Hopping off the bus with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, and brushing his long black hair out of his face. John looked around to take in the area where the photography studio was set up. It was in the east end of town, an area he didn’t frequent all that much since he liked to stay more towards campus and the populated zones, but sometimes business dragged him out to other regions. Like this one. He was dressed casually in pants, sneakers, and a light sweater since the September morning had been a little bit chilly for him. Walking down the row of businesses, he checked his phone to check for the address again, although a couple minutes later it turned out he didn’t have to check building numbers because Amber was standing outside the studio leaning against the brick.

Amber was one of his long time friends, starting way back in elementary school. With light brown hair and a slim figure, the Chinese girl was dressed in a cropped black tank top and olive coloured cargo pants tucked into black Doc Martens. She fit the image of a dancer quite well, which she was. Amber unhitched herself off of the wall as she spotted him, giving him a smile as he brushed some hair out of his face. “Ready?” She asked.

John nodded in response. Amber had agreed to accompany him to a photoshoot where he would be able to crossdress. The photographer had been pretty open about things, and had been recommended by another one of John’s friends who did occasional modelling. Wonder what he’s going to think when Michelle steps out. He thought to himself as he reshouldered his bag. “Not cold at all?” He asked, looking pointedly at Amber’s top.

Amber waved away his concern. “Don’t go deflecting nervousness with questions about me John. Today is about you and your fabulous hair. By the way, what’s in the bag? Outfits?”

“Yeah.” He responded before unzipping the top, revealing the red dress inside.

Amber raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to be Michelle today?”

“Yup, he’s supposed to be shooting with a girl model today so it’ll be a bit of a shock maybe. Let’s go say hi.”

John threw the bag back onto his shoulder and opened the door for Amber to enter first before entering himself. The front lobby was fairly small, with pictures on the walls all around with a few chairs and a desk with the photography studio logo on it. It looked professional enough as John looked around. “Do we ring a bell or something?” Amber asked.

Almost in response, the door behind the desk opened and a man who looked to be in his early 30s walks out humming to himself, then stopping when he notices there’s two college age kids standing in his lobby. “Oh crap is that the time?” He mutters to himself before extending a hand. “Sorry, I should’ve been expecting you, I’m Richard.”

“John.” He responds before Richard turns to Amber.

“I take it you’re Michelle then?” He asks, extending his hand to her.

She gave him a bright smile in response. “Sorry no, I’m Amber.”

Richard then looked confused. “Wait, I thought I was shooting with a Michelle this morning.”

John then raised his hand hesitantly. “Err, that would be me.”

Richard froze for a moment, looking John up and down and at the bag before an understanding passed over his face. “Oh no problem at all, sure come on in!”

John felt relief pass through his body from head to toe as Richard welcomed them into the main room which was larger than the lobby, with a couple sets set up off to the left, some doors on the right, and a main set with a couch, screen, and multiple lights set up. “Dressing room is that second door on the right.” Richard said as he pointed towards the door. “Just let me know when you’re ready and we can get started.”

John thanked him and walked off towards the room with Amber tailing behind him checking her phone. She’d done this a couple of times with him before, waiting outside the room for him to call her in to help him out with some makeup and hair things which she was more than happy to do for her friend.

The dressing room was basically a converted side room, with a makeup table with mirrors and lights set up along one side, hooks on the other and various chairs and things scattered around. John set down his bag onto one of the chairs and got prepped with the outfit that he had picked out last night. One by one he pulled out each item from the bag. The tight red minidress that came down to mid thigh, black sheer stockings, red high heels in the same shade as the dress, and a short black jacket were all laid out one by one.

Stripping off his sweater, pants, and shoes, he shook out his body before starting to get dressed. He started with a couple of helping parts for his transformation, namely a corset that he carefully positioned around his waist and laced up in the back, awkwardly trying to hold it in place while working the laces. It was time consuming, but eventually he succeeded in compressing his waist down. Next was fake breasts, giving him some bust that would be mostly invisible underneath the dress. The corset definitely restricted his bending capabilities, which forced him to bend at the knees in order to pick up each item to get dressed.

The dress went on first, over his head and pulling it down so the fabric stretched over his body. The stockings were next, the nylon feeling fantastic on his skin as he pulled it up his legs. Flexing his toes, he stretched everything out before stepping into the red high heels, immediately putting a strain on his calf muscles but he didn’t think he was going to walk a ton today. Not for this photoshoot at least. He brushed his hands down the dress, making sure the folds were all removed and everything looked clean on his body.

