Collar My Heart
Copyright© 2026 by Megumi Kashuahara
Chapter 27: Completion
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 27: Completion - 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
DANIEL
Nine months is a long tie when you’re watching someone you love grow a human being inside them.
Mioko’s pregnancy had been relatively easy – some morning sickness in the first trimester, some back pain in the third, but overall she’d sailed through it with her usual mix of humor and grace.
“I look like I swallowed a watermelon,” she’d complain, looking down at her enormous belly. “A watermelon that kicks.”
“You look beautiful,” I’d tell her, which was true.
Kioko had been amazing throughout – taking on even more household duties, researching pregnancy and childbirth obsessively, preparing the nursery with meticulous care.
“I want everything perfect for him,” she’d said. “For our son.”
Our son.
We’d found out at the twenty-week ultrasound that we were having a boy.
Mioko had cried. Kioko had cried. I’d cried.
We’d decided on the name together: Kenji. Strong, traditional, perfect.
Kenji Kobayashi.
Now, at 3 AM on a cold February morning, we were at the hospital.
Mioko’s water had broken two hours ago, and she was in active labor.
“I hate this!” she gasped between contractions. “I hate everything about this! Why did I agree to this?!”
“Because you love me,” I said, holding her hand.
“I’m reconsidering that!”
Kioko was on her other side, wiping her forehead with a cool cloth. “You’re doing amazing, Mioko. So strong.”
“I don’t feel strong! I feel like I’m being ripped in half!”
Another contraction hit, and she squeezed my hand so hard I thought she might break bones.
Worth it. Completely worth it.
MIOKO
Labor was hell.
Eighteen hours of contractions, pain, exhaustion, and really questioning all my life choices.
But when they finally placed Kenji on my chest – tiny, wrinkled, screaming his little lungs out – everything else disappeared.
“Oh,” I breathed. “Oh, look at him.”
He was perfect.
Tiny fingers, tiny toes, a shock of black hair, and Daniel-san’s blue eyes.
“He’s beautiful,” Daniel-san said, his voice thick with emotion.
“He’s ours,” I whispered. “Our son.”
Kioko was crying beside the bed. “He’s perfect, Mioko. Absolutely perfect.”
“Come here,” I said, gesturing her closer. “You’re his mother too. You helped make this happen.”
She leaned in, and the four of us – me, Daniel-san, Kioko, and baby Kenji – huddled together in that hospital room.
Our family.
Almost complete.
KIOKO
Watching Mioko give birth had been terrifying and beautiful and had planted a seed in my mind.
I want this. I want to give Daniel-san a child. I want to complete our family.
But I was scared to bring it up.
What if he didn’t want another child so soon? What if Mioko felt like I was trying to compete with her? What if—
Two months after Kenji’s birth, I finally worked up the courage to talk to them both.
We were sitting together in the living room – Daniel holding Kenji, Mioko finally getting some rest on the couch, me curled up in the chair.
“I want to talk to you both about something,” I said nervously.
They both looked up.
“What is it, Little One?” Daniel asked.
“I want ... I want to have a baby too.”
Silence.
Then Mioko sat up, grinning. “Finally! I was wondering when you’d bring this up!”
“You ... you were?”
“Of course! Kioko, we’re a family. That means you get to have Daniel-san’s baby too. I’ve been waiting for you to be ready.”
Daniel-san was smiling. “I would love nothing more than to have a child with you, Kioko. Whenever you’re ready.”
“I’m ready now. I want ... I want our family to be complete. I want Kenji to have a sibling. I want to give you a daughter.”
“A daughter?” Daniel asked.
“I just ... I have a feeling. I think we’re going to have a girl.”
“Then let’s make a daughter,” he said softly.
DANIEL
Getting Kioko pregnant was a deliberate, joyful process.
We tracked her cycle, made love at optimal times, and within three months, the test came back positive.
This time, I was there when she took it.
“Positive,” she whispered, staring at the two pink lines. “I’m pregnant.”
I pulled her into my arms. “We’re having a baby.”
“We’re having a daughter,” she insisted. “I know it. I can feel it.”
And she was right.
At the twenty-week ultrasound, the technician confirmed it: a healthy baby girl.
