Showtime in class

I strut into first period English like I own the place. Ms. Lia has a particularly bitchy look on her face, but I smile when I see the shirt she’s wearing. I can only imagine what her morning was like! For now though, I’ll just enjoy the show from the back of the classroom.

“Ok class, we’ll be picking up our discussion from last time about how Frankenstein highlights the ideals of romanticism in literature. If you could turn to…” at which point I was suitably turned off from her discussion. I was definitely turned onto her tits though. That command really did a number on her, I wonder if she can tell how many people are staring at her. She definitely can, but she can’t do anything about it can she! Eventually I decide to make the show a bit better and take out my phone to bend her over, but I notice a little exclamation mark in the top of the screen. I click it and get a small notification.

Thank you for using Custom Girl! We LOVE what you’ve done so far, and are here with a small update! Currently, when a behavior change is made aware to the custom girl, their body simply takes over and enforces the behavior for them. Now you have many different options for new and creative ways to humiliate them! Want them to slap themselves if they misbehave? Go for it! They’re their own instructor with these new command features. Note these only take effect when the target is AWARE of the changes! We hope you enjoy this new level of customization we have to offer! :D

The Custom Girl Team

Damn, those succubi work fast I guess. I took a look through those options under the vocabular enforcement and was rather happy with what I saw.

Default: Selected: Mouth swaps banned words for white-listed words. Concerted attempts to sound out banned words do not finish or are redirected towards white-listed words.

Hands clamp over mouth before banned words can be finished. 1 gem

Hands twist nipples painfully if banned words are attempted. 1 gem

Hands slap face when banned words are attempted. 1 gem

Hands spank ass harshly when banned words are attempted. 1 gem

Ohhh shit. This is definitely worth the gem. I select the last option for the nipple twisting and it shows up as a sub-command under the vocabular restrictions. I decide that her twisting her nipples repeatedly might be too weird for the school, so I make only her aware of what’s going on. Not sure when this will trigger, but boy will it be fun.

I decide to save up the rest of my gems and **** the bending over hotkey to give myself, and the rest of the class, a bit more of a show. As Ms. Lia turns around to write on the whiteboard, I hit the screen and she folds over forwards, jutting out her ass towards the entire class. Her skirt stretches slightly as it forms to her ass, showing off the hump of each cheek and riding up her legs slightly. This is a really nice view, but compared to her breasts, or as she would put it her jugs, it is a little bit underwhelming having so little clarity. Perhaps this will be my next project for her. She pauses for a moment when she had settled into her pose, seemingly trying to stand back upright, but my finger was staying right on that button and my eyes glued right to her ass.

Seemingly giving up exerting control over her body, she restarts her sentence lower on the board so she could reach. Finishing, she turns around to ask the class some questions. As she does so, her tits dangle below her and shake as she comes to a stop, letting everyone stare down the plunging neckline. A blush crawls along her face and she yells out to a poor soul who didn’t look like he was paying attention to her. He was certainly paying attention, but not to the part of her she wanted. She berates him and crosses her arms under her boobs, seemingly trying to hide them a bit but completely failing.

I look down to my phone and decide to make her aware of her bending over. Her eyes suddenly go wide and she bolts upright, sending a nice shockwave through her tits as she snaps to attention. As the blush creeps across her face, I decide to torment her a little more I make her drop her marker and bend over to pick it up. She repeatedly tries to stand up, but I keep her down there and let the view of her cleavage stay a little longer as she burns up in her face. When I finally let her pull herself back up she’s seemingly furious at the universe, and barks out at an innocence soul to get off his phone or he’ll stay the weekend at detention. I’m pretty sure that guy was snapping some pictures of her, but luckily she didn’t realize that or he’d be off to the chopping block. Feeling inspired, I drop her marker again and keep her bent low, and take a small memento of my dominance with a photo staring down her shirt into her push-up bra.

