Disclaimer: I neither own or claim ownership in any way to the characters portrayed in this story. This story is a sequel to a very special comic which I wrote for a very special person - a young man I'm proud to call my little brother always, Kanbe-san! Thank you for always being there and being such a good friend. More than a friend, a caring, thoughtful little brother! This story is a gift from me to to you - and the picture is a gift from Bbmbbf and I to you! May you have many more wonderful wonderful birthdays, just as these two ladies share many more wonderful wonderful anniversaries together! I love you, little brother, and know your older sister is always thinking of you!!! Shiho stood in the gleaming kitchen of her sprawling mansion, her sharp eyes scanning the neatly organized cabinets. The scent of fresh flowers filled the air, a subtle reminder of the meticulous planning she'd put into this evening. She was a woman of precision and power, a trait reflected in every corner of the grand home she shared with Xiaomu. Her sleek purple hair was pulled back into a tight bun, a testament to her no-nonsense demeanor, but her heart fluttered with anticipation for the night ahead. She lightly adjusted her small narrow granny specs, as she went over her plans again in her head. The countertops were adorned with an elaborate spread of sushi, a nod to their shared Japanese heritage, and a bottle of fine wine chilled in an ice bucket. The light from the crystal chandelier above danced across the chrome surfaces, casting a warm glow throughout the room. In the distance, the sound of their daughters' laughter echoed as they chatted with friends in the media room, blissfully unaware of their parents' special celebration. Shiho's mind drifted to the early days of their relationship, the tumultuous beginnings that had led to this moment of pure love and adoration. She had never thought she would find such a devoted partner in Xiaomu, especially considering the less-than-ideal circumstances that had brought them together. The blonde secretary had grown into a stunning, obedient wife, whose fiery spirit still burned brightly beneath the surface. With a knowing smile, she picked up the bottle of wine and made her way to the grand staircase, her heels clicking rhythmically on the marble floor. As she ascended, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of seeing Xiaomu dressed in the lingerie she had carefully selected. It was a surprise, a gesture of her love and respect for their bond, a bond that had been forged in the crucible of power and desire. Xiaomu, meanwhile, was in the kitchen, her hands a blur of motion as she prepared a very special anniversary dinner. The aromas of gourmet dishes filled the air, a testament to her culinary skills and her desire to pay tribute to the woman who had been both husband to her and a father to her three beautiful daughters. She wiped a tear from her eye, a bittersweet memory of their tumultuous beginnings bringing a soft chuckle to her lips. Who would have thought that the relentless sexual harassment she had endured would one day lead to this profound love and devotion? The kitchen was a symphony of stainless steel and polished granite, a stark contrast to the warmth of the memories playing in her mind. Xiaomu had come to adore Shiho, her once perverted actions now a distant memory overshadowed by the countless moments of tenderness and care she had received over the years. The magic strap-on dildo, which had once been a tool of dominance, had become a symbol of their shared love and commitment to each other. The thought of those early days, when she had felt so violated yet so drawn to the power dynamics, now brought a warmth to her cheeks and a smile to her lips. Chopping vegetables with a finesse that had been honed over the years, Xiaomu reminisced about the nights when Shiho had taken her roughly, leaving her breathless and trembling with a mix of fear and desire. The way she had been claimed, the way she had been filled and marked as property had been the catalyst for her transformation into a devoted submissive. Now, she reveled in the love and care that accompanied their intimate moments, and the thrill of knowing she now had the absolute power to make Shiho beg with just a look or a whispered word. Shiho had indeed changed, her sharp business instincts now tempered by the love of their daughters. Xiaomu could see it in the way Shiho's eyes lit up when she talked about their children, the way her stern demeanor softened into gentle warmth. The perverted hunger that had once driven her to force Xiaomu's submission had mellowed into a passionate love that burned just as strongly, but now it was directed towards building a life, a family, and a legacy. Shiho had given Xiaomu