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The McCloud children were all gathered about the family swimming pool in their home’s basement. Marcus, who was almost 20 years old, was in charge of the household while their parents enjoyed a dinner at Anthony’s to celebrate their 20th wedding anniversary. He was on break from the Cornerian Defence Force Academy, and was looking forward to beginning his flight training the following week on the new Arwing Mk 4. Given that he and his siblings were now older, their parents had decided to come out of retirement and resume their career as flight instructors. This meant that his father would be the one teaching him how to fly in space in the Arwing.

Ophelia relaxed in the posh tub in the corner alcove of the swimming pool room. At 16 years of age, she had just graduated from secondary school and was already looking at applying for admission to the University of Havenwood. She still was not sure what career path she should take, but was considering psychology, thinking that her telepathy could be a useful ability to help others in such a field. She smiled as she gazed at Nozomi and Kushinju who were playing in the swimming pool with her brother. Though she now understood that they were actually their uncle and aunt, she still felt more comfortable thinking of them as her siblings.

The 14-year-old twins, who had already studied biology in their secondary school class, now fully understood the significance of their relationship with Krystal McCloud. They accepted that the vixen was essentially their older sister, though they still loved her and Fox as their mother and father and called them ‘Mama’ and ‘Papa.’ It was for that same reason that they still considered Marcus and Lukas their brothers even though they strictly were their nephews. The same went for their nieces, Ophelia and Michelle, who they loved as their sisters. Truthfully, their relationship with the other McCloud children had not changed, though Marcus would still teasingly call them Uncle and Aunty, but that was only to playfully aggravate Ophelia.

Michelle was now 12, and her brother Lukas had just turned 10 a month ago while on summer holiday in New Cerinia. While they were there, they sat in class with some of the Cerinian children their age and listened to Elder Hiroshi tell the story of the Legacy of Cerinia. It had been a particularly important lesson for the other children since it gave them a fuller understanding of where they actually came from and what their sacred duty would be when they came of age. For Michelle and Lukas, the lesson was still significant because they now truly understood the twins’ relationship to them and those depicted on the family mural. And given that Lukas was four years younger than the twins, he had taken to calling them Uncle Nozomi and Aunt Kushinju, much to the latter’s embarrassment.

They had been playing for several hours and Marcus had just joined Ophelia in the posh tub when all began to sense that each of them was getting hungry. “You guys want to head upstairs and have dinner? Maybe we should order some meat pies to be delivered.”

“I want mine with fish.” chimed Lukas. “I’ll have beef in mine.” Ophelia put in. Before the others could pipe up with their requests, Marcus laughed and read their minds. “I’ll order two beef, two chicken, and two fish pies.”

They all got out of the pool and posh tub and went to take turns standing in the fur drying alcove. Once Marcus had mostly dried his coat of fur, he walked over to the edge of the pool. “We’ve been shedding a lot. We better get the pool cleaning robot started before our fur clogs the filters.”

“How about I get it started while you order the pies?” Ophelia offered.

“Sounds good to me.” Marcus replied and began heading upstairs to place the call, followed by the twins and Michelle. While Lukas was finishing off in the fur drying alcove, Ophelia went to the cleaning supply closet and began to pull out the pool cleaning equipment. It was a task that could have easily been done by ROB-16, but with their parents’ encouragement, the children had all taken to doing some of the home maintenance chores in order to learn self-sufficiency.

Ophelia withdrew the pool sweep from the closet and set it aside. “There should be a skimmer sock in there somewhere.” she thought to herself. She went inside the closet and began rummaging through all the pool maintenance supplies and equipment. As she did this, she tripped on a box and fell against the closet wall on her right, but instead hitting an unyielding surface, she yelped in surprise when she fell through the wall.

Upon getting back to her feet, Ophelia looked around in the gloom, finding herself in a room she had never seen before. “Sis, are you alright? I briefly sensed your surprise after you took a tumble.” she heard her brother think to her.

_“I’m okay, Marcus, though still confused.” _

“What do you mean?”

“I’m…uh…in a dark room behind the closet where the pool supplies are kept.” She could see strange furniture in the shadows and an odd bed in the center that had a frame above it. Next to the bed was another frame with a webbed netting supported by what appeared to be chains. The room smelled strongly of leather, rubber, and the lingering musky scent of her parents.

