Sissy Trap Novels & Stories

The waitresses are dressed up in strappy leather harnesses, some with leather animal ears and matching fur tails-bunnies, foxes, and cats, mostly. I can not find Lucio and the others but then I spy a table emptying out close to the stage, and Dimitri drags me over before someone else can snag it. "Shouldn't we be looking for your friend?" I say. "We might be in her section. If not, I'll go find her." He must be pertaining to the girl of Zajac. I look around at the busty waitresses, and the bartenders who are wearing skin-tight leather bodysuits, unzipped to the navel.

“Oh fuck! Honey, this feels so good.” “This is torture.” Sophia mumbled as she squeezed her thighs together. “Oh baby doll! I am gonna cum!” Sophia shut her eyes. Her pussy was seriously begging for his attention. “Watch me cum baby doll!” He snapped causing her eyes to flare open. “I am cumming now!” Derrick grunted as cum poured out of his tip. It streamed down on his erected length. Sophia pinched the sofa trying to hold herself back from standing up. She wanted to suck his cum.

Deadly serious. Siena stepped forward, her heels clicking on the floor. "Listen Anyta, Everett is not as strong as he attempts to be. He still craves you. That anger he throws at you? It's all desire. We need you to take advantage of that. Trap him in it. Make him weak. And then, once you've done that, once you've tied him to you again, we'll decide what is to be done." Tears burned through my eyes, but I would not let them fall. My mind whirled in thoughts. The thought of going back to Everett in that way—of submitting my body to him when my heart hated him—made my stomach twist.

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She leaned in and took one into her mouth, mimicking what Daisy had done to her, wanting to give that same shattering pleasure. Daisy’s head fell back against the door with a soft thud, a groan tearing from her throat. “Fuck, Sienna… yes.” Emboldened, Sienna’s hands went to the button of Daisy’s shorts, popping it open and sliding the zipper down. She pushed them down over Daisy’s hips, revealing simple black cotton underwear. Sienna dropped to her knees right there on the floor, mirroring Daisy’s position from their first time. She looked up, her eyes meeting Daisy’s heavy-lidded gaze. “My turn to worship.”

Luna staggered to her feet, grabbing a fistful of my hair and slamming my head against the wall. A wave of searing pain hit me, nearly knocking me out. My vision blurred, but instinct took over as I gripped her wrist tightly. I lifted my head, exposing my collarbone. I deliberately curled my lips into a mocking smile and sneered. "If York finds out you came here to throw a tantrum, he won't let it slide. Locking me up was his way of protecting me. A man like him, broadcasting to the world that you're his girlfriend—do you really think that's a blessing?"

Late at night, on the bus, a hand slowly crept under my skirt as a man's warm breath brushed against my ear. As I was pressed against the glass door, I couldn't see what the man looked like. That only made my other senses more sensitive. All I could feel was his knee pressing against my thigh. "This is the first step of your addiction, Miss." … It was the height of summer. The air was suffocatingly humid, even at night, with the clammy feeling that typically comes right after rain.

Was it my fault? Did I end up like that because I was greedy? After Ms. Anderson left, the 502 girls lost interest and peeled off. The swap failed. Chloe snapped. "You losers are gonna study your whole lives just to make pennies. Five grand—your parents even see that in a month? Still stuck in some nowhere town? And that ride-or-die friendship stuff? Pathetic. You're all snakes." Smack. The crack rang through the office. Chloe grabbed her face, staring at me. "Mia, who do you think you are? You really just hit me?"

the supervisor’s smooth voice announced, “your pleasurable punishment begins now. You will be teased. You will be ridden. You will watch. But you will not cum. Hands are forbidden from touching your cock at any time. Any attempt will extend your denial.” Tyler’s wrists were cuffed more securely to the arms of the chair, his palms facing up and couldn't do anything. His cock strained desperately against the plastic cage, already leaking precum from watching Ryan’s torment and the earlier reward. Sophia, Tyler’s mom, approached him with a sultry smile. She was still flushed and glistening from Jake’s loads. She straddled Tyler’s lap facing him, her tight, wet pussy hovering just above his cage

I passed Polly in the hallway. She was pushing a handcart piled with ten or so boxes, arms trembling. Seeing me, she stopped and lowered her head to let me pass. "Distribution going okay?" I asked. "…So-so," her voice hoarse. I nodded and walked on. After a few steps, I glanced back. She was still there, hands on the cart, shoulders slumped. The snowlight outside cast pale shadows on her face—white, almost bloodless. The next day, my assistant mentioned casually while dropping off documents, "Mr. Bassett… the employees secretly created a group chat. They call it the 'Cherry Victims Alliance.'"