One of my favorite games is creating little Sissy Traps for unsuspecting clients seeking humiliation.
A lot of cross-dressers and sissies are fine going outside so long as they can keep moving. That way any embarrassment they feel becomes fleeting moments that they continually move away from.
Certain sissies crave humiliation, though; and I'll happily put them through their high heeled paces, dominating them and dressing them as I please. Playing games with them. But the real fun happens if they are courageous enough to enter a Sissy Trap......The shame is, despite all the talk, few are actually brave enough to face that fear.
A Sissy Trap is when you immobilise a sissy in public so that she can't escape being seen. The constant exposure becomes unbearable with no escape and nowhere to hide.
Some of the examples I've used recently are:
The tram (alternatively the train, bus, ferry......). The sissy is made to sit and ride public transport for a set period of time. Not getting off at any stops, as more and more people get on and off around her. All catch a good look at her. A few will move on, but most will be amused or curious. And all the sissy can do is remain seated, under the spotlight.......A fun amendment to this is having the sissy bring along some bananas so she can practice her technique in public.
The fast food restaurant (alternatively any restaurant). The sissy visits the establishment during a busy period (lunch, for example) and is permitted to order her meal. She finds a prominent table and must sit for a set period of time. This is typically more busy than the tram, with tables nearby becoming crowded, customers queuing, and others brushing by to use the restroom. She is permanently on show......And even when the rush slows down, she is highlighted by the empty tables around her. A couple of amendments here have been fun. The sissy orders extra drinks but is not permitted to go the toilet. The sissy orders plain food, but must take with her a serving of her own cum to be used as dressing.Tasty!
The swimming pool (alternatively the beach). The last time I did this I sent the sissy to a public swimming pool for two hours. But there was no hiding in the water. This leisure facility had a hot tub and a water-slide. So she had to swim a length of the pool, relatively concealed.....But then walk and queue for the water-slide in the open, in her pretty, flowery swimsuit (bikini's are fun for this game, too)......And then walk again for all to see to the hot-tub for a five minute soak....Then back out and walk to the pool for her next length.....And so on.....
The elevator. This is my most recent Sissy Trap. In this instance a sissy found herself trapped on the elevator of a busy shopping mall. She was not permitted off. Up and down she went with a variety of shoppers boarding and disembarking, trying to stifle their giggles. She remained on that elevator for two hours, constantly facing different patrons of the mall. Some even saw her several times......Maybe they needed to use the elevator.....Maybe they just wanted another laugh at my sissy's expense.
Here's an extract from the report she sent:
When you said I must visit a shopping mall I didn't think it would be so bad. I've been once before for you, so I expected a pleasant walk around the shops with your encouragement.....Some teasing about clothes....Occasional glances but nothing I couldn't handle. But then you told me to remain in the elevator. I wasn't sure why, but this new twist put me a little on edge. Especially because I've shared with you how much I want to experience public humiliation. I had no idea what was going to happen next.....
After about ten minutes riding the elevator, it dawned one me.....You were going to keep me here! With newcomers boarding every thirty seconds or so as the elevator shuttled between the underground car park, the shopping levels and the above ground car park. I was already getting wet at the constant humiliation, and didn't know how long I could hold out.
About an hour in an interesting thing started to happen. Even though every new face brought a fresh round of stifled laughter, giggles, bemused nods.......I was becoming desensitized. I had managed not to cum, even though it was sometimes a fight to resist my horniness. But I accepted my shame and position in life.....Your play-thing.
But then a group of older teenage girls boarded. And they were not shy about making fun of me in their deliberately loud conversations. I must have seemed so pathetic to them. Perhaps they did not yet understand the breadth of the gender spectrum, and the variety of gender kinks in life. Perhaps they were just unkind bitches.....
And then the very worst.....A group of young men. It was after lunch now and several had obviously had a drink. They were very open in their laughter and loud in their mocking of me. Now I felt so pathetic, understanding that I am not a real man.....Nothing but a sissy.....Powerless against their attitude, I felt cum dribble out into my panties. I wanted to stop it, but couldn't. I was so ashamed and so uncomfortable, failing to make eye contact, my head bowed......
The rest of the time my humiliation returned, and I was so relieved when you finally permitted me to leave, two hours after entering the elevator. You told me later it was a Sissy Trap....It was such wonderful delight. Torment and pleasure. Your teases didn't help......
I hated it, but loved every second. What an amazing mix of feelings you conjured. I can't wait to play again.
A sissy must dress as she's told, of course. And if I want to make the Sissy Trap more fun, I'll enjoy making her wear an eye-catching dress, or a short skirt and cute top........Sometimes it is fun just to put her in a trap slightly feminized.....Make up, a blouse, a handbag, heels and nail polish.....Just enough to catch attention......Constant attention.......Constant amusement.....
I even have a Sissy Trap on my website. My Caught! gallery is a game of exposure and blackmail, which I'll share more about next time.
If you think you have the nerve to get caught in a Sissy Trap, contact me via email at brianna.games@writeme.com or shoot me a DM on twitter (@MistressB_xx).
Mistress Brianna xx