Collar My Heart

By C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 1

I had just finished breakfast and with a nice hot cup of coffee in hand, moved into my home office to work on some code for a computer game I was redesigning when the phone rang on my business line.

“Hello,” I answered with my usual professional tone, “Daniel Wainright speaking.”

“Daniel-san!”

The voice of my trusted friend, mentor and business partner, Tanaka Kobiashi of Kobiashi Electronics brought a smile to my face. “Tanaka-san! To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?”

“What,” he answered in mock indignation, “can’t an old friend call, or have you locked yourself up in that lonely mansion of yours hiding from the world?”

“Not hiding,” I replied defensively, “I just hate the commute into Manhattan and lately, I seem to get more done at home. No distractions.”

“Daniel… this is your old friend, Tanaka. We both know the truth, why do you put a wall between us?”

I’d been expecting this call and dreading it while at the same time welcoming it. I knew that my mentor, the man that saw my true nature, would only be calling out of genuine care and concern and felt it his duty to again guide his protégé. So, with some humility in my voice I answered, “Tanaka-san, I learned many years ago that whenever you spoke in that tone, there was a fatherly lecture coming.”

“I always knew you were a very perceptive man and yes, I’ve called for several reasons. First, to find out why I haven’t received any new promising game demos that will increase our fortunes. Well?”

“I apologize, old friend, I haven’t been very creative lately. I’m just working on the updates for several of our games so they can be played on the new game system coming out this fall.”

“Hmmm,” Tanaka replied contemplatively. “I’m disappointed in you Daniel. This is a job that you could have delegated to one of the many programmers in your employ. This leads me to the second reason I’m calling.”

Tanaka left a purposeful pause before continuing. I immediately thought, Here it comes, the “why don’t you move on with your life” lecture.

“It’s time to move on Daniel-san. Asuko has been gone a year now. You are stagnating: both in your life and in your creativity. As you are well aware, our mutual friends in the community are worried about you. I’m worried about you. You’re floundering because you cannot be true to your true nature. What is a Dominant without a submissive?”

“Tanaka-san,” I signed with trace of trepidation.

I really didn’t want to be having this conversation again, especially with my most trusted friend, who knew me better than anyone save my long, lost Asuko. “I am honored by your concern. It reinforces my knowledge that we’re trusted friends, but I would rather not discuss this right now. Just so you know, I’ve been on a few dates engineered by friends in the lifestyle, but in all fairness to the women involved, my heart wasn’t in it. I’ve given a few lectures at munches and even a few demonstrations. The difficulty I find is that there’s so many needy, walking wounded out there. I haven’t the patience for players. I’m carrying around some baggage and I don’t feel like adding to it by wading through someone else’s.”

“Daniel,” my old friend said in a soothing tone, “Have I intruded into your grieving? Have I not let you grieve and given you ample time to settle things on your mind? What else are friends for if not to be honest and tell a true friend when they’re floundering? You seem to forget, it was I that introduced you to Asuko. No one knows you better than I, Daniel-san. I think of you as a son. Asuko would have become one of my own, but I saw that you needed her more than I. The two of you became a living work of art in the community.”

“We were at that,” I replied appreciatively.

“So, my dear friend, I wish you indulge me a favor. Do you trust my judgment to at least listen to what I have to say?”

“Of course, Tanaka-san,” I answered truthfully and with a measure of respect, “As always, I will keep an open mind, listen and defer to your wisdom and experience.”

“That’s better. Now I know of a young woman who is naturally submissive like her mother. She’s been brought up in such a way as to encourage and reinforce her submissive nature. Along with female tutors, her mother has home schooled her. She is a gentle submissive like Asuko and very intelligent, perceptive and quick witted although she’s somewhat impetuous because of her youth and naiveté. But she’s now at the age and temperament where she needs someone with a gentle, firm and controlling hand she can submit to.”