“Huh?!...I’ll be right down.”

Her eyes began to adjust to the gloom. Though she could see them more clearly, the strange furniture still mystified her. One looked like some sort of padded bench with two smaller padded rests of some sort on each side and a small padded rest slightly above one end of the bench. It then clicked in her mind. A person was supposed to lie on their front, with their arms and knees on the small padded rests on each side and their chin on the one above the end. There also seemed to be narrow slots just wide enough for a belt at each of padded surfaces. There was also a strange chair that had more of these strange slots along the curved back rest and also at the base and top of the front feet, just below the seat.

Ophelia walked further into the room and could now clearly see straps hanging from the corners, sides, and end of the bed with carabiners at the end of each strap. When she looked up and also saw chains hanging from the ceiling, she began to suspect what this room was used for. A cabinet sat against a wall to one side of her. She walked over to it and opened it just as Marcus walked in with a handheld light that illuminated the room.

Marcus gawked, seeing all the strange furniture and the chains hanging from the ceiling. “What is this room?” He glanced over to his sister when he heard the cabinet doors open and walked over to see what was inside. Within, they found various cuffs and what appeared to be body harnesses, some made of leather and some made of rubber. They also found what looked like a leather head and muzzle harness, with a bright red ball attached at the end where the mouth would be. There was also a black leather collar that Marcus picked up. “I recognize this….”

Ophelia eyed the collar and nodded. “I do too. I remember Pa wearing it when we were little. I had all but forgotten about it.” She and her brother then heard their younger brother and sister enter and turned around to see them looking around wide-eyed. They were almost immediately followed by the twins. Michelle went over to her brother, pointed to what Marcus had in his hands, and asked, “What’s that?”

“Uh…It’s a collar…”

She tilted her head and looked pensively. “Like what Pa, Ma, and the other guardians wear?”

Marcus looked pensively at the leather collar he held. This collar was very much different from the ornate ones his parents wore as guardians. It was thicker and heavier than the guardian collars and had three D-rings spaced out around its circumference. He was distracted from his musings by the clinking sound of the chains and turned to see Nozomi standing on the padded bench. His 14-year-old uncle had grabbed one of the chains hanging from the ceiling and set it swinging into the other chains. Kushinju then walked between Marcus and Ophelia to look into the cabinet. She noticed the leather cuffs, picked up one of them, and slid it around her small wrist, but the cuff was too large. She shrugged and put it back to instead examine what looked like some sort of strange harness that held two copies of their father’s erect maleness pointing in opposite directions from a joined base in the harness itself.

Seeing the adult toy, Marcus and Ophelia realized that this strange room was some sort of sexual play space for their parents. This was further confirmed when they noticed Lukas holding a clear plastic tube with a rubber liner on the inside that opened up at one end where the tube was wide enough to accommodate a knot. Both knew that it had to be some sort of male masturbation sleeve. When the youngest McCloud stuck his nose into the open end to sniff the inside, Ophelia could not help but giggle. She then burst into laughter when he said, “It smells like Papa when he and Mama make each other feel good.”

Marcus took the harnessed double-ended dildo from his little sister and put it back inside the cabinet, along with the collar, and closed the cabinet. While Ophelia took the strange masturbation tube from her little brother and put it back on the wheeled cart where he had found it, Marcus walked towards the far end of the room and shined his hand-held light at a door. When he opened it, he saw that it was a small bathroom. “I don’t get it. We all know that Ma and Pa love each other and have a happy sex life. So why this separate room with all the weird furniture and gear?”

“I think it’s for more than just sex.” Ophelia thought to her eldest brother.

Marcus frowned. “How come you are thinking to me only? Even when I was 10 like Lukas is now, I was not oblivious to what Ma and Pa did in their bedroom.” He then noticed the spiral stairway and started making his way up, wondering where it would lead.

As Ophelia herded the twins and her younger siblings out the door to the pool closet. “Guys, your brother and I need to have a private chat. We’ll see you upstairs.”

“Awww. I wanted to explore some more.” Lukas whined.

“That room was neat.” Nozomi commented. He grinned to his younger nephew. “Want to go outside and play?”

