, he withdrew, and immediately took her gag off. "Are you all right?" he asked, unable to keep acting as if she was only property.

"Master? That - Was - Incredible! This girl loves her master's cock up her ass!" she said enthusiastically, remaining in character as a slave girl. Her eyes were dry, and there was no sign that she had actually cried a single tear.

"Should I release you now?" he asked uncertainly. "Are we done?"

"Did I not please my Master? If Master does not want to fuck my ass again, he may certainly release me. But my ass is ready for another round, if Master wishes to fuck me again," she said with a grin.

Karl replaced her gag and used her ass a second time, giving both of them intense orgasms as he tied in her ass again. This time, when he was able to withdraw, he released her, and said, "Okay, 'Garlic'. I want to end this for now, so you can tell me how much of that was real, and so I can be absolutely certain that I didn't hurt you."

"Awww, that's sweet," Melanie said. "Okay, first, you didn't do anything I wasn't ready to accept. But you figured that out since I didn't use my safeword, and you didn't quit."

"I thought so, but thank you for confirming that. Was that really your first time with anal sex?" he asked.

"It was my first time with a real male's cock up my butt, or anything as big as you, yes. You're the first male I have ever trusted enough to allow them to try that with me," Melanie stated. "But back when I was with Mossy, she probably fucked my butt about two dozen times, using a strap-on dildo that's about two thirds as big as you are. So I knew I could probably take it. I did it to her quite a few times that way too, and we both used that toy to fuck each other, as if the one wearing it was a boy."

"And I didn't hurt you? Some of that screaming sounded pretty real," Karl said.

"Well, I really did need the gag the first time, I'll admit," she replied. "Geeze! I hadn't realized just how much thicker than her dildo you are, until you started fingering my ass! Or maybe it's just that it's been eight months or so since anything bigger than one of my own fingers has been up my butt. But Goddess! On your first penetration, and again when you popped your knot into me, my knees would have buckled if I had any weight on them! That was incredibly intense. It did hurt, but not in a way that lasts, or feels bad once it's over. And other than that, no it didn't hurt. The second time was fine, and if you want to include anal play in our normal lovemaking, that's fine with me."

"All right then. I need a shower. Share one with me?" Karl said

"Gladly," she said, kissing him passionately. "Want to trade places next time, with you wearing the collar?"

"Maybe," Karl said. "Ummm, if I do, does that mean... you would want to fuck my butt? I've never even had a finger up my ass! Not mine, or a doctor, or anyone's!"

"I certainly won't do that to you if you say I can't, up front," Melanie replied. "But I do own a strap-on, and you oughta try it at least once. It won't hurt you, or make you gay, for pity's sake. It just stimulates you in ways you haven't yet imagined. And it really is quite intense. When a girl fucks a guy's butt with a strap on, it's called 'pegging', by the way. Quite a few guys who are absolutely straight enjoy butt play. It's not just a gay thing."

"Let me think about that," he said. "But, I suppose... when I do put the collar on for you, I'll allow you to fuck my ass. I guess trust ought to go both ways, right?"