Fetish Machine Femme - My classmate accidentally shrunken himself so i punish him with my Feet and big Ass

My Petite Plaything: A Tale of Unwarranted Shrinkage and Humiliation

It was supposed to be a simple evening of studying with my classmate, but little did we know that it would lead to an accidental shrinkage and a night of humiliation. As we worked on our homework in my room, my curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to show him my new invention - a shrinking device that could reduce objects to tiny, playful sizes.

The Accidental Shrinkage

As he examined the device, he became fascinated by its intricate workings, and before I knew it, his fingers were on the controls. Suddenly, there was a loud beep, and he began to shrink before my very eyes! Panic set in as he shrank to the size of a Barbie doll, his once towering figure now barely visible to the naked eye. It was both terrifying and thrilling at the same time.

I tried to reverse the process, but nothing seemed to be working. My heart raced with fear for him, but also with excitement at the thought of having a tiny, helpless plaything to torment. After all, who could resist the allure of such a vulnerable creature?

Punishing My Minuscule Mate

With a devious grin, I picked him up between my thumb and forefinger, taking in his shrunken form. His pleas for help fell on deaf ears as I carried him to my closet, where I kept my collection of high-heeled sandals. I chose a pair of black flip-flops, my favorite, and placed them in front of him.

"Clean my flip-flops, you pathetic excuse for a human," I commanded, my voice echoing through the room. He hesitated, unsure of what to do, but eventually began scrubbing them with his tiny hands. It was both amusing and arousing to watch him struggle with such a menial task.

Next, I took him to my bathroom and sat him down on the edge of the bathtub. "Worship my bare feet," I ordered, and to my amusement, he did as he was told. His hot breath caressing my toes sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but wonder what other perverse tasks I could make him perform.

The Reckoning

Satisfied with his humiliation so far, I decided it was time to teach him a lesson. I picked him up and placed him on the cold tile floor, his body trembling from the sudden chill. As I straddled him, my heart raced with anticipation. "You should have listened to me earlier," I whispered, squeezing his shrunken form in between my thighs.

And with that, I began to ride him, my bare ass grinding against his exposed chest. He tried to squirm away, but there was nowhere for him to go. Each time I felt myself approaching climax, I leaned forward, my weight bearing down on him, making him struggle for air. It was exhilarating, knowing that I held his fate in my hands – or rather, in my thighs.

Final Thoughts

As the night drew to a close, I finally reversed the shrinking device, and my classmate returned to his normal size. He left my house shaken but humbled, never to question my authority again. For me, it was a taste of power and control that left me craving more. The thrill of reducing someone to such a tiny, powerless state was intoxicating, and I couldn't wait to find my next plaything.

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