“Okay Uncle…” and the two young tods ran out of the pool room. Kushinju rolled her eyes. “Lukas is so weird sometimes.” She then heard Michelle giggle and ask, “What’s wrong Aunty?”

“Don’t you start, Sister.” she huffed and stalked off.

Ophelia quietly laughed to herself as she closed the hidden door to the room she and Marcus were in. She then turned and followed her brother up the spiral staircase. “It’s more than that, Marcus, and something that our younger siblings would not understand.”

“I’m the eldest, and twice as old as Lukas, and I don’t understand this either.” Marcus huffed.

“It’s in one of the psychology articles I read on sexual relationships. Ever noticed how Pa often worships Ma?” Ophelia asked her brother.

“Yeah, Pa adores Ma. And after seeing what Jock went through when his parents divorced, I am forever grateful that our parents love each other so much that they have sex almost every day.” He declared to his sister. By then, he had reached the top of the tightly winding spiral stairs to find himself standing in a small room that appeared to have no exit.

“It’s more than just sex. I read about this. Pa is what is called a ‘submissive’ which means that he’ll willingly let Ma do to him whatever she wants. Our parents are into what is called bondage and submission. I’m guessing that Pa loves it when Ma restrains and dominates him. That’s what those harnesses and cuffs are about. I’m guessing that strange furniture we saw in there is also used to restrain Pa.” Ophelia mentally said to her brother from the bottom of the spiral stairs.

“What?!? Why?” In that moment, everything that Marcus thought he knew about his father came crumbling down around him. Ophelia could sense her brother was deeply troubled and sought to reassure him by explaining what she had learned in her readings.

“It’s actually rather sweet, when you think it over. Pa expresses his total trust in Ma by submitting to her, letting her do whatever she wants to him. He essentially has surrendered himself to her knowing that she’ll keep him safe and never do anything cruel to him. And Ma gives him all her love in this special way.”

Marcus absorbed his sister’s words while recalling the many romantic interactions he saw between his parents. He then noticed light shining through the bottom of one of the walls. His eyes were drawn up where he saw a small door knob. When he opened the hidden door, he and Ophelia walked out to find themselves in their parent’s large, walk-in closet. “This hidden room is under Ma and Pa’s bedroom!”

Ophelia nodded and then sniffed. “I smell more rubber here.” She walked to the far end of the closet to the source of the scent and withdrew from it a shiny latex full-body suit with the same color pattern as their mother’s flight suit from their Star Fox days. With it was a hood with molded ears, knee boots, and elbow-length gloves, all made of latex.

When Marcus saw it, his eyes widened. “I’ve seen that before!”

“You have?” His sister asked. “When?”

“I was five, I think. You were just a baby. I was playing by myself in the nursery while you were having a nap when Ma walked in to check on us.” Marcus frowned thoughtfully, recalling the conversation long ago. “She was wearing that full-body rubber suit. Ma said it was a special play suit she wore when Pa needed a special kind of loving in a secret room! It must have been in that hidden room we just found!….but why was Ma wearing that rubber suit?”

Ophelia giggled and withdrew a black rubber suit. With it was a matching earless hood with an integrated slave collar made of red latex and built-in ear plugs, and attached to it by red rubber straps was a matching muzzle that had a built-in gag and short nose tubes. “Ma was not the only one wearing a rubber suit. Seems our parents are quite kinky.”

“Oh Spirits! We shouldn’t be here!” Marcus then realized. When Ophelia sensed his alarm, she became worried. “What is it?”

“Don’t you see? This is something very private to Ma and Pa.”

Ophelia’s ears then flattened against her head and she was filled with shame. She quickly put the two latex catsuits back on their hangers. “Spirits! You’re right. It’s like if we’d violated the Cerinian Telepathic Code of Conduct and read some of their private thoughts without their permission.”

She followed her brother out through the master bathroom, on through their parents’ bedroom and out to the rest of the house where they could hear their younger sister and aunt playing upstairs. Ophelia followed Marcus to the family living room and sat down on a sofa with her brother. “We don’t talk about this ever again. We never say anything to Ma and Pa.”

Marcus was slumped in his end of the sofa, and sighing, shook his head. “We can’t hide this from them. You know they’ll sense our embarrassment the moment we see Pa become worshipful towards Ma.” He glanced towards his sister whose expression plainly showed the emotions of defeat he sensed from her.