“Excuse me, I don’t mean to interrupt but you said she’s young: how young?”

“I’ll get to that in a moment. Having had little contact with men, she’s very shy, reserved yet compliant, strives to please but needs someone to direct her. Her mother is my slave and the girl is aware of her mother’s lifestyle and sees her mother as her mentor and idol. But from close observation — and her mother agrees — she now needs a strong man’s hand to guide her on the rest of her journey.

“She’s very similar to Asuko in temperament and her approach to her submissiveness, but she is different in many ways. She has a real bratty streak in her, which I know you can deal with.

“Mioko has never dated or had a relationship with a man outside of group social settings, but has, for the past two years fantasized about submitting to a man and lately has been masturbating like a demon.”

“This is all very interesting, Tanaka-san, but…”

“Daniel-san,” Tanaka interrupted, “Mioko is my own eighteen year-old daughter.”

The silence was so loud it was deafening.

“Tanaka-san, I… I don’t know what to say.” I was stunned!

“Why me Tanaka-san?” I asked still somewhat numb. “I mean, even though we’re close personal friends and I look at you as my mentor, I’m still a gaijin. I can honestly say that I’ve never once felt like a gaijin with you. We were always just two men, I never thought of race.”

“And neither have I, Daniel-san.”

“What would your close friends and business associates think of your daughter and a foreigner together? Wouldn’t some in Japan look upon our having a relationship as you breaking with culture?

“Do you think for one minute, Daniel,” Tanaka reasoned, “that I would entrust my only daughter to just any Dominant — Japanese or otherwise, if I didn’t believe that she was a match for him and he for her?”

“I know full well you wouldn’t, Sir,” I agreed honestly.

“When we first met almost ten years ago, I knew immediately that you were a Dominant. I saw a young man like my younger self with drive, character and conviction and one with a gentle loving heart. But — you lacked being grounded: centered. I’m talking about the confidence and bearing that comes with knowing who and what you truly are.

“I knew that Asuko was the right person at the right time to help you find your true self. Believe it or not, she initially expressed reservations because of the fact that you weren’t Japanese. So I put the question to her, ‘What are you looking for in a Dom? Is it his character and ability to guide you or is it more important that he be Japanese? ’ I also told her that her selection of a truly good Japanese Dom was limited given the small number in Japan. Fortunately for you, she chose the man, not his nationality.”

“I didn’t know,”

“She didn’t want to hurt you and she felt too ashamed about it,” Tanaka revealed. “She fell in love with you almost immediately and it didn’t seem to matter after that. Anyway, I kept a close eye on you and your progress. When my perceptions proved to be true, that’s when I got personally involved. I have another confession to make, Daniel-san. Because of my vanity and the belief that I am one of the best Doms in Japan, I wanted to mold you to be similar to me: a powerful man successful in business, in life and a knowledgeable and capable Dominant.”

“I’ve always felt,” I interjected, “that we were very much alike from the moment I met you. I didn’t know about either of our lifestyle tendencies at the time. It just seemed like we could almost know what the other was thinking.”

“That,” Tanaka replied, “bothered me at first, but again, you proved my perceptions correct and quickly proved that you weren’t going to take advantage of that in our business relationship.”

“It never occurred to me to do that, Tanaka.”

“If you know anything about me, Daniel, is that my family is what’s most important to me and all of my personal decisions are based on their welfare.”

“I know, Tanaka,” I agreed. “Even though my family only consisted of Asuko and me, that family was also my first priority.”

“And now, Daniel-san,” Tanaka said with a tone I didn’t recognize, “I will reveal the entirety of my reasons for calling. Please do not interrupt, but let me finish what I have to say.”

“Hai,” I replied respectfully.

“You know, Daniel,” my dear friend said in a tone that I found surprising humble for him, “I have always thought of you as a son. I came to feel this way about you not only because of who you are as a person, but more importantly, because you embraced the Japanese culture. You learned to speak Japanese as fluently as a native and you have learned the culture along with many of its subtle intricacies.”

