Collar
My Heart
By
C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 11
When
I entered my bedroom, I was surprised and marveled at the efficiency with which
Madoka ran her home. Lying on the bed was my tuxedo, pressed and ready to wear.
While I showered and then shaved, I wondered how Mioko was fairing. I thought
to myself as the razor slid down my neck, God!
I can’t get that girl out of my mind! I’ve never felt this way before. Asuko,
you were a mature woman: you acted like one, looked like one and weren’t
innocent like her. I’ve never seen anyone more naturally submissive than her.
It’s as if her very spirit is somehow guiding her to submit. Her impetuous,
sassy innocence is such a turn-on!
After
getting dressed and tying my tie, I walked back into the bedroom to put on my jacket.
I thought I heard the rustling of silk outside the door and smiled. I looked at
my watch and it was five-fifty. I had timed the walk from my room to the living
room and I only needed a minute and forty seconds. Just the picture of my little flower kneeling
and bound just on the other side of the door had me as giddy as a schoolboy
ready to steal his first kiss! It took a lot of restraint not to open the door
and take in her sight.
At
five fifty-five, I rose and moved to the door. I took a deep breath and slowly
opened the barrier between us. I was stunned at the sight of her kneeling
there, looking at me with a timid smile and fluid eyes. Her hands neatly bound
in front of her with a big red bow covering her wrists. She knelt perfectly
erect with her arches flat on the floor and her white tabi-socked feet pointed
behind her.
I
smiled and said softly, “You are absolutely beautiful, Mioko, breathtakingly
beautiful!”
She
smiled and bowed her head a fraction due to her binding. I summoned her to rise
and pulled my hanky from my pocket. I was awed by the grace and fluidity with
which she rose to stand: a complete change from her movements earlier in the
gazebo. I dabbed her eyes saying, “Now, now, Little One, no crying or you’ll
mess up your makeup.”
She smiled and nodded and I asked her, “How do you feel?”
She
smiled again and said, “I feel like I’m yours, Daniel-san. Nothing else in the
world matters to me. All I hope to do is make you proud of me.”
I
kissed her gently on the lips and whispered, “I already am, Princess; very proud.”
She
leaned in and pressed the side of her face against my chest. I enfolded her in
my arms and asked, “You know what’s expected of you tonight, don’t you?”
She
tried to head bow, but her head was bound from tilting downward and answered,
“Hai, Daniel-san. You lead and I will follow.”
I
pushed her away at arm’s length and said, “Then let’s go. Mioko, it will be my
privilege to escort you to dinner and present you. And I thank you again for
your submission.”
She
smiled and replied, “No Sir, it is my
privilege to serve.”
I
couldn’t believe my ears! She said that
so quickly and confidently, I know it came from her heart! I just shook my head and said, “Mioko,
you are a gift I’ll always treasure.”
With
that, I picked up the ribbon and walked out the door, Mioko quietly following a
step behind.
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After
I had gotten myself into position, I was so nervous that I could hear my
heartbeat throb in my ears. Once in position, I concentrated on calming myself
and began to think about my life. I never, in my wildest dreams, thought that
when I went to my mother at the age of nine and asked her to help me make this
journey, that one day I’d be kneeling in the hallway I’d traversed for years
without a second thought. I could not count the number of times I’ve passed
this door never thinking that one day, behind it would be the man I would give
myself to. In all my years of instruction with my mother, inside I thought that I was submissive and tried
to be submissive; but now, kneeling
here, head and hands bound, I truly felt
submissive.
When
I actually thought about it, I felt a calm wash over me and I knew —for the
first time in my life — that I truly was
a submissive. Suddenly things became clearer. All those lessons and Mama’s
preaching now made sense. Deep down inside me was this burning desire, deep in
my gut, to serve.
I
heard a shuffle and then watched as the doorknob slowly turned. The door slowly
opened and when Daniel-san looked down at me he gasped as his eyes sprang wide
open. He looked at me with a serene and warm expression on his face for several
seconds then smiled. He softly said, “You are absolutely beautiful, Mioko,
breathtakingly beautiful!”
Oh Daniel-san! Thank you
wanting me! I’m a bratty, impetuous, spoiled little girl with no tits, but you
want me and think I’m breathtakingly beautiful!
I
was so happy I wanted to kiss his feet, but with my hands tied in front of me I
wasn’t about to ruin this perfect pose by falling flat on my face! He motioned
me to rise, and all the years of practice with Mama by my side vividly came
back to me. I rose with a grace and poise I’d never shown and I knew that I
would make my Daniel-san proud tonight.
He
lifted my chin with his finger and dabbed my tear-filled eyes telling me not to
cry or I’d mess up my makeup. He asked me if I knew what was expected of me and
I replied humbly, “Hai, Daniel-san. You lead and I will follow.”
He
then told me that it would be his
privilege to present me and again thanked me for my submission. At that very
moment, my love for Papa was boundless. My Papa loved me so much that he found
me the man of my dreams. The words he spoke just days before about my
submission being a gift and a true Dom would treat it as such echoed in my ears.
With all the emotion I could summon, I spoke from my heart and answered, “No
Sir, it is my privilege to serve.”
He
was so moved he started to tear and vowed, “Mioko, you are a gift I’ll always
treasure.”
There
must be this little devil in me because the little brat in me thought, I’m gonna hold you to that… Daddy.
With
that, he picked up my ribbon leash and walked out the door. I turned and
followed obediently, leaving behind us the open door.
