Collar My Heart
Copyright© 2026 by Megumi Kashuahara
Epilogue - Final Scene
Romantic Sex Story: Epilogue - Final Scene - 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 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
That night, after the kids were asleep, I sat in my home office and opened the leather journal Tanaka had given me on the day we left Tokyo.