The last item was the jacket. It made him feel a little less naked, since the dress left his arms and shoulders exposed so it helped, even if he might get hot under the lights in the studio it just helped for comfort as he slid it on over the dress. Plus it was a really good look. Checking himself in the mirror, he nodded in approval. Now he was Michelle.

He knocked twice on the door, which was then opened by Amber who walked in and whistled when she saw his outfit. “I like it.” She said with an approving nod. “Now in the chair let’s fix you up.”

Using the small makeup and hair kit that he owned, Amber began running brushes through his long hair to straighten it out and make it look sleeker. Next was makeup, which normally Michelle could do himself but Amber always offered and it was nice to have someone who was much more practiced at it do his eyeliner, eye shadow, foundation, and all the other types of makeup that he had barely touched in his lifetime. It was transformative, and definitely highlighted his facial features for a photoshoot. “There we go.” Amber said as she finished up with the eyeliner pencil. “Time to make your entrance.”

She handed him the kit and walked back outside, Michelle caught a snippet of conversation between her and Richard in the main room before putting everything back into the bag and looking in the mirror to admire himself. Perfect. He thought before taking a deep breath and opening the door to walk into the main studio.

Richard stood frozen staring at him, while Amber gave him a thumbs up from behind the photographer’s back. “Wow.” Richard said as he looked Michelle up and down. “If I hadn’t seen you walk in and talk to you at the start I would’ve thought you were a girl. I’m impressed.”

“Thank you.” He said before walking over to the first set, enjoying the clicking of his heels on the floor. “I’m good to get started whenever you are ready.”

“Absolutely.” Richard said, fumbling with a camera. “Let’s not waste any time! On with the show!”

Richard was great to work with, Michelle found out quickly. He was hilarious, calling out directions and inserting jokes that genuinely caught him off guard and caused him to laugh which were then captured in pictures. Amber contributed some banter from off the set as well, which made time absolutely fly as he moved from the first set to the second one, which was based around a couple of couches.

The work continued, and it didn’t feel much like work at all. Michelle had fun and was glad that Amber and Richard seemed to be as well. After the second break, Richard seemed to be debating with himself for a minute before asking a question. “How adventurous are you normally?”

“Me?” Michelle asked in surprise. “I’d say quite. Look at me right now.”

Richard chuckled. “Good point, was wondering if you had given any thought to some more adult shoots as well. I can keep the photos private if you’d like, some light rope and tying up while you pose all sexy. If you’re open to that, I don’t want to overstep any bounds.”

Michelle was quite surprised at the proposal and the shock must have registered on his face since Richard started backpedalling. “Sorry, sorry I suggested it. I just made things weird, I’m so sorry. Forget I ever said anything.”

Michelle glanced towards Amber, who had a slight grin on her face, as he thought about it some more. There had always been something about seeing damsels in distress growing up, and now he had a chance to be one while all dressed up? The opportunity probably didn’t come often. “Sure, why not?”

Richard’s head whipped around. “Really?”

“Yeah I’m game, just don’t post these pictures all over the internet please.”

Richard still looked a little nervous but Michelle bet he was even more nervous. “I’ll be back, going to grab some stuff then.”

He disappeared through one of the other doors to grab some stuff. “Why’d you say yes?” Amber asked curiously.

Michelle flushed red. “I don’t know if I really know myself.” He admitted. “Maybe this is the more adventurous side of me that you used to talk about.”

“Hey, don’t go blaming your kinks on me.” Amber grinned. “If you want to be a damsel, that’s completely on you!”

Michelle rolled his eyes as Richard walked back out from the room with a couple coils of brown rope in his hands. “Alright, going to try something here. Bear with me.” He said as he untangled one of the coils.

Richard stood behind him and moved his arms so they bent at the elbows and the wrists were crossed in the middle of his back. Rope then started around the forearms, upper arms, and around his chest to form a harness that kept his arms pinned behind him in a box shape. The rope also pinned his jacket against his body, so that wasn’t coming off anytime soon. He blushed, then ducked his head down trying to hide how red his face was as his body reacted to the ropes.

When Richard was finished, Michelle tried squirming and was fascinated with how the ropes running above and below his breasts, as well as around his upper arms did such a good job of constricting his body and pinning his arms helplessly behind his back. He took a moment to soak it in, closing his eyes to enjoy the helpless feeling caused by the ropes for the first time. “Wow.” Was all he could say.

“It makes you look pretty sexy.” Amber laughed from off the set as Michelle tried to adjust to being unable to use his arms.

Michelle teetered around on the heels, getting used to the feeling and trying to do his best to look good for the camera as Richard snapped away, calling out instructions on directions to turn or look. Eventually Michelle gave up and collapsed backwards onto the couch with a cry of surprise, causing Amber to burst out in laughter.

