SIDE STORY - Corrupting Cooper

'What's wrong with you, Olivia? Don't do this!'

The teacher screamed inside her head as she felt herself clean her face and stare at it in the mirror. Her eyes were bloodshot and red, her face still flushed and clearly mistaken for a fever. The face she looked at in the mirror was that she longed to see again. The futile fight against aging with skin cremes and makeup finally seemed to be lost, and all she could see was her face at 26, fresh from College and at the brink of her teaching career.

When she had to make a choice. A fork in the road where she took the path to where she was now.

That same confused and experimental young woman, the one who had decided against continuing down another path so long ago, was again staring her in the face.

"Your husband is an old man, while I've given you the chance to be young again."

Her breath hitched. The transformed brunette gagged, wanting to vomit from the anxiety of the memory; the dampness of her panties appeared again after they had dried. Her brain recognized Kevin Scott's voice as he taunted her again with those words.

It defied all logic and all explanations.

Yet, it was true. She was young again. She was that same woman who would've been unrecognizable to almost anyone in her teaching career had they known her past choices.

So many questions and feelings of anxiety, but only one stood out above the others:

How did Kevin do it?

Richard Cooper, her husband, whom she had met all those years ago when she looked like this, was in his 60s - as Olivia knew she was, but now they had a 45-year difference between them. He had been there through it all, raising two daughters – one was now physically older than her. She had gone home and acted as if nothing was amiss as if she hadn't changed at all. If anyone would've noticed something wrong, it should've been him.

He had noticed it then when they met.

Her husband, of over 30 years, smiled and spoke as if not knowing what had happened to her; asking only if she had fun at her "teacher's meetings" was dumbfounding internally to Mrs. Cooper.

He couldn't see it.

How could he – out of everyone in the world - not notice how different she was?

It was how he noticed her back then when she was this young in the first place.

If he couldn't know, could anyone? Was it all in her head? Some form of hypnotism?

Wiping her sweaty brow, the re-confirmation of youthful, flushed skin reinforced her situation. The voice broke from her subconscious,

'Go to the office. You're sick. You need to leave.'

She had managed to go to the bathroom and straighten herself up. For the first time in her decades of teaching, a student had crushed her barriers and defenses. The knowledge of what had just transpired made her stomach twist with nausea, but it also made Kevin's initial order to her make more sense than ever.

She wasn't well.

She needed to leave.

She needed to get as far away from Kevin as possible before he could do something else to her.

The now less-disheveled teacher grabbed her things and briskly made her way to the office and past the spunky young secretary who still read the morning announcements. Briefly, she wondered if someone older had ever been in that seat, but it was all a blur. She found Principal Ferguson, the middle-aged man who had taken his role in the last decade, leaving the office and facing her as she approached,

"Oh, Mrs. Cooper."

"Hello, Olivia!"

He wasn't alone. A young and familiar voice greeted the struggling, longtime educator off-guard. The sweating, flustered biology teacher found the younger, sunnier smile of the English department's Kimberely Littlewood greeting her face - wearing a freshly minted Eastlake coaching track jacket.

A Cheerleader Coach's Jacket.

The irony of running into the young colleague at that moment. Olivia Cooper provided the teacher's orientation to Eastlake and envied the earnest youth of her colleague to others only a month ago. An attractive young woman holding her own among High Schoolers was a shared experience. Kimberly was far more naïve due to her good nature and upbringing. She had done her best to hide that. Yet, something was different about the brunette's colleague besides the jacket.

Olivia's insides twisted, and her throat ran dry. Her body was **** to leave work faster than her brain could process. Her eyes darted as she was fixated on the same track jacket on her colleague that matched the one in her daughters' closets.

"H-Hello, um, I'm sorry. Am I interrupting?"

"No, no! Not at all!" the male administrator replied with a smile and held out a hand with some relief,

"Miss Littlewood has decided to step up for our cheerleaders in the absence of Senora Peralez's sudden Leave of Absence."

The other colleague's name caused more sweat and her pussy to flare a fresh hot flash of warmth,

"P-Peralez?"

A memory flashed before the teacher's mind as Olivia remembered the moment entering Kevin Scott's home. The heat threatened to melt her from the desire to have him inside her again. The overriding desire. Then, led by the young male that had overwhelmed her senses to a bedroom where the Latina Cheer Coach and Spanish teacher was already there. The brunette beauty stumbled and became further dizzied as memories flashed of being led by a leash, the blown whistle, and the hours of training.

A voice echoed deep inside.

Cheerleaders. Cheerleaders were fun.

Her daughters were cheerleaders. Happy, fun cheerleaders.

Now, Littlewood would lead cheerleaders. Sweet, young Kimmy…

Her eyes snapped to her colleague as her voice gasped, and the feeling of her arms grabbed her shoulders to catch her.

"Olivia? You don't look well!" the English teacher worriedly noted as she held the biology teacher steady by the arms,

"Are you alright?"

