Collar My Heart
Copyright© 2026 by Megumi Kashuahara
Chapter 19: Arrivals
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 19: Arrivals - 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 woke wrapped in Daniel-san’s arms, sunlight streaming through the window, and for a moment I forgot where I was.
Then I felt it – the slight soreness between my legs, the unfamiliar weight of the collar around my neck, the dried evidence of last night still on my thighs.
Oh. Oh god. We really did it.
I was no longer a virgin. I was collared. Claimed. His.
I reached up and touched the steel band at my throat, tracing the engraved charm with my fingertip.
“Good morning, Princess,” Daniel-san murmured, his voice rough with sleep.
“Good morning, Master.”
He kissed the top of my head. “How are you feeling?”
“Sore. Happy. A little overwhelmed.”
“All normal.” He shifted slightly. “We need to get up. Your parents want to have breakfast with us before we leave for the airport.”
Reality crashed back in.
We’re leaving today. Leaving Japan. Leaving Mama and Papa.
Suddenly, I wanted to cry.
DANIEL
I felt Mioko stiffen in my arms and knew immediately what was wrong.
“Hey,” I said gently, tilting her chin up. “Talk to me.”
Her eyes were wet. “I know I agreed to this. I know I want to go with you. But ... but I’m leaving everything I’ve ever known. My home. My parents. My country.”
“I know, Little One. That’s a huge thing.”
“What if I can’t adjust? What if I hate New York? What if—”
“Stop.” I kissed her forehead. “You’re going to be scared sometimes. You’re going to be homesick. That’s normal. But you won’t be alone. You’ll have me. You’ll have Kioko. And your parents are just a phone call away.”
She nodded, sniffling.
“Besides,” I added with a smile, “you’re a Kobayashi. You’re strong, adaptable, and braver than you know. You proved that this week.”
She managed a small smile. “You really think so?”
“I know so. Now come on, let’s shower and get dressed. We have a big day ahead.”
MIOKO
Breakfast was bittersweet.
Mama had prepared all my favorite foods – miso soup, grilled fish, tamagoyaki, pickled vegetables, fresh rice. The table was laden with more food than the five of us could possibly eat.
Papa, Mama, Daniel-seat, Kioko and I sat together, and the conversation was forced and cheerful, everyone trying not to think about the fact that in a few hours, I’d be gone.
Kioko ate, her titanium collar gleaming at her throat, her eyes red from crying. She’d said her private goodbyes to Mama and Papa earlier this morning.
Finally, Papa cleared his throat.
“Mioko, Daniel-san, there’s something I want to give you before you leave.”
He stood and retrieved a wrapped package from the sideboard, handing it to Daniel-san.
Daniel-san unwrapped it carefully, revealing a beautifully bound leather journal.
“This,” Papa said, “belonged to my father, and his father before him. It’s a family journal, where the head of the household records important moments, wisdom, and family history.”
He looked at Daniel-san seriously. “You are now the head of the Kobayashi family, Daniel-san. When you take my family name, you will carry on our legacy. I ask that you record your life with my daughter in this journal, and one day, pass it on to your son.”
Daniel-san looked genuinely moved. “Tanaka-san, I ... I’m honored. Thank you.”
“Treat it well. And treat my daughter well.”
“I will. I promise.”
Mama stood and retrieved her own package, handing it to me.
“Mioko, this is my wedding kimono. I wore it when I married your father. I want you to wear it when you marry Daniel-san.”
I broke down completely. “Mama...”
She pulled me into her arms. “You will always be my daughter. Distance doesn’t change that. And when you’re ready to marry, I’ll come to New York and help you dress, just as my mother helped me.”
I clung to her, sobbing.
Papa came over and wrapped his arms around both of us. “We’re so proud of you, Mioko. So very proud.”
After a long moment, Papa gently pulled away and turned to Daniel-san.
“Take care of her.”
“With my life.”
They bowed deeply to each other – two Dominants, two men who loved the same woman in different ways, showing mutual respect.
DANIEL
The car ride to the airport was quiet.
Mioko sat between her parents in the back seat, Madoka holding her hand, Tanaka’s arm around her shoulders. I sat in the front with Kioko beside me, giving them privacy for their final moments together.
When we arrived at the airport, the goodbyes were tearful but relatively brief. Prolonging it would only make it harder.
Madoka held Mioko’s face in her hands. “Be happy, daughter. That’s all I ask.”
“I will, Mama. I promise.”
Tanaka embraced his daughter one last time. “Remember who you are. Remember what we taught you. And make me proud.”
“I will, Papa.”
They released her, and Mioko walked over to join me and Kioko.
The three of us stood together – Master, submissive, and household slave – as we prepared to begin our new life.
Tanaka and Madoka watched as we walked toward security.
Just before we disappeared from view, Mioko turned back one last time and bowed deeply to her parents.
They bowed in return.
And then we were through security, and Japan was behind us.
MIOKO
The flight to New York was thirteen hours of anxiety and excitement.
I’d never been on a plane before. Never left Japan. Never been more than a few hours from home.
Now I was flying across the Pacific Ocean to a country I’d only seen in movies and pictures.
Daniel-san sat by the window, I had the middle seat, and Kioko had the aisle. We were in business class – Daniel-san had insisted on comfortable seats for the long flight.
For the first few hours, I couldn’t settle. I kept touching my collar nervously, looking out the window at the clouds, trying to imagine what New York would be like.
Daniel-san took my hand. “What are you thinking about?”
“Everything. What if I don’t fit in? What if people stare at me because I look so young? What if I can’t understand anyone because their English is too fast?”
“Then we’ll deal with it. Together. Mioko, I’m not throwing you into the deep end alone. I’ll be with you. Kioko will be with you. We’ll take it one day at a time.”
Kioko leaned over from her seat. “And I’ll teach you all the American slang I’ve learned from TV. You’ll be saying ‘like, totally’ and ‘awesome’ in no time.”
Despite my anxiety, I giggled.
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.