everything she could ever want, not just the financial security that had kept her from quitting in those early days, but a home, a family, a sense of belonging. And in return, Xiaomu had given Shiho what she had never had before: a partner who truly knew her, who accepted and loved every part of her, flaws and all. Taking a moment's pause from her cooking, Xiaomu stepped into the hallway, drawn to the large, ornate frame that held their wedding photograph. She gazed at the image of the younger version of herself, dressed in a beautiful, traditional white wedding dress, standing next to Shiho in her sharp purple dress. The love in their eyes was palpable, even though it was a love that had begun under the darkest of clouds. Her heart swelled with emotion, and she reached out to trace her fingertips over the glass, feeling the warmth of that day all over again. As if sensing her presence, Shiho entered the hall, her eyes immediately finding Xiaomu. She walked up behind her, wrapping her arms around her waist, and rested her chin on her shoulder. The warmth of her breath tickled Xiaomu's neck as she whispered, "Thank you for making my life worth living." Xiaomu leaned back into the embrace, feeling the firmness of Shiho's grip, a silent declaration of her love and dominance. Their gazes remained fixed on the wedding photo, the moment frozen in time, capturing the beginnings of a journey that had led them to this day. Xiaomu felt a tear slip down her cheek as she looked into Shiho's eyes, reflecting the same mix of love and submission she had felt for the past two decades. Without a word, she turned to face her wife, their eyes locking in a silent conversation of adoration. Shiho's arms tightened around her, and Xiaomu melted into the embrace, feeling the power and love that had once overwhelmed her now envelop her in a comforting warmth. Their lips met, a tender kiss that grew more passionate with each passing second. The kiss was a declaration of the depth of their love, the years of struggle and growth, and the unshakable bond that had formed between them. Their eyes filled with tears that rolled down their cheeks, mingling as they kissed, a silent acknowledgment of the painful beginnings that had transformed into something beautiful. Xiaomu's hand reached up to cup Shiho's cheek, her thumb tracing the line of her jaw as she deepened the kiss, pouring her heart and soul into it. Shiho's hand slipped down to caress the small of Xiaomu's back, her fingertips dancing across the smooth skin, a promise of the night to come. Pulling away, Xiaomu turned to face Shiho fully, her eyes shimmering with emotion. "You gave me a life I could never have dreamed of," she murmured, her voice thick with affection. "And our daughters, they're the light of my life." Shiho nodded, her own eyes glistening with unshed tears. "They are indeed," she said, her voice a low purr of contentment. The two of them stood there, holding each other, their hearts beating in sync as they remembered the challenges they had faced together. The battles they had won, the scars they had earned, and the love that had grown from the ashes of those tumultuous beginnings. Their love had been forged in fire, and now it was stronger than any steel. Soon, the time came to serve dinner. Xiaomu wiped the tears from her eyes and turned her attention to the three young women who were their daughters, Kaoru, Reiji and Aoi. They gathered in the grand dining room, the air buzzing with the energy of youth and the excitement of the future. The table was a masterpiece, set with fine china and silverware, reflecting the glow of the candles that cast a warm, romantic light over the room. The girls chattered away, sharing stories of their days and their plans for the weekend. Once the meal was ready, Xiaomu brought the plates out with a grace that belied the fiery passion that burned within her. She watched as the girls devoured their food, their laughter and camaraderie a testament to the loving home she and Shiho had created. After the meal was finished and the daughters had retreated to their own lives within the mansion, the two women of the house returned to their own celebration, carrying the bottles of wine and a few delicate desserts to the cozy confines of their living room. The room was a reflection of their shared tastes, a blend of modern elegance and traditional comfort. A roaring fire crackled in the fireplace, casting a warm glow over the plush furniture and the gleaming black grand piano that dominated one corner. They sat down side by side on the velvet couch, the plates balanced on their laps, and began to feed one another. Each bite was a silent declaration of love, each morsel a gentle reminder of their history. Their fingers brushed against each other's lips, the