A delicate and cold hand reached to feel the melting, burning heat that couldn't be held back as Mrs. Cooper shook her head,

"Y-Yes, I-I mean, No. No!"

The shaken biology teacher hitched her breath, the feeling of the stained panties beginning to wedge into her ass from the tension,

"I'm sorry. I really, really don't feel well. Something isn't right, and just – I-I think I should take another day."

"That's not a bad idea," Littlewood's soft hand and colder skin rubbed against her sweat-ridden forehead,

"You're running a fever! Maybe the nurse could…."

"No!"

She broke away from her concerned colleague and smiled, heaving anxious breaths with a heavy weight in her breasts,

"I just need to go home…I need to leave. That's all."

Her boss concurred. Ferguson already had enough stress from the past week and online conference call as it was,

"Of course, Mrs. Cooper. Everyone is still worried about the effects of the gas leak last week. The last thing we need is for more bad PR. Take all the time you need."

Olivia nodded and sighed in relief,

"Th-Thank you. Good day."

The teacher rushed from the office and out the door as fast as she could, leaving all the eyes on her. She raced for the parking lot and fumbled with her keys at her car door, before she finally got inside and started the sedan engine.

A heavy sigh of relief exhaled from the teacher's chest as she rubbed at the crotch of her pants while driving with her free hand. The throbbing from below hadn't stopped; the word hooked to her brain as it attempted to breach through again. It overtook her as a wave of pleasured relief washed over her, accomplishing her escape.

However, her body and mind yearned for it.

'Cock. Cock. Cock.'

Kevin's Cock.

Her slender fingers went under her waistband and traced the dried cum around her pussy. A feeling of emptiness continued to build inside out.

How long had it been since she felt like that with anyone?

As torturous and humiliating as the experience that morning was, she couldn't deny how **** her body was to feel that pleasure again.

Richard had never made her feel like that. Even on their wildest nights, nothing came close. None of her partners in her youth had either, some came close before anxiety pushed her from going down another path, but an eighteen-year-old had fucked her silly. Olivia knew she had not achieved such pleasure or expected to again. What would she have done if Kevin Scott had appeared to her then? Before she was Olivia Cooper? Instead of being the Eastlake Biology Teacher, and was the woman looking back in her rearview mirror?

A road not fully taken for a beautiful brunette who earned attention in the right and wrong ways.

Yet, it also wasn't the first time Kevin had given her such unbelievable, primal pleasure, either.

The memories flashed in her head again as more came back to her, mixing with what she thought were hallucinations of the gas leak.

She remembered the events of her class, how she whipped and targeted Jessica Edwards for ridicule in her class. The sheer rush and enjoyment of knocking that spoiled popular brat that had replaced her youngest daughter as Captain of the Cheerleading Squad. Then ordering Kevin to demonstrate proper dominance and submission to her by having him fuck her. The first time he fucked her with that powerful, magnificent cock. Claiming her.

Olivia's foot slammed the brakes at the stop sign as she paled.

It wasn't a gas leak, Kevin reminded her. That was impossible. It had to be impossible! None of that was real! She reached a hand to clutch her forehead for a moment,

"Oh god. I didn't…."

She hadn't just allowed a student to fuck her. Kevin fucked her in front of Jessica. Those two despised one another. Kevin hated Jessica and vice versa. Their behavior in her classes was a nuisance and annoyance to no end.

Visions of Jessica Edwards, insulted, spanked, and dressed as a maid blended together with the orders given to her.

Her hands shook. Someone knew what she had done - what Kevin made her do, what she wanted to do….

'Calm down, Olivia. Calm. Center.'

Her hands clenched tightly on the steering wheel as she looked at the street names at the intersection. One more, and she could turn right toward home. Her body and brain would generally hit the turn signal as the car approached the intersection.

Instead, she went straight toward the main road.

She wasn't going home.

'Why didn't I turn?'

What was she going to do when she got home? Her mind asked back. The teacher was too stressed to go home. All that waited for her was the deep, saddening scrub down to try and erase what had happened. With more realizations and memories, going home right away was a recipe for panic and a nervous breakdown.

She needed to do something to help her feel better. The biology teacher looked at herself in the rearview mirror and down at her outfit. Her clothes were messy from what had happened, but more than that, they were out of date.

Olivia Cooper was young and attractive again; her breasts no longer sagged, she had a nice round ass. Maybe a new outfit would make her feel better, she realized. It would feel better.

Just like she experimented when she was younger.

She didn't want to go to the mall dressed as she was, and the boutique stores on the main street would raise questions. It would be to go and see where the road took her and trust her gut. She was able to think for herself after all. Just relax and go with the flow; she'd stop worrying about what was happening in the moment. An escape from the madness around her and get her life back together.

This would be a good start, Olivia reinforced to herself.

A pleasurable chill ran down her spine as she continued to drive. Something about this was exciting for the brunette. When was the last time she felt this adventurous? Keep going.

Eventually, as she reached the outskirts of town, she saw a familiar building, black and hidden behind an old parking lot with a bright, highlighter green beetle parked out front.

