Collar My Heart
Copyright© 2026 by Megumi Kashuahara
Chapter 16: The Review
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 16: The Review - 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
I checked the clock for the hundredth time: 5:47 PM.
Daniel-san had called Papa this morning to say he’d arrive around six. That meant thirteen more minutes of this agonizing wait.
I sat on my bed, wearing a simple jade green sundress (no bra, no panties as instructed), my hair loose around my shoulders. The folder containing my completed checklists sat on my nightstand, taunting me.
What if he thinks I’m a total pervert? What if some of my answers scare him off?
I’d been honest – brutally honest – and now I was second-guessing everything.
My pussy had been wet all day just thinking about seeing him again. Three days apart felt like three years.
Down, kitty. You’re going to soak through this dress at this rate.
5:51 PM.
I stood and paced. Sat down. Stood up again.
Get a grip, Mioko. You’re acting like a schoolgirl waiting for her crush.
Which, I suppose, wasn’t entirely inaccurate.
5:55 PM.
I heard a car in the driveway and my heart leapt into my throat.
He’s here!
I grabbed the folder, took a deep breath, and forced myself to walk – not run – toward the front of the house.
DANIEL
The taxi pulled up to Tanaka’s estate, and I felt a wave of anticipation wash over me.
Three days. Three days of reflection, closure, and preparing myself for what came next.
But mostly, I’d just missed her. Missed that tiny dynamo with her bratty smile and devoted heart.
The front door opened before I could knock, and there she was.
Mioko stood in the doorway wearing a simple sundress that showed off her delicate collarbones and slender arms. Her hair was loose, falling like a dark waterfall around her shoulders. Her eyes were bright with barely contained excitement.
“Daniel-san,” she breathed, and I could hear the joy in her voice.
“Hello, Little One.”
She wanted to throw herself into my arms – I could see it in every line of her body – but she held back, waiting for permission.
Good girl.
“Come here,” I said softly.
She closed the distance between us in three quick steps and I pulled her into my arms. She fit perfectly against my chest, her small frame trembling slightly.
“I missed you, Sir,” she whispered into my shirt.
“I missed you too, Princess.”
We stood like that for a long moment before I heard Tanaka’s voice from inside.
“Daniel-san! Welcome back! Come in, come in!”
I released Mioko, but kept hold of her hand as we entered.
Tanaka greeted me warmly, and Madoka appeared with tea. After the polite exchanges, Tanaka said, “I imagine you two have much to discuss. Please, use my study. You won’t be disturbed.”
I nodded my thanks and led Mioko down the hall to Tanaka’s private study – a room lined with books, with a large desk and comfortable chairs arranged around a low table.
I closed the door behind us and gestured for Mioko to sit. She settled into one of the chairs, the folder clutched in her lap like a shield.
“Nervous?” I asked, taking the seat across from her.
“Terrified,” she admitted with a shaky laugh.
“Don’t be. Whatever you wrote in there, it’s honest. That’s all I asked for.”
“But what if—”
“No ‘what ifs,’ Mioko. Just trust me. Trust this process.”
She nodded and handed me the folder with trembling hands.
I opened it and began to read.
MIOKO
Watching Daniel-san read my checklists was torture.
His face gave nothing away – completely neutral as his eyes scanned page after page. Occasionally he’d make a small humming sound, or his eyebrow would twitch, but otherwise he was unreadable.
Oh god, he hates it. He thinks I’m a freak. He’s going to send me back to Papa and find a normal girl who doesn’t want to be treated like a—
“Mioko.”
I snapped back to attention. “Hai, Sir?”
“Stop spiraling. I can practically hear you panicking from over here.”
“Sorry, Sir.”
He set down the papers and looked at me with warm eyes. “These are excellent. Thorough, honest, and very revealing. I’m impressed.”
My shoulders sagged with relief. “Really?”
“Really. Now, let’s talk about some of your answers. I want to understand your thinking.”
He picked up the BDSM checklist first.
“Let’s start with the easy ones. Spanking, bondage, oral sex – all fives. No surprises there given what we’ve already explored.”
I blushed but nodded.
“Anal sex – you put a four with a note: ‘Want to try, nervous about size.’ That’s fair. We’ll work up to that gradually. No rush.”