He curled up slightly, tucking his legs towards his chest in an effort to hide how red his face had gone but Richard loved it. “Wait hold that expression!” He said as he snapped away. “Oh that looked great.”

The support from Richard soon allowed him to relax more and Michelle took to posing on the couch After about ten minutes, Richard paused. “How are you feeling?” He asked.

“Not bad, it feels comfortable, not like I’m super tied up, it’s relaxing in a way.” Michelle confessed as he shifted from side to side.

“Hey Richard.” Amber started, then hesitated as both the photographer and Michelle turned to look at her. “C-could I try being tied up as well?”

Michelle looked at his friend with raised eyebrows. Amber was red, just like Michelle had been and was not meeting his eyes. Richard meanwhile took it in stride. “Sure thing, take a seat and I’ll grab some more rope.”

Richard disappeared into the back room again as Amber gave a little nervous grin in Michelle’s direction. “I know what you’re going to ask.” She said before Michelle even opened his mouth. “And the answer is I’m not sure. Some part of me got a little excited, kind of like the spunky girls in cartoons that always got captured. I think I just wanted to feel what it was like for myself.”

Michelle shrugged the best he could with his upper body tied. “Well I’m hardly one to judge. But no one has to hear about this.”

“Oh absolutely not.”

Michelle was glad they were in agreement when Richard returned with more rope, dropping most of it to the ground while doubling up the remaining strand in his hand. “Palms together.” Richard instructed.

Amber stretched out her arms before putting them behind her back and pressing her hands together. She let out a gasp as the rope made contact with her skin and Richard started wrapping it around them before cinching it and knotting it off. “How does that feel?”

She flexed her arms, testing out the ropes and the way her arms were now pinned behind her back. “Wow, it does feel really strict.”

“Does it hurt at all? Any pain?”

Amber shook her head. “No, it’s surprisingly comfortable. Not what I was expecting.”

Richard held up another coil of rope. “Very nice. Now the next question. How flexible are you?”

“I’m a dancer so quite flexible, why?”

Right as the words left her mouth, Amber seemed to have an understanding of what he was thinking. “I don’t know if I’m that flexible.”

“Time to find out!” Richard said in a cheery voice before bringing her elbows together and wrapping rope around it.

To his surprise, her elbows easily came together and he was able to tie them rather easily. “Wow, super flexible huh?”

It was a bit of a struggle for Amber, who now had her chest thrust out into her top due to her elbows being pulled together behind her back but she seemed ok with it. “This will probably hurt after a while but I think I can handle it.”

Richard stepped back, allowing Amber to walk around cautiously, testing out her bonds. Michelle stood up as well off the couch and bumped shoulders with her laughing. Amber laughed as well, trying to swing her arms around from behind her to hit her friend. Richard stood off to the side, snapping photos as the two played around laughing. After a few minutes Richard rounded them up. “Alright, onto the couch so I can tie your legs.”

Michelle sat down, positioning his legs side by side as Richard knelt down with more rope and began tying his ankles. He really liked the swishing sound his stockings made as they rubbed against each other, blushing some more as the rope surrounded his ankles and bound them tightly together. For good measure, Richard also added a rope underneath the arches of his high heels, making sure they will stay attached to his feet. Michelle raised his legs up and shook them a little to see how much movement he got, which was not much. Amber giggled watching his fascination with his bound ankles as more rope was added above the knees to pin his legs together. “There you are, all nicely packaged up.”

Richard stepped back to allow Michelle to test out his bonds before turning to Amber who gave him an apologetic look. “If I had known this might happen I wouldn’t have worn these pants.” She complained.

“Hey, we take what we can work with. Means I get a couple of models for some rope shoots. I'm not complaining, and from what I’m seeing, I doubt either of you will either.” He said with a laugh.

Both Amber and Michelle laughed along with him as Richard folded up the bottom of Amber’s pants to tie her ankles just above the tops of her boots. More rope compressed her pants at the knees as well to match Michelle’s bindings. The photographer went back into the back room and came out with a video camera on a tripod. “This’ll just be for you two to see.” He promised. “ Give me a struggling show girls!”

Amber seemed all too happy to oblige, squirming and straining at the ropes and really getting into the feel of being a damsel in distress. Michelle probably would have been very surprised at this side of his friend, had he not been just as distracted with the constricting feel of ropes around his limbs and body. The swish of his stockings and the way his arms were secured behind his body made him feel very helpless, and he could also feel himself getting more excited and hoped it wasn’t showing through the dress.

