Alice The Streamer's Damsel.

I let out a sigh of relief as I closed the door to my dorm and pressed my back to it. I played with my dark brown curly hair and adjusted my glasses before stepping further into the dormitory, where I could hear my dormmate, Dylan huffing to himself.

I'm a short and curvy 20 year old None-binary with long curly brown hair and green eyes, my shoulders are broad, my hips are wide and my thighs are thick with a perky ass.

All in all, I looked somewhere between androgynous and feminine, just the way I liked it.

I was wearing my university uniform: a white long sleeved blouse with a black waistcoat, black tie, a black plaid pleated mini skirt and grey argyle stockings with a leather collar around my neck and black saddle shoes with a high heel.

"Dyl? Are you okay?" I call out as I step into the hallway that connected out rooms

Dylan, who was a year younger than me, was still mumbling to himself from his room when I reached his open doot and poked my head in.

He was sat at his computer desk, frowning as he scrolled through social media.

"Dyl?" I asked again and he almost jumped out of his chair in surprise.

"Oh! Alice! Sorry, I didn't hear you come in." Dylan mumbled as he looked at me with wide eyes and a blush.

"Are you okay? You're blushing." I comment: Dylan was the sort of guy who never blushed, so seeing him like this was weird.

"Uh yeah, yeah, I'm fine." he mumbled as he closed down the browser window he had been using and twisted his seat to look at me "you done with classes for the day?"

"Uh huh." I confirmed, placing one leg in front of the other and crossing my arms under my chest as I leaned against the doorframe "you about to stream?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah." He mumbled "but, uh, I, need a favour?"

I raised an eyebrow and tilted my head to one side in confusion.

"With what? Do you need me out of the dorm or something?" I asked

"No, I, uh,. It's better if I show you." Dylan stated and gestured for me to walk into the room.

The wooden block of my heels clacked against the floor of his room as I made my way over to his desk, where he had brought up the browser window.

'Streamer's Challenge: Damsel In Distress!' were the words on the screen, featuring a very pretty young lady in skimpy clothes all tied up and gagged underneath it.

"See, every month, this network I'm with issues a challenge for the streamers working with it." Dylan explained "it's supposed to help us attract more viewers, sometimes it's something tame like play a certain game and sometimes it's, well, this."

I nodded, frowning slightly as I bit my lip and read the terms and conditions: the Damsel had to be consenting, no extreme violence, no public indecency, the Streamer had to set up a tier list of donations that would result in certain things being done to the damsel.

Nothing about them having to be female though, or a girl, despite the wording of the title.

"And you want me to be your damsel?" I asked and Dylan nodded "okay."

"Really?" He asked "I'll happily go 50/50 with the payment from the stream with you."

"Sure, wouldn't be the first time a bunch of people have seen me tied up." I said "but I do have some conditions of my own: no taking off my clothes except for my knickers, other than that I'm game."

"Awesome! I was actually about to start up a stream right now if you're okay with taking part!" Dylan said

"Sure, I got nothing else to do today." I told him "You want me to change clothes or what?"

He lecherously looked me up and down before nodding his head.

"Actually, yeah, could you change your shirt and waistcoat for that white sweater you've got and replace the collar?" I nodded and quickly headed into my room to do as he asked, returning a short while later dressed how he wanted me to be "awesome, now can you just come here and sit on the table for a second? I just need to set everything up."

I did as he asked, sitting ontop of a table in his room and staying still as he pulled out a tripod and camera before setting it all up.

Then he quickly opened his wardrobe and pulled a small box that I knew contained bondage gear, which he opened and retrieved a coil of rope from.

"Do you want to be gagged as well?" Dylan asked

"Obviously. I'm not a damsel in distress if I can speak." I pointed out, feeling my cock twitch under my skirt at the thought of being tied up and helpless in front of dozens of people.

"Good point." Dylan chuckled nervously "are you ready?"

"Yeah." I placed my hands behind my back and opened my mouth expectantly.

Dylan pushed a big black ball-gag into my mouth and secured it around my head before tying my arms together, my wrists behind my back and my legs together at the ankle, shins and thighs.

"One more thing." Dylan mumbled, grabbing the hem of my skirt and pulling it up a little to expose the pale skin between my stockings and my skirt hem "there, perfect. Are you okay?"

"Hmm hmm." I nodded, blushing as I tested my restraints to find them nice and tight.

I was well and truly a damsel, though not exactly one in distress. Unless you counted not getting railed while like this distressing.

Dylan grinned as he patted my cheek.

"Thanks again, Alice." he told me before turning on his camera and setting up the stream "And now, we are live! Hello everyone! I'm Dylan The Menace and I welcome you to today's Damsel In Distress Stream!"

I glanced at his desktop, seeing a live feed of myself all nice and tied up atop the table and looking very cute too.

and judging from the responses filling up the chat, Dylan's audience definitely thought the same thing.

'Wow she's cute!'

'God I love a tied up lady in a mini skirt and thigh highs!'

I blushed as I pretended to struggle, moaning softly and fluttering my eyes at the camera as my skirt rode up slightly.

"Today, I'm taking part in the Streamer Damsel Challenge and I've managed to rope my dormmate Alice into helping me." Dylan explained, winking at me as he approached "you all probably know Alice as the cute British dormmate that sometimes runs their mouth off at me, but looks like they won't be doing much mouthing off today, eh?"

I gave a small, muffled yelp of surprise as Dylan lifted up the hem of my skirt to expose my black plaid knickers that were tied together at the sides by a piece of string, my cock visibly straining against them.

"And they have a little something extra under this cute little skirt." Dylan teased and I felt myself blush even more at being exposed to so many people.

"So, here's how this stream is going to go: I'll be streaming a game and do my best to get as far as possible within the three hours we have together-" My eyes widened and I looked at him in surprise: he hadn't mentioned I'd be like this for three whole hours! "-in the meantime there will be a donation tier up in the top right where you guys get to decide what's done to poor helpless Alice here. Don't worry, all the tiers are stuff they really like."

I glanced at Dylan's screen again and noticed the small table in the roo right corner, my blushing increasing as I saw the contents

$100: Alice's shirt is pulled up

$150: Alice's underwear is removed

$169: Alice sucks me off.

$200: Alice has a wireless butt-plug

$250: Alice is spanked

$300: I put Alice on my lap

$350: I jerk Alice off

$400: I grope Alice

$450: I finger Alice

$500: I fuck Alice.

I felt myself go completely red in the face as I read the last tier and felt my cock twitch and throb with excitement.

He wasn't wrong: these were things I liked, and if Dylan had his way, I'd be doing them in front of a lot of people for money.

Dylan looked at me and gave me a questioning thumbs up and I nodded, feeling excited and horny about the whole thing.

"So, with that in mind: let's get started!"