Collar My Heart
Copyright© 2026 by Megumi Kashuahara
Chapter 26: Six Months of Forever
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 26: Six Months of Forever - The Completion of C.Stanton Leman's delicious D/s tale. A wealthy Japanese businessman, and an accomplished Dom and Master, is confronted with the problem of introducing his submissive daughter to the scene and helping a dear, trusted friend he's mentored find a new sub. He offers his daughter. But, it comes with a price
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic DomSub MaleDom Light Bond Spanking Interracial White Male Oriental Female Anal Sex Analingus First Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Small Breasts AI Generated
MIOKO
Six months had passed since Kioko’s Rose Ceremony, and life had settled into a beautiful, chaotic, perfect rhythm.
Our household ran like a well-oiled machine – Kioko managed everything domestic with efficiency that would make Martha Stewart weep with envy, I was getting better at English and making friends in the city, and Daniel-san ... well, Daniel-san kept us both on our toes in the best possible ways.
We’d both gotten comfortable with our roles, with each other, with the dynamic we’d built.
Maybe a little too comfortable.
Which was probably why Daniel-san had announced last week that we were taking a trip back to Tokyo.
“A family visit,” he’d said. “To see Tanaka and Madoka. And maybe have a little fun while we’re there.”
The way he’d said “fun” had made both Kioko and me nervous.
Now, standing in our hotel room in Shibuya, looking at the cosplay outfits he’d laid out on the bed, I understood exactly what kind of “fun” he had in mind.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” I breathed.
Kioko picked up the pink magical girl outfit – a confection of pink and white with red accents, complete with a short fluffy skirt and white boots. “This is ... very cute.”
I held up my outfit – an elaborate black gothic lolita dress with pink accents, layers upon layers of ruffles and lace, over-the-knee socks, platform shoes.
“This is completely insane.”
Daniel-san appeared from the bathroom, grinning wickedly. “You two are going to wear these today. We’re going to Harajuku, specifically Takeshita Street. You’ll fit right in.”
“And let me guess,” I said, eyeing him suspiciously. “We’ll be wearing our little friends underneath?”
He pulled out two familiar butterfly vibrators from his pocket.
Of course. Of fucking course.
“You’re going to parade us around Tokyo in cosplay while torturing us with vibrators?” Kioko asked, her voice a mix of horror and excitement.
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do. Think of it as celebrating how far you’ve both come. Six months ago, Kioko, you could barely handle being touched. Now you’re confident enough to play in public. And Mioko, you’ve grown from a jealous girl to a generous woman who shares her Master with her sister. This is a celebration.”
“This is insanity,” I muttered.
“Semantics,” he replied cheerfully. “Now get dressed. We have a busy day ahead.”
KIOKO
An hour later, I stood in front of the hotel mirror, barely recognizing myself.
The pink magical girl outfit was adorable – a short, fluffy pink and white dress with red accents, white boots with red bows, white gloves, and a decorative hat perched on my head. I even had a prop wand with a star on top.
I looked like I’d walked out of an anime.
And I have a vibrator strapped to my clit under this cute outfit. My life is so weird.
Beside me, Mioko was adjusting her black gothic lolita dress. She looked like a dark fairy – all black ruffles and lace with strategic pink accents, her hair in elaborate twin tails with bows.
“We look ridiculous,” she said.
“We look amazing,” I corrected. “When else are we going to get to dress like this?”
“Fair point.”
Master Daniel appeared, dressed casually in dark jeans and a black button-down. He looked us both over with obvious approval.
“Perfect. My two beautiful girls. Ready to show Tokyo what you’ve got?”
We looked at each other, took a deep breath, and nodded.
This is either going to be the best day ever or the most embarrassing day of my life.
Probably both.
DANIEL
Taking two women in elaborate cosplay through Tokyo while controlling their vibrators was either genius or insane.
Possibly both.
But watching them walk through the hotel lobby – Mioko in her black gothic dress trying to look dignified, Kioko in her pink magical girl outfit beaming with excitement – I knew it was going to be worth it.
