Springtime Joy

originally posted May 6, 2006

"It is strange to wear a color other than the red, my Master," the girl Joy admitted, blushing profusely.

I could tell the garment scandalized her. It was green; a springtime hue. Pale, but not pastel. It had a simple, wide neck that was designed to be thrust down so that it clung to her shoulders. There were no buttons and it fell modestly to the middle of her thighs where it flounced at the hem. One other feature remained. It was utterly, decadently sheer. Sheer as if it were not there. If a girl stood before a piece of colored glass as the sun shone though it, that would approximate its appearance.

"Green is a good color for an auburn girl," I informed her. And it was. Artists combine the color green with red in design often. It is a complementary pairing much like yellow and purple or blue and orange. She was a delight in the garment. It was purchased on a whim when I was on a stroll through town the other day. Perhaps I will purchase others for her.

"On earth, I had closets full of clothes and always complained that I had nothing to wear. Now, I treasure the one garment I was given," she told me.

"You are permitted, unless explicitly told otherwise, to wear one or the other as you like," I told her.

If I desired to see her in red, it was a simple enough thing to order her to change her garment. Similarly, I could have her cradled in scandalous green on a mere change of whim.

"Thank you, my Master, for the garment," she said to me.

Her thighs were nicely splayed. Her back straight. I think she liked wearing it and the looks it brought in her direction. She thanked me, too, for other indulgences I have provided her. It is a pleasure to dress a woman.