Esme's Collaring; She was nervous. Her hands where shaking leading up to goose bump covered arms as she stood in an old Bed and Breakfast guest room. She has witnessed a lot in her life, was cultured and educated but this day was the most nervous for her yet. The biggest day that her life for the last couple months had been leading up too. Esme walked over to the mirror above the dresser and stared into her reflection for a an amount of time even unknown to her, she was lost in her thoughts trying to pull her nerves together enough to prepare herself for the big day and even longer evening.
Two years ago, when she thought about finally settling down she never pictured exactly what she was doing, rather a nice day surrounded by her family and friends in a traditional setting. Instead it would be a private romantic night with the joining of two into one.
She turned around and stared at the outfit laid out on the bed. Walked over and first lifted the front lace up white corset. Took a deep breath, turned to face the mirror yet again and wrapped it around herself. Holding the ribbed corset in place with one hand she reached over and grabbed the laces from the dresser top and started working the corset laces up through the material restricting her fuhrer. Her C cup breasts where lifted and pushed nicely together as she laced the corset a bit looser so it became more open towards the top to show her goodies off in a classical way.
She turned to her side looking at herself. Hands on her hips, nude apart from the corseted top. Her curves were nicely positioned and she never found herself enjoying her body more than she did during the moments of pure restriction. Esme than walked back over to the bed leaning over to lift a long poofy skirted petticoat up and pulled herself into it fasting the buttons in the back. She slipped the top underneath the corset bottom for a gown like appearance. Next, she sat down and rolled two thigh lace stockings up her legs, and slipped her feet into 6 inch heels.
She once again stood and walked over to a full body mirror in the corner staring at herself. She done her hair and makeup earlier that morning in a 1940's glam style for the red carpet. She had been given strict instructions not to wear panties under her skirt. Just the skirt, stockings, shoes and corset. She was to told, apart form earrings not to wear any other articles of jewelry.
She waited for 6:00 that evening to roll around and a knock came to her door. She stood and walked over answering it. A stranger stood there. A tall man, most certainly Italian. Esme stared, puzzled and opened her mouth to question him but was cut off before the first word was completed aloud,
“I'll be your escort until arrival at your destination.” He handed her a single red rose with a black ribbon like the Phantom had given Christine.
“From your Master. He is eager to see you.” Esme nodded accepting the rose and followed him out the door. She held her skirt up and kept her fingers crossed not to fall over in the heels, they were not her specialty. Normally she was barefooted and that was, indeed how she preferred to be. But for such a special evening she wanted to look special. Heels completed her outfit.
Parked in front of the B and B was a white horse drawn carriage, just as she had always dreamed. Mister Escort helped her up into the carriage and than took his place and they headed off towards her Master's waiting place. Esme fiddled with the black ribbon around her rose, once nervous before now she felt as though she might dye are the mount of goose bumps developing amongst her skin, craving to see his face, missing his voice and desiring his touch. A year later and the idea of him still excited her more than it did the first day she'd met him what seemed like so long ago.
They stopped. They arrived. They were in the same area has her Master. It was really happening. The day was really here and all her dreams would soon be coming true. It was a large fantasy Victorian house turned hotel. She was helped out and smiled once her eyes laid upon the man walking towards her.
“My lord!” she exhaled and went towards him herself bouncing has he embraced his warm safe arms around her. She pressed her face into his stress taking in a deep breath and inhaled his familiar scent. “My Daddy” She mumbled happily. He pulled away from her taking her hands in his for a moment before letting ago. Esme stared at him wanting to be close. He pulled a silver Tiara out of his pocket and placed it on her head. She smiled, He smiled.
“A crown for my darling princess slave.” He than pulled a white satin strip out as well,
“And now, you must trust me yet again.” He turned around and from behind took her sight from her as he tied the stained strip ends together in a bow lost without her red hair's spiral curls. Esme took another breath, her heart pounding as he turned her front towards him around and took both of her hands and started guiding her along, whispering sweet nothings and naughty bits to excite and arose her with each step.
After a lifetime of tease and torment for the mind she was pushed down onto her kneels. Her hair was pinned up and shortly after she felt a cold circle around her neck, it was thin and light weight. She was helped up onto her feet now, and her Master guided her over to a mirror where her blindfold was finally removed. The room was silent, she stared into the mirror at her neck, protected with her Daddy's hands holding her arms around behind. Around her neck was a thin collar of metal with a few pink gem stones. He has finally, placed his collar around her neck and she could not quit staring. She desired for him to take her, claim her physically, use her for the first time with her collar, like being a virgin all over again.
He than without warning turned her to face him. Words were lost and she found herself not able to speak, her mouth gagged with floods of emotion. He pulled open a wooden box with housed within it a play collar and cuff set, pink leather, a collar for her neck for play, two wrist cuffs and two ankle cuffs. He pointed in the center of one of the cuffs a much smaller felt box.
“Go on” He said.
“Open for yourself.” she finally found her words,
“You've given me all I have ever desired already.” He motioned to the box again and she lifted the lid almost following backwards, a diamond ring lie inside.
“I love you, my Esme and I vow to always be your Master but most importantly your lover. I claim you in every way that a man can claim a woman.” Tears started to form in her eye as she lifted the ring and started to push it onto her finger. With her free hand she reached up and touched her collar. Taking a sniffle enough to speak through her tears of joy,
“I love you, you're my love, my Master, my Lord and Daddy. I will always obey you, always be your brat, and always love hard. I am forever yours, my soul is engraved into your the heart that beats within your chest.” Her Master smiled at her, the smile of a man who had everything and would not be happier. The smile she always desired to see on his face, proud of her, proud of having her and proud to call her his. She looked around the room and took a bit of a sad sigh when she saw no fun play things. He called at her and questioned,
“Baby girl?” She did not want to hurt the moment, she was just eager for her truly found virginity to be taken away and given to Daddy,
“Tell me.” He ordered.
“I was hoping to see a flogger and perhaps so rope.” Esme said in her quiet softly spoken way, tracing a finger over her new pink cuff set.
“He left her and walked over towards the chair and lifted a bag, “Remove your skirt.” He said in his erotic stern way. Esme quickly removed her skirt pushing it down. He unloaded his tools, along with new purple rope he had brought. She smiled squealing to herself. He walked over, as he got closer, her freshly shaven pussy tingled more intensively. He fasted the play collar around her neck with her forever collar. She fingered the large D ring on the front has he put her into the rest of her cuffs. She could feel the wet of her pussy making it's way to her thighs as she stood there.
“How do those feel?” He asked she nodded and gave a thumbs up. Without warning he pushed her down onto the and tied into a Doggy style position. Her upper body lowered, her back arched, rear up with spread legs nicely displaying her arse and flowered open her tingling glossy wet cunt, ready for whenever he desired to take her. He run his nails across her lower back and bottom and pondered aloud,
“What oh what should we do with you first.” Esme moaned, Master chuckled. He lifted a flogger and smacked her arse with it lightly. She wiggled in her roped restraints. He hit her a little harder, She perked her ass up higher. Without warning he used his hand to give a rough smack to her pussy before shoveling two thick fingers into her hole. She cried out and squeezed her muscles around his fingers. He fucked her with his fingers for a moment before pulling them out of her. He stared at the juice dripping from the tips and nodded to himself, smacking her pussy once again as Esme moaned. He than again smacked her arse with the black leather flogger and continued hitting her arse and pussy, lower back too every which way listening to her moans, her whimpered, screams with some pleading in between, though he had no mercy for his little pain slut.
He set the flogger hand and rubbed the palm of his hand over her sore bright red arse. With the other he freed a large erection from the restraints of his pants. He knelt up on the bed close to her and she closed her eyes ready to feel that steel deep within her. He rubbed his head along the length of her spread slit, finding her hole as he slowly pushed himself in, teasing her with the speed knowing how badly his baby craved it. He reached under and rubbed her swollen clit as he started to fuck her. He pulled her hair back leaning her head closer to his, and whispered,
“You belong to me forever, and no one else. Body, Mind and Soul.” Esme moaned a soft pitched murmur in happy response,
“Yes Master.”