Richard allowed them to continue struggling and picked up a camera, snapping pictures left and right as the girls were lost in their own world in their bondage. After about 15 minutes or so, he set the camera down and walked over behind the couch that the pair were sitting on. “How does it feel?”

“Really good honestly.” Amber admitted. “Your ropework is solid, it’s super comfortable but also secure at the same time, I loved it.



Michelle was more shy about admitting it. “It…felt good.” He said.

“Well I hope you enjoyed it.” Richard said as he leaned over the back of the couch and put a hand around each of the girls. “And now I have something to tell you.”

Both turned their heads towards him, allowing his arms to snake around and clamp down over their mouths from their blind spots. Both Amber and Michelle’s eyes went wide as they were handgagged and immediately started protesting. “I’m kidnapping you for auction, welcome to slavery girls!”

He laughed seeing his words take a moment to register with both of his victims. “Especially you.” He told Michelle. “There’s a special market out there just for people like you.”

All the warmth and friendliness was gone from his voice, making the severity of the situation hit the two students that much harder. With the way he was leaning over the couch, Richard didn’t have the best grip on his captives and eventually Amber managed to leverage her body to squirm her way out of his grip and off of the couch onto the floor. “HEEEELP! SOMEONE HELP US!” She shouted, trying to squirm away from Richard across the floor.

“Now now, no one can hear you with the way this studio is soundproofed.” Richard took on the tone of a lecturer talking down a student. “But that doesn’t mean I want to hear your screams so I have a solution for that.”

Michelle was released, who soon also joined in the screaming as Richard walked around the couch and rolled Amber onto her back. Amber grunted as she was shoved over, doing her best to kick out at the false photographer with her thick boots. “No!” She screamed. “Leave me alone!”

That wasn’t going to happen though and she cried out as he straddled her prone body. From a back pocket, he lifted up a red rubber ballgag. “Know what this is?” He asked while ignoring Michelle’s screams for help in the background.

The way Amber’s eyes shot wide told him all he needed to know and that caused him to smile wide. “Open wide.” He instructed.

Amber slammed her mouth shut, refusing to cooperate and turning her head to the side to make it harder for Richard but he enjoyed the resistance. A simple hair grab and yank was all that was needed for Amber to open her mouth in a cry of pain and the rubber ball was jammed into the opening. “MMMMPH!” Amber continued to be very vocal as she was gagged and flipped onto her stomach so the attached straps could be pulled together and buckled tightly under her hair.

Richard gave the strap a vicious yank, pulling the straps into the edges of her mouth before buckling it tight. He also made a big show of holding the tiny padlock in front of her eyes before padlocking her gag with it, ensuring it was not coming off. “There we go, nice and quiet.” He laughed as he pulled Amber into a sitting position.

He looked longingly at her chest, but first had to deal with his other captive who was inching across the floor towards the door still yelling for help. “No one ever listens.” Richard complained as he walked over to Michelle, pulling another ballgag from his pocket. “No one outside of this room can hear you.”

“No, no! Get away from me!” Michelle cried out as Richard closed in, like a hunter towering over their trapped prey. “Let us go!”

“No can do, you’re going to be sold.”

Michelle’s cheeks were red, maybe from panic and fear, maybe from arousal. It didn’t matter much to Richard as he pinned Michelle to the ground and brought up the ballgag. “Now whether you like it or not, this is going in your mouth. We can do this the easy way or the hard way, your choice.”

Michelle flinched, eyes focused solely on the red rubber ball before he reluctantly opened his mouth and allowed Richard to cram the ball inside. “Good girl.” He said as hair was pulled up and the gag was buckled tightly at the back of his neck.

The padlock soon followed, fully robbing Michelle and Amber of any way of coherent communication as Richard stood up. “Now, I think I’ll take Amber first, which means I have to make sure you don’t get up to any funny business.”

Michelle’s frightened sobs were ignored as Richard took another short piece of rope and rolled him over. Tying it through the ankle ropes and pulling, his legs were bent back until he felt his heels against his butt. Richard connected the rope to the chest harness, putting Michelle in a strict hogtie and checked the knots to ensure he wasn’t going anywhere. “Snug as a bug.”

“MMMMMPH!” Both Amber and Michelle cried out into their gags as Richard approached Amber and scooped her up off the ground in a bridal carry.

“Mmmph mmph!” Amber screamed angrily, bucking and squirming in his grip as Richard had to adjust.

“Quit squirming, or I just might drop you.” He threatened.

Amber went still at the thought, knowing if she fell she had no way of catching herself and it was a long way to the floor. With one last frightened look at Michelle who was still struggling in his hogtie, Amber and Richard disappeared through one of the other doors, which Richard kicked shut behind him.

