[F] Abby on Display Part One

I once dated this guy, who was all kinds of freaky. He would come up with ridiculous ideas of things he wanted me to do, many of which I said no to. But this isn’t a story about things that didn’t happen…

Thursday afternoon I get invited to join him for dinner, him and a few friends on Friday night. Normally I wouldn’t go, but it’s at his place and he seems keen to impress his friends.

But this is where things start to get weird, he says a package will arrive with my outfit for the evening, sent to my work. He’s booked me in for a hair appointment tomorrow afternoon and a manicure and pedicure after work. It seems a little over the top, but I like being spoilt, so I go with it.

When I arrive at the beauticians to get my nails done, I am expecting to be able to choose the style, colours etc. But it seems those choices have been made for me and the bill is already settled. An hour or so later I leave with a French manicure on both my fingers and toes. It’s not really my usual style, but I don’t hate it. I can always take it off at the weekend I tell myself as I make my way home.

The next day drags. You know that feeling of being at working and waiting for the day to end so you can go out and enjoy yourself, but somehow that seems to make the day longer? It was that.

Just after midday the parcel arrives as promised, but I am stuck in a meeting, I can see it sat on my desk waiting for me as the meeting goes on and on. We go over performance figures, finance balances, growth opportunities and other things that no one cares about on a Friday afternoon.

The meeting wraps up and I make my way back to my desk. The box comes with a note.

`Hi Abby,`

`This is for you. I want you to put it on before you leave home and wear it for the evening. You can of course keep it once the evening is over. But please, don’t open the box until the very last minute.`

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There are also the details of the hair salon, an upmarket place around the corner, the appointment is booked for fifteen minutes after I finish work.

If the first half of the day was slow, the second half was glacial. It was 3 hours from the end of the meeting until the end of the day and it felt like 30.

I left the box in the office, ready to pick up on my way back home, it was rather cumbersome. I make my way to the hair salon, to be greeted at the door by name, with a glass of champagne. I am shown through to meet a stylist and to be told once again, that the bill has been paid and that all the decisions have been made for me.

This is a touch more nerve wracking than having my nails done, I’m slightly relieved when the stylist reaches for the styling tongs and not the scissors. She proceeds to twist my hair into an overly curly, half up style that I do not particularly like. My elbow length hair is just past my shoulders by the time she has finished. She can see how unimpressed I am, but smiles to herself as she shows me out.

I gather my things form the office, hail an uber and head home. I’m very tempted to peek into the box as it sits next to me, taking up most of the back seat as the car glides slowly through the evening traffic.

Finally home, I put the box in my bedroom and fix myself a snack, knowing full well that it might be hours before I get dinner. I text the guy and ask what time he wants me, the journey is short so I expect to have plenty of time. But his reply startles me a little, “30 minutes, all you have to do is change, right?” It’s a fifteen minute taxi ride, so now I have to rush.

I head to the bedroom and open the box, tipping the contents out onto the bed. The box is surprisingly empty, but contains a note. I read it, holding it in one hand as I spread out the items in front of me.

`Abby, This probably isn’t what you were hoping for, but that’s ok. Wear everything. Text me before you depart. You might want a coat and please wear suitable heels.`

I cast my eyes over the things I have tipped out of the box. Champagne stockings, a matching bra, brief and suspender set and a shiny metal butt plug. It really isn’t what I was expecting, now I understand why I might need a coat.

I strip out of my work clothes and into the lingerie. The stockings feel incredible as they slide up my long, smooth legs. The rest of the lingerie is amazing, its a set that I had been intending to buy for some time, but just hadn’t got round too. For the lingerie fans, it was Elvis Navy from Honey Birdette, with the open back brief as opposed to the thong.

Finally, I take the butt plug, give it plenty of lube and press it against my tightest hole. It takes a moment, I am not particularly relaxed after rushing to get ready. But eventually it slowly sinks inside me, taking me by surprise and making me gasp as it does. It takes a moment to get used to, but it fits comfortably.

I need heels, I go for navy to match the lingerie, mainly because those are what I find first. I grab a pair of Louboutin Altadama, in patent navy and slip them on as I order another uber with my spare hand. They’re not my highest heels and that turns out to be an excellent choice as the evening progresses.

I grab a long coat, wrapping it tightly around myself before making my way down to the waiting uber. We make it to the guys apartment building with a few minutes to spare, I hate being late for things. As I make my way up in the lift I suddenly remember that this isn’t some romantic dinner date, he was inviting friends….shit! It was too late now, the doors of the lift were opening onto the corridor outside his apartment. I could hear music coming from his door as I approached.

I knock on the door and wait, I can hear him approach. He opens the door and his face lights up with a broad smile as he see’s me standing there, greeting me, taking me by the hand and guiding me inside all in one motion. Before I even have chance to react, he’s undoing my coat and helping me out of it, leaving me in the lingerie without any comment, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

I take a few steps into his living room as he disappears with my coat, returning a moment later and placing a glass of champagne in my hand. He’s full of compliments…for himself and what he has crafted. He’s walking around me and admiring the outfit as I sip the champagne.

Finally, he ends the compliments with, “Abby, you will make the most perfect piece of art to stand at the head of the dining table, come with me…”

This got rather long, so the rest will come in part two.

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Abby x

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sqamrp/f_abby_on_display_part_one