Collar My Heart
Copyright© 2026 by Megumi Kashuahara
Chapter 17: Preparations and Transfers
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 17: Preparations and Transfers - 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
Tuesday morning, Kioko and I sat cross-legged on my bed with my laptop between us, scrolling through pages and pages of collars on various BDSM websites.
“That one’s pretty,” I said, pointing to a delicate silver chain-style collar.
Kioko shook her head. “Too fragile. I need something that can handle daily wear.”
We’d been at this for over an hour, and I was starting to understand just how personal a choice this was. The collar would be a constant reminder of her new life, her new owner, her new home.
“What about this?” Kioko pointed to a leather collar with decorative stitching.
“It’s nice, but ... don’t you want something more permanent? Something that shows you’re valued?”
She looked at me with sad eyes. “Mioko, I’m household staff. A simple leather collar is probably more than I deserve.”
“Stop that,” I said firmly. “You’re not ‘just’ anything. You’re my friend, and you’re going to be part of Daniel-san’s household. That means something.”
She smiled weakly but continued scrolling.
Then she stopped.
“Wait,” she breathed. “Go back.”
I scrolled up and there it was: the Eternity Collar in titanium. A beautiful, continuous band that looked both elegant and permanent.
“That one,” she whispered. “It’s ... it’s beautiful.”
I read the description aloud: “Titanium construction, locking mechanism, continuous design symbolizing eternal commitment. Two hundred dollars.”
Kioko’s face fell. “That’s too expensive. I should pick something simpler.”
“No,” I said decisively. “This is the one. I can see it in your eyes – you love it.”
“But—”
“No buts. Daniel-san can afford it, and more importantly, you deserve something beautiful. Something that shows you’re cherished, not just owned.”
Tears welled in her eyes. “You really think so?”
“I know so. Now let’s order it for pickup tomorrow.”
After we’d placed the order, we grabbed our purses and headed out to shop for my negligee.
DANIEL
Tuesday afternoon, I sat with Tanaka in his study, finalizing the details for Friday’s Rose Ceremony.
“The roses have been ordered,” Tanaka said, checking his list. “White for Mioko, red for you. Both with thorns intact. They’ll be delivered Friday morning.”
“Good. And the chain?”
“Six feet of light silver chain, as specified. It will be purified in the flame before use.”
I nodded, feeling the weight of what was coming. The Rose Ceremony wasn’t just a collaring – it was a lifetime commitment. A promise to care for Mioko, guide her, protect her, and cherish her gift of submission for as long as we both lived.
Maybe longer.
“Are you certain about this, Daniel-san?” Tanaka asked quietly. “The Rose Ceremony is not undertaken lightly. It’s a bond that transcends even death, according to tradition.”
“I’m certain,” I replied without hesitation. “I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”
“Then I am honored to witness it.”
We sat in comfortable silence for a moment before I asked, “And Kioko? Is she prepared for tomorrow night?”
“She is nervous, but willing. Madoka has spoken with her extensively. She understands what presenting herself nude signifies – complete availability to you, in any capacity you choose.”
“I’ll be gentle with her. I know her history.”
“I know you will. That’s why I’m entrusting her to you.”
MIOKO
The lingerie boutique was small and discreet, tucked away in a quiet shopping district. Kioko and I browsed the racks, looking for the perfect negligee for my Rose Ceremony.
“What about this?” Kioko held up a white silk number with delicate lace trim.
“Too opaque,” I said. “Daniel-san specified semi-sheer. He wants to see me through it.”
My cheeks burned just saying it out loud.
We continued searching until I found it: a white negligee in the softest, sheerest silk I’d ever felt. It had thin straps, a modest neckline that would fall just below my collarbones, and the fabric was transparent enough to reveal my body but gauzy enough to maintain some mystery.
“That’s the one,” Kioko breathed. “You’ll look like an angel.”
“An angel about to get thoroughly deflowered,” I muttered, and we both dissolved into giggles.
After purchasing the negligee (and ignoring the saleswoman’s knowing smile), we stopped at a café for tea.
“Are you scared?” Kioko asked quietly. “About Friday?”
“Terrified,” I admitted. “But in a good way? Like ... I know it’s going to hurt. I know his cock is massive and I’m tiny. But I also know he’ll take care of me.”
“He will. I can tell he’s a good man.”
“Are you scared? About tomorrow night?”
Kioko stirred her tea, not meeting my eyes. “Yes. Very much. Presenting myself nude in front of everyone ... offering myself to him completely ... it’s...” She trailed off.
“It’s brave,” I said firmly. “You’re being so brave, Kioko. And I’ll be there. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
She smiled through tears. “Thank you, Mioko. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You’ll never have to find out. We’re in this together now.”
DANIEL
Wednesday morning, the girls left early to pick up Kioko’s collar. I used the time to review the contract one final time.
The document was comprehensive – pages and pages outlining Mioko’s submission, my responsibilities as her Dominant, her limits (hard and soft), protocols, punishments, rewards, and the conditions under which the contract could be renegotiated or terminated.
At the bottom was a space for both our signatures and the date.
Friday night, after the Rose Ceremony, after I claimed her virginity, we would sign this together.
My phone buzzed with a text from Mioko: We have it! Kioko is so excited! See you tonight!
Tonight. Kioko’s collaring ceremony.
I’d been thinking carefully about how to handle this. Kioko needed to understand her place in my household, but I also needed her to feel valued and safe.
The collar I’d approved her to choose was expensive and beautiful – deliberately so. I wanted her to know she wasn’t just property to be used and discarded.
She was a person. A valued member of my household. And while I owned her completely, I would treat her with the respect and care she deserved.
MIOKO
Wednesday evening, we gathered in Papa’s formal sitting room.
Papa and Mama sat in chairs along one wall, witnesses to what was about to happen. I stood beside them, my heart pounding.
Daniel-san stood in the center of the room, dressed formally in dark slacks and a crisp white shirt. He looked calm, commanding, every inch the Dominant.
The door opened, and Kioko entered.
She wore a simple white robe, belted at the waist, and nothing else. Her hair was down, falling past her shoulders. Her face was composed but pale, and I could see her hands trembling.
She walked to a position about six feet in front of Daniel-san and stopped.
“Kioko,” Daniel-san said formally. “Do you come here of your own free will?”
“Hai, Master,” she whispered.
“Do you understand what this ceremony means? That you are transferring your ownership from Tanaka-san to me? That you will belong to me completely, to serve in whatever capacity I choose?”
“Hai, Master. I understand.”
“Then disrobe.”
With shaking hands, Kioko untied her robe and let it fall to the floor.
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