touch as electric as it had been when they first tasted each other's kisses. The wine flowed freely, their laughter bouncing off the walls as they reminisced about the past. The glasses clinked together in a silent toast to their enduring love, the rich liquid warming their bodies and loosening their inhibitions. Xiaomu felt a thrill as she watched Shiho's eyes darken with desire, the same look she had seen countless times before, but now it was tinged with a tenderness that made her heart swell. Shiho took Xiaomu's hand and led her to the grand piano. The gleaming black surface reflected their intertwined forms, a symbol of the harmony they had found in their unconventional love. With a gentle tug, she had Xiaomu sit beside her on the plush bench, her thigh pressing against Shiho's in a silent invitation. Shiho's fingers danced across the ivory keys, the music she played a hauntingly beautiful tune that resonated through the room. The song, 'Forever, My Diamond' was Shiho's special gift to Xiaomu, a secret serenade that she had composed just for this moment. "Twenty years have flown by in a blur, Since I first saw your shining light, You're the star that guides my way, My priceless diamond, ever so bright. Your beauty, your spirit, forever in bloom, A timeless treasure that lights up every room, Through all the storms, through joy and pain, You've been my anchor, my sunshine after rain. Thank you, my love, for being the most beautiful wife, The rose in my garden, my reason to fight, For loving me silently, for staying true, The most precious thing in my life is you. Together we've journeyed, our love shining through, I promise forever, just me and you, Until death do us part, my heart remains true, Forever, my diamond, I love only you. Three lovely daughters, your gifts in my life, The happiness you've lovingly borne, Forever grateful for your endless sacrifice, Together, we've grown, stronger each dawn. Your beauty, your spirit, forever in bloom, A timeless treasure that lights up every room, No matter the years that go by, You're still my angel, my reason why. Thank you, my love, for being the most beautiful wife, The rose in my garden, my reason to fight, For loving me silently, for staying true, The most precious thing in my life is you. Together we've journeyed, our love shining through, I promise forever, just me and you, Until death do us part, my heart remains true, Forever, my diamond, I love only you. And when the time comes, hand in hand, We'll face whatever life demands, In this life and the next, I'll stay with you, My love, my all, forever true. Forever, my diamond, my love so pure, With you, my world is safe and sure, Until the end of time, I vow anew, Forever and always, only you." As the last notes of the piano faded away, Shiho leaned in, her eyes filled with the same fiery passion that had burned so brightly when they had first met. Xiaomu closed her eyes, her breath catching in her throat, as their lips met once more. This kiss was gentle, a soft whisper of love that echoed the sweet melody that had just filled the room. Tears of joy streamed down her face, and she felt a warmth spread through her entire body, a warmth that had nothing to do with the fireplace. They kissed deeply, the taste of the wine on their tongues mingling with the essence of their souls. Xiaomu's hands found their way to Shiho's face, her thumbs brushing away the tears that had formed in the corners of her eyes. The love that flowed between them was like a river, endless and unyielding, a testament to the depth of their connection. They were lost in each other, the outside world fading into the background, leaving only the two of them in the warm embrace of their love. Shiho's hand slid down to the small of Xiaomu's back, her fingertips tracing the delicate lace of the lingerie she had picked out for this very night. She felt the tremble in Xiaomu's body as the music continued to resonate in the air around them, the vibrations of their shared history and future intertwining in a symphony of passion. Their hearts raced in sync, the rhythm of their love setting the pace for the night ahead. With a gentle tug, Shiho led Xiaomu to the grand sofa, a piece of furniture that had seen countless moments of their love unfold. They sat side by side, their legs entwined as they each cradled a glass of wine, the crimson liquid a mirror to the passion in their eyes. Shiho held her glass aloft, her smile a mix of mischief and affection. "To the last twenty beautiful years," she toasted, her voice a seductive purr. Xiaomu's eyes sparkled as she touched her glass to Shiho's. "And to the next twenty, and more," she added, her voice filled with hope and a hint of the submissive thrill she felt whenever Shiho took control. They clinked their