Roped into a damsel in distress film [FMM/M]

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The first warm day of spring fell on a Friday. Trees were beginning to show their green leaves and white and pink flower buds were emerging after the long winter. I was sitting near the windows looking out over the foliage in my Film 101 class. It was Friday afternoon, and my brain had already checked out for the week.

The lecture hall was not large, despite it being a ‘101’ course. There were maybe 30 students in the class, which I guess made sense as I was attending a relatively small liberal arts college. The heating in the room was slightly too warm and I could sense my eyelids grow heavier as the 1.5 hour class progressed.

Abruptly, I felt an elbow bump my side, bringing me back to the present. My buddy Ben who was sitting to my left was pointing out the projector screen at the front of the class.

“Yo J, check it out…”

The headline started: “Group Project - Short Film Assignment”. We were supposed to make groups of four students and create a 5- to 10-minute film “depicting and/or questioning the use of traditional gender stereotypes in films”. We would have three weeks to write a script, film, and edit.

I always liked group projects, as it was an excuse to get to hang out with my friends. There were three of us in the class- me (Jack, but everyone in my friend group calls me J), Ben, and Drew who was sitting on the far side of Ben.

The three of us had met during orientation at the start of Freshman year and had become friends instantly. I wasn’t fully sure why or how as we were all quite different.

Ben was tall, maybe 6’2” with a muscular build, dark wavy hair and very tan skin. He used to play football in high school but didn’t get recruited to play at the college level. Drew was also quite tall, maybe 6’, but slimmer. He was a bit of a redneck having grown up on a farm and had characteristic ginger hair and freckles. I, on the other hand was a bit of a nerd, 5’9”, skinny with dirty blond hair and light eyes.

“You guys need a fourth?”

The three of us turned around to see a girl, dark haired, with dark makeup around her eyes. She was quite attractive, but also gave off the vibe that she took nothing from nobody.

Drew quickly responded eagerly for the group, “yep, yes ma’am definitely!”

The girl stuck out her right hand. “I’m Joan”. We took turns taking her hand and introducing ourselves.

We spent the next ten minutes brainstorming ideas. We discussed the power dynamics of men and women in movies and the typical yet outdated portrayal of women as helpless and as objects of male desire.

After a while, Joan decided for the group. “We’ll do a damsel in distress film but I think we need to switch up the roles. It’ll be great commentary on the trope.”

We three boys in the group shrugged and agreed. We didn’t think much of it at the time. None of us had strong convictions about what to do, and Joan sounded pretty confident in the idea.

Joan offered to write up a script and have it ready to start filming the following weekend. Me and the boys were happy to not have to do any of the script writing portion as words were not our strong suit. To be fully honest, nothing was our strong suit and we were mainly in the class to have fun.

We checked out a film camera, tripod, and various accessories from the front of the class, and were dismissed for the weekend.


*Next Saturday*

We had agreed to meet Saturday morning at 9. Joan had shared the script with us to edit several days prior, but I hated to admit that I had not actually looked at it. I had a feeling neither Ben nor Drew did either.

We met at Joan’s apartment, a rustic townhome near campus clad in navy siding and white trim. Ben had given Drew and I a ride in his 90’s BMW sedan.

The interior of Joan’s apartment was decorated somewhat sparsely, which was typical of many college student setups I had seen. Joan had set up her dining room table as a center of operations, with all the A/V equipment and printed copies of scripts laid out. There was also a duffel bag full of what I assumed to be props.

“Okay, I assume you’ve all read the script by now, do you guys have any questions?” Joan asked us. She had become the de facto director of everything in addition to having an acting role. We stood sheepishly and mumbled that no, we did not have any questions. “J, no question, concerns?”

“Nope,” I said. I was confused as to why she singled me out, but didn’t think anything of it.

“Great, let’s get started then! I’ve set up what we need in the bedroom.” We followed Joan up the stairs.

There Joan gave us a brief overview of the first scene. Joan and I would be playing a married couple, Mr. And Mrs. Cabrera. Joan had cast herself as a CIA agent; I wasn’t fully sure what I was supposed to be.

The scene started with Joan getting out of our (her) bed and getting ready for work. There was a closeup on the alarm clock showing 5:30 AM.

