She looked at herself in the mirror. She wasn't too happy with what she saw. Not that she was unattractive, rather she was too attractive dressed this way. She wondered what he had in mind.
She had found the box with the note attached when she got home from the market. It was obvious from the handwriting that it was from him. He must have waited until she left and then returned home and put the box in the entry way where she would find it.
It was wrapped in plain brown paper and sealed with packing tape. The envelope laying on top had her name on it. The note card inside simply said;
Open the package and follow the instructions inside to the letter.
D
She took the box and put it on the dining room table. Using a small pen knife, she carefully opened the wrappings. Inside she found another envelope and what appeared to be clothing and lingerie. She opened the envelope and read;
In this box you will find all the clothing you are to be wearing when I come home.
Shower, do your makeup and hair for a social evening. You must look perfect.
Put on only the clothing that is in this box. Nothing more, nothing less.
If you are ready early, kneel in the living room in front of my chair and wait there.
Be ready to leave immediately when I arrive home.
D
She looked at the clock. He usually didn't get home until after 5. It was 3pm now, but the way the note was worded he could arrive anytime and if she wasn't ready it would be uncomfortable. She picked up the box and headed upstairs.
She showered and prepared herself. She wasn't sure what he meant by a social evening. It could be anything from an evening bar hopping with friends to the opera or the symphony. That meant to pull out all the stops. She did her hair, her nails, her makeup, taking particular care that everything was perfect. When she was done, she went to the box and started looking.
She laid out the ensemble. White shear Bra and garter belt. No panties. Black seamed stockings. A white shear blouse, an impossibly short black spandex miniskirt, and the highest set of heels she had ever seen. Black patent leather, spike heels, open toed. If these shoes didn't scream "Come Fuck Me" nothing would.
She began to dress. Everything fit perfectly. He was meticulous in his preparations. Her full firm breasts filled the bra cups and bulged dramatically over the demi-cups forming a deep impressive cleavage. The garter belt hugged her hips, enhancing the curves of her round bottom. She pulled on the sheer black stockings making sure the seam was straight and the Cuban heels were perfectly placed. Stepping into the miniskirt, she pulled it up and adjusted it then zipped it closed. It did, of course, fit, but it was short. So short that it barely covered the tops of the stockings. The least movement would cause the hem to rise and expose the tops of the stockings. Sitting would be next to impossible without exposing everything. And it was tight. It showed every curve of her ass and her thighs. Shrugging on the blouse and buttoning it, she found that it was cut so that the last button was just below the point at which here cleavage leapt from the bra cups, which meant that almost all of her breasts not encased in the sheer material of the bra was exposed. She tucked the tail of the blouse into the skirt. She looked in the box and spied one more item. A velvet collar with a silver ring attached to the center. She buckled it around her neck and set the ring directly under her chin.
She sat and looked at the shoes. She slipped them on and fastened the ankle straps. She almost stumbled just trying to stand on the things. The heels themselves must be a good 6 inches. She felt like she was standing on her tiptoes. She sighed. Those were his instructions and she had made the agreement to abide by whatever demands or instructions he made.
She carefully made her way downstairs and knelt in front of his chair. The simple act of kneeling where he usually sat was enough to make her slightly wet in anticipation.4. She knew, based on the outfit, that he had something special planned and his surprises were always interesting and erotic if not somewhat frightening.
