Master preferred for his bimbo-slaves to go about the house naked. But he was a kind and understanding Master. Eating breakfast naked on Master’s sunny veranda in full view of the neighbors wasn’t exactly a smart idea, and sometimes the house was chilly. So as long as she remembered to ask Master for permission a bimbo-slave was allowed to wear a robe in such circumstances. And He always made sure that it was appropriately soft, pink, and frilly.
Master preferred for his bimbo-slaves to go about the house naked. But he was a kind and understanding Master. Eating breakfast naked on Master’s sunny veranda in full view of the neighbors wasn’t exactly a smart idea, and sometimes the house was chilly. So as long as she remembered to ask Master for permission a bimbo-slave was allowed to wear a robe in such circumstances. And He always made sure that it was appropriately soft, pink, and frilly.
Where I live there is about 2 weeks to a month out of the year (depending on the weather) where all of the trees burst into pretty pink blossoms, and it feels like is is snowing pink all throughout the city.
I would love to make it a personal tradition that when the first weekend this happens, you put on your prettiest, pinkest outfit, and I take you for a stroll through the blossoms.
What would you add to this tradition to make it even more bimboey?