She put on a navy suit, while I was still in bed protesting. She then explained that she needed to go in early that day for “matters of national security”.

We shot the first scene quickly without a hitch. Ben was operating the camera, though it was a pretty easy job with the tripod. The scene would end with a closeup of Joan leaving while grabbing her CIA badge.


We moved on to scene two.

I really wished I had read the script beforehand as Joan walked us through the scene. She had cast me as a crossdresser who liked to dress up while his wife was at work. As she talked us through the scene, my eyes widened and I felt a lump growing in my throat. I could see Ben and Drew holding in laughter.

I knew we were questioning traditional gender roles, but I never thought it would come to this. Maybe that was why earlier Joan had specifically asked me assuming I had read the script.

Ben and Drew’s characters would then break into the house in an attempt to kidnap Joan’s character for revenge on a past CIA mission, but would mistake the crossdressed version of me for her. I would be held at the kidnappers’ hideout and Joan would have to come save me.

I couldn’t argue with Joan, especially given the prompt for the short film. I had also technically agreed to the script by lying about reading it.

Scene two solely involved me dressing up. Joan had placed the items I needed in a box which during the scene I would pull from the closet. In it, there was a nude set of a lacy bra and panties, yellow dress, white heels, a long brown wig, and various pieces of gold toned jewelry.

“Luckily we’re the same dress size so you can use one of mine. I think these heels should be your size- they were only a couple bucks at Goodwill.” Joan paused while I looked overwhelmed. “You can keep them if you want!”

I didn’t know what to say.

“Ok let’s have you already wearing the bra and panties and film a close up of you zipping up the dress.”

I was left in the privacy of Joan’s bedroom briefly for me to change into the bra and panties. I called out when I was done and Joan and the guys came back in and prepared to start filming.

The scene had me standing in the corner facing a floor length mirror, pulling up the dress from my ankles. The dress fell to just above my knees and had a white and purple floral print on it, a v-neck and short fluttery sleeves. The material of it was very soft with a sheer outer layer and lining. It took me two takes to figure out how to zip the dress behind my back.

We moved on to the shoes, which were white sandals with a low heel. Next came makeup. I had no idea what I was doing, so after briefly filming me applying lipstick, Joan stepped in and applied a full face of makeup to me. After the wig, a simple necklace, and a bracelet, I was ready.

Looking in the mirror, I was unrecognizable. My small frame and lack of body hair definitely helped the look.

Ben and Drew hadn’t said much during the process. I felt quite self-conscious so I hadn’t really said much either. I could feel my face redden every time I remembered I was being filmed and I just hoped it wouldn’t show behind the makeup.


Joan then directed us outside to film the scene of Ben and Drew breaking into the house. I was pretty nervous about going outside dressed up as a woman, but I was told to be cameraman and I was largely unrecognizable in my disguise.

It was another warm spring day with a breeze. The wind swirled the dress around my legs and I nervously held the light material close to my side with one arm so as not to have a Marilyn Monroe moment.

The scene would start with the kidnappers pulling up to the front of the house in Ben’s car, getting out, and picking the front door lock. Joan had procured kidnappers outfits for both Ben and Drew. Simple black jumpsuits, like those of a plumber or handyman and black ball caps pulled low. Joan mentioned that during editing we would cut between the scenes of the kidnappers breaking in and me dressing up to build up the tension.

We filmed the outdoor scene pretty quickly and uneventfully. Several people walked by but none of them gave us a second glance.


It was now time for the kidnapping scene. I was getting more and more nervous as we walked back inside and the lump in my throat had grown even larger. Joan had grabbed the duffel bag on the dining table on the way up the stairs.

Joan explained the scene. I would be checking myself out in the mirror while the kidnappers snuck in the bedroom door. Ben would then grab my elbows behind my back and place a gloved hand over my mouth. Meanwhile Drew would brandish a prop pistol so that I would stay quiet.

They would then tie me up on screen. I was a bit nervous about this, but Joan said it was necessary. She stressed that it needed to look as realistic as possible.

We did a couple practice runs without the camera, the Ben holding my arms behind my back and hand gagging me.

“C’mon, you can do better than that. Look at those muscles!” Joan joked. “Try yanking his arms back while pulling his head back when you put your hand over his mouth.”

