Collar My Heart
By C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 9
As we were walking back to the house, Mioko continued her little girl charade by skipping like a child with her finger in her mouth. I guess she thought that that now that we had established a basic understanding of each other and she could communicate a little more freely, she assumed she could act informally with me: she assumed wrong. She is young and I’m the first man she’s interacted with, so I knew to be patient with her. Even so, she needed to learn, and learn quickly, when there’s a time for play and a time to resume our rightful positions.
I wasn’t angry with her, but I wanted her to act circumspectly. Instead of playing around, she should have been thinking of everything that had happened, its dynamics and what its results and ramifications were. She didn’t realize that she should be thinking of those checklists and concentrating on moving forward. I also chalked it up to her wanting to cling to the moment a while longer.
She may look like a preteen, but she is an intelligent, adult woman and when I gave her a stern look, she knew exactly what I meant. She stepped up to my side, gently took my hand and backed up a half step to where she knew her position to be: following her Dom.
When we reached the veranda, I motioned her to sit. Once we were both seated, I explained all of this to her. I told her, “You also need to remember this — and don’t ever forget it. Our private life is just that: private. Whether we’re here in Tokyo, New York, or anywhere else, we separate our private lives from our public lives: just like the vanilla world does. People don’t need to know that you are a submissive serving a Dom or a Master and I don’t go around telling people I have a submissive or a slave. It’s nobody’s business.
“In all your years of training, I’m sure your mother has told you that the majority of the population looks down on us and our lifestyle. This also applies, to a certain extent, to your parents. Your parents know, from years of experience in this lifestyle, what might be happening between us. As your mother said, your job as a submissive is to trust and follow. You let me decide when and how to display our relationship: to them or anyone else.
“I’m making exceptions for you because you’re young and have never had a relationship with a boy, much less a man that you’ve decided to submit to. You need to always look to me if you are not absolutely certain that your actions are clearly what I expect of you. In the beginning, you’ll question everything you do and you will be looking to me before you do anything. I expect that and I’ll not be frustrated with your indecisiveness. It’s my job to determine how you will dress and how you will act until you know what I expect. Make no mistake about it; I will control every facet of your life until you know what I want and expect.
“You have a very unique relationship with your parents in that they are actively involved in your journey. Normally, reviewing and studying those checklists and making the decision to enter this lifestyle is usually a private one. Since your parents are the reason we are both where we are at this point in time, they will be involved, but to increasingly lesser degrees. You may discuss what has happened between us with your mother, but not your father. I will deal with him. You may discuss and consult with your mother with regards to the checklists, the contents of the contract and get her advice on any topic you wish. But I want every answer you put on those lists to be your decision and yours alone. Do you understand?”
“Hai, Siren,” she replied with an affirmative nod.
“About the checklists; do not, and I repeat, do not be ashamed or afraid to list your true feelings about anything on those lists. Regardless of how perverted or disgusting you think your choices may be, be honest. If, after having revealed all of your hard and soft limits, your turn-ons and turn-offs, I see that something very important to you is a hard limit for me, or vice-versa, it may be that we are not compatible for each other. If so, we need to know that now — not later. Do you understand?”
“Hai, Daniel-san, I understand completely.”
“Good. Now, since you are going to be making decisions that affect the rest of your life, I want to ask you a few questions and I want your unequivocal answers. If you’re uncertain, say so, alright?”
“Hai, Siren.”
“Did you mean every word you said earlier in the gazebo about your desire to become my submissive?”
“Hai!” she said with conviction, “every word of it.”
“Do you trust that I know what I’m doing and will obey me, to the best of your ability, to know what’s best for you, me and us?”
Mioko started to tear and nodded saying, “You lead and I will follow, Siren.”
“Thank you, Mioko for your gift. I, in return for your trust, will devote all my energy and knowledge to lead you to begin a new life together; one that we can both be proud of and happy with. Do you believe me?”
“Hai, Daniel-san. I believe and trust you.”
“Thank you again, Little One, for your trust and submission. I have a clear vision of who my submissive is: how she looks, acts and appears to others. She is confident and carries herself with pride and dignity. You are a submissive woman: not an animal to be trained. I want you to think and act with maturity, ingenuity and most of all, joy. A happy submissive is an obedient one. You will be conscious of your posture: back straight, head up and proud and gracefully elegant. Your hands will be at your sides or gracefully folded in front of you. You will act in a way to bring pride and admiration from me thereby bringing honor to me, your Dom. A sub never addresses a Dom or Master, but only answers when spoken to with respect. If you are uncertain or uncomfortable about answering a question, respectfully direct them to me for an appropriate answer. You may converse with another sub or slave as they are your equal. Do you fully understand what I’ve said so far?”