Recently, in a large city in France , a poster featuring a young, thin and tan woman appeared in the window of a gym.  It said, "This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?"

A middle-aged woman, whose physical characteristics did not match those of the woman on the poster, responded publicly to the question posed by the gym.

To Whom It May Concern: Whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, sea lions, curious humans).  They have an active sex life, get pregnant and have adorable baby whales. They have a wonderful time with dolphins stuffing themselves with shrimp.  They play and swim in the seas, seeing wonderful places like Patagonia, the Bering Sea and the coral reefs of Polynesia .  Whales are wonderful singers and have even recorded CDs.  They are incredible creatures and virtually have no predators other than humans.  They are loved, protected and admired by almost everyone in the world.   Mermaids don't exist.  If they did exist, they would be lining up outside the offices of Argentine psychoanalysts due to identity crisis issues:  Fish or human?  They don't have a sex life because they kill men who get close to them, not to mention how could they have sex?  Just look at them...where is IT?  Therefore, they don't have kids either.  Not to mention, who wants to get close to a girl who smells like a fish store?   The choice is perfectly clear to me:  I want to be a whale.   P.S.  We are in an age when media puts into our heads the idea that only skinny people are beautiful, but I prefer to enjoy an ice cream with my kids, a good dinner with a man who makes me shiver, and a piece of chocolate with my friends.
With time, we gain weight because we accumulate so much information and wisdom in our heads that when there is no more room, it distributes out to the rest of our bodies.  So we aren't heavy, we are enormously cultured, educated and happy.  
Beginning today, when I look at my butt in the mirror I will think, "Good grief, look how smart I am!"