“What should we do?”

“We tell them what happened. We’ve always been honest with them, and I refuse to believe they’d be mad at us for accidently discovering their….I don’t even know what to call that room.”

“Probably ‘sex dungeon’ would be what they’d call it.” Ophelia put in.

“Yeah….”

“You don’t seem so weirded out about it anymore.” Ophelia observed.

“I guess I’m not….For as long as I could remember, I’d sometimes sense this intense longing from Pa to be loved by our mother. It all fits. That was the ‘special loving’ that Ma said Pa sometimes needed. And when he was wearing that leather collar, he seemed so happy.”

“Yeah, I remember now. I think that is his slave collar.” Ophelia recalled, while going over a psychology article on bondage and submission that she had previously read. “And Ma would be his mistress when she became dominant towards him.”

“Can you send me a copy of those articles?” Marcus asked.

“Yeah, sure….” Ophelia replied, picked up her tablet, and sent her brother the articles he requested along with some others on fetishes and sexual fantasies.

“My guess is that nobody else outside our home know that our parents are into this kind of sexual play.” Marcus observed while he started reading the material his sister sent him. “…not even Uncle Bill and Aunt Fay or Aunt Fara and Uncle Kei.”

“We need to have a talk with the twins and our younger siblings. They must understand that that hidden room must be kept secret.” Ophelia reminded her brother.

*****

Marcus was upstairs in his bedroom when he heard his parent’s ground car roll up the long driveway and into the garage. Already he could sense them and sense their happiness. It again reminded him of how fortunate he and his siblings were to have parents who adored each other so much as if they were in a perpetual honeymoon. “Should we meet them downstairs and confess now?” he heard his sister think to him from her bedroom.

“No, let’s not ruin their anniversary. This is going to be awkward enough, especially if Ma wants to take Paw down into their dungeon tonight.” _ Marcus replied. _“We’ll let them know tomorrow…”

The choice to remain cloistered in their bedroom was taken away from them though when they heard their father call out. “Marcus, Ophelia, are you two alright? We can sense your unease from downstairs.”

Ophelia sighed and thought back to her brother. “I guess there’s no putting off this awkward conversation.” She and her brother both exited their bedrooms, met at the main staircase, and walked down together to meet their parents.

At the bottom of the stairs, they saw their mother run a finger under their father’s chin. It was an expression of blissful adoration they had often seen on their father’s face and in his body language, but knowing what they knew now, there was no doubt in their minds that he was wanting to happily follow their mother down into their private dungeon as her love slave.

Neither Marcus nor Ophelia could hide the embarrassment they felt from knowing what they now knew. And given the open honesty they shared within their household, hiding emotions was not something they practiced. “Marcus? Ophelia? What’s wrong sweeties?” their mother asked.

“You never were embarrassed by our overt display of affection for each other before.” Fox observed while leaning back into his vixen’s embrace where they stood. “In fact, it always made you happy to know that we have a good, loving sex life, even when you started tuning us out to give us our privacy.”

It was of course a normal aspect of growing up in a telepathic family. When Marcus and then Ophelia had reached puberty, they had become fully cognizant of the erotic aspect of their parent’s love for each other and had learned to tune out the sexual emotions and thoughts of their father and mother. Their father’s mention of privacy made the eldest McCloud son and daughter cringe in shame, which only caused their parents to grow even more concerned.

“Marcus? Ophelia? What’s wrong?” their mother asked.

“Ma, Pa? I think we best sit down….” Marcus said in reply.

When they were all gathered in the living room, Marcus looked again at the mother and father he loved above all else and fervently hoped he had not ruined their sex life. “Ma…I...uh…guess you were going to give Pa some of that special loving tonight…”

“Yes, you know I often do that for your father.” Krystal smiled just before giving Fox a loving smooch.

“In that secret room you sometimes take Pa to, I guess…” Marcus added nervously.

“Of course…” Fox affirmed. The emotions of embarrassment mixed with shame that flared up in their eldest son and daughter caused Fox’s smile to falter. Fox then reached out with his telepathy and touched his son’s mind while Krystal read her daughter’s thoughts.

