Collar My Heart

By C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 12

When we walked into the dining room, I was surprised to see the long table with only two chairs and two place settings. I gave Tanaka a quick glance and he smiled. He said jovially, “After we talked, I had to agree with you that my idea was a good one. Shall we?

And here I thought I was good at this!

Tanaka directed me to my seat and I motioned for Mioko to stop in place. Madoka had recovered and was as poised and elegant as ever. She followed Tanaka to his seat and after he and I had sat, she gracefully knelt at his side. When Madoka had sunk to her pillow, I motioned Mioko to kneel on hers

Once everyone was in place, Madoka sat back on her legs with her hands gracefully folded in her lap. Mioko remained kneeling and her position was absolutely flawless. I was so proud, I wanted to lean over and kiss her! My face was unchanged, but inside my heart leapt with pride. I thought, I can’t believe you just upstaged your mother! I am so proud very proud of you! I told her to get comfortable and sit as her mother, but she whispered, “Nanitozo, Siren (Please, Sir), I am comfortable.”

I whispered, “As you wish.”

God, I want you, girl! The very first chance I get I’m going to eat that pussy of yours and take you to heaven!

Tanaka raised a hand and the servers started to miraculously appear. As the food was laid before us, it was quiet evident that the staff was fully aware of what was going on. They first filled Tanaka’s and then my glass of water. The head butler brought a bottle of wine and after Tanaka’s approval, filled our glasses. With a nod from Tanaka, they brought out and filled glasses of each beverage for our kneeling subs. Then, two goblets of shrimp cocktail were placed before each of us.

I nodded to Tanaka and picked up a shrimp with my fork. He did likewise. I turned and asked Mioko if she was thirsty and she replied, “Hai, Siren.”

I gave her a drink of water. For proper etiquette, I cut her large prawn and fed her a bite with a fork as Tanaka did the same for Madoka. As we spoke, we would alternate bites of food: first our own then to our subs. Tanaka directed the conversation and he spoke mundanely about business. I think he did this to see if ignoring our disinterested escorts, especially my formal kneeling one, would falter or break position.

During the salad, I leaned over to dab the corner of Mioko’s mouth with a napkin and I whispered to her, “You look so beautiful kneeling for me, Princess. I have never been more proud of anyone in my entire life!”

She smiled, blushed and whispered, “Arigatou, Siren.”

The main course was wagyu kobe prime rib of beef. In Japan, beef is a very expensive commodity. An A5 grade wagyu kobe steak would cost about five hundred U.S. dollars in a restaurant. Sitting on the table was about three thousand dollars worth of beef. I asked Tanaka if I could address his sub and he nodded saying, ‘By all means, Daniel-san.”

I said to Madoka, “Madoka, I am impressed with the efficiency with which you run your home. I was surprised to see my tuxedo neatly pressed and ready to wear. Your menu is impeccable and I compliment you.”

She gave me a graceful head bow and replied, “Thank you Sir, you are most kind.”

Not to be outdone, Tanaka nodded to Mioko and I nodded back with a smile. After swallowing a bit of food, Tanaka cunningly asked, “Mioko, I hear your performance at chado this afternoon was eventful, was it not?”

Without batting an eye, Mioko replied, “Hai, Siren. I confirmed in my heart my true calling in life.”

Tanaka gave a smiling “Hmmm” and he then looked at me asking, “And the scene, Daniel-san: was it to your liking?”

I instantly knew then that Madoka had us spied on. Hmmm…perceptions, right?

I sat back as I wiped my mouth and replied, “Tanaka-san, Mioko brought honor to her father and mother.”

“Well said, Grasshopper.”

“I had a good sensei.”

I could sense his annoyance and sloughed off his condescending remark. I was better than that — and so was my submissive. My duty was to honor her as she has honored me tonight and nothing less!

After the meal, Tanaka and I stood to leave. Mioko remained kneeling and Madoka kept her pose and wasn’t about to rise until her daughter had. I motioned with my hand and Mioko planted her toes and rose so gracefully Tanaka raised his eyebrows in amazement.