Eventually I get a little bored of staring at her cleavage, and take another look down at my phone to browse the app. I take a look at the high end of the options and dream of when I’ll be able to use them. Things like Grabs any cock within reach for 80 gems, which would be completely debilitating for any semblance of normal life. Of course, she can’t be fired so she’ll have a stable income and pension, so maybe a normal life isn’t what she needed. I couldn’t go too far and get her arrested though, I’ll need to look out for that. Maybe something will pop up eventually that could help there.

Finally, the bell rings and everyone begins to head off to their next class. Ms. Lia looks relieved to be able to sit down and hide for the next period, not having another class until after lunch. She takes a drink from her water bottle, and not willing to miss this opportunity I whip out my phone like a cowboy and watch her hand release. The full water bottle tumbles over her hand, with the open end stabbing right into her wide open tits, emptying all its content as a stunned look comes over my teacher’s face. She starts back on her office chair, and quickly reaches for her paper towels to start cleaning up. I watch her pat dry her shirt, which does a wonderful thing for her breasts as they compress upwards and briefly create an even deeper valley in her neckline.

“Hey. Dave. Come over here.” She catches my gaze, and as I approach the last of the other students are leaving, some taking a few looks back to peek at the bitch’s nipples poking through her top. “Don’t think I notice you.” She stares daggers at my eyes as she says this.

“Notice me doing what? I was just surprised by what happened.” And here comes my poker face again. They say practice makes perfect, so maybe at the end of this week I’ll win the championship. Probably not though, I’m struggling to hold myself in even more than yesterday.

“Don’t play dumb. I saw you staring at my ches-OUCH!” Her face goes from a menacing glare to that of shock as the hands that were holding towels to her chest reach out and sharply twist her nipples. Her nips were hard as a rock now, suffering a chilling dunk from the bottle and now harsh **** by her traitorous hands.

“I’m sorry, what Ms. Lia?” My face was definely in a shit eating grin by now. This was too good.

“You know exactly what I mean! You were openly gawking at my breas-AH!” another harsh pinch and a twist from her hands. She looks down and stares at her hands, giving her fingers a few twitches to ensure they were still hers. She crosses her hands behind her back and continues to yell at me, at least partially aware of what this pose is doing for her modesty. Her breasts thrust forwards towards me, her shirt clinging to the curves as her nipples pierce through the thin fabric.

“You were staring at my breas-OH!” her hands swing around from her back quickly and punish her again for her misstep. Seeming to admit defeat, she crosses her arms under her wet jugs and continues.

“You were staring at my…tits.” She seems relieved to finally speak without consequence, although embarrass she has just called her breasts “tits” to a student.

“Excuse me, your tits?” I egg her on.

“Yes my tits. I know how you were staring and I don’t appreciate it.” As she says attempts to casually pass off her language choice, her hand edges towards her nipples. Hm. I should keep this going.

“Out of everything to call them, why tits?”

“I don’t need a reason, I’m you’re teacher and if I want to call my tits..” she pauses as a hand gives a nipple a tight grip, but continues. “If I want to call my ti-OW!” Interesting, I guess the command wants her to mix up her vocabulary a bit to keep things fun. I’m definitely smiling like an idiot right now, but I don’t care at all. “I can call my-jugs…whatever I want in this classroom.” She finally lands on. I wonder how long it’ll take her to learn her lesson on her new slang. They say immediate punishment is a good teacher, so she’ll probably learn rather quickly.

“Anyways! I’m not just gonna let you stare at my ju-“ a hand reaches up to her tit. “My ti- my milkers!” She finally lands on after some thought, utterly humiliated as a crimson blush spreads across her face. “See me after school tomorrow for detention, and if you don’t learn your lesson you’ll be spending much more of your free time here!”

I’m secretly ecstatic. Tomorrow I’ll have more gems, and I can buy even more tools to humiliate her with. “Of course Ms. Lia, I’m sorry.” I do my best to hang my head low as I head out the door, but I’ve never looked forwards to detention more in my life.