“I did it out of love for my wife,” I replied with some melancholy in my voice.

“I’m sure you know how important it is in Japanese culture to maintain our family lineage to us. Hell, I’ll just come out and say it. You know yourself I’m a very vain man. I’ve built a global financial empire, am forty-five years old and have no heir to carry on my family name. My seed will die with me, do you understand?”

“Hai, Tanaka-san,” I replied, “but I don’t essentially agree with the whole idea of your lineage dying with you. Mioko has the same number of your chromosomes as a male would. Your genes will live on in her children.”

“You know what I mean, Daniel,” he retorted rather curtly. “My family name is what I’m talking about. There has been a Kobiashi from my lineage for three hundred years and it will die with me. Never more will there be a Kobiashi from my gene pool.”

He left the sentence hang for a moment, I guess to gauge my reaction. I audibly sighed and said, “Tanaka-san, we both know that life is temporal and in the end, so are all family names. What does all this have to do with you trying to arrange a meeting between Mioko and me?”

“Daniel-san,” Tanaka said, “I truly believe that you and Mioko are as much a perfect match as you and Asuko were. If I didn’t believe that, I would not have considered what I’m about to humbly request. If you and Mioko form that connection like you and Asuko did, and you two end up marrying, would you consider the Japanese custom of taking my family name? If you did this, you would, for all intents and purposes, become Japanese.”

When his question registered in my mind, it felt like the floor had suddenly been yanked out from under me. I almost dropped the receiver and it slipped in my hand as I sat there in total shock.

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After my nails had dried, I took a shower, dressed and climbed into bed. As I lay in bed looking out my window at the night sky, the stars are brilliant in the clear, crisp spring evening sky, I sat up and walked out onto my balcony and sat in a chair. Pulling my legs up and hugging them to my chest, I happen to glance up and gasp, seeing a shooting star streak across the sky and then fade away into the darkness. Quickly I made my wish.

My dream is like that shooting star, I pondered silently, making its presence known and then seemingly fading away. I sigh to myself out loud, “Oh gods, where is my Master?”

Silence.

I didn’t expect an answer to my wishful, rhetorical question. I feel such a deep longing, wanting – no needing – stirring my chi to be taken and dominated by the man in my nightly dreams. With a sigh, I unfolded myself from the chair and returned to bed and relived my nine year-old memory…

When I was nine, I awoke in the middle of the night only to find my parent’s room empty so I went looking for them. My parents had inadvertently left the door to their “playroom” open a door I didn’t know existed. I quickly slapped my hands tight over my mouth as I gasped in wide-eyed shock when I saw my mother naked, tied in classic kinbaku-bi, hands tied behind her back, her breasts accentuated by the intricate interlaced pattern designed to thrust her bound breasts outward. Her body was suspended in midair with her head facing me. My father was hitting her breasts with a flogger. The look on her face was frightening to me as a young child, but yet mesmerizing. She had a look of pain and yet, peaceful ecstasy. I later described it to be painfully peaceful bliss. Papa began to finger my mother’s sex and she swooned and thrust her pelvis toward his stroking fingers, inviting more contact. She looked… free.

Hypnotized by her expression I knew then, deep in my nine year-old tummy that I wanted to experience the bliss I’d seen on my mother’s face, to be totally free Lately, my desire to submit myself to a man and feel the restraint of his bindings and the sting of his crop has been getting more intense. My pussy constantly runs like a faucet and just the visualization of being dominated drives me to masturbate furiously while I imagine Him thrusting into me and taking me for his pleasure. I suddenly realize that my hand has moved between my legs inside my panties and languidly stroking my sopping cunt.

I’m such a naughty girl, I giggle inwardly. Cunt — my Master would use that word…

My, my, what have we here? Aren’t you a nasty little thing? Play with that sopping cunt, you naughty little slut, but don’t you dare cum! That’s it, Rub your clit. Let me hear you beg for it!

