Media Impact Customs - Sahrye Shrinks You For Being Late CL

Media Impact Customs - Sahrye Shrinks You For Being Late CL

Description: As the buzz of excitement filled the studio, Sahrye stepped onto the stage, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She was dressed in a tight-fitting outfit that revealed just enough cleavage to make your heart race and her ass cheeks clench together enticingly. Today's shoot was different from usual; it was all about the shrinking fetish. Sahrye walked up to you, her lips curled into a smirk as she reached down and stroked her booty. "You know," she purred, "I've been waiting for someone like you to be late." Her eyes gleamed with anticipation as she bent down and grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to her. The feeling of her warm breath on your cheek sent shivers down your spine as she whispered, "I think it's time for you to pay the price for being tardy." Suddenly, everything started to spin around you, and the next thing you knew, you were staring up at her towering figure. "Oh my God," you muttered, feeling small and vulnerable beneath her. Sahrye chuckled darkly, her cleavage rising and falling with each breath. "Don't worry, baby," she cooed, kneeling down so that she was looming over you. "I'll make sure to take care of you." And with that, she reached her hand down towards your head. As her fingers brushed against your skin, you felt yourself start to shrink rapidly. Your clothes tightened around you, and soon enough, you were nothing more than a tiny spec in front of her. Sahrye grinned wickedly as she leaned down and picked you up between two fingers, examining her handiwork. "Oh yes," she breathed, "that's what I call a fitting punishment." She then reached over and picked up your shrunken clothing, holding them up for you to see. "Now," she purred, her voice low and seductive, "it's time for some serious booty worship." She bent down and placed your tiny form on her palm, positioning you so that you were facing her perky ass. "Go on," she ordered, her eyes glinting with amusement. "You know what to do." And so, you did as you were told, crawling up to her ass cheeks and beginning to worship them with your tiny tongue. Sahrye moaned softly, her fingers gently stroking through your hair. "Mmm, that's it," she murmured, "show me how much you love my booty." As you paid homage to her perfect behind, Sahrye couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. Seeing you like this, so small and vulnerable yet still devoted to her, was a rush unlike any other. She watched with glee as your tongue danced across her skin, leaving tiny trails of wetness in its wake. And when she was ready, Sahrye gently picked you up between two fingers and brought you closer to her face. "There, there," she cooed, her lips brushing against your forehead. "It's almost over, I promise." She then leaned down and blew softly on your shrunken form, causing you to grow rapidly back to your normal size. As you stood there, barely able to believe what had just happened, Sahrye smirked at you. "There you go," she said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "Now, do you remember why it's important to be on time?" You shakily nodded your head, unable to take your eyes off of her perfect ass. "Yes, Sahrye," you whispered, already planning how you could make it up to her next time. "I won't be late again."