Kioko cried through the entire appointment.
“A daughter,” she kept saying. “We’re having a daughter.”
We chose the name that night: Megumi. Beautiful blessing. Perfect for our little girl.
Megumi Kobayashi.
Kioko’s pregnancy was different from Mioko’s – she was more nervous, more emotional, more fearful.
“What if I’m not a good mother?” she’d ask in the middle of the night. “What if I mess her up like my father messed me up?”
“You won’t,” I’d reassure her. “You’re nothing like your father. You’re kind, loving, and strong. You’re going to be an amazing mother.”
Mioko was her rock through the pregnancy – having already been through it, she could reassure Kioko about every symptom, every fear, every worry.
“This is normal,” she’d say. “This is fine. You’re doing great.”
And slowly, Kioko’s confidence grew.
By the time she went into labor – on a sunny September afternoon – she was ready.
KIOKO
Labor was everything I’d feared and more.
But with Daniel-san on one side and Mioko on the other, and little Kenji safely at home with Madoka (who’d flown in to help), I felt supported.
“You’re doing amazing,” Mioko encouraged. “Just like I did. You’ve got this.”
“It hurts,” I panted.
“I know. But soon you’ll meet your daughter. Soon you’ll hold her. And it’ll all be worth it.”
She was right.
After twelve hours of labor, Megumi entered the world – tiny, perfect, screaming loudly to announce her arrival.
“She’s here,” the doctor said, placing her on my chest. “Your daughter.”
I looked down at her – impossibly small, with Daniel-san’s blue eyes and my dark hair – and fell completely in love.
“Hi, baby girl,” I whispered. “I’m your mama. I’ve been waiting for you.”
Daniel-san was crying beside me. “She’s perfect, Kioko. Absolutely perfect.”
“We made her,” I said in wonder. “We actually made her.”
Mioko was wiping tears from her eyes. “Welcome to the family, Megumi. Your big brother can’t wait to meet you.”
One Year Later
MIOKO
Life with two children was beautiful chaos.
Kenji was eighteen months old – walking, babbling, getting into everything. He had Daniel-san’s blue eyes and my tendency to be hilariously dramatic about everything.
“No no NO!” he’d scream when we tried to put him down for a nap, as if sleep was a personal insult.
Definitely my son.
Megumi was six months old – all smiles and giggles, the happiest baby I’d ever seen. She had Kioko’s sweet temperament and Daniel-san’s laugh.
Our apartment had transformed into a family home – toys everywhere, baby gates blocking dangerous areas, the smell of milk and baby powder permanently in the air.
But it was perfect.
Daniel-san worked from home more often now, so he could help with the kids. Kioko and I tag-teamed the childcare, splitting duties and supporting each other.
We were a team. A family.
Today was special – we’d scheduled a video call with Papa and Mama to show them how much the kids had grown.
We set up the laptop in the living room, positioning both babies where they could be seen.
The call connected, and Papa and Mama’s faces filled the screen.
“Ah! My grandchildren!” Papa exclaimed.
“Look how big they’ve gotten!” Mama added.
“Kenji, say hi to Grandpa,” I encouraged.
“Hi!” Kenji shouted, waving enthusiastically. “Hi hi hi!”
Papa laughed, tears already forming in his eyes. “He’s so big! And talking!”
“He talks constantly,” I confirmed. “Never stops. Wonder where he got that from.”
Daniel-san grinned at me. “Mystery of the century, Princess.”
Kioko held up Megumi, who gave the camera a gummy smile.
“And this beautiful girl,” Papa said softly. “Look at her. She looks just like you, Kioko.”
“She has Daniel’s eyes,” Kioko said proudly.
“But your spirit,” Mama added. “I can tell.”
We spent an hour on the call, showing them the kids’ latest tricks – Kenji’s attempts at running (more like adorable wobbling), Megumi’s new ability to sit up on her own.
“You’ve built something beautiful,” Papa said, his voice thick with emotion. “All of you. This family – it’s exactly what we hoped for. What we dreamed of.”
“Thank you, Papa,” I said. “For everything. For choosing Daniel-san. For trusting us.”
“Thank you, daughter. For being brave. For building this family. For making me so proud.”