When Marcus and Ophelia felt their parents probe their memories, both yielded to their parents, never wanting to keep secrets from them. “Oh no…” they heard their father groan in a quavering voice. The emotions they sensed from him was beyond embarrassment. He was utterly mortified.

It was too much for Marcus. Seeing his father unable to meet his gaze absolutely crushed him. “Pa! You must believe us. We never meant to intrude on something so private!” he pleaded with his father.

“It’s all my fault.” Ophelia wailed. “I tripped and fell through the hidden door inside the pool cleaning supply closet.” Marcus quickly added his own confession. “And I was curious and wondered what that room was about…and we looked around…and then found the bondage gear and sex toys…and realized what the room was for…and went up the spiral staircase…and found the rubber suits in the closet…and only realized then that this was your very private dungeon under your bedroom.”

Fox and Krystal listened in dismay at their son’s rambling confession. Their hearts then went out to him and Ophelia when they sensed their deep shame and watched Marcus cover his face with his hands and cry out. “We’re so, so, sorry! We never meant to intrude on such a very private thing between you two!”

Krystal was deeply touched when her son looked up and pleaded with her. “Please Ma….Don’t stop giving Pa that special loving because of us.” She got up from where she was sitting and sat down next to Marcus, drawing her son into her arms. “Oh sweety, we understand you and Ophelia never meant to intrude on our private play.” Krystal then looked at her husband and gave him a watery smile. “Truthfully, I’m surprised we were able to keep this secret from our children this long.”

Fox sighed and looked down at his hands uncertainly. “You must think I’m some sort of deviant, Son.”

Marcus vigorously shook his head. “No Pa! Never…I…uh…mean, I was weirded out at first when I figured out you liked to be Ma’s submissive slave, but Sis showed me some of the psychology articles she had read on bondage and submission…and on fetishes and fantasies.”

Fox looked up but still averted his son’s gaze. He could not help but think that the image his son had of him was ruined. “No Pa. It’s okay. I get it.” Marcus assured his vulnerable father. “That dungeon is your safe space where you can give yourself to Ma. I can still remember how happy you were when you used to wear your slave collar around the house.”

“And there are people out there with all sorts of fetishes and kinks, Pa. What you and Ma are into is nothing compared to some of the stuff I read about.” Ophelia added. “And what you do is perfectly harmless. It just ads some spice to your sex life, and if you both enjoy it, then it’s nobody’s business to judge you guys for it.” Her demeanor then turned bashful and she gave her father a shy, tentative smile. “I think…it’s kind of sweet that you are so devoted to Ma that you’d give yourself so completely to her.”

“He is the sweetest tod I could ever have hoped to meet.” Krystal confessed as she got up and walked over to stand in front of her submissive husband. “And I treasure the total absolute trust he gives me as my slave. He makes my heart flutter whenever he submits to my dominance.” She avowed while caressing his cheek.

Fox closed his eyes and leaned into her caressing hand. In that tender moment, Marcus and Ophelia got a glimpse of the beautiful relationship their mother and father shared as mistress and slave. It truly was a special kind of loving. Marcus then grinned when his father bashfully met his gaze. “I’m glad you’re okay with this, Son.”

“More than okay, Pa. And we promise we’ll never tell anybody about this. We made sure the others would keep silent too.”

“The others!?!” Fox’s eyes widened in alarm.

“Heh, uh yeah. The twins, Michelle, and Lukas followed us into your secret dungeon before we figured out what it was. I had a serious chat with them before you and Ma got home. Told them that it was a super private thing that we should not have seen.”

Fox sighed worriedly. “I just hope Michelle, and especially Lukas, can keep this secret. The last thing I need is for the tabloids to hear of this.”

“Ha!” Ophelia laughed. “They haven’t dared approached any of us in over a dozen years. They’re terrified of you, Pa.”

“If they ever found out I’m a submissive slave, they might be less scared of me.” Fox grumbled darkly.

“Then they’ll have an even bigger reason to fear your mistress.” Krystal snarled protectively.

Marcus chuckled to himself. “I doubt the twins and our younger siblings will ever say anything to anybody, not after I showed them what would happen.”

“What did you do?” Fox asked.

“I let them see a memory of mine. Remember when paparazzi cornered me and Aunty Fay the first time you took me to River Rapids?” Marcus asked.

