Princess Rose, the Princess of Bondage, was rather worried. She stared into her wardrobe and simply couldn’t decide what to wear to the annual ball. It was an important event and she wanted to look her best. The added bonus she was after was perhaps getting tied up by one of her friends. It would certainly make the ball even more enjoyable, in her eyes.

But she simply couldn’t decide and was worried she’d be late. “Oh no, I can’t be late!” she said to herself. “Everyone will think poorly of me if I don’t get there on time...”

This thought was, definitely, untrue but Rose worried about it anyway, as her mind tended to do. She was growing desperate, trying to figure this out, when she heard a voice from behind her.

She turned around and there stood, well floated, a full sized adult woman in a beautiful blue gown, with transparent wings, and holding a wand. She seemed to almost emanate sparkles from her very being. Rose gasped.

“Who are you?”

“I’m, well, your fairy godmother!”

Rose gasped again, much more delighted this time. “You mean... like Cinderella?”

“I suppose so yes!”

“Wow! So... are you here to help me?”

“Indeed, Princess of Bondage! And I think you should head to the ball in something befitting your title, don’t you?”

“Oooo, of course!”

“Then let’s get started!”

With a wave of her wand, and a great deal of magical energy, quickly moving her wand in circular motions, and before her the Princess of Bondage was transformed.

“Hmmpph?”

Rose noticed her voice was muffled. Something tight hugged her limbs and upper body. But, best of all, she was dressed in a long, sparkling blue dress, beautiful pale blue heels that shined as though made of glass, and a tiara atop her head. The dress had a deep neckline, no sleeves, and frills all about the hemline and neckline.

But, to Rose’s delight, she was also tightly bound in rope. Her ankles were tied, as were her calves and thighs beneath the flowing skirt. A tight coil framed her chest and accentuated the dress further, while her wrists were crossed and bound behind her back. Going with that, her mouth had been stuffed full of cloth, with another tied on over her mouth and nose.

“Mmmmpphh!” Rose squealed in delight, squirming in her bonds, struggling and failing to escape. Just as she hoped.

“There you are, Princess of Bondage! And don’t you look lovely! Well, off to the ball with you, dear. Best hop to it!” The fairy godmother chuckled at her pun.

Rose delighted in hopping her way from her castle and all the way down to a waiting carriage. She hopped inside, plopped herself down, and giggled as she struggled with the ropes.

“Now remember, these gifts will only last until midnight,” her fairy godmother warned. “So take care to enjoy yourself until then!”

“Mm wmm!” Rose beamed, happily squirming.

...

The ball was extravagant, attended by a great many royals from throughout the world. And so many people complimented Rose on her wonderful dress. She muffled back ‘thank yous’ as she hopped around, mingling among the guests, completely bound and gagged as she wanted.

Even in her state of bondage, Princess Rose didn’t realize how much time had been passing. As she tried to carry on muffled conversations, wriggle happily in her bonds, do her best to hop and dance with others, she hadn’t been watching the clock. When finally she looked up, it was ten minutes to midnight.

She groaned her disappointment and started hopping for the exit and back to her waiting carriage. As she made it, her hopping took her so long, that ten minutes passed. Her carriage remained, as it was her own, but the dress... it disappeared. But, to both her delight and embarrassment, the ropes and gag did not. Now she was just left in her undergarments, tied up and gagged, out in the street.

Rose blushed brightly as several guests noticed her, but she managed to get into the carriage before too long and hide herself away. Spared any further embarrassment, Rose looked at herself. She was sad she was no longer wearing the dress but remembered she was still tied up.

So, with that positive thought in her head, Rose happily struggled away once again, giggling away into her gag, while her carriage brought her back to the palace. Even when it stopped, she carried on struggling. Someone would untie her, eventually, but for now she chose to enjoy it. And she’d never forget this ball. It would be one to remember for years to come.