Media Impact Customs - Close To Teacher

Media Impact Customs - Close To Teacher

As I sat at my desk, my gaze kept drifting up to my teacher Sahrye's arms and ample cleavage pressing against her shirt. She caught me staring and snapped her fingers in front of my face, demanding my attention. Her stern glare momentarily broke my trance as I focused on the lecture at hand. Despite this, my mind constantly wandered back to her body. After class ended and I asked Sahrye for help with my studies, she reluctantly agreed. Sitting at her desk, I couldn't help but admire the way her shirt hugged her curves as she reviewed my work. When she noticed me staring once more, she grew impatient and ordered me to stand up. As I rose to my feet, I marveled at how tiny I felt compared to her towering figure. Sahrye took off her glasses, undid her hair, and slipped off her shirt, revealing a tight-fitting black sports bra that accentuated her ample cleavage. With one hand on her hip and the other holding my work, she gave me a stern look. "I've gone out of my way to help you with this," she said, pointing at my paperwork. "All you seem to be focused on is my body." Her words stung as I realized the truth behind them. Feeling ashamed, I backed up until I was pressed against the wall. Sahrye stepped forward, her breasts now inches from my face. She leaned in close and chuckled softly, her warm breath washing over me. "I think it's time you paid me back with some entertainment," she said with a sultry tone. Without warning, Sahrye reached down and grabbed my head, pushing it deep into her cleavage. "Breathe in," she ordered, "I want you to savor this." As I gasped for air inside her cleavage, she pulled back and laughed at my struggles. It was clear that she enjoyed watching my discomfort. Sahrye snapped her fingers once more, and this time, I shrunk down to the size of a small action figure. She stooped down and picked me up, studying my tiny form before placing me back on the desk. "Well, my little slave," she purred, running a finger along my now-tiny body. "I think it's time we had some fun." For the rest of the session, Sahrye put me through a series of humiliating tasks that pushed my limits. She crushed me between her fingers like a piece of fruit, squeezed me under her fingernails, and even used me as a foot stool while she stretched her legs out. Through it all, I couldn't deny the thrill of being at her mercy. As the session ended and Sahrye packed up her things, she leaned down towards me. "I think I'll take you home," she said, smirking. "You look like you could use some rest." With a flick of her finger, I flew up towards her chest, finding myself nestled between her plump breasts. "Good night, my little toy," she whispered softly, her warm breath sending shivers down my spine. With that, her eyes closed, and I drifted off into a deep slumber, feeling safe in her protective grasp.