Sissy Trap Novels & Stories

Without listening to her explanations, Shania slapped Kimberly across the face. "I always trusted you, Kimberly, and this is what you do to me? You're just a promiscuous bitch like your mother!" Kimberly was stunned by the slap. She shook her head. "It was a misunderstanding, Mrs. Xandor. It was really just a hug." "Just a hug? What more do you want to do? Sleep with him?" Shania slapped Kimberly again. "You're really low," Shelly sneered coldly. Just then, Simon walked out and saw Kimberly being hit.

] Then, on an ordinary late night, elaire finally uploaded a new video. The long-starved fans flooded in instantly, only to collectively suck in a sharp breath the second the video started. A few minutes later, the comment section was completely flooded. The visuals still carried the same unbearable tension, except this time, they felt even more dangerously suggestive than before... The man still wore the black lace blindfold, but beneath it sat a sleek leather gag, leaving only the constant motion of his throat on display. He sat alone in a chair, both wrists restrained behind the backrest with silver chains.

Several guards rushed in and struggled for a long time before pinning Caleb's father to the floor. Amid the chaos, Caleb ran to the influencer's camera and snatched the selfie stick. He sobbed at the screen. "Everyone, you saw it, right? He's a psychopath. He deliberately disguised bricks as a laptop to trick me. I plugged my USB into the wrong port and it short-circuited! "My thesis really is gone. This is murder by another name. Please help me get justice!"

Everyone leaned in, plagued by intrigue. “…a special trait has been selected.” The screen flashed brightly once more. “NEW TRAIT ACQUIRED: SEX APPEAL." The room went dead quiet. Everyone trying to suppress their laughter. He choked. “Excuse me—WHAT?” The doll’s stitched smile widened impossibly. “Trust me, it's necessary because apparently,” the system said cheerfully, “you don't know how to make a woman wet.” The room erupted into laughter, gasps, and whistles.

So, she sealed her lips. Adam kneeled before her legs and watched her with depraved eyes. The playful smirk left from his face and in place raw, unadulterated hunger takes place seeing the v line. Grabbing each side of her ankle he opened her legs wide revealing what goes down that v line and pushed her legs to her knees.

Everly has entered the room. "Sienna?" I hear Everly’s voice, scratchy and tinny through the hidden mics in the trap room. "Oh, you look so peaceful. All that dancing and celebrating must have worn you out, you little bitch." I move down the back staircase, my heart thumping like a drum against my ribs. I can hear her footsteps echoing in my ear, slow, deliberate clicks on the tiled floor. She is approaching the bed. On that bed, a pile of pillows and a brown wig have been arranged under the heavy duvet to look like a sleeping woman.

Susan asks, without a trace of jealousy showing on her face. "Well, for one thing, she has a bunch of sex toys." I explain. "She has restraints, dildos, a trapeze bar, that kind of stuff" I answer. "For real?" Susan asks, swiveling in her seat and swinging her left leg over my lap. "Tell me everything." She says excitedly, as I continue to caress her thigh. I describe what we did with the leather cuffs and the trapeze bar, while I slide my hand under Susan's skirt. She spreads her legs farther apart, while staring at me in disbelief.

Sydney "I'm Trapped, and there's nothing I can do about it," I lamented, my head in my hands. Mike was seething while Leah stroked my hair. "What a jerk!" Mike under his breath. "You don't have to do this, Sydney. Just quit your job and I'll take care of the money." I looked up at him and said, "No, you will do no such thing. You have already done more than enough. Without you both I would have been lost. I can't take money from you."