We reset and Joan begin filming. This time Ben used most if not all of his strength to pull my arms behind my back. I was partially lifted off the ground and felt my arms strain in their sockets. My elbows were tightly pinned together behind me.

I was honestly quite surprised by this and I am sure my face gave off a scared expression. I was about to let out an involuntary squeal but I immediately felt a heavy gloved hand cover my mouth, pulling my head backwards.

My entire back was now arched back and my head was facing directly up at the ceiling. Drew took this opportunity to stick the prop gun into my exposed neck below my jaw. The sudden jab of the muzzle made me twitch but there was nothing I could do.

In my nervousness I tried to swallow but I was stretched so far back that I couldn’t. I was on my tiptoes and I could feel the dress swaying lightly around my legs.

I had never felt so helpless in my life. But we were just getting started.

“Don’t move and we won’t hurt you.” Drew said menacingly. “And don’t make a sound.”

I nodded fearfully.

“Cut! That was perfect!”

Ben let me down and removed his hand from my mouth. Joan then said that I would need to be tied up to be transported back to the kidnappers’ hideout.

I was growing a bit apprehensive about the whole idea of me being physically restrained during the filming. But I guess this was supposed to be a damsel in distress film and Joan had stressed that she wanted this to be as realistic as possible.

Joan began pulling bundles of tan rope out of the duffel bag. She handed one each to Ben and Drew. I felt a lump in my throat. There was a lot of rope in the bag.

“Ok, I’m going to show you guys how to tie him up. We need to properly tie him up because it has to show that his character is completely helpless.”

Joan firmly pulled my wrists behind my back and continued: “so tying limbs are really simple. You just loop the rope a bunch of times then cinch it in the middle. It doesn’t have to be fancy.”

Joan had done a demonstration on my wrists while she had talked, and now my hands were secured tightly behind my back. The rope was a bit rough, and there was zero give to it. I realized that if tied properly (as Joan had just done) there was no way I would be able to get out on my own.

“Drew, you tie his legs together at the ankles and right above the knees. At the same time, Ben, you tie his elbows and wrists together. Got it?”

Ben and Drew grunted affirmatively.

“Great, let’s practice it a bit.” Joan then untied my wrists and watched as Ben and Drew gave a go at looping rope around my arms and legs. I watched Drew struggle to keep the hem of my dress out of the way as he tied my knees together. Every time Ben would practice tying my elbows, my shoulders were forced back, emphasizing my chest. The tying and untying process happened maybe a half dozen times. The ropes were rough and scratchy but it was an almost calming feeling being forced to be immobile.

“Tighter” Joan said on several occasions.

The bra I was wearing gave the dress some shape and I stole glances at the full length mirror in the corner - it was confusingly arousing to see the feminine form being overpowered while recognizing that it was myself, a man, who was ultimately helpless.

Standing there in a dress, makeup, and wig while being bound hand and foot by my friends was a surreal experience. I never would have expected anything like this to happen to me.



Once we were ready to shoot, Joan told Ben and Drew to just tie me up while she moved around with the camera, zooming in on parts and making it more cinematic. My body was jerked left and right as the boys worked on my knots. Ben had been instructed to tie my elbows together first, which were almost touching behind my back. I didn’t think I was that flexible, but the way Joan had taught Ben to tie the knot had allowed my elbows to basically be ratcheted closer and closer. It was uncomfortable but not especially painful.

Once my elbows were tied, my wrists hung limply behind me. There was not really anything I could do but let Ben secure my wrists together.

At the same time, Drew cinched my ankles and knees together, just above the strap of my heels and at the hem of my dress.

I was now completely helpless and immobile. I could wriggle and sway back and forth but there was really nothing I could do to free myself. Luckily my heels were not stilettos, or I would not have been able to stay upright as easily.

Joan called cut, then went back to the duffel to pull out some white cotton cloth.

“Okay this looks great. Now he needs a gag. All you need to do is stuff this into his mouth and pull this between his teeth and tie it off. You got that?”

I was going to protest but thinking it through, there was no logical reason for me to not be gagged. I couldn’t think of a damsel in history that hadn’t been gagged.

Joan handed Ben the two pieces of cloth and began filming. I opened my mouth obediently and Ben shoved a bundled up cloth into my mouth. He then tied the second cloth hard in between my teeth to hold the first piece in place.