'Strange,' Olivia thought as she stepped out.

The building looked rather unassuming with its tinted windows and black exterior, a walkway to the door, and a neighboring building with a red door attached to the left and below.

'Why have I never seen this place before?'

The transformed teacher fought internally with herself as she opened the door and walked inside to the sound of EDM and a neon arch in the doorway. She froze as she looked at the erotic plastic mannequins on the walls, a wall of exotic dildos behind the register, in front of her an extensive series of black wire racks that appeared to be pet supplies at first, and then a series of clothing racks and section that was marked women's and men's.

A knot tied in her throat as she realized where she was.

A sex shop.

The one Kevin told her to go.

'Just turn around and leave, Olivia. Don't think, go! Now!'

Mrs. Cooper began to sweat as her eyes darted around until something glinted in the corner of her eye. As she put her handle on the door handle, she paused to get a better look; she couldn't see it. The voice in her head told her to not bother with it, just go, but she was drawn to it. Hesitantly, she slowly released the door and walked around the rack to see what it was.

A large silver-studded, black leather collar with a large silver metal hoop ring attached to the front.

"Having trouble finding anything, hon?"

A slim woman in her mid-thirties, with short black hair with blue and pink spikes, a flat chest behind a black cloth halter top with nasal and lip piercings, smelling of a smoke break, and a face obscenely painted in dark makeup walked over to Mrs. Cooper and delivering a fright.

"N-No! No…I….”

"Relax, honey. I didn't mean to scare you, but we're here to make your life much more comfortable if you catch my drift. Your secret desires remain a secret. Go ahead and tell me what's caught your eye?"

"U-Um…."

Olivia's cheeks became flushed as she had her eyes locked back on the collar, and the store employee caught on,

"Ah. For you or someone else?"

"For owner-No! I-I mean, no! Not….”

The woman smiled slyly,

"Ah, say no more honey. I'm sure they'll approve."

Before Olivia could lodge a protest, the collar was placed in her hands, and a pleasurable shudder ran through her again as the sensation of touch took over. Her eyes closed as she smiled and ran a hand over it.

The metal, the lovely feeling of the leather against her fingers and skin.

"If you want more to go with that, intimates will be on the first right, footwear on the left, and anything else in the back."

"Th-Thank you…."

The employee smirked and playfully whispered and spanked the woman,

"Don't worry, I can tell what you like, hon. It's okay to ask for help. Until then, enjoy yourself, slut."

"Oh!"

She jumped out of the skin, nearly freaking out at the outrageous behavior of the staff, but the embarrassment quashed the outrage. Olivia gave the girl the impression she was into such things. The word stuck in her brain.

Slut. She was called a slut.

Kevin had called her a slut. He brought her naked into a room with Peralez, and they shared in doing their best to pleasure him. Olivia shuddered with pleasure as she felt how naked the skin around her neck was without a collar. The feeling of being led around, the tugging at her neck, the way she looked up at her student, feeling that power he had over her and her colleague. Over them both.

She hadn't just cheated on Richard with a student. She had cheated on him with another teacher.

'Oh god. I am a slut….'

A submissive slut who obeyed orders….

Olivia shook her head and tried to snap herself of what she was doing. Yet, try as she might, that voice continued to echo and remind her she was a submissive slut. Her eyes locked onto the collar, still tightly held in both hands, as her body began to feel hot.

Would her husband enjoy this side of her?

It wouldn't have been the first time, right?

Richard wasn't afraid to let her try things when she was younger. She was much more confident then, wasn't she?

She enjoyed teasing and toying then? They had more fun then, hadn't they?

What if she just humored the idea of this ridiculous fantasy to regain her confidence and show it to her husband? Just once. Like when they started dating. Find something that fits her, rebuild her confidence, and reclaim her sense of self. She had her body back in her prime, damnit! Why shouldn't she regain that same sense of her own sexuality and confidence from her twenties?

Why not experiment again?

'Get bold, Olivia. C'mon!'

The first thing to catch her eye was the top. A black leather halter top that barely escaped being a bra, with two cups and straps, while the front was attached to the back by four horizontal straps. She could've been drawn to anything else, and yet, for some reason, it called to her.

Quickly, she pulled it from the rack, unsure of what would go with it.

"Are you all right, hon?"

"Y-Yes!"

The biology teacher moved away from the rack and turned to find the skimpiest of unmentionables behind her in packs and sizes.

She then noticed a bin with black fabric and pinched at the contents inside with some hesitation.

Thongs.

Olivia felt her face heat up again. She felt the indecency of the memory when she discovered her daughters had bought pairs and put them in the laundry for the first time. What she saw as the corrupting influence of society and cheer camps when they were teenagers. Their defiance and the stress they caused.

Because she had worn something like this before when she was this age, hadn't she? That's why their pairs terrified her into scolding them.

She swore that they'd never learn about that side of her. They couldn't make the same mistakes she made!