Jesus H. Kee—rist! How in the hell did you do that after kneeling for an hour! I’m going to pay homage to you and kiss every square inch of that tiny little body of yours, girl! You have no idea how proud I am of you!

After Mioko rose, Madoka arose mirroring her daughter’s poise. I turned and picked up Mioko’s leash and walked to the end of the table to walk side-by-side with Tanaka. Tanaka put his arm around me with a grin as we walked to the living room for tea with our subs obediently a step behind.

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When we walked into the dining room, I was surprised to see all but two of the chairs removed. Papa said something about an idea of his and laughed. It was then that I saw the two pillows. I felt hurt that Papa would do this to my mother and me and try to embarrass either one of us. He would compare me to Mama and judge me unfairly. I thought, If this is some sort of tough love, it sure stinks!

All Papa did was get my dander up and the brat in me came out. Inside I steeled myself thinking, If this is how you want it, so be it! Mama, it’s either you or me and I’m damn sure not going to fail on my presentation night!

In deference to my parents, Daniel-san directed me to my pillow but didn’t direct me to kneel. After Papa had sat and Mama had knelt beside him, Daniel-san directed me to kneel. When I was in position, Mama sat back on her legs and struck her graceful pose. I took a deep breath and thought, Sorry Mama, but you lose.

I remained kneeling as statuesque as I possibly could and Daniel-san politely whispered to me that I could sit back, but I told him I was comfortable kneeling. I saw it in his eyes — he was bursting with pride.

YESS! Mioko, two; Papa, zip; Mama, zip!

I glanced at Mama and her expression was mixed. She was proud and happy for my tiny victory, but sad knowing she’d failed her master by having the student upstage her teacher. Mama would probably pay for my victory.

During the salad, Daniel-san hit the side of my mouth with a bite and a drop of dressing lingered at the corner of my mouth. He leaned over to wipe it and whispered, “You look so beautiful kneeling for me, Princess. I have never been more proud of anyone in my entire life!”

I instantly knew that the dressing wasn’t an accident. That’s my man! I was so proud I felt a warmth wash over me and my cheeks flushed. I’m proud of me too.

My knees started to hurt and while Papa spoke of business I zoned out thinking back to my childhood. I remember being ten and whenever Mama would punish me, she would make me kneel on the hard, unforgiving stone floor of the kitchen in just my panties. She would walk around me with a riding crop and continually smack me. She’d zap me in the small of my back and say, “Keep that back straight,” or sting my shoulders and say “Shoulders back, head up.” Whenever I’d tire and start to sit back on my legs, she’d snap the crop on the back of my thighs and order “Kneel up, don’t break position.”

I wanted to cry remembering those burning stings, but instead, I silently thanked her for it. Daniel-san complimented Mama — I think, but I wasn’t paying attention. When Papa called my name I immediately put my thoughts away. He asked me if my performance at chado was “eventful”.

Daniel-san said earlier our lives are private — period! I proudly looked at Papa and told him my true calling in life was confirmed. Papa grinned and hummed. Gotcha Papa. Mioko, three; Papa, zip; Mama, zip

Although I didn’t look at him, when Papa mentioned the scene, I could somehow cosmically sense Daniel-san’s annoyance at being spied on. Growing up in a household like mine, nothing that went on behind the walls of our estate escaped Mama’s or Papa’s knowledge.

Daniel-san answered that I brought honor to him and my parents and Papa seemed flustered that he didn’t get a hint of admission from either one of us. He proved my assumption by ending the meal after the main course, forgoing the dessert.

I learned just how honorable a man Daniel-san is. He knew I’d outperformed anyone’s expectations of me — including his and he was gracious to let my mother reclaim some of her dignity. He bade me to stand because he knew that on our own, neither one of us would stand first. I obeyed.

I took a deep cleansing breath and curled my toes to get a good grip on the floor and said to myself, The last impression is the best impression. I closed my eyes and with every fiber of my being held my breath and rose as gracefully as the image Daniel-san had painted just hours before of his perfect submissive. My mother couldn’t have done it any better!