glasses together, the sound ringing out in the quiet of the room like a declaration of their enduring bond. (Click picture for full-sized picture) They sipped the wine, savoring the rich flavors that seemed to deepen with every shared glance. The fireplace crackled in the background, casting a warm glow over their faces, painting them in a soft light that made the moment feel almost ethereal. As they finished their drinks, Shiho set her glass aside with a decisive clink and leaned over to kiss Xiaomu once more, her hand sliding around to the back of Xiaomu's neck to hold her close. With a gentle yet firm grip, Shiho guided Xiaomu to lay back on the plush sofa, the fabric whispering against her skin. Xiaomu's eyes never left hers, filled with a mix of love and anticipation, a silent invitation that Shiho eagerly accepted. She followed her down, her body pressing into Xiaomu's, feeling the heat of their desire mingling together. The air grew thick with the scent of their arousal, a potent reminder of the fiery connection that had been ignited so many years ago. Shiho's nimble fingers moved to the delicate fastenings of Xiaomu's blouse, her eyes never leaving Xiaomu's as she revealed the stunning lingerie beneath. As she parted the fabric, her gaze fell upon the gleaming nipple rings that adorned her wife's breasts, the very same ones she had given her so long ago. A smoldering ember of their tumultuous past, they were a symbol of the power dynamics that had once defined them, now a reminder of the deep love they shared. With a gentle touch, she traced the metal circles, feeling Xiaomu's body react to her touch. Xiaomu's breath hitched as Shiho's thumbs brushed over her sensitive nipples, her eyes fluttering closed. The rings had been a part of her for so long, a constant reminder of their unique bond, and now, as Shiho slowly removed them, it felt like shedding a piece of their history together. The small beads of milk that formed on the tightened peaks made Shiho's mouth water with longing. Xiaomu's breasts swelled, the warmth of her milk a stark contrast to the cool metal that had been clasping her flesh. She watched Shiho's reaction, the hunger in her eyes, and felt her own body respond. Her hands reached up to cup her breasts, her fingers teasing the erect tips, the first droplets of milk forming. The sight was erotic, a silent testament to the power Shiho had always held over her body and soul. Without a word, Shiho bent her head, her purple hair cascading around Xiaomu's face like a curtain closing off the outside world. She took a nipple into her mouth, the heat of her breath a stark contrast to the coolness of the room. Xiaomu gasped as the first stream of milk was drawn out, her body arching upward in response to the sensation. Shiho suckled greedily, her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh, her eyes never leaving Xiaomu's. The sound of Xiaomu's breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling with each deep, shuddering inhale. Her hands moved to Shiho's head, her fingers threading through her hair, holding her in place as if afraid she would pull away too soon. The taste of Xiaomu's milk on her tongue sent a thrill through Shiho, a reminder of the power she had once held so completely. But now, as she drank from her wife's breasts, it was a symbol of the love and trust that had been built between them. An hour passed, the candles on the mantel flickering shadows across the room as Shiho took her time, savoring every drop. When she had had her fill, she kissed her way down Xiaomu's body, leaving a trail of warmth and want in her wake. Xiaomu's skin was like silk beneath her lips, each new sensation a symphony of pleasure that had her eager for more. Shiho lingered at the dip of her belly button, her tongue flicking out to trace the sensitive skin before moving lower. Her hands slid up Xiaomu's thighs, pushing the lingerie aside as she went. The blonde's legs parted willingly, welcoming the attentions of her dominant lover. Shiho's mouth found the soft flesh of Xiaomu's inner thighs, her teeth grazing lightly as she moved closer to her ultimate destination. The anticipation was exquisite, a delicious torment that had Xiaomu's breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Shiho's tongue traced the crease of Xiaomu's thighs, teasing and taunting, but never quite reaching the center of her need. Xiaomu's hips rolled upward, silently begging for more, her hands tangling in Shiho's hair, urging her on. The room was filled with the sound of their mingled breaths, the crackle of the fireplace, and the occasional clink of the wine glasses as they shifted on the coffee table. Shiho felt Xiaomu's anticipation building, the tension in her body like a coiled spring, ready to snap at