Now, she was holding one again, but this time, it was different.

Olivia remembered more of the fabric in her fingers.

She had worn one last week and remembered the feeling of the leather, how tiny it was, how it wedged between her ass like nothing at all was there.

The teacher gulped as she looked at it. It was cloth fabric on the front and the straps, with a leather triangle in the back. Her heart raced in excitement as she clutched it but didn't put it back.

That could've been enough. That should've been enough, she thought. She didn't need to keep going or tempt fate.

Then she saw the sale on matching boots and gloves. They were less shoes than leather thigh-high stockings with heels and long arm-length gloves made of the same leather/faux leather material.

As if fate had intervened, the teacher felt her brain fog over.

They were in her size.

'Okay. Just that. Nothing else.'

She hurriedly walked to the register counter and placed her selections down. The female employee smiling, impressed,

"Excellent choices, young lady. They all match."

Olivia felt her face crack a small smile at the face and words of approval,

"Thank you."

Finally finished, she didn't even bother to look up at the bill, simply running her card and taking the bag when handed to her.

"Don't be afraid to return to me for more, sweetie."

"Um…I don't think that's…."

"Everyone loves to explore, dear. Don't feel ashamed. It's naughty, but you'll find it liberating, and he'll find you too hard to refuse. Go get 'em."

The teacher smiled and found herself winking back playfully at the store clerk. The moment she left through the door and walked to her car in the lot, Olivia felt a wave of relief.

Retail therapy felt terrific - even if she'd gone to a sex shop of all places!

An obliviousness fell over Olivia Cooper as she looked down at the tight fitness clothes she had seemingly worn all weekend, almost as if the stained cum on her back and her pussy were never there, to begin with.

Of course, it was, as she realized her right hand had once again moved to finger her pussy with her middle and ring fingers. The feeling of emptiness that had hounded her nightmares and weekend slowly crept back into the rearview.

The sooner she could get home and wash away the whole damned affair, the better. The voices inside her head were all in agreement that it was time to head home and let go. Unfortunately, for how pleasant it was, it was all by design. The teacher's brain rewarded her for doing an excellent job by doing something so kinky.

After another twenty to thirty-minute drive, the dark-haired brunette parked in the driveway of her neat, cozy home. A spacious one-story house that made up for the lack of a second story by being more spread out than most. It was a family neighborhood, but with Richard at work and her daughters out of the house, coming home early meant a little time to herself.

She brought the bags with her latest purchases through the front door, walking through her family room, kitchen, hallway, and the main bedroom and bathroom. Finally, she could relax with a long hot shower.

Little by little did the teacher let her guard down for the thoughts to creep into her head again. The whispers and voices were free to swim under the surface as she stripped herself down. She turned back and looked at her younger self in the mirror.

'Give us a little tease, Mrs. Cooper.'

Okay, so when he was much younger than now, her husband enjoyed being married to a schoolteacher. There were games, and he heard the stories, so she indulged in a bit of role-play back then.

"You're a naughty boy," she giggled aloud, biting her lip and stripping down to give her reflection a show,

"Take notes, or you'll get detention."

God. How long had it been since she was this confident in her own body? As she chuckled, she allowed the hot water of the shower faucet to wash over her and through her long hair. Her mind began to wander as she felt the crusting white cum stains on her skin begin to chip as she scrubbed away at them. The soapy loofa against the lips of her pussy as they reacted with heightened sensitivity.

How long had it been since it was shaved bare like it was? She couldn't even recall if it was shaved or waxed.

"Mmph!"

Olivia couldn't help but begin to twist and pinch her nipples painfully, picturing the feeling of electrical tape being taken off or clamps being removed.

'You've always had such great tits, Liv.'

Of course, she had great tits. She fed two healthy girls and weened them on these puppies, Cooper reminded her inner dialogue pridefully. She flicked and slapped her areolas again for added effect, making her moan in delight.

She remembered the moments that had produced her two children with her husband and how she would let herself go and unwind. When she wanted sex, she got sex, and Richard was more than happy to see her wild side as much as her refined side.

Life had **** her to wind such a massive cork up her ass that letting it go was all too fun to picture. In her deepest fantasies was the 'Bad Girl Olive' that she imagined as a reserved, bookish teenager in high school and tried to experiment with in College. Nearly losing herself to it.

Olivia buried many things from her early twenties. Things she did that no one knew or would believe Mrs. Cooper capable of having done, but those desires and fantasies never left.

The movies with sexualized female empowerment she would go to alone in her younger years. It got her to buy her first and only leather jacket. She couldn't believe how much it cost even back then. That was just a drop in a larger pool of reckless decisions.

In her shame, she kept secret her guilty pleasure movies, **** of the Pink Panther, Exit to Eden, and scolded Angelina Jolie's character when taking Emily to see Mr. and Mrs. Smith – even though she had chills at her outfit.

Richard wasn't the type to be into such things. He barely had the energy for it, especially now.