“Please, Master,” I whine softly into the darkness. The night is still, silent, but I can hear the wet sounds of my fingers teasing my distended, throbbing pleasure center. “Please, Master let me c-cum for you.”

Pinch your nipples, pull on them. That’s it.

“Yes, Master. Ohhh!”

You’re beautiful, simply beautiful, little one.

My cunt clenches and I blush from his approval

Rub that clitty harder, that’s it, work it for me.

“Pl-Pleeeeese, Master, l-let me c-cum for you!” I beg my imaginary Master.

He’s now standing over me, stroking his magnificent cock, inches from my face. My fingers are a blur as I stick out my tongue and stretch to take him into my mouth.

Don’t you dare stop; work it, Little One. Stroke harder and pull on those nips.

“Oh, God, p-p-please Master, let me c-cum for you!”

With controlled firmness he said, When you taste my cum, you may have your release. I saw his cock head swell slightly in his hand and start to spurt when, with unbelievable control he whispered, Cum! Cum for me, Mioko !

I could actually taste the imaginary warmth and saltiness of his spend as the first shot hit the back of my throat and I squealed out, “Oh God yesss!” My hips lifted off the bed and I sprayed my juices over my hand as he coated my face with three more spurts, then everything went black.

I hazily awoke from my lust-filled stupor and found my thighs wet and the bed soaked. With a dreamy smile, I didn’t care. I’ll change the sheets in the morning.

I fall asleep sated, wasted after I’d cum on my fingers dreaming of… Him.

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“Say something, Daniel,” Tanaka asked.

“I don’t know what to say, Tanaka. Correct me if I’m wrong, but doesn’t a foreigner have to become a Japanese citizen to take a Japanese name?”

“Yes,” he confirmed. “If you agree that if and when you and Mioko marry, I will adopt you upon marriage. This will give you the title of adopted son-in-law and you can take my name. After which, you will be my heir and Kobiashi Electronics will become your inheritance. You can fold Videotronics into the larger company as a subsidiary. Your first born male child will carry on the family name and keep the Kobiashi line intact.”

“God!” I sighed over the phone while shaking my head, “This seems so surreal. It’s like we’re two samurai arranging a marriage to consolidate power or something.”

“The companies and wealth are a minor side issue and not the motivating factor here. What I’m proposing is a win-win-win situation for you, Mioko and me. You get a compatible sub and mate, Mioko gets her dream of a loving Dom and I can go to my grave knowing the Kobiashi name will live on.”

“You sure are assuming a lot, aren’t you,” I asked with some gravity. “First of all, you’re relying on unknown variables to plan your legacy. They’re all a bunch of ‘what ifs’. What if Mioko and I don’t click? What if we click, but it doesn’t work out? What if I choose not to take Japanese citizenship? What if I choose not to meet Mioko at all?”

“I assume nothing, Daniel-san,” he retorted. “This plan is a proposal with lifelong ramifications for everyone involved. I don’t assume anything. All I have are my instincts and my instincts tell me that you and she are perfectly matched to provide each other with what each of you needs to be happy. I would be eternally indebted to you if you would take my name in the event that you two marry. Is it a prerequisite? No. I tell you that you two are made for each other and that you should meet her, even if you decide against taking my name. I want Mioko to be happy and I believe that you are the man to provide that happiness in a lifestyle that both of you have embraced.

“There, I’ve laid my cards out on the table and made my request. Here’s what I propose. You honor me with the promise to meet her. If there’s that spark, then you remain for one week, build a rapport with her then return to the U. S. with her to start a new life if things go well. If there’s no connection there, you enjoy a pleasant week as my honored guest. What’s the harm in that?”