Once standing, I let out a sigh. I’d done it! It was perfect! Sorry Papa, Mioko, four; Papa, zip; Mama, zip

My legs burned like I’d just run a marathon and my thighs quivered and for a moment, I thought I might stumble. I just stood there motionless and thought, Heart be still and the quivering stopped. Daniel—san picked up my leash and as he passed I turned to follow.

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We retired to the living room for tea and Tanaka directed me to a chair. I bowed my head and sat and motioned for Mioko to kneel at my feet. Tanaka sat and motioned for Madoka to kneel at his feet also. I didn’t want a test of wills or bad blood between mother and child, so I laid my hand on Mioko’s shoulder. When she looked up, I said, “Sit back and relax, Mioko” and gave her a look that meant no discussion.

She answered, “Hai!” and sat back on her legs gracefully. Madoka followed suit. We talked of the meal and of old friends in the Tokyo scene. Mioko’s ears perked up because she was getting an education about the D/s scene in Tokyo that was heretofore withheld from her.

After about thirty minutes, Tanaka motioned if he could address Mioko. I nodded and he rose went to her and bade her to stand. Mioko looked at me and I nodded. She rose gracefully and confidently faced her father. He reached down and took hold of her leash and slowly drew her hands up. When they were at waist level, he took hold of them and gently squeezed them.

He let go of her hands and in an uncharacteristic show of public affection, leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. Looking into her eyes he said, “Mioko? In all my twenty-five years as Dominant, I have never been so proud of a submissive, save your mother. You have honored your Dom with excellence and perfection and in doing so have brought honor to me and your mother. You are truly your mother’s daughter.”

With that he bowed deeply to me then to his daughter and said, “It’s been a long day so I bid you good night.”

I rose and gave Tanaka a deep bow and then to Madoka. He turned saying, “Come Madoka” and started to leave the room. When he reached the doorway he stopped and turned. He said with a grin, “Oh, and Mioko? Your mother will not suffer for your performance. In fact, she will be warmly rewarded.”

With that, he turned and left, Madoka following obediently.

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Once in the living room, Papa directed Daniel-san to his seat. Papa sat, then Daniel-san and he motioned for me to kneel at his feet. Once I’d knelt, so did Mama. I think Papa and Daniel-san waited a moment to see if this was going to be a test of wills between Mama and me. Everyone knew that if I sat back on my legs and Mama remained kneeling, the point would be moot. Daniel-san touched my shoulder and I looked up at him. He gave me a firm look and told me to sit back and relax. I answered and obeyed.

After the polite conversation about the meal, Papa and Daniel-san began to talk of the Tokyo D/s scene. My ears really perked up for this and paid close attention to the topic. I looked at Mama and she smiled and almost chuckled. I’d been after her for a year to talk about this and she always refused.

Papa asked Daniel-san if he could speak to me and Daniel-san gave his approval. When Papa rose and after coming to me motioned for me to stand, I got frightened and looked to Daniel-san. He smiled warmly and nodded, so as gracefully as my aching legs would allow, I rose to stand before my father.

Papa had a strange look in his eyes and when he took hold of my leash, I didn’t know what to expect. He raised my bound hands and took them in his and gave them a gentle, affectionate squeeze. He then leaned in and kissed my forehead. My eyes started to well up and he said softly, “Mioko? In all my twenty-five years as Dominant, I have never been so proud of a submissive, save your mother. You have honored your Dom with excellence and perfection and in doing so have brought honor to me and your mother. You are truly your mother’s daughter.”

My heart just melted. I couldn’t help it, but I mouthed the words, “I love you Papa.”

Ever the one to save face, Papa expressed fatigue at the long day and said goodnight. He called to Mama and they started to leave the room. He stopped and turned and told me with a grin that Mama would be rewarded for my performance and not punished. He then turned and left the room with Mama a step behind.

The tears streamed down my face as I watched them disappear into the dark, long hallway. I said to myself, Papa, thank you for loving me and bringing me Daniel-san and Mama, thank you for teaching me how to be his.

I was a woman now — Daniel-san’s submissive woman — and as a woman, I claimed my bittersweet victory silently declaring the outcome: Game… set… match.