'Maybe that's why I was drawn to it,' the teacher pondered, knowing the bag was just outside the bathroom walls.

Her mind and feelings encouraged it with anticipated excitement. She was alone, she had a great body, and the opportunity to release all those pent-up anxieties, frustrations, and desires was just outside that door.

'C'mon, Mrs. Cooper. After so long, don't you want to have the chance to see how much a Bad Girl Olivia can really be?'

The woman began to feel horny at the very thought and spanked herself for the naughty thoughts as she finished washing her long dark hair. She shut off the water and let it drip from her skin as she reached for the towel and wrapped one around her hair and one snuggly around her body.

Even as the mirror half-fogged revealed, in her prime, she was as desirable as any of those vain, egotistical young women in her classroom taking selfies before and after class. If not, more so.

She sighed,

"All right, Olivia, you're a woman of science. This is an experiment to prove a hypothesis, nothing else. We don't like it; we just return this stuff to that store, and if we do, then we'll know."

Even as she convinced herself to see what she would look like as pictured in her younger fantasies, the transformed teacher failed to see the danger in her actions. And it would be only too late when she realized it.

The now-26-year-old removed the towel on her head and began to blow dry and fluffy out her hair and curls until it would part around her face on both sides. She dried her body and let the tight, snuggly towel drop to the floor. Next, her hand pulled out from the door and retrieved the bag from outside. She expeditiously removed all the tags, not considering the idea that she would, in fact, return them and having lost the reminder in the moment. Then, the transformed teacher began to dress herself in her new ensemble.

First came the thong that she pinched both thin straps and let snap tightly against her skin, the leather in the back perfectly fit, framed between both of her ass cheeks. She rubbed the front as the sensitive flesh of her pussy shuddered in approval of its new covering.

Next came the long, thigh-high boots that settled just beneath her ass and gave her another few inches from the natural 5'6 height she started with. Following that, the teacher pulled the halter top over her body, nestling her breasts behind each tight leather cup and then straightening the straps around her torso and back.

Then, she began applying makeup to her face: blush for her cheeks, liberal amounts of dark eyeliner for her eyes, and a pale pink shade of lipstick to show the fullness of her plump lips and eyebrows matched. Olivia followed that up by placing the tight gloves over her arms and letting them past her elbows, which clung like a second skin.

Finally, the most crucial piece of all was as she stared directly at her neck and collar bone in the mirror, the metal studded leather wrapped around it and firmly locked, fastened in place. The large metal ring shone in the lights of the bathroom above.

Olivia, her look complete, moved from the bathroom to gaze at herself in the mirrors of the bedroom.

The voice of her desires had only one word as her eyes gazed into the mirror,

'Perfect.'

The transformed teacher's eyes rolled back from the pleasurable shudders the initial sight of the hot piece of ass that looked back at her from the mirror. At that moment, endless fantasies and ideas were made into reality. The urge to let her imagination and desire run wild as a horny young woman could make Mrs. Cooper want to try even more.

"Is that a chemical reaction, or are you just happy to see me?"

No, that didn't fit. She taught biology anyway, not chemistry.

'You can do better than that.'

Olivia turned and modeled her ass to the mirror, smacking it as she ran her gloves down her boots, then whipped her hair back as she looked at the woman in the mirror again,

"I'm making a zygote later, I want to make you my donor."

'Better, but not good enough.'

The transformed teacher frowned and put her arms behind her head, thrusting out her chest while her hip jutted out to the side,

"The only biology you need to study is mine."

A sultry grin formed on her face as the voice in her head gave its approval as her arousal grew, and pushed her to keep going.

'Better! Now work it, Olivia!'

She imagined her classroom and strutted herself from one end of the room to the other between the lab tables. Her utter confidence in her body and outfit as she fluffed her hair with both hands accentuated her walk. She glanced up at her reflection in each nearby mirror as she passed them.

It was as if a door had opened to her past, and the other road became clear. It all came back to her. The feelings and emotions of those moments in her younger years. All the boys and men before Richard Cooper. The Bad Girl she knew was waiting inside.

Then, she imagined what that life would be like as she moved. Her imagination grew more and more as the arousal in her body made her feel hotter and hotter. Her lover was watching her and speaking to her. This was all for nothing without a man to desire her, want her, ravish her.

She imagined the heel pressing down on a man's crotch that looked at her adoringly, but not with enough in the drawer that she was looking for. She'd put anyone in her place, but the presence she imagined took the form of a predatory shadow.

Oh, it was both exciting and terrifying, an aroused emotion as she pictured that object attached to the dark form.

"Yes, God, yes!"

It pounded into her as she fell backward on the bed, and her imagination felt its hands on her breasts, and she dove both hands over her thong. He was going to fuck her! She was excited to be fucked like an animal by that magnificent member!

"Fuck, yes! _Yes, yes, Kevin! Mr. Scott, please! Fuck your pet with your amazing cock! I want…_want….”