Thank god.
“Age play – four. ‘Seems fun, feels natural given my appearance.’ “ He smiled slightly. “We’re definitely going to explore this. You seemed to enjoy our little ‘Daddy’ moment in the gazebo.” Daniel-san chuckled and quipped, “As young as you look, I’ll need to carry your birth certificate with me anyway.”
My face went scarlet. “I ... it just slipped out, Sir.”
“And it was perfect. Don’t be embarrassed by what turns you on, Mioko.”
He continued down the list, pausing occasionally to ask questions:
“Pet play – you put a four. Have you thought about what kind of pet you’d like to be?”
“I ... a kitten? Maybe?”
He smiled. “I can see that. We’ll explore it.”
“Orgasm control and denial – five. Interesting. You want me to control when and how you cum?”
“Hai, Sir. I ... I liked how it felt when you gave me permission in the gazebo. And then later, when you told me I could cum as much as I wanted during the massage ... both were intense in different ways.”
“Good answer. Orgasm control is a powerful tool, and you respond beautifully to it.”
He moved to the humiliation checklist, and my anxiety spiked again.
“Name calling – five. Slut, whore, cunt, cock-slave...” He looked up at me. “You really enjoy being degraded verbally, don’t you?”
“Hai, Sir,” I whispered. “It makes me feel ... owned. Like I’m just an object for your pleasure.”
“And that turns you on?”
“Very much.”
“Good. Because I plan to call you every filthy name I can think of when I’m fucking you.”
My pussy clenched and I squirmed in my seat.
He noticed and smirked. “Down, girl. We’re not done reviewing yet.”
Damn it, kitty, behave!
“Public play and exhibition – you put a three. ‘Curious but scared.’ Walk me through that.”
I swallowed. “The idea of ... of being touched in public, or having to do things where people might see ... it’s terrifying but also kind of exciting? I don’t know if I’d actually like it or just the fantasy of it.”
“That’s a soft limit we can explore carefully. Start small – maybe wearing a remote vibrator to dinner – and see how you feel.”
Oh god, that sounded both terrifying and amazing.
“Being treated like a pet – eating from a bowl, crawling, collar and leash. Four. You’re really drawn to that imagery, aren’t you?”
“Hai, Sir. I think ... I think I’d feel safe that way. Cared for. Like I don’t have to think, just obey and trust you.”
His expression softened. “That’s beautiful, Mioko. And exactly the kind of headspace a good Dom wants for his submissive.”
He flipped to a section and paused, his eyebrow raising.
Uh oh.
“Serving other people – you put a one. ‘Hard limit unless discussed extensively.’”
My stomach clenched. “I ... I know some Masters share their slaves. I know it’s part of the lifestyle for some people. But the idea of you with another woman, or me with another man...” My voice cracked. “I hate it. I know I have no right to be jealous, I’m just your submissive, but—”
“Stop.”
I froze.
He set down the papers and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees.
“Mioko, you have every right to set that boundary. I asked you to be honest, and you were. I’m not interested in sharing you. The idea of another man touching you makes me want to break things.”
Relief flooded through me. “Really?”
“Really. You’re mine. No one else’s. Understood?”
“Hai, Daniel-san!”
He smiled. “However...”
My heart sank.
“ ... there may come a time when I want you to serve me alongside another woman. Not a man – never a man. But another female submissive. How would you feel about that?”
I thought about it carefully. “If ... if she belonged to you too? If it was clear I was still yours?”
“Yes.”
“I think ... I think I could do that. It would be hard at first, but if you wanted it...”
“Good girl. We’ll revisit that conversation when and if it becomes relevant.”
When and if? Does he already have someone in mind?
But I didn’t ask. Trust and follow.
He continued through the lists, occasionally stopping to discuss, clarify, or praise my honesty.
Finally, he set them aside and looked at me seriously.
“Mioko, I want you to understand something. These lists aren’t a contract. They’re a starting point. Your limits may change over time – things that are hard no’s now might become curious maybe’s later. Or things you thought you’d enjoy might turn out to be less appealing in practice. That’s okay. This is a living document. We’ll revisit it regularly.”
“Hai, Sir.”
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