I sat silent for several moments trying to collect my thoughts. I owed this man a lot. He had single handedly shaped my adult life and in part guided me to be the man I am. He was absolutely right about Asuko and he felt even more adamant about Mioko being a match for me. I figured I’d meet him halfway and see how things panned out. Eliminate as many “what ifs” as possible. If I met the woman and we didn’t connect, everything would be moot. So I began my response with, “All right, Tanaka-san, I’ll meet Mioko. There’s no use in discussing anything any further until we both know for sure whether your hunch about us is correct. I don’t see marriage in my immediate future, but if or when that time comes, we’ll revisit the name change issue then. Is that agreeable with you?”

“Agreed. You’ve made me a very happy man, Daniel-san!” Tanaka beamed over the phone. I could almost picture him leaning back in his chair and chewing on a Cuban cigar.

To lighten things up a bit, I changed gears and asked, “You say she’s eighteen? Can you send a photo?”

“Yes, she has just turned eighteen. I could send you a photo, but I’d rather not and here’s why. I’d like for you both to be on equal footing and see each other for the first time at the same moment. I will be able to tell if there’s a connection between both of you. You do remember Madoka, my wife don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir, I do,” I replied remembering the tiny woman with a smile. “Remember I asked you if she was in high school? I was so embarrassed.”

Tanaka deftly left the rest unsaid, knowing I’d deduce the similarities between mother and child.

“She and her mother are very close, and discuss the lifestyle and Mioko’s feelings and emotions. Mioko has told her mother that her hard limits are no animals, kids, incest, asphyxiation or scat. Surprisingly, these are pretty much your hard limits also, correct?”

“Not uncommon, but yes.”

“She has one more hard limit. She’ll only submit to her Dom: not another male. She has no problem if she’s introduced to the Sapphic arts, but she doesn’t want to be shared sexually with another man. I believe her mother has reinforced this with her. It’s also, to use your word, uncanny, that you have a history of a wonderful D/s relationship with only one woman. Besides, I want to make sure she doesn’t get abused or taken advantage of by some smooth talking wannabe player out there.”

“Well, that’s kind of misleading. I did have sex with other women during our marriage, and Asuko had sex with other men. She didn’t have any hard limit on being only with me. She trusted my limits.”

“This you can strive to bend her to your liking if need be. In any event, because Mioko and Madoka are so close, I’m not going to inform Madoka who’s arriving to visit, only a business partner. Once you arrive, those two will most assuredly have a conference and Mioko will learn every bit of what Madoka knows about you. After the initial meeting, I’ll tell Madoka the real reason for your visit and that I purposely brought the two of you together.

“Can you get a visa and fly out next Friday morning? That should put you in Tokyo on Saturday morning. You can stay and return the following Saturday. Is that agreeable with you?”

“Yes, I’ll get Trudy, my secretary, to make the arrangements. Besides dominating your daughter and becoming Daniel Kobiashi, your son, is there anything else I can help you with, Tanaka-san?” I asked with a chuckle. I just couldn’t resist.

“No, today I’ve hopefully fulfilled my obligations to my ancestors, as a father to his daughter and as a counselor to a trusted friend “

“Again Tanaka-san, I’d be honored to meet Mioko. I’ll call you with my flight arrangements as soon as they’re made, okay?”

“That’s fine. I’ll be leaving the office in about an hour, call me on my cell.”

“Will do. Sayonara, Tanaka-san.”

“Sayonara, Daniel-san.”

I made the call to Trudy and in her ever efficient manner, called back an hour later and gave me my flight information. She had my passport, which she took from the office safe and said she’d have my visa ready by Monday, a week from now. I called Tanaka and relayed my flight information.

After hanging up the phone, I asked myself, “I’ve got to be crazy to fly halfway around the world on a man’s hunch. And… a man that wants me to dominate his daughter, give up my name and take his!”

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I knew something was up when Papa called my mother and me into his study. When he told us he was having a business partner visit for a week, I was livid.