“Hai, Siren!”
“Are the household staff aware that your mother is your father’s slave?”
“Hai, Daniel-san, everyone in the household is my father’s slave except me.”
“Okay. Here’s what I want you to do. I want you to go inside and get ready for dinner. It will be a formal dinner, yes?”
“Hai, Siren, Papa always has a formal dinner when guests are here.”
“From this point on, Mioko, you are my submissive in training. Tonight, you will be in complete submissive mode. When in public, you are not to initiate a conversation with anyone without my permission. Do you understand?”
“Hai! I will obey.”
“I want you to discreetly ask a chambermaid for assistance in getting ready for dinner. Do not speak to either of your parents. Remember, your father is a Master and it’s forbidden to initiate a conversation with him. Do you understand?”
“Hai, Siren.”
“I want you to shower, wash and dry your hair and put it in a French braid. You will wear a kimono and nothing else. Until I say otherwise, you are forbidden to wear panties or a bra. In your hair, I want a ribbon of complimentary color woven into your braid. With your head erect, I want that ribbon tied around your waist, under your obi to hold your head in position. Do you understand?”
“Hai, Daniel-san.”
I could see her shiver and I guess her pussy was juicing up again because she started to squirm. I said, “Sit still and pay attention.”
“Sumimasan, Daniel-san.” (I’m sorry)
I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye and glanced at the patio door. There stood Madoka looking out at us. I gave her a look and she disappeared back inside.
I continued, “While taking a shower, I want you to masturbate and think of your pleasure coming from me. DO NOT CUM! If you cum, I’ll slap your clitty with a tawse until it’s raw, understand me?”
“Hai, Daniel-san,” she squeaked.
“After you are dressed, I want the chambermaid to bind your hands together in front of you with a ribbon the same color as the one in your hair with about two feet of excess to act as a leash. Do you understand what I want?”
She nodded and replied softly, “Hai, Daniel-san, I will obey.”
“You have not signed your contract and don’t yet wear my collar, but I told you you’d be on a short leash and I meant it. I’m doing this because we’re starting at the beginning. In time, there will be different modes or ways to act given the situation: whether we are in public, in private or you’re alone. For now, you need to think, act and feel and become totally submissive. Putting you in this mode makes you do just that. You also need to learn orgasmic control. If you are my sub, everything about you belongs to me: your mouth, your pussy, your ass; your entire body is mine to control. You will ask me for everything in your life: what to wear, what and when to eat, when to go to the bathroom and you will definitely ask me for permission to cum. After hearing this, are you certain you’re ready to embark on this journey, Mioko? ”
She had tears in her eyes and silently nodded then dropped her head and whispered, “I want more than anything for you to be proud of me, Daniel-san. I am your submissive and I am ready to follow you.”
“Thank you, Mioko. I am already very proud of you and I am honored to begin this journey with you. When you are dressed as I’ve commanded, I want you to come and kneel at my bedroom door and wait for me to escort you to dinner. Just remember this. No matter what happens, hold your head up high, be a proud and elegant submissive and make me proud to be your Dom.”
Mioko reached for my hand with tears trickling down her cheeks and a timid smile on her lips. I took her hand and she pulled it to her and kissed it. She looked up and smiled saying, “I’m frightened, Daniel-san. I’m afraid I’ll make a mistake and you’ll be displeased with me.”
“Mioko,” I replied softly, “Just concentrate on who and what you are: a true submissive. That will give you the courage to do what comes naturally.”
“Hai, Daniel-san, I will try my best to make you proud.”
“That’s all I will ever ask of you, Little One: to give me your best. Now let’s go. Go it’s almost time for you to make your entrance into the world of Dominance and Submission.”
Mioko bowed her head and obediently nodded and answered, “Hai.”
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When Daniel-san saw me skipping like a little girl, he gave me “The Look.” The one everyone knows that means cease and desist. I thought Uh oh, You’ve gone and done it now. By that look, he doesn’t look pleased.
When we arrived back at the house and on the veranda, he instructed me to sit. I thought I was in really deep trouble. I expected a real chewing out like Mama always gave me when I acted out of line. Instead, he was very calm and understanding.