The woman immediately removed her hands, tossed her hair out of her face, and shot up from her position on the bed. Her heart raced, and she immediately looked at her trembling hands,

'Why did I say that? Why did I say his name instead of Richard?'

The transformed teacher had been so engrossed in her young fantasy that she had assumed her feelings would be toward her husband. She even decided halfway through to remain in this outfit as a surprise. She just felt so good, so right wearing what she had bought, and the reason she bought it in the first place was….

“Kevin…Kevin told me to….”

The shock and realization combined as Olivia Cooper as she let her ass fall on the bed while her face remained staring at the mirror.

She had done everything Kevin had told her to do. When she came out picturing the reaction and role-playing the person's response to her, it wasn't Richard, her husband.

It was Kevin. Her owner.

"I…need Cock."

Not just any cock. His Cock. Her owner's cock.

Her vision then wandered as her mind continued to spiral out in multiple directions and chasms as the realization continued to wash over her. However, all Olivia could focus on was the collar affixed to her neck. She had no desire to remove it, and the object had drawn her most in the shop.

Why was the teacher so attracted and drawn to the collar around her neck instead of throwing it away?

Olivia realized the answer as she tugged at the metal ring in the front,

"I… I'm a…Pet….”

'Pet.'

Kevin called her 'Pet' before she followed him home, came to his house, and begged on all fours. The events of that night began to play in her head again. Nothing had been the same since that first fuck in her classroom. His cock was nothing she had ever experienced before. It had rewired her the moment she felt him cum inside her for the first time.

She watched her gloved hands tremble as she stood back up and walked to the mirror again. Her mind was beginning to rip away and remind her of the things she had planted into her head. The commands and control placed on her when she was changed by Kevin's power. One name began to repeat itself as she remembered.

Jessica Edwards.

Olivia Cooper had to toy with Jessica Edwards. She needed to put her in her place! The student represented her negative feelings towards her daughter's teenage years, her frustration with public school bureaucracy, her own past experiences, and even the idea of the blonde teenager's existence! She was always putting on a lovely face, but Olivia had seen enough pretty little blonde teen queens to know she was an arrogant, spoiled, bitchy, little brat.

God, the adrenaline, the excitement, the teacher felt herself moan at the rush as her hands ran through her hair. She remembered it half as a hallucination and half in her own mind. The day she had the crop and hand and unleashed it,

'Y-Yes, Mistress Cooper!'

Mistress Cooper. How delightful to the ears that name squeaked from Jessica's mouth in submissive embarrassment. Olivia remembered how she could feel Kevin's eyes on her. Throughout her discussions on the revised biological reproduction lesson, he looked at her with approval. All the while, the leather-clad brunette remembered the **** she unleashed on the blonde cheerleader and the primal delight it brought her.

'Oh…oh god. What have I done?'

Such humiliation of a student was liable for a firing offense, let alone a lawsuit with a girl from as rich a family as Edwards was. She had met Jessica's father before. His reputation also preceded him, as did other student body members who came and went during her time.

He was a senior by the time she became a teacher at Eastlake. She had heard the stories of the troubled loner bullied by classmates one too many times, but unlike his reputation, Theodore Edwards, in her interactions, was a charmer and left town only to come back the wealthiest man in town. The school board was terrified of him, and all it would take was one crying fit to her Daddy to have the man bury the district forever.

Yet Kevin was absolutely thrilled with her behavior.

Olivia's face froze as she realized to herself,

Kevin and Jessica.

The popular girl and the social outcast, both in her class and her orbit. By now, Olivia was well aware Kevin changed her, made her young again, made her dress sexy and provocative, and embraced feelings and primal urges she had never debased or allowed herself to experience. Somehow, he had done something.

That whole class, she realized none of her other students acted as if she was any different.

Except Jessica.

In fact, Kevin gave Mistress Cooper more approval. He was more responsive and pushed Olivia further the more she degraded the blonde girl. Kevin wanted Jessica to be punished, to be put in her place. Olivia moaned as she remembered how much she enjoyed putting that little bitch in her place! God, Jessica had so much coming to her!

Especially as the cheerleader miraculously avoided punishment in one of the more recent scandals in the school's history. A fight with Bradley Myers and Simon Harris.

Simon Harris.

Olivia's eyes widened again as another series of memories flashed. She gasped and began to breath faster.

Simon Harris. He was there. He was there at Kevin's house to see her in the teacher's humiliated state. He knew about Mrs. Cooper as well. The teacher's head began to hurt as she shut her eyes.

Jessica was with Simon. Simon, Kevin's friend. Another memory flashed as she felt her owner's hands roughly grip and mash her breasts, her back on top of the lab table,

"Does your boyfriend make you massage your tits for him, ****?"

"Miss Edwards, you will answer Mr. Scott's question, or you will have detention!"

"Y-Yes! M-Master enjoys playing with my tits. I love it when my Master's hands are on my breasts, Mistress Cooper."