“You remember that?” Krystal asked in astonishment. “You were barely more than just a toddler!”

“Yeah, and I’ll never forget those scary, creepy people with those big cameras closing in around me.” Marcus admitted. “I let Michelle and Lukas see that memory and told them those scary camera people would come back if they ever said anything about their mama and papa’s secret special loving room.”

Fox laughed. “Thanks Son.”

Marcus felt his heart swell with happiness at finally seeing his father at ease. He then voiced a question that had been on his mind. “So, are we right to guess that nobody outside this house knows of your mistress/slave relationship?”

“Nobody, except Elder Hiroshi. He’s the only one outside our family that knows.” Fox admitted. “He figured it out when he trained me to suppress your mother’s labor pains before she gave birth to Nozomi and Kushinju.”

Marcus nodded to himself. “Right! So if anybody else comes calling while you are downstairs in the dungeon, we’ll run interference for as long as Ma wants to keep you down there.”

Fox laughed nervously. “It’s good to know you both are so understanding, but it’s still incredibly embarrassing that you found out…” He was interrupted by his son who cut him off while rolling his eyes. “Great Maker, Pa. Quit acting like a sexually repressed Cornerian. We are Cerinians here.” He then gestured to his parents, himself, and his sister. “We’re always naked when it’s just us in the house. We’ve walked in on you and Ma having sex here in the living room many times and never even batted an eye.”

“You do remember that I’m only 1/16th Cerinian…” Fox pointed out, but was again overruled by his exasperated son. “Yeah, yeah, and I, Ophelia, Michelle, and Lukas are 53.125% Cerinian and 46.875% Lylatian, but we’ve all embraced our Cerinian heritage at 100%!”

Krystal laughed and gently gripped her husband’s muzzle to make him face her. “Listen to your Cerinian son, Pet. He knows what’s best for you. You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Fox closed his eyes and groaned. “My children will never let me live this down…”

Ophelia’s response was to abruptly stand up and throw her arms in the air. “Aarrgh! You are impossible, Pa!” She shouted in frustration and immediately stormed out of the living room. Fox looked askance at his daughter’s retreating back, but was then distracted by his son chastising him. “She’s right, Pa. We’ve just spent the last few minutes bending ourselves over backwards to reassure you that we’re okay with you being Ma’s sex slave.” Marcus sighed. “We know you were looking forward to being dominated by our mother downstairs tonight, and it irks us that you might be too shy to submit yourself to her now.”

“Yeah, I was…Sorry Son…” Fox admitted to himself and his son and wife. “I guess I am being silly…”

“You most certainly are…” Ophelia affirmed while striding back into the living room. Fox gaped in utter astonishment at the sight of his daughter brazenly walking in with his slave hood, which she shoved into her mother’s hands. “Here Ma. Just put this on him and take him downstairs, will you? We all know he wants it.”

In that moment, Krystal felt her heart swell with pride. Her daughter was showing by her confidence and assertiveness that she had the makings of a fine clan matriarch. “Thank you, Daughter.” she acknowledged Ophelia with an approving nod.

Krystal took the hood and faced Fox. “On your feet, Slave.” she said in that commanding voice that invariably brought out his submissive side. In stunned silence, Fox obeyed his mistress and stood before her. Though he would usually perk up and wag his tail at the sight of his rubber hood, Fox’s ears splayed flat against his head and his tail tucked between his legs on this occasion while Krystal slid the rubber hood over his head, zipped it shut, and buckled the integrated collar.

Having his two oldest progeny witness his enslavement left him feeling embarrassed, while at the same time his mistress’ loving dominance left him feeling happy and loved. The latter emotions began to take a greater hold when he whined at the sight of his muzzle and let the built-in gag and nose tubes slip in as she slid the muzzle over his snout. The tip of his tail soon began to wag rapidly between his legs, and by the time his mistress finished buckling his muzzle tightly in place, his tail had fully relaxed and was swishing back and forth openly.

Marcus’ and Ophelia’s tails also began to wag, matching their shared grins, when they saw their father’s erection come out of its sheath as their mother curled her finger around his collar’s front D-ring. “We have meat pies ordered for ourselves and the others. So supper’s taken care of, Ma.” Ophelia informed her parents, though only their mother heard them.