The first challenge came immediately when we stepped onto the subway.
Rush hour in Tokyo. Packed train. Nowhere to sit.
I pulled out both remotes and activated them on low.
Both women’s eyes went wide.
“Master,” Mioko hissed. “We’re on a train. A crowded train. With people everywhere.”
“I’m aware. Hold on to the pole and try to look normal.”
They both grabbed the overhead poles, standing side by side, surrounded by salarymen and students and tourists.
I cranked both vibrators up to medium.
Mioko’s knuckles went white on the pole.
Kioko’s face flushed pink to match her outfit.
This is going to be a very interesting day.
MIOKO
I’m going to kill him. I’m going to murder my Master on a Tokyo subway while wearing a gothic lolita dress. The headlines will be amazing.
The vibrator buzzed steadily against my clit, and I had to concentrate on breathing normally while surrounded by what felt like a thousand people.
Beside me, Kioko was gripping the pole like her life depended on it, her face progressively getting pinker.
A young couple next to us was admiring our outfits.
“Kawaii!” the girl said, pointing at Kioko’s magical girl ensemble.
Kioko managed a shaky smile. “A-arigato gozaimasu.”
The vibrator intensity increased.
He did NOT just turn it up.
I shot Daniel-san a death glare.
He smiled innocently back at me.
Yep. Definitely planning his murder.
By the time we reached our stop – Harajuku Station – both Kioko and I were flushed, slightly sweaty despite the cool air, and extremely worked up.
We stumbled off the train and into the crowd flowing toward Takeshita Street.
“How are my girls doing?” Daniel-san asked cheerfully.
“Suffering,” I managed.
“Barely holding on,” Kioko added.
“Perfect. Then you’re ready for Takeshita Street.”
Oh god. What have we gotten ourselves into?
KIOKO
Takeshita Street was exactly as I remembered – narrow, packed with people, lined with trendy shops and cafes and crepe stands.
And we fit right in.
Several people in cosplay walked the street – maids, anime characters, gothic styles. We weren’t unusual at all.
Which somehow made it worse.
Because while everyone else was just having fun, Mioko and I were trying not to orgasm in public.
Master Daniel led us into a cute accessory shop, turning off our vibrators temporarily to give us a break.
“Pick out something you like,” he said. “My treat.”
I browsed the hair accessories while trying to calm my racing heart.
A shop girl approached, smiling brightly. “Your cosplay is so cute! Can I take a picture?”
“Oh! Um, sure.”
She posed me by a display of stuffed animals and took several photos.
“Are you an idol? You look like an idol!”
“No, just ... just for fun.”
She beamed. “Well, you look amazing!”
As soon as she walked away, I felt the vibrator come back to life.
Oh no.
Master Daniel was watching me from across the shop with that evil smile.
I tried to continue browsing normally, but my hands were shaking.
“Find anything you like?” he called out.
“Y-yes, Master. These hair clips are nice.”
“Good. We’ll take them. Come pay.”
I had to walk to the counter – past displays, past other customers, past the enthusiastic shop girl – while the vibrator steadily worked against my clit.
Paying was an exercise in concentration.
“Thank you so much! Have a great day!”
If only you knew.
MIOKO
We stopped at a crepe stand – because apparently Daniel-san thought we needed food to keep our strength up.
More like he wants to watch us try to eat while being tortured.
I ordered a chocolate banana crepe. Kioko got strawberry and cream.
We found a small seating area and tried to eat like normal human beings.
Daniel-san turned both vibrators to high.
FUCK.
I bit into my crepe and nearly moaned out loud.
Beside me, Kioko was frozen mid-bite, her eyes glazed.
“Is it good?” Daniel-san asked innocently.
“D-delicious, Master,” I managed.
I’m going to shove this crepe down his throat.
“Kioko? How’s yours?”
“V-very ... oh god ... very sweet, Master.”
A group of teenage girls walked by, pointing at us and giggling.