any moment. She reveled in this power, this ability to bring her wife to the brink of ecstasy. Her teeth grazed the tender skin of Xiaomu's inner thighs, eliciting a whimper that was music to her ears. Xiaomu's legs trembled, and she knew she had her right where she wanted her. Finally, her mouth reached the apex of Xiaomu's thighs, and she took in the sweet scent of her arousal. Her tongue darted out, tasting the wetness that had gathered there, a testament to the effect she had on her. Xiaomu's hips bucked upwards, her nails digging into the leather of the sofa as Shiho's mouth found her clit, flicking and sucking with a practiced ease that had Xiaomu's breath coming in ragged gasps. The pleasure built, a crescendo of sensation that had Xiaomu's body tightening, her legs trembling with the effort of keeping herself still. She knew better than to move without permission, even now, even when she was so close to the edge. Shiho had always loved watching her struggle for control, the way her body would quiver with need until she was finally allowed to let go. As Shiho's tongue danced around her clit, her fingers delved into Xiaomu's slick folds, seeking and finding the tight bud of her ass. Xiaomu's gasp was a silent plea for more, and Shiho was only too happy to oblige. She pushed a digit inside, feeling Xiaomu's body tense and then relax around her, the muscles giving way to the familiar intrusion. Xiaomu's moans grew louder, her hips bucking up to meet both mouth and hand, desperately seeking the release that hovered just out of reach. Shiho's tongue swirled and flicked, her fingertips expertly massaging the sensitive spot inside Xiaomu's anus as she licked and sucked on her clit. Xiaomu's body was a symphony of sensation, each touch and kiss sending waves of pleasure through her core. She could feel her climax building, a storm gathering on the horizon, ready to break. The moment came like a thunderclap, her body convulsing as she came with a scream that echoed through the room. Her juices sprayed out, covering Shiho's face in a sticky, sweet mess. Xiaomu's eyes rolled back in her head, lost in the intensity of the orgasm that ripped through her. Shiho sat up, licking her lips, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she took in the sight of her wife's pleasure-soaked body. Without missing a beat, Shiho slid upwards, straddling Xiaomu's thighs. The scent of their love filled the air, a heady mix of arousal and release. Xiaomu's body was still quivering from the aftershocks of her climax, and she could feel Shiho's heat against her own wetness. Shiho's hips began to rock, her pussy rubbing against Xiaomu's in a primal rhythm that had them both gasping for air. Their eyes remained locked as their bodies moved in sync, the friction building an intense heat between them. Xiaomu's hands found Shiho's ass, her nails digging in as she urged her closer, their pussies melding together in a dance as old as time. They had done this countless times before, but tonight felt different, more profound. The years of love and trust had honed their connection to a fine edge, and every touch, every kiss was like striking a perfect chord. She now knew every inch of Shiho's beautiful body as if she were an expert explorer, and Shiho's lovely curves with the most exotic mountains of pleasure - and it belonged to her alone. They rocked and ground against each other, their breaths mingling in the air as they chased the ultimate high. Their hearts were a symphony of love and lust, beating out a rhythm that seemed to pulse through their very bones. Xiaomu's tongue darted out, tracing the path of her own cum on Shiho's face, lapping it up with a hunger that was as feral as it was loving. She savored the taste of herself on her wife's skin, a tangible connection that bound them closer than any words could express. Shiho's hips rolled with an increasing fervor, her wetness coating Xiaomu's thighs as she sought the friction she craved. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a rhythmic counterpoint to the crackling fire. Xiaomu's hands were everywhere, gripping Shiho's hips, tangling in her hair, her nails leaving half-moon marks on her back. Her eyes never left Shiho's, the blue depths of her gaze reflecting the firelight as she watched the woman she loved lose herself in passion. The pressure built, their cunts sliding together, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through both of them. Xiaomu could feel the beginnings of another orgasm, her body tightening around Shiho's fingers as they moved in a steady, relentless rhythm. She moaned, the sound low and needy, her hips rising to meet each downward thrust of Shiho's pelvis. They moved together, a tapestry of love and desire that had been woven over two decades