Olivia's eyes widened as she remembered the sequence. She remembered the way her owner addressed her as a ****, referencing a boyfriend. Her voice spoke it aloud as she put the realization together,

“Jessica is…Simon’s ****…Simon’s Property…Jessica is Simon’s Property….”

She looked at herself in the mirror again, Kevin's voice banging against her brain,

"You aren't going to be equal. You are going to be owned!"

"Nothing more than property! You have no say in your treatment!"

The teacher moaned and whipped her hair back with both hands as she felt his cock, the way he whipped her with her own crop. Kevin showed her no mercy; the lesson was to show dominance, and he did so to the best of his ability. His words continued as she remembered how they were snapped at Jessica,

"This body is mine now, just like your body belongs to your Master! This is what you are! You are nothing! Lesser! You are meant to be bred and nothing more!"

Olivia moaned as she remembered how Kevin's cock pounded and pounded inside her on the table. Her mind broke and cracked with every thrust as she was **** to listen to his words at the blonde,

"Do you understand now, ****? I own her, as Simon owns you."

"Kevin owns me as Simon owns Jessica," Olivia gasped as she repeated the words to herself, pressing the sexualized outfit against her skin as she felt herself up and down.

"Kevin owns me. Kevin owns my body. I'm his property! I am the property of Kevin Scott! I'm meant to be bred by Kevin's Cock!"

She remembered getting up from the table, her outfit replaced by another as Kevin smirked darkly at her body up and down,

'You're a good fuck, Cooper. If you're lucky, you can be my personal sex-ed teacher from now on.'

"Personal sex-ed teacher?" the woman repeated to herself, confused.

'No! No, No, No! STOP!'

Olivia clenched her hands on her head and quickly averted her gaze from the woman in the mirror. She felt the gloves against her skin as she closed the blinds of her bedroom windows and shut the door, locking herself inside.

The transformed teacher wrapped her arms around herself,

"W-What's happening to me? W-Why am I letting this happen? Get a hold of yourself, Olivia! You aren't…you aren't a ****, you aren't a fucking **** to that perverted little…."

The whispering in her head wouldn't cease as the sexy brunette glanced at the mirror again,

"It's, it's not real. It's just more hallucinations! This, this is all a dream! You're not really doing this; it's just a mid-life crisis, you're not thinking straight. Just…just take a deep breath and remember," Mrs. Cooper continued to reason and babble with the excuses or possibilities.

After all, she taught science, and this wasn't scientifically possible! Unless she was having a breakdown of some kind. Just stay calm, she reassured. The woman emptied her mind, centered her thoughts, and remained with her eyes closed until she was sure that the young woman in the mirror would disappear.

Her eyes opened to reveal only the sexually pleasing young woman she was in her late twenties, still in the outfit she had bought for herself. Tears began to well in her eyes,

"Oh god. A student really **** himself on me in front of another classmate because I said so. So that means that I went to Kevin's…."

The realization slammed into the transformed teacher's brain as she remembered what had happened later that night. Her libido was out of control, desiring only one thing, unable to control the urge and stalking him back. Olivia's head was a whirlwind, but she knew the moment Kevin opened the door she would say and do what was on her mind,

"You-You told me…I was yours…you took me from my husband…fucked me…fucked me hard with that…that wonderful cock! All I can think of since then was…cock! That cock! Your cock! My husband is old...with an old cock...small...and yours is young, PRIMAL. I followed you home…I couldn't stop…compelled to follow…. You claimed me with that cock and your words! You dominated all of me! In front of Miss Edwards! You asserted your claim, I couldn't stop it, I knew when it happened, when I couldn't stop your cum inside of me! Dominance…cock…yes… you're my owner! My leader!"

"You own me, Mr. Scott! I'm your female now! Your bitch! You're my new Mate! Please, Fuck me! Fuck me like a good bitch again!"

Olivia felt her head tilt off to twitch as she stared back at her reflection again as she remembered the confession that night. Begging on the floor and ****, the young man's face was completely off guard by her actions. He hadn't expected it.

Those were her words. Those were her actions.

She acted on her own. The throbbing and aching of her pussy and the headaches for the last weekend from the withdrawal of being without that which her body could not live without. Jessica had sent her home to think of her actions, denying her the reason for her rebirth.

It was just as she had overheard Kevin declare before. Jessica was a **** herself, and when Olivia affirmed the blonde teenager's inferiority, she reacted. Somehow, the cheerleader used a power similar to Kevin's to send her home, realizing her everyday life had been ruined and put to an end.

Jessica Edwards was resentful, but she granted Olivia Cooper the gift of awareness of her actions.

She was different.

The woman stood up again and looked at the scantily clad sex doll that was reflected back at her again, narrowing her eyes and glaring at her.

"Why the hell did you go into work today?"

Olivia blinked and responded hesitantly,

"Because I needed to."

Mrs. Cooper snapped back at her,

"You didn't need to! You had every reason not to go! You could've called someone! Why?"

The reflection answered back,

"I needed cock."

That's right. She was an addict now, an addict for her student's Cock.