Krystal looked back and winked to her son and daughter, “Thank you. We’ll be back upstairs sometime late tomorrow.”

*****

It was late afternoon the next day when the McCloud household saw their parents emerge, refreshed from a shower that had washed the fluids of repeated matings from their fur. Krystal, like the rest of her family, was in just her fur. It was a completely different matter for Fox though. Still in servitude to his mistress/wife, the submissive tod was fully outfitted in his black leather harness, cuffs, and collar, and wore his head and muzzle harness as well. Krystal kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll make some snacks for everyone.” She then sauntered off, leaving her husband to face his children.

Though still slightly nervous about being seen by his children in his full bondage slave attire, Fox was nevertheless giddy with happiness. From his spot on the living room sectional sofa, Marcus glanced at his father, smiled, and then resumed watching his favorite show on the family media center. Michelle and Lukas came running down the stairs and rushed up to their father to give him a welcoming hug.

Lukas then ran his hand over his father’s harness and inspected one of the d-rings. Fox found himself becoming self-conscious under his youngest son’s scrutiny. “What are you wearing, Papa?”

“Uh…just a harness that your mama wants me to wear.” Fox nervously replied.

And naturally, Lukas sensed his father’s emotions. “Why are your nervous, Papa?”

Fox sighed, closed his eyes, and ran his hand caressingly through his son’s head fur and ears. “I’m just a bit shy, Lukas. I’ll eventually be okay…”

“Okay, Papa. I love you.” Lukas replied, then hugged his father again before running off to play.

Fox then turned and saw his eldest daughter standing there with her arms crossed. He could sense Ophelia’s disapproval and plainly see the frown she had that accompanied the emotion. He sighed and nodded, “Yes, I know I should not be embarrassed to be seen by my children in my full bondage slave gear…Just…give me a bit of time to get used to this.”

Ophelia walked over to her father and ran a finger along shoulder strap of his harness. “You look good, Pa. All this gear actually suits you.” She could not help but giggle quietly when she sensed her father becoming bashful while he smiled back at her. “Want to join me and Marcus in the living room?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

Fox soon found himself sitting on the living room sofa between Marcus and Ophelia. As they watched together the entertainment coming through the media center, Fox sensed nothing but contentment from his son and daughter. In that moment, Fox realized that it was like it had always been with him and his children. For the first time since his secret had been discovered the day before, he felt at ease being in their presence in his bondage slave gear.

His daughter and son each leaned against him and projected their filial love into their father. Fox wrapped his arms around their shoulders in response. When Ophelia reached up to run a finger along the leather strap going around his muzzle, he turned his head toward her quizzically.

“I just find it interesting the way it’s all put together. Was it made specifically to your measurements?” she asked.

“No, but some of my other gear was, like the latex. Your mother and I sent our anonymous measurements to different fetish companies and ordered everything under the name of Travis Vulpes, and had ROB-48 pick it up at a postal box where it was delivered.”

Marcus chuckled. “You and Ma are really secretive about your bondage play.”

“We have to, and all of you know why.” Fox then smiled. “But now that I think of it, as embarrassing as it was, I’m glad you found out. Now your mother and I no longer have to keep it secret from any of you.”

“I agree.” Krystal interjected while setting down a tray of drinks and sandwiches on the table in front of them. She then sat down on Marcus’ other side, in the bend of the sectional sofa. “Now we no longer have to worry about when we can sneak away to our dungeon.”

Just then, Nozomi and Kushinju walked in. Nozomi wormed his way between Marcus and Krystal and Kushinju sat on her eldest sister’s other side. Because she was sitting at a right angle to the rest of her family, the little vixen’s eyes were drawn to Fox’s bondage gear.

Puberty had come to her and her twin brother earlier that year. So Kushinju’s thoughts invariably meandered to some of the young tods in New Cerinia that she had taken a fancy to on their last visit. Learning that her ‘papa’ was a submissive who liked to be dominated by her ‘mama’ had planted ideas in her mind, which she voiced. She turned to Krystal and asked, “Mama? Do you think any of the cute boys in New Cerinia would like to be tied up like Papa does? I think I’d like a boyfriend like that.”

Fox’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. “Spirits! Kushinju really is your sister!” he thought to his wife, who giggled while lifting her husband’s gaping jaw shut with a finger.