#collar fantasy

But one of the hottest and loveliest thoughts in the whole world is being collared.

Why can't the princess be collared?? Why not. Why aren't you in my dms telling me my pretty neck should have a prettier collar around it, nice and tight??

A beautiful, frilly, pink princess. In a beautiful, frilly, pink dress. Kneeling on my pretty, pink pedestal. The court discuss amongst themselves. I try to chime in but no one seems to notice me? Unless they're admiring how pretty I am.

In fact a my advisor approached me, telling me something or other about some people who were coming to see how pretty I am. There was more to it but his cologne was so swirly and strong. It was harder to focus on anything in the room but I did lock eyes with several young men... wait my coupling ball isn't today is it?

I opened my mouth to ask but just before I took a breath a puff of cologne hit my nose. Such an enticing, lovely, enchanting scent. I stopped worrying for a while.

Several dances came and went, my legs were numb, my neck was stiff, and my cheeks ached from how often I was reminded I should be smiling. Lifting myself, just an inch, to relieve my knees was met with a gentle hand against my back.

The touch sent a shock through me. Using both hands he gently held my shoulders, guiding me back to my perfect, proper princess posture. My stomach fluttered with the contact.

The sweet smell came back, guiding my mind back down into fuzziness.

"Very nice, princess" my advisor's voice curled around his last word as his fingers flew from the curve of my breast to a single finger against my forehead.

The gentle tap sent my head back, knocking all my thoughts out of place and the air out of my breath.

"Much prettier like this" he ran his finger up my neck from the center of my chest up up until it landed under the chin, tilting my head back. Giving one more chance for my thoughts to spill out of the back of my head.