He told me he understood that my youth and inexperience with men and my desire to cling to what we had shared was understandable, yet I needed to begin to act like a submissive woman. He was right, and I felt ashamed that my impetuousness had gotten the better of me.
He then reminded me of lessons I’d been taught years ago about thinking and acting circumspectly. It was like hearing Mama preach to me all these years. I should have known better, but I guess lessons don’t come into focus until it’s time to put them into use.
When he got down to brass tacks, the result of what had happened today and what will happen in the future has irrevocably changed my family dynamic. I was now a sub and my parents’ positions were made perfectly clear. They were now Master and slave, not Papa and Mama. I was saddened by this fact, but surmised that this would only be for a little while. Daniel-san wouldn’t try and break the parent/child bond I had with my parents forever. It was temporary so that I could concentrate on learning to be a true submissive.
He then reminded me of the checklists and how to review and fill them out, reiterating my need to be completely honest. When he raised the possibility that we might not be compatible, I shuddered to think what it would be like to be left behind, watching him leave for New York without me. I wanted to break down and cry, but I reassured myself thinking, He’s just covering the “what ifs”. We are a perfect match: I’m as sure of it as I’m as sure of my father’s instincts
I answered his questions honestly and with short, succinct answers. I knew that now was the time to listen and learn how my life will change forever.
He asked me if I meant what I had said when I had my outburst and stated my feelings and decision to give myself to him. I told him unequivocally, “Hai, every word of it.”
He then asked me if I trusted him to know what was best for me and for us and if I would, to the best of my ability, obey him. Just then, I had a fear of what will happen in the future and what will I ultimately become. All the uncertainty and unknowns of what will follow gripped me. This was my life and now, it was either trust and follow or, crawl under my bed like a child and run away from my dreams. I started to tear up, but steeled my resolve and answered, “You lead and I will follow you, Siren.”
He thanked me — he thanked me for my trust and submission! I wanted to leap across the table and smother him in kisses! I knew then that my decision that Daniel-san was the one who deserved my gift was the right one
He then went on to explain his vision of who his submissive is like. My heart soared as I pictured myself ultimately becoming the woman he so vividly described. A picture of Mama flashed before my eyes and I said to myself, I am my mother’s daughter! He touched my heart when he said that she serves with joy. I pleaded with him deep within me saying to myself, Oh Daniel-san, please lead me to see the joy of serving you and finding my own pleasure in yours.
He then asked me about the household staff and if they knew the true relationship between Papa and Mama. I revealed that they were Papa’s slaves and knew. He also asked whether or not the dinner was formal and I replied it was.
When he told me that I was no longer allowed to wear lingerie, my pussy started to bubble again. I thought, No, kitty, not now!
When he told me about the ribbon woven into my braid and tied to my waist, pussy started to weep. I knew then that he wasn’t wasting any time. He wanted to make sure I maintained posture and introduce me to light bondage at the same time. Pussy juiced up good and I started to squirm. I thought, Oh no, please pussy, please behave!
He knew what was happening and told me to be still and pay attention. I apologized and tried to refocus. When he told me to masturbate in the shower, but don’t cum, pussy squirted a little and I was barely able to squeak out “Hai Daniel-san.” He told me the outcome if I came and it wasn’t to my liking — at all!
He then went on to explain why he had commanded me to do all of this. When he told me that I belonged to him and that my body was no longer mine, but his, everything became vividly clear. I was getting what I wanted, but the reality of it all was clearly before my eyes in the person of Daniel Alan Wainright. The gravity of it all became like a weight upon my chest and I wanted to cry out, but from deep within me I heard myself say, “I want more than anything for you to be proud of me, Daniel-san. I am your submissive and I am ready to follow you.”
My heart soared! My inner self had spoken.
He thanked me — again — and expressed his pride in me and his desire to lead me. He then instructed me to wait outside his bedroom door — kneeling and bound — when I was ready and he would escort me to dinner.
I was suddenly gripped with the fear of failure and reached for his hand and kissed it. I revealed my fear and he soothingly encouraged me. When he was finished, I gave him my word to try my best saying, “Hai, Daniel-san, I will try my best to make you proud.”
He was gracious with his answer saying all he ever expected of me was my best. When Daniel-san instructed me to go and get ready to make my entrance to the world of Dominance and Submission, I answered obediently, Hai.”
Mama was right — today is the first day of my new life.