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During
the minute and forty second walk to the dining room, I was filled with such a
sense of humility that I was stunned. I thought to myself, There is something about this firebrand of a tiny woman who looks like
a child, is completely innocent of men and inexperienced about life that
instills in me such special admiration and pride. She brings out that ingrained
need in me to lead, to nurture and help her grow. To watch the fruits of my
labor come to life in such a precious woman.
Forgive me Asuko, but
she means a lot to me. Release me, Darling from my eternal vow for her future
and mine are bound together. I will put to use all the things you taught me and
treasure her as I did you. If you can, help me and… help her to fulfill our
dreams.
I
stopped short at the end of the hallway and turned to my little flower. I asked
her softly, “Ready?”
Her
head was held high, her back straight and her hands clasped together and her
eyes just glistened! She simply radiated confidence! She gave me a beautiful
smile and replied softly, “Daniel-san, you lead and I will follow you wherever
you take me.”
We
stepped into the living room to see Tanaka and Madoka standing in position awaiting
our arrival. When Madoka saw Mioko, she gasped and took a slight step backward
from the shock. I switched lead hands to my left and stepped toward them. I
stopped at the appropriate distance and bowed to Tanaka and Madoka. Madoka
bowed gracefully and Tanaka bowed offering his hand saying “Good evening,
Daniel-san, glad you could join us.”
I
took his hand and we shook as I said, “Thank you, Tanaka-san. It is an honor to
be your guest tonight. Please let me introduce my new submissive-in-training,
Mioko Kobioshi.”
I
gently pulled on the leash and Mioko stepped forward alongside me. She bowed
gracefully to her father and then her mother. Tanaka bowed to her and said,
“You look lovely tonight, Mioko and so submissive.”
She
bowed again and replied, “Thank you, Siren. I am honored to be in the presence
of such a noted Master.”
Tanaka
leaned back a bit and raised an eyebrow saying, “Hmmm, you choose your words
well, Little One. Would you be agreeable to some polite conversation later?”
“I
humbly apologize, Siren, but that is not for me to decide. I must respectfully
ask that you speak to my Dom.”
Tanaka
broke out into laughter and slapped my shoulder saying, “If I wouldn’t have
heard it and seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed it,
Daniel-san! Are you sure this is my impudent little daughter?”
“One
and the same, Tanaka-san.”
Mioko
bowed again to her mother and said, “Good evening, Mistress. Thank you for
having me in your home.”
Madoka’s
eyes spilled over and gracefully bowed back and said, “It’s a pleasure to have
you, Mioko. As one submissive to another, do you wish to say anything?”
Mioko
looked her mother in the eye and said, “Mama, thank you. Thank you from the
bottom of my heart.”
Madoka’s
bottom lip started to quiver and she bowed deeply to her daughter. She rose and
said, “It has been an honor and a privilege to be your mother. There are no
thanks necessary.”
With
that, she then stepped forward and hugged her daughter. Tanaka was starting to
get emotional also and coughed and said, “Let’s eat, shall we?”
The
tender moment broken, Mioko stepped back alongside me and I picked up her leash
and followed our hosts to the dining room.
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As
we walked down the hallway, the deafening silence was broken by the soft tap of
Daniel-san’s heels and the shuffle of my tabi socks on the floor. My mouth was
dry and I wondered what Daniel-san was thinking. I felt nervous knowing that
Papa would probably test me. I knew that my actions tonight reflected on his
direction of my years of instruction. I reminded myself If I fail tonight, I’ve dishonored Daniel-san, Mama and ultimately
Papa.
I
stifled a giggle when I wondered how the bratty urge to kiss Papa on the cheek
would go over. I nixed that thought by reminding myself If you do that, both you and
Mama will get our asses flogged!
Right
at the end of the hallway, Daniel-san stopped, turned and asked me if I was
ready. I felt the calm and peace of knowing I was right where I belonged.
Confidently and with conviction, I smiled and answered from my heart and said,
“Daniel-san, you lead and I will follow you wherever you take me.”
Daniel-san
turned and gave a slight tug on my leash. When we entered the living room, Papa
didn’t bat an eye, but Mama was noticeably surprised — shocked is more like it.
She took a step backwards and audibly gasped. Me, my heart caught in my throat.
After
the customary bows, and openings by Papa and Daniel-san, Daniel-san introduced
me to my parents as his submissive-in-training, giving my full name. I thought
that funny, but realized it must be protocol when introducing someone to the
scene.
I
knew that Papa, being a master and head of the house was the person I first
needed to honor. I extolled him as a master and not my father and he seemed
pleased. Without wasting any time, he thought that maybe if he asked tactfully
for some polite conversation, I’d naturally answer as his daughter and not
another man’s sub. I respectfully apologized and requested he speak to my Dom.
He
broke out laughing and commented that he couldn’t believe it and asked if I was
his bratty daughter. My eyes flitted to Mama’s and she gave me a perceptible
smile and a faint nod. Silently inside, I giggled and thought I’m keeping score tonight: Mioko, one; Papa,
zip.
I
addressed Mama next and it was heartrendingly hard not to fall into her arms.
She asked me if I had anything to say and I thanked her from the bottom of my
heart. I almost lost it as I watched my ever-in-control mother almost break
down. She answered me saying, “It has been an honor and a privilege to be your
mother. There are no thanks necessary.” Her bottom lip quivered and I thought
she would lose her composure, but Papa saved her by calling us to dinner. He
was protecting his sub’s honor.
With
that, I stepped back alongside my Dom. He picked up my leash and we followed my
parents into the dining room. I had to sniffle and exhale a few times to keep
from losing my composure.
My
dearest friend in the world, my mama, the one who has led me to this point, just
poignantly displayed eighteen years of love: in her tears, her hug and her
words. I will miss her the most… why is
life so hard sometimes?