I hadn’t been saying much before this point but now I wouldn’t be able to even if I wanted to.

I then saw Joan pull out another length of white cloth from the duffel bag and fold it into a long rectangular strip.

“Ok now we are going to blindfold him. He can’t know where you are taking him. I hate how movies always leave this part out.”

The blindfold was pulled over my eyes and tied behind my head. Being in complete darkness, my feelings of helplessness multiplied. I instantly felt the disorientation and I wobbled a bit on my tied heels.


I heard Joan go on. “So to transport him, you guys are going to wrap him in a rug so as not to arouse suspicion outside. We can use the rug in the living room. Let’s take him downstairs.”

I felt myself being lifted, with one pair of arms around my bound elbows and another below my bent knees. I was carried downstairs (I assumed Joan was filming this and hoped my dress did not expose too much of me) and laid flat on the carpet. It was luckily quite fluffy as it was a high pile.

I could then feel Ben and Drew roll me into the rug. I spun three full rotations, and by the end of it the rug’s heavy material meant I couldn’t even wriggle. I was completely immobile.

Sound was pretty muffled as I was encased head to toe in the heavy rug, but I heard Joan’s voice directing Ben and Drew to carry me outside and put me into the trunk of Ben’s car.

A wave of apprehension overcame me, as I realized I was completely helpless and probably wouldn’t even be able to call out for help once in the trunk. Not with the cleave gag anyhow. But there was absolutely nothing I could do at this point.

Luckily Ben and Drew didn’t drop me on the way to his car. I heard the trunk spring open and I was lowered into the trunk. Ben and Drew forced the rug (with me inside it) to fold a bit as the carpet was longer the width of the trunk. Then I heard the trunk slam.

I really hoped I wouldn’t be trapped in the trunk as we drove to the next filming location. Much to my relief I heard the trunk reopen. However, my relief was short-lived as I heard Joan speak into the end of the rolled-up rug.

“We’re just gonna drive up the street to this empty house which will be the kidnappers hideout. It’ll only be like two minutes. Just hang tight!” There was really nothing I could do other than accept my current situation.

I heard three doors slam and the engine start up. We drove for several minutes, making a few turns and finally pulled to a stop. I was pretty warm from being tied up and wrapped in the rug, so the rush of fresh air as they opened the trunk was welcome relief.


I head Joan resume the filming as I was carried into the house (not sure how they got in). I felt myself being carried down a set of stairs into what I presume was a basement.

My rug was laid out and I was unrolled and picked up onto my feet. The basement air was cool but stale.

Joan called cut. “Ok so now he’s gonna be kept down here while Mrs. Cabrera returns home to discover that her husband is missing.”

There was a pause, then Joan continued. “Oh shoot we forgot to shoot that scene. Let’s go back and film it real quick. It’ll make editing way quicker.”

“Should we untie J while we do that?” Ben asked.

“It’ll just be a few minutes. Not worth the extra time it takes to untie and re-tie him. Let’s just leave him here so you don’t have to carry him up and down the stairs again.”

I was a bit nervous but couldn’t make my thoughts known. I reminded myself it would only take a few minutes anyway.

Ben and Drew then laid me sideways on the cold basement floor so that I wouldn’t fall over and hurt myself. I felt the skirt of my dress being fixed to cover my exposed thighs. The others then departed and I was left alone in the silence of the basement of the abandoned house.



I was left alone bound, gagged, and blindfolded in the basement for what I estimated to be one hour. I was quite nervous as I was completely helpless and wasn’t technically allowed to be in that house at all. I was worried that someone might come by and find me like this. The basement was deathly quiet so every small creak of the house settling put me on edge.

I did not struggle and just laid there and reflected on my situation. The more I thought about it and pictured what I must look like dressed as a woman, bound, gagged, and blindfolded, the more aroused I got.

The group returned for the climax and finale of the filming, which would basically be a shootout in the abandoned house. I would find out later that they had filmed more plot development stuff back at Joan’s house and how her character found clues left behind by the kidnappers that would lead her to this abandoned house.

“Sorry this took so long! We are really close to wrapping this up though!” Joan called down as the three of them came down the basement steps. I was helped to my feet by Ben and Drew. Joan then explained the final scene.