Inside the room were multiple cameras and lights, focused on a single chair in the centre of the room. Amber was set down in the middle of the room in front of the chair, where she looked around frantically at the cameras, all which had red lights indicating they were live. Bunching her legs, she tried to hop away but only made it a couple of hops before she was caught from behind. Richard had a leather collar in his hand and quick as a flash he had it wrapped around her throat and buckled tight. Using the attached leash, he dragged her backwards and sat down in the chair, bringing Amber down in his lap.

“Hello everyone.” He said into the microphone that he had clipped to his collar. “First item today for sale is Amber, a college student and dancer, who definitely has a closet love for bondage based on the past half an hour in the photography studio.”

His snickering was unwelcome to Amber’s ears but she was more concerned about being called an item for sale. He couldn’t just sell her! She struggled and squirmed, trying to get out of his lap and trying to kick out with her feet but Richard did a professional job of keeping her in place, using her leash to keep her in place with an arm around her waist as well as she drooled around her ballgag.

Richard spent a couple minutes feeling her up, reaching a hand down her pants, over her crop top, groping her breasts, everything that if she was free she would never let a man do to her body. But bound and gagged as she was, she was helpless to resist. “Let’s give everyone a peek shall we?” He whispered in her ear.

Her angry cursing and struggling was unable to prevent Richard from sliding a hand underneath her crop top and pushing it up, allowing her small breasts to pop free for the camera. “Ooo don’t mind if I cop a feel do you?”

Amber screamed in outrage as his hands worked over her breasts, squeezing and pinching before running down her waist. She shuddered as his hands traced down her body, squirming and pleading for help into her gag despite knowing that no one on the other end of the cameras would want to help her.

Her torments continued for a few minutes, with Richard taking multiple liberties with her body, her hair, and touching her all over to show her assets to the camera while keeping her in his lap before finally deciding to finish up. “And that will be all for our first girl. We’ll be setting her aside as the bids come in and I’ll be bringing our second item out in a moment.”

Richard forced Amber to stand and then slung her over his shoulder, placing a hand on her firm butt and gave a squeeze. “Let’s go princess, your new owner awaits!” He laughed as he carried her off into another back room.

In the main room, Michelle had no idea what was happening. Squirming around in his hogtie still, Michelle had realized a while ago there wasn’t much hope in escaping these ropes. Richard knew exactly what he was doing despite looking nervous, and the ropework was very, very secure. He gave a frustrated scream into the gag and glanced towards the door that he had taken Amber through, wondering what horrors were happening to his friend.

Unfortunately, he knew he was going to find out soon. His struggling had done little except chafe his skin and he’d been unable to get very far squirming across the floor. Then the door was flung open with a bang, causing him to jump a little in his bondage as Richard strode across the room. “I see you’re still here, so I guess you want to be sold!” He laughed as he undid the hogtie rope and picked up Michelle in a bridal carry.

Michelle was carried through the room to the auction room, where his eyes widened at the sight of all the cameras as he was set down on his high heels, glancing around frantically. Similar to Amber, Michelle was quickly collared, feeling the leather pressing against his windpipe as he was dragged around on the leash and sat down in Richard’s lap.

“Now this cutie is a special one today.” Richard said into the microphone. “She looks all pretty, glorious hair, sexy dress and heels, but is actually a guy!”

Michelle was completely red with embarrassment over his situation and was doing his best to shy away from the cameras, but considering there were cameras all around it was extremely hard to do so. “Aww don’t be shy, where’s the confidence that you just showed me in the other room?” Richard asked before moving his unwelcome hands across Michelle’s chest. “You were getting all excited, don’t lie to all these people!”

Michelle could also feel Richard getting excited. Something hard was pressed up against his butt through the fabric of his dress and he had no doubt that it was Richard’s erection. Richard continued to play around with his body, feeling him up, ruffling his hair and stroking down his legs as Michelle continued to struggle in his grip. Still blushing, Michelle tried to scream for help through the ballgag but Richard’s palm soon clamped down over his mouth. “Now now, we can’t scare off all these nice people.”

It was torture for Michelle, being showcased to who knew how many perverted people like this. Despite still struggling and squirming, the fight was slowly seeping out of his body as minutes dragged on suffering under the hands of Richard. “Well aren’t you attracting some special attention?” He laughed. “Time to get you going as well.”

Forcing Michelle to stand, Richard also stood up before picking up his latest victim in a bridal carry. “Away we go!” He said as Michelle moaned miserably into her gag as she was carried off to a new fate.