Choose a pink Barbie collar

You try to decide which of the collars your daughter would choose if given the choice. Your hand falls on the subtle collar, but wonder if it's too subtle for the blackmailer. Instead you pick the pink collar with a o-ring hanging off the front off the rack. It reminds you of when she was little and would always demand everything be pink. As she grew up she started wearing pink less and less, because she felt it wasn't a color for someone trying to appear serious. You remember buying her a pink dress for her sixteenth birthday and she told you she couldn't wear it because "only little girls or bimbos wear pink." It made you angry when she rejected the expensive dress, so part of you relishes the opportunity to give her **** but to wear the pink collar. Mind made up you purchase the collar and head home.

When you arrive home it's early evening and the light is on in Ashley's room. Before heading inside you tuck the box behind a bush near the front door.

When you get inside you knock on your daughter's door and she tells you to come in. You peak in the door and see she's sitting at the computer. "Are you alright, Ash?"

She looks up at you. "Yeah, Dad, it's weird without Mom around, but I'm okay."

"I'm going to make some dinner, you hungry?"

"No, I ate some, thanks though."

You give her a smile and pull the door closed.

After preparing a small dinner you head upstairs to your office. You pause by Ashley's door on the way and hear her clacking away on her keyboard. After settling in at your desk you open up your anonymous email account and send your daughter an instant message.

You: "Good evening."

There's a significant pause. Ashley: "What?"

You: "How are you?"

Ashley: "My mom's left because of what you made me do."

You: "I didn't make you let a stranger finger you or **** you to eat out a stripper. You did that. I only told you to strip."

Ashley: "I was drunk. I didn't know what I was doing. I barely remember."

You: "You liked it."

Ashley: "I DIDN'T!"

You: "I bet you would have let all of those men climb on the stage and fuck you."

Ashley: "NEVER!"

You: "Keep lying to yourself, girl. Anyway, I have a present for you. It's behind the bush by your front door. Go get it, put it on, and come back to me."

You listen as Ashley’s door opens and she runs down the stairs and out the front door. Minutes later she scurries back up the stairs and into her room.

Ashley: “Is this... a collar?”

You: “Yes. For the time being, until I’m done with you, it represents that I own you. You’ll always wear it and take it off only to shower. When you’re home or I tell you otherwise. Also, from this day forward when we communicate you’ll call me Master.”

Ashley: “Are...you making me a ****?”

You: “Yes.”

Ashley: “What about my Dad? He’ll wonder about the collar.”

You: “Tell him it’s the new thing. It worked with your outfit change. Are you wearing it?”

Ashley: “Yes.”

You: “Yes...what?”

Ashley: “People will think that’s weird!”

You: “I don’t care. You should have thought of that before acting like a slut. Are you going to do what I say?”

Ashley: “Yes, Master.”

You: "And how do you feel about the color? Do you like pink?"

Ashley: "I...I don't hate pink, but..."