“Look how cute they are! Can we get a picture?”
No. Please no.
But Daniel-san answered for us. “Of course! They’d love to.”
The girls swarmed around us, posing with us while we held our crepes and tried desperately not to cum.
Flash. Flash. Flash.
“Thank you! You’re so kawaii!”
They bounced away, and I collapsed back in my seat.
“I hate you,” I told Daniel-san.
“No you don’t.”
Fine. I love him. But I also hate him right now.
DANIEL
After an hour of torture through various shops, cafes, and photo opportunities, I decided it was time for the main event.
“Girls, we’re walking to Shibuya Crossing.”
Both their eyes went wide.
“The ... the famous intersection?” Kioko asked nervously.
“The one with thousands of people?” Mioko added.
“That’s the one.”
It was a twenty-minute walk, and I kept the vibrators on low the entire time – just enough to keep them on edge, not enough to push them over.
By the time we reached Shibuya Crossing, they were both desperate.
We stood at the edge of the intersection, waiting for the light to change.
The crossing was packed – hundreds of people waiting to cross in every direction.
“Master,” Mioko whispered urgently. “Please don’t—”
“When the light changes,” I said calmly, “we’re going to cross. All the way to the other side. Together.”
“But—”
“And while we cross, I’m turning both vibrators to maximum.”
Kioko made a small whimpering sound.
“You can do this,” I told them. “You’re both strong, brave, and more than capable.”
The light began to count down.
I pulled out both remotes.
“Ready?”
They weren’t ready. Not even close.
But that was part of the fun.
KIOKO
The light turned green.
The crowd surged forward.
And Master Daniel turned my vibrator to maximum.
OH GOD.
The intensity was overwhelming – a relentless buzzing directly on my clit that made my knees weak immediately.
I stumbled forward with the crowd, trying to keep moving, trying to look normal.
Mioko was beside me, her face bright red, her breathing labored.
We were in the middle of Shibuya Crossing – THE Shibuya Crossing, the most famous intersection in the world – surrounded by hundreds of people, with giant screens broadcasting to thousands more.
And I was about to cum.
Not here. Not now. Please not—
It hit me like a freight train.
Right in the middle of the intersection.
Surrounded by people.
Nowhere to hide.
My orgasm crashed over me with such force that my legs gave out.
I froze, unable to move, unable to think, unable to do anything but feel the waves of pleasure tearing through my body.
People flowed around me like water around a rock.
Someone bumped into me.
“Sumimasen! Are you okay?”
I couldn’t answer. Couldn’t speak. Could only stand there shaking while I came in public in the middle of the world’s busiest intersection wearing a pink magical girl outfit.
I’m squirting. Oh god, I’m squirting right now. In Shibuya Crossing. This is my life.
Mioko grabbed my arm. “She’s fine! Just dizzy! Jet lag!”
She practically dragged me the rest of the way across, both of us stumbling onto the sidewalk on the other side.
We collapsed against a building, both gasping for air.
“Did you just—?” Mioko started.
“Hai,” I panted. “Right in the middle. In front of everyone.”
“Holy shit, Kioko.”
Master Daniel appeared, looking extremely satisfied with himself.
“That,” he said, “was beautiful.”
“That was insane!” I gasped.
“Also beautiful.”
“I can’t believe I just did that.”
“You did. And you survived. And now you know you can handle anything.”
He was right.
If I could orgasm in the middle of Shibuya Crossing and survive, I could handle anything.
I’m either the bravest person alive or the craziest.
Probably both.
MIOKO
After Kioko’s public orgasm (which would go down in history as the most insane thing I’d ever witnessed), Daniel-san mercifully turned off our vibrators and let us recover.
We spent the next few hours actually enjoying Tokyo – visiting shops without sexual torture, eating actual food we could taste, taking photos that weren’t mid-orgasm.
By early evening, we were exhausted but happy.
“Back to the hotel?” Daniel-san suggested.
“Please,” Kioko and I said in unison.
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