After the call ended, Daniel-san turned to look at all of us – me holding Kenji, Kioko cradling Megumi, our little family gathered together.
“I love you all,” he said simply. “My wives. My children. My family.”
“We love you too,” Kioko and I said together.
DANIEL
That evening, after both kids were finally asleep (a process that took considerably longer than it should have), I stood in the doorway of their shared nursery, watching them.
Kenji in his toddler bed, sprawled out like a starfish, clutching his stuffed bear.
Megumi in her crib, sleeping peacefully on her back, her little fists curled beside her head.
My children.
I thought about the journey that had brought me here.
Losing Asuko to an aneurysm, the grief that had nearly destroyed me.
Tanaka’s offer – to come to Japan, to meet his daughter, to consider a future I’d never imagined.
Meeting Mioko – tiny, fierce, devoted, mine.
Accepting Kioko – traumatized, healing, finding love again.
Building this family – unusual, beautiful, perfect.
And now these two small humans, products of love and hope and the belief that family comes in many forms.
Mioko appeared beside me, slipping her hand into mine.
“What are you thinking about?” she whispered.
“Everything. How far we’ve come. How grateful I am.”
“Me too.”
Kioko joined us on my other side, and we stood together in the doorway, watching our children sleep.
“This is it, isn’t it?” Kioko said softly. “Everything we worked for. Everything we dreamed of.”
“This is it,” I confirmed. “Our family. Complete.”
We stood there for a long moment, three people who’d found each other against all odds, who’d built something beautiful from broken pieces, who’d created life and love and hope.
Then Kenji rolled over in his sleep and kicked off his blanket.
“I’ll get it,” Mioko sighed.
“I’ll check Megumi’s diaper,” Kioko added.
“And I’ll go start the coffee,” I said. “Because something tells me neither of them is staying asleep much longer.”
We scattered to our tasks, each of us knowing exactly what needed to be done, moving in the comfortable synchronicity of a family that worked.
As I walked to the kitchen, I heard Kenji start to fuss, then Mioko’s soft singing as she settled him.
I heard Megumi’s contented coo as Kioko changed her.
I heard the sounds of my family – messy, chaotic, perfect.
And I smiled.
This was everything.
This was home.
This was complete.
EPILOGUE - Final Scene
MIOKO
Six months later, on a warm spring day, all five of us went to Central Park.
Daniel-san pushed Megumi in the stroller while Kenji toddled between Kioko and me, holding both our hands.
“Up!” he demanded every few steps. “Up up!”
“You can walk, little man,” Daniel-san said patiently.
“NO! UP!”
I scooped him up and settled him on my hip. “You’re getting too big for this, you know.”
He just grinned and patted my face. “Mama.”
My heart.
We found a sunny spot on the grass and spread out a blanket. Kenji immediately started pulling toys out of the bag, and Megumi waved her chubby arms, wanting to join her brother.
People walking by smiled at us – a family having a picnic.
They saw a man, two women, two children.
They probably assumed we were friends, or relatives, or some other conventional arrangement.
They didn’t know we were bound by blood and vows and collars hidden under our clothes.
They didn’t know our story – the pain, the healing, the love that had built this family.
They just saw what we wanted them to see: a happy family on a spring day.
And that was enough.
Kenji crawled over to Daniel-san and climbed into his lap. “Daddy. Play.”
“We are playing, buddy. Look, you have your trucks.”
“NO. Daddy play!”
Daniel-san picked him up and spun him around, making him shriek with laughter.
Megumi, not wanting to be left out, started fussing in her stroller.
Kioko lifted her out and held her close. “I know, baby girl. You want attention too.”
I watched them – my husband, my sister-wife, my children – and thought about how impossibly far we’d all come.
From Tokyo to New York.
From strangers to family.
From broken to healed.
From alone to complete.
“What are you thinking about?” Daniel-san asked, noticing my expression.
“Everything. How lucky we are. How perfect this is.”
He reached out and pulled me close, Kenji squished between us. Kioko moved closer with Megumi, and we all huddled together on that blanket in Central Park.
Our family.
Complete.
Perfect.
Forever.
DANIEL - Final Thoughts
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