Her attraction to him fades, but she sees an opportunity

It was with no slight annoyance that she noticed how the tingling in her pussy was beginning to vanish, as her attraction to her teacher began to dim. As she registered her increasing dominance, her mind was beginning to turn him into a hand-out on two feet, as her fantasy started losing it's fascination with him as the untouchable authority figure on a pedestal. She didn't really want it to happen, and for a while she was fighting against losing her attraction, yet at the same time she was seeing the extended opportunities that his growing devotion could be offering.

However, she smiled through her thoughts, looking at him with gratitude in her eyes. "Well... I guess if you're absolutely sure that I wouldn't be a burden... It's just a shame that I have no one to help me with studying for your test before tomorrow..."

This time, she left a pause just long enough for Buddy's brain to quickly do the math, but not enough to let him interrupt her. "Oh god..." she suddenly almost blushed "I didn't mean to suggest... Sorry... I mean you obviously couldn't help me with that, since it's your own test and all... And anyway, I wouldn't even dream of taking more of your time than you're already offering. I just... I mean... Sorry. I don't know what I meant..."

Her eyes darted about, while her nostrils flared cutely as she seemed to lose herself in desperation "...and now I'm rambling."

Hannah really played the part of the nervous damsel in distress quite well. It was everything that Buddy wanted in a woman. Beauty, intelligence that he was sure she had, but also a supposed feeling of gratefulness and adoration. He could already picture her in an apron pulling dinner out of the oven in Stepford Wife fantasy world. When he caught himself with that mental image in his head, he actually **** it to linger, as he realized that he was just about to picture her in an even far more inappropriate scenario. Picturing her as his wife was bad enough, but picturing one of his students almost naked in a collar, crawling on all fours toward him, holding their own leash between her teeth, ready to surrender control to him, was an entirely different beast.

He couldn’t help but find her even cuter as she rambled and acted all innocent. He could’ve kissed her right then and there if she weren’t a student. He almost didn’t want to ogle her anymore. Buddy was too concerned of what would happen to such an naive and innocent flower such as Hannah.

Still reeling from the decreasing buzzing of pleasure she received from this situation - even after the short burst of excitement at his confession that he was single - Hannah still had to put on a pretend brave face over an equally pretend desperation. Of course, she had reason to despair, but instead, she increasingly saw new chances, opportunities which would require little work from herself, in seeing this attractive teacher as less of a white knight to inspire her fantasies, and as more of a pawn to do her bidding.