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From a new year gala ball, to bedraggled.
By CathyRendonx
Posted 5/8/23     496 views
New Years 2023 was a fun time for myself as it gave me a chance to attend a evening gala as part of our corporate celebrations for the holidays. I do love to dress up all posh and elegant from time to time, and I spent some time looking through my collection of formal wear for something appropriate.

I settled on a floor length gown with a shiny brocade fabric skirt, complete with petticoats and netting underneath and a black bodice with four separate straps that criss-crossed at the rear. The skirt felt nice and thick, and the brocade patterns looked so pretty and glittery in the right light! I completed the look with thigh-high stockings attached to my garter belt, and a matching pair of silky panties. A pair of Sam Edelman heels completed the look, and I picked up my pink handbag to take out and apply some makeup. I smiled into the mirror as I added some dangly gold earrings and a diamond necklace, with a simple dress watch for my wrist. I was ready to go.

My date picked me up, she was a close friend of mine who have known each other for some time. We exchanged compliments on our outfits before I climbed into her car and we went to the convention center where the gala was being held. It was lovely to see my coworkers all dressed up and looking their best, with the men in handsome tuxedos and full suits, and myself and the ladies in outfits ranging from business suits and cocktail dresses to more formal gowns and form fitting dresses.

The buffet prepared for the event had wonderful food, and I took the time to add some chicken alfredo pasta with grilled chicken fillet to my plate before me and my date sat down in the reception hall. My dress made a lovely scrunching sound as the petticoats and skirt collected in the chair. With a big smile I made a toast with our wine glasses and we ate our dinner in relative peace. I felt so blissful, sitting around so many well dressed people as we ate some fine food and drank expensive wine...

Every so often I would run my free hand over my skirt under the table, it felt very silky against my legs. The wine was definitely making it easier to relax, and as the night went on I could feel it take its effect. Me and my date took the time to dance in the hall as well! It was wonderful for us to slow dance with other couples surrounding us, although dancing in heels is not really my cup of tea! My friend looked lovely in her light pink formal skirt suit with matching stilettos, and she seemed very comfortable moving around in them as we moved across the dance floor.

After a long while it was starting to get late, we found ourselves in the reception hall chatting with coworkers over tea and deserts. The warm tea helped me compose myself a bit, and the tiramisu I was enjoying was wonderful... but I was starting to feel worn out by this point.

So after pleasantries with my coworkers and bosses me and my friend saw ourselves out for the night. We chatted casually on the drive home before parting ways in front of my building. As she drove off I waved to her until she turned the car around the corner. I let my hand linger for a bit as I stood there in my formal wear, enjoying the light cool breeze as it swept over my collarbone and underneath my heavy skirts... I bit my lip as I looked up towards my apartment window. At this point I knew what I had to do.

After entering the lobby and taking the elevator up I entered my apartment, firmly deciding to let this lovely evening end on an even higher note. Without taking off my heels or leaving my purse in the foyer, I went to the bathroom and started filling the bath, adding some shampoo to the water to make it nice and soapy.

After the water neared the top I turned off the taps and let out a large sigh.. it was time. With a small smile I stepped into the water, my heels letting some bubbles escape as they were quickly submerged. My stockings felt nice and silky as they slowly got wet... I could see my face in the mirror, it was bright red from excitement. Without waiting any longer I dropped my purse into the bath with a splash, and sat down.

The layers of petticoats and skirts bunched up on the surface and it took quite a bit of pressing and forcing it all into the water before it was all submerged and undulating below the surface. The brocade fabric turned a darker shade of rose gold but retained its sparkly shine even when waterlogged. The water made quick work of my panties and stockings, and I couldn't resist dipping my head below the surface, soaking the bodice of my dress and my shoulder length hair. My makeup was a bit of a mess now, with mascara stinging in my eyes and a tiny trail running down my face.

Ah... what a mess I was at that moment, both my appearance and in my own head. I lifted my waterlogged purse up and took out my mirror compact and lipstick, slowly adjusting my face before taking out a dripping mascara tube and reapplying it. I took great pleasure in doing all this despite my soaked state, and even though they were already wet, I could tell my panties were getting a bit sticky...

Once my face was complete I carelessly dropped the loose makeup into the water and set my purse next to the bathtub, its flooded contents sloshing loudly as I set it down. It was now time to get a little inappropriate...

I spent the next hour slowly fondling my breasts and lower half through the dress, the spaghetti straps on the dress slowly becoming dishelved and falling down my arms a little, and the waterlogged and heavy skirts rubbing against my legs making squishy sounds as they pressed against my body and the bathtub. After teasing my privates by bringing myself to a peak and then letting the heat come down several times, I finally let loose and lifted my heavy skirts up before slipping a hand inside my panties... and well, let's just say I had quite a sticky mess down there later on!

It took a while to dry the gown, but it survived just fine. My heels were also in good shape after treating the leather and letting it dry slowly. My makeup and diary in my purse were a soggy ruin, but my phone was undamaged. All in all it was a wonderful way to end such a lovely evening.

I hope you enjoyed this peek at my life, I think I'll be writing more blog posts in the near future of other exploits. Cheers~
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phantazia:
5/8/23
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Such a story that sounds like a beautiful dream and hopefully an event hopefully to be made true
stan1953:
5/8/23
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Great dreaming fetish adventure...very interesting to follows...
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