Formally Bound For the Bondage Ball
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I make my way down the stairway in what I think is the best outfit ever for the bondage ball. Its fancy, long, formal w just a touch of rope for a chest harness. Knotty Guy takes some pictures before we head out, or so I think. He insists I am not quite ready as he adds more rope making it very awkward to walk down the steps in my high heels. He takes a few more pictures but again, he has other plans than to head to the ball. Next thing I know, I am hanging in an odd angle above the stairway banister. I am slightly in shock, not knowing how this is going to get us to the ball. I slowly realize Knotty Guy has no intentions of going anywhere and his rope and his idea of having a ball is right here at home. He also read the invitation wrong as he thinks it said a gasmask ball, not a masquerade ball, so he adds a black gasmask to my suspended body. I mean, i guess that's a legit reason to wear a gasmask with a formal pink gown. What happens next is definitely not expected as he takes a scissors and cuts the dress in pieces while I hang there in the ropes while my face is covered in this rubber mask. I try to protest but it is no use as my hands are bound behind my back and I just have to except this is my fate and my dress is slowing turning to shreds and will never be this pretty again. He does make it extremely shorter and slutier length to say the least. Once he is done destroying my dress he then removes my gasmask and lets me speak a few choice words before gagging me with a piece of my own dress. Of course, all along he steps and takes pictures to remember this fancy night w Fayth in a formal gown. He eventually lets me down from the ceiling and I am determined to go to this bondage ball once and for all even tho I look like I was just put threw a paper shredder.