I hated meeting his business associates! Standing at the door and bowing with a humble smile just for the opportunity to be ogled. Most were uncouth gaijin that believed that every woman in a kimono was a geisha, willing to please. They were so ignorant of Japanese culture they believed the fallacy that a geisha was a prostitute. They invariably couldn’t control themselves and practically undressed me with their eyes every time I was around. Knowing Papa was Master, neither Mama nor I would ever openly question him. I’d just bow respectfully and reply, “Hai, Oto-san (respectful for father).”

Leaving his study, we retired to the sitting room.

“But Mama,” I whined, “Doesn’t he see how these men look at us like we’re some sort of concubine or something?”

“Stop it, Mioko,” Mama chastened, “Your father has his reasons. These men and your father deal in international contracts where millions of dollars are at stake. You’re acting like a petulant child, not like the submissive woman you claim to desire to become. Submit to your father because it pleases him we do so that when the time comes, you’ll know what’s required of you. You dishonor your father and me by this contemptuous attitude.

“You need to train yourself to show the same, submissive attitude when alone as when you’re in your Dom’s presence. Who you are when you’re alone is the person you truly are inside. Is this what you’ll be like when you’re claimed? Giving lip service to your Dom while seething behind his back? I can’t wait for the day when the right man collars you. He’ll delight in teaching you the lessons of being a true submissive.

“You’re in training, although informally, but you need to keep focusing on your goal and ask yourself a simple question. Am I truly submissive and do I desire to put myself in the hands of another? Or is this some kind of game to you where you think you can play around? A good Dom will see through you in a matter of minutes and won’t waste his time on a bratty little girl wanting to be bound and have her butt thrashed.”

“You’re right, Mama,” I replied ashamedly. Why am I so impetuous? I always seem to put my foot in my mouth. And Mama is always there with her quick, barbed rebuke to bring me back in line.

“But, but why, Mama,” I asked almost imploringly. “Why haven’t you taught me more of what it’s like to be a submissive in this lifestyle?”

“For several reasons, Mioko,” she replied seriously. “First, you were a child. Being sixteen or seventeen and having hair on your pussy and nipples to tweak doesn’t make you a woman. It would be wrong of your father or me to introduce you to this lifestyle when you were a minor. Secondly, every Dom has his own views on how to train a new sub. Granted, there are prerequisites such as trust, communication, safe, sane and consensual limits, contracts and honestly discussing each of your desired goals in a relationship, which we’ve discussed at length. Here’s something else to think about. What if your Dom turns out to be a gaijin?”

“Huh? But, b-but,” I stuttered in surprise, “I always assumed my ideal Dom would be Japanese. I mean, who would better understand me than another Japanese?”

“There you go assuming again. Who knows what the future holds for you? A good Dom will see what’s inside you: those special traits that all submissives have regardless of race. Remember that we’re all people first and these traits are universal. You’d be surprised at the number of foreign men that have an extensive knowledge of Japanese D/s culture. Many have Japanese subs and actively participate in the Tokyo scene.

“What you need to need to focus on is your desire to submit. If this is truly your nature, and believe me, my child, I believe that it is, then you need to train your mind to mirror what’s in your heart. Then, when that certain man comes along, deep down inside you you’ll feel it. You’ll know in an instant what your purpose is.

“It could be anything: his eyes, the sound of his voice, his touch, or even his mannerisms. It could be all of those wrapped up in a single package. If he’s gorgeous, then all the better.

“You’re limiting your possibilities and therefore your ability to focus on what’s most important: your submission, Let your Dom help you find your possibilities. If he truly cares for you, he’ll strive to help you become all you can be. That’s what he lives for.”

“You’re right, Mama.” I replied, duly chastised. “I’ll do as you say and concentrate this week on being submissive to Papa for the joy of submitting. It will be a good test to help me be what I desire to be.”

Turning to walk away and shaking her head with a smile, Mama replied, “I can’t wait to see a collar around that pretty little neck of yours.”