I would basically be helpless again, tied to a post in the basement, while the kidnappers have a shootout and fistfight with my character’s CIA agent wife.

“Let’s get him tied to this post.” The boys shuffled me so that my back was against a vertical metal post. The post was maybe 6 inches in diameter and cold to the touch.

“Oh shoot I guess we could have untied his arms while we were gone. We’re going to have to tie them again behind to post.”

I rolled my eyes beneath my blindfold and let out a groan through my gag as my arms were released. They were stiff and sore from being tied for hours and it felt nice to move them around to get the blood flowing again.

My relief was short-lived as my arms were pulled behind the pole and my elbows and wrists were tied again with the scratchy rope. The pole was now between my body and my arms, effectively preventing me from hopping away (not that I would know where to escape to).

The blindfold knot behind my head was bulky and pushed my head slightly forward. I felt it being untied and re-tied behind the pole, forcing my head upright and restricting my head from moving too much.

I heard other lengths of rope being prepared as Joan directed the boys to tie my torso and legs to the pole.

“This is crazy!” Drew said as more loops of rope were being wrapped around my already immobile body.

“Finally a convincing damsel in distress!” Joan rebutted, clearly happy with her work.

Ropes now secured my chest above and below my bra, my waist, and my knees and ankles to the pole. I could not think of any way I could be more restrained. I couldn’t help picturing myself and feelings of arousal kept building beyond my control.

Joan then decided to film the final standoff, which would happen in the basement. Basically I would be a human shield for the last kidnapper before Mrs. Cabrera kills him. We would film the action sequences leading up to this point later as I would need to be cameraman (and couldn’t do the job fully tied up).

Joan directed Ben to stand behind me with a prop knife to my throat. Drew would be on camera. She said the scene would show her coming down the basement stairs with her gun drawn then pan over to Ben and me.

We started filming, and I heard the click of Joan’s shoes as she came down the basement steps.

“Wait, cut!” Joan called.

“What is it?” Ben asked.

“Oh god, is that what I think it is?” I could hear Joan’s voice approaching me.

Suddenly I felt a light downward swipe on my crotch. I moaned as the innocuous touch had ignited a fleeting moment of pleasure. I realized I was fully erect. Joan must have noticed the bulge which had become too large for my panties to hide. I could feel my face reddening but there was nowhere for me to hide. I was an object on display and there was nothing I could do about it.

“Ok, let’s just give him a minute lol,” Joan said jokingly. Ben and Drew laughed. I felt extremely exposed, but there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

After what seemed like 20 minutes, I was still rock hard. I just couldn’t take my mind off my current situation no matter how hard I tried. As I was blindfolded and immobile, there wasn’t much I could do in the form of distracting myself.

“Could we just cover it with some rope or something?” Drew suggested.

“I guess we could, yeah. Hand me that piece of rope.”

I heard Joan unravelling the bundle of rope and felt her tie a loop around my waist. She then pulled the rope off to the side, under my hip and behind my back, just below my butt. Bringing it around the other side back to the front, she knotted it in the middle exactly where the bump in my dress was. I let out an involuntary moan as she finished tying the knot. The pressure from the knot and every tiny movement of my hips generated immense amounts of pleasure.

“Seems like our damsel is enjoying his - or her - captivity!” Joan joked and everyone started laughing. I tried to shake my head but the blindfold largely held my head in place.

With my bulge under control, we were able to finish the scene. Joan’s character ended up shooting the kidnapper to save me, like what happens at the end of the movie Taken.

I was then untied, a process which took a good 10 minutes as there was a lot of rope on me. We finished shooting the rest of the film and by that point it was dark out and everyone was exhausted. Me especially, as I had been tied up tightly for most of the day.

We got back to Joan’s house and I changed back into my own clothes. My limbs were stiff and red marks from the rope covered my exposed limbs. I just hoped they would disappear by the time I had class on Monday.

[G9Drox]

Very well written!
I also liked the unique approach of how Joan was in complete control by virtue of their procrastination.
Here’s hoping they got a good grade, heh.

[slackywacky]

Great story, with lots of details. And indeed, at least for a bondage story, a nice role reversal. Well done.

[KidnappedCowboy]

Great story!

Lesson to be learned...always read the script!

[gagged-cowboy]

I loved it. Very well-written and interesting story.