Pink is for bimbos

Ashley: "I don't hate pink, Master, but the only girls who wear pink all the time at my age are airheads and bimbos."

You: "What's the distinction between a airhead and a bimbo? Aren't they the same thing?"

Ashley: "Sort of, but bimbos are slutty airheads. It's the difference between Shelly McKinnon and her bff Becky Flanders."

You know the names of the girls, but only due to eavesdropping on Cindy and Ashley making fun of them over the years. You ask Ashley to tell you more.

Ashley: "Well, Master, Shelly acts like a total ditz all the time, but she gets good grades and takes pride in keeping herself for marriage. She's an airhead. Becky gets good grades, but only due to keeping a bunch of geeky boys wrapped around her finger. Apparently it started off with her just flirting with them to get help, but when they started to catch on that they were being used she's started giving them all handjobs and, according to rumors, the occasional blowjobs. Other rumors suggest she'd slept with most of the baseball team by the end of her junior year, at least one teacher, and Shelly's Dad. So Becky's a bimbo, because she uses being a sexy airhead to get what she wants even if it means sucking cock to get it. And people excuse it, because they all think she's dumb as a rock and doesn't know any better."

You: "Wait...Shelly's Dad? Wasn't Shelly upset?"

Ashley: "I mean, it's only rumors, Master, but this is the story. Becky and Shelly have been bffs forever going all the way back to before kindergarten. Becky practically lived at the McKinnon's house, because her home life wasn't all that great. Tragically, Shelly's Mom died in a car accident when we were all in eighth grade. Mr. McKinnon went into a deep depression. It was hard for Shelly and everything she tried couldn't cheer him up. So, apparently, she noticed the one thing that did seem to snap him out of it was whenever Becky came over. The other kids say it was Shelly who asked Becky to start wearing sexier clothes and being flirty with her Dad to make him happy. Becky found she liked the attention and started doing it all the time. She also found Mr. McKinnon would be more forward with her if she played dumb and innocent. It gave him confidence when he felt like he knew best. At some point, Shelly pushed Becky to go all the way, because she was so happy with the renewed confidence her father was showing. At some point they fucked. Shelly pretended she found out and acted horrified. Her father was ashamed, but then Shelly twisted it told him if he could seduce Becky he could probably seduce any woman. He took that to heart and started getting out and dating again. Her stupid plan to find her father's confidence worked, but at the cost of Becky discovering she liked the power playing the bimbo gave her."

You're a bit shocked by the story. You know Steve McKinnon and remember when his wife died. He never struck you as the type that would sleep with his daughter's best friend. It sounded like the sort of story you'd read on the internet. At the same time, you find part of yourself thinking about Ashley's best friend Cindy. You wouldn't mind being "manipulated" into sleeping with her.

You type: "That's crazy."

Ashley: "Yeah, totally. It's funny that Shelly created this monster, but was so jealous of the attention her friend was getting she started mimicking the bimbo look. Now Shelly gets the same amount of attention by playing the same role carved out by Becky, but doesn't need to spread her legs. It's kinda sad, because even though they're best friends Shelly is using Becky. Isn't all of this high school drama boring for you?"

You: "No, it's amusing. I appreciate that you've become so comfortable with me that we can converse like this."

There's a long pause before the words "FUCK YOU YOU'RE RUINING MY LIFE, ASSHOLE" appear in the chat window.

You can't help but laugh while typing "I think you mean 'Fuck you, you're ruining my life, Master." It's surprising to you how the imaginary distance created by chatting online can make you forget this is your daughter. You're certain the guilt will return when you see her naked in nothing but the pink collar tomorrow morning.

She doesn't reply to your comment, so you decide to call it a night. "I expect you'll be wearing the collar in the morning. Now get some sleep, pet."

Her chat icon quickly goes dark. You also decide to go to bed, but not before searching out Becky Flanders photo on Facebook and masturbating while putting yourself in Steve McKinnon's place.