of passion. Their breathing grew ragged, their hearts racing as they approached the peak once more. Xiaomu's nails dug into Shiho's back, leaving trails of red that stood out against her pale skin. Shiho's hips rolled faster, her movements more urgent, as she chased her own release. Their bodies were slick with sweat and cum, the sounds of their lovemaking a symphony of pleasure that filled the room. With a final, guttural cry, Shiho buried her face in Xiaomu's neck, her body shaking as she climaxed. The force of her orgasm sent a fresh spurt of milk spraying from her nipples, coating Xiaomu's chest in a warm, sticky blanket of love. Xiaomu's own pussy spasmed around Shiho's hand, her own release a mirror of her wife's intensity. They clung to each other, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their shared climax. As they lay there, panting and sweat-soaked, Xiaomu reached up to wipe away the cum from her own face with trembling fingers. She brought them to her mouth, licking them clean as she watched the firelight flicker in Shiho's eyes. The taste of their love on her tongue was intoxicating, a sweet reminder of the passion they had just shared. Their eyes locked, and she knew that she had never felt more connected to another person in her life. Shiho leaned down, her breath hot against Xiaomu's ear as she whispered, "I love you, my sweet Xiaomu." Xiaomu's heart swelled at the words, feeling them resonate through her entire being. She had never known a love like this, a love that had been born from the ashes of fear and pain, now a towering inferno of adoration and need. She whispered the words back, her voice a hoarse murmur that seemed to echo through the room. With a tender smile, Shiho pulled away, her gaze searching Xiaomu's flushed face. "Is there anything else you want?" she asked, her voice low and filled with a hint of challenge. "Anything at all?" It was a question she had never asked before, a testament to how far they had come. Xiaomu's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of a hidden agenda, but she found only sincerity. Xiaomu's heart skipped a beat. For a moment, she was lost in the depth of Shiho's gaze, the blue fire of her eyes promising her the world. Then she took a deep breath, the warmth of their shared passion still heavy in the air. "There is something," she murmured, her voice barely audible above the crackling of the fire. Her hand slid down the side of the sofa, reaching under the cushion where she had hidden it earlier. She pulled out the magic strap-on, its gleaming length a stark contrast to the softness of the velvet fabric. Shiho's eyes widened in surprise, and she sat up, her eyes never leaving the object that had once been a symbol of their power dynamic but now stood for so much more. "Are you sure, love?" Shiho's voice was filled with concern, her brow furrowed as she studied Xiaomu's flushed features. "We have three beautiful daughters already, and you're not as young as you once were." Xiaomu looked into her wife's eyes, her own filled with a fierce determination that had been burning within her for months. "I want this," she whispered, her voice firm despite the tremor of excitement. "Our daughters are almost grown. I'm not ready to let go of this part of us just yet." Shiho's eyes searched Xiaomu's, the love and concern clear. But as she saw the unyielding need in her wife's gaze, she knew that this was a gift she could not refuse. She took the strap-on from Xiaomu's trembling hand, feeling the weight of their shared history and the promise of their future in its grip. "Then let us not wait," she said, her voice soft but firm. "We'll fill our house with more laughter and love, as many times as you wish." With a flourish, Shiho raised the strap-on like a toast, her smile a mix of love and mischief. "To our future, my one and only love," she whispered, the words a declaration of her undying devotion. Xiaomu's heart swelled with joy, her eyes brimming with unshed tears as she nodded in silent agreement. The strap-on gleamed in the firelight, a symbol of their enduring bond and the passion that still burned hot between them. The scene faded to black as they both stood, their bodies entwined, the warmth of their love wrapping around them like a blanket. They moved as one, gliding towards the grand staircase that led to their private sanctuary, their bedroom. The candles they had lit earlier cast shadows that danced on the walls, a silent witness to their passionate journey. The air was thick with the scent of their desire, a potent aphrodisiac that left them both breathless with anticipation. And that night, as the two celebrated their lives, a new life was made. Life may ebb and flow, it will eventually end, but true love never does. - To be Continued -