By Piglett
Saturday evening.
Party, time to Suffer.
I was ushered into the venue by the three of them. I had been dressed in the impact suit then over that his bondage two-piece suit and all strapped in. I had my earplugs in under its hood and the new shades on too. They all seemed happy that I had reinterpreted their chosen narrative. I only had one quick change and Zeb had said he wanted to assist me as the others would be busy and also we could sign to each other too if we had to. Tim had given me the signals for me to use to get him to stop if I wanted to. The stage crew riggers had prepared the winches and the fixings for the leather strap lattice suit I would be put in and winched up before the show started. I had my stuff in my backpack and all was set. I was told to wait in one of the dressing rooms. I curled up on the floor and used my bag as a pillow and fell asleep.
I heard Zeb’s voice close and felt him shaking me awake. He signed and asked me if I was fine. I signed that I had had a little sleep and was all ready for the show. His grin was so cute as it washed across his face. I gave him my bag and he put it on. We walked through the back of the venue to the stage and I was put into the strap suit by him and Tim.
