Journal Entry 14

Journal Entry 14: October 19th

Something happened today in class that made me feel so embarrassed and violated. I was passing out tests when I noticed Mark's hand raised in the back of the class. As I walked over to him, he pointed to a question on the paper and said that he needed me to explain it to him. I leaned over his desk to take a closer look at the problem, and that's when I felt it.

Mark had somehow managed to position himself so that he could see down my blouse. I was wearing a low-cut dress that day, and he was able to get a clear view of my cleavage. I didn't even realize what was happening until it was too late. When I looked up, he was smirking at me, clearly enjoying the view.

I was so embarrassed and angry, but at the same time, I felt paralyzed. I didn't know what to do or say. I just stood there frozen, feeling like a piece of meat. It was so violating and dehumanizing. I wanted to yell at him or slap him, but I just couldn't find the words.

After quickly answering his question, I tried to stand back up, but Mark didn't seem to want me to leave just yet. He pretended to have another question, and as I leaned over his desk again, I felt his gaze on me once more. I could tell that he was enjoying the view.

It was like he was trying to assert some kind of dominance over me, to remind me of his power. I felt trapped and humiliated, like I was just an object to him. I wanted to tell him to stop, to remind him that he was just a student and I was his teacher. But in that moment, I felt powerless and unable to speak.

That was when Mark reached out and brushed a finger over the top of my cleavage. It was such a small movement, but it sent a shiver down my spine. I was frozen in place, unable to move or speak. I couldn't believe what was happening - this was so far beyond anything I had ever experienced before.

I tried to ignore it and focused on the test, but a few minutes later, it happened again. This time, his fingers lingered a little longer, tracing a line down my chest. I was mortified and completely frozen, not knowing how to react. And then, without warning, he reached into my dress, cupping my breasts in his hands.

It was shocking and humiliating, but I couldn't do anything to stop him. He knew that, too. He was staring at me the whole time, his eyes daring me to make a noise or draw attention to what was happening. I felt completely trapped and helpless.

Worst of all, a small part of me wanted him to keep going.

He didn't stop there, though. Mark reached his hand into my dress and slowly began to play with my breasts, cupping them and caressing them in a way that made me shiver. I felt exposed and ****, and yet at the same time, a strange heat was building inside me. It was like his touch was electrifying, and I couldn't help but feel a wave of desire wash over me.

He didn't seem to care that we were in the middle of a classroom full of students. In fact, I could see a smirk playing across his lips as he continued to tease me. His fingers worked in small, circular motions, pinching and tugging at my nipples until they hardened beneath his touch. It was like he was daring me to give in, to let out a moan or a gasp that would betray our secret. To be caught, all it would take was for one student to turn around and see my tits exposed.

My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was certain that the other students must be able to hear it. But when I glanced around the room, everyone seemed to be completely absorbed in their own work. It was like we were in our own little world, just Mark and me.

At last, Mark withdrew his hand and leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. I was left feeling breathless and shaken, unsure of what had just happened. Part of me wanted to slap him, to tell him that what he had done was completely unacceptable.

I knew what Mark was doing was wrong, but I couldn't help but feel a strange attraction to him. Maybe it was the power he had over me, or the way he was able to make me feel things I had never felt before. Whatever it was, I was conflicted. I wanted him to stop, but at the same time, I didn't want him to.

But then, I heard a noise, and I realized that one of the other students had finished the test and was getting up to turn it in. I quickly pulled away from Mark and straightened my dress, trying to compose myself. I could feel my face turning red with embarrassment, and I knew that the other student had noticed something was wrong.

As soon as class was over, I rushed out of the room, trying to get away from Mark and the feelings he had awakened in me. I didn't know what to do, or how to process what had just happened. I felt violated, yet strangely aroused. It was a confusing mix of emotions, and I didn't know how to make sense of it. All I knew was that things with Mark had gone too far, and I had to put a stop to it before it was too late.