"Owner's cock…."

Olivia snapped as she felt herself speak in unison and shook her head. She clutched her head, feeling her thoughts fighting one another. Mrs. Cooper continued to deny,

"No, no! That's not possible! This…this isn't real! I can't be… can't be a…."

Olivia felt a laugh emerge, a seductive giggle as the woman's eyes narrowed with lust,

"A young hot breeding slut?"

Oh god, yes.

Olivia moaned and rubbed the front of her thong as the camel toe appeared. She loved the feeling of hearing that said. That voice inside her was so demanding, confident, and energetic.

Her head shook again as Mrs. Cooper's resistance spiked while her eyes remained shut,

"N-No…no. I-I'm Olivia Cooper, I'm married to Richard Cooper…mother to Haley and Emily Cooper. I'm a teacher! I'm not… I'm not a…a…."

She stomped her foot, the other voice growling perversely,

"Fucking Sexpet who loves my Owner's Cock! I’m…I’m….”

Her eyes opened, and she looked at the young woman in the mirror again, her arms crossed and wrapped underneath her tits, makeup still applied, but the same young woman that had looked back at her. Olivia froze and continued to stare as she felt the words from deep within her emotions, her desires, as they continued to clash with anxieties, lust, and contradicting thoughts.

She looked completely unsure of herself.

'Who am I?'

Olivia felt lost and confused, but then the voices agreed in unison. The brunette would state her innermost desires to this young leatherbound model and make it clear who she was.

She would say the truth in her core, once and for all. Then, this curse would be lifted, and she could choose her own life. Then Olivia could decide who she indeed was. The transformed teacher looked at herself straight in the eyes and then took a deep breath.

'Just tell the truth, don't think, just say it. That fucking perverted little bastard can't tell me what to do here.'

Olivia took several more deep breaths and allowed herself to speak. She would step toward the mirror with every statement of fact and feeling; only then would she feel fully confident.

"I am Olivia Cooper."

That's right. She was Olivia Cooper.

"I am a teacher, a molder of young minds."

That's right. Her job was to teach; she was responsible for those younger than her. She smiled and let a hand rub the front of her thigh-high boot as she let the following words slip,

"I am the property of Kevin Scott."

Her mind paused as she felt her eyes lower; arousal and anxiety increased in unison. The dark aura of the teenager smiled inside her mind as her body shuddered. Why would she say that? Did she mean to say that? Why would she say something like that so openly? It couldn't be true!

'Unless it was. You don't want to keep fighting what you know you are.'

That voice was tempting her in one ear while another fought back in the other,

'That's not true! Say something else, Olivia! Say the first thing you know to be true! Something….’

Olivia didn't understand. She continued to stare blankly ahead at herself in the mirror. That was her in the mirror, right? The very pretty and attractive young woman with sexy clothes and shiny collar? That was her, right?

What did she feel to be true? What did she know was true without having to think?

"Kevin Scott is my owner."

The voice in the other ear panicked and screamed at her again,

'Oh god, no! Stop!'

The other egged her on,

'Don't stop! Say it, Olivia! Embrace the new you!'

Olivia felt her heart rate palpitate while she froze, and a moan escaped her lips.

God, no.

Why was this feeling so good? She was property, but why was Kevin Scott her owner?

Her eyes widened as she remembered while the other voice continued to yell at her,

'Don't say anymore! Don't….'

'Say it, Olivia! Why is he your owner!'

"My body has been claimed by Kevin Scott's Cock."

Oh, that's right, Olivia remembered. She let out a moan and smiled as her eyes rolled back thinking about it,

'Cock. That cock.'

At that moment, she tried to center herself and remind herself of who she was, but the teacher could see it, taste it, smell it. The voice in her head crying for her to stop and think of the others was drowned out entirely by the cock.

'Cock. Cock. Cock.'

Olivia felt a seductive giggle escape her throat for only a second. She realized how silly her initial reaction was as she took another step forward, the emergency brakes inside her mind failing as her words continued at full speed, the pleasure and sexual urges of her younger body overwhelming her ability to reason,

"Kevin's cock has asserted its dominance over my pathetic pussy. I am his Mate."

Of course, mates and pets had no say over their owners or those that claimed them. Olivia was a science teacher; she knew humans were mammals.

'You're an animal, too, Olivia Cooper. Now let it out, you cock hungry bitch,' the compulsions taunted in the same place her mind's once anxiety-riddled voice had been whipped into submission.

Kevin had simply asserted his dominance over her. Primal instinct and the wiring of her brain recognized that, obviously. The woman was merely responding accordingly.

"I am the **** of my owner. I must not question him."

Her pussy throbbed behind the fabric of her thong again, causing her fingers and long nails to rub over it.

"The cock will fuck me if I do what I'm told."

It felt good to be fucked. She NEEDED to be fucked. Her body cried out for that youthful, big, merciless cock to bang into her.

Her eyes glanced back as she saw someone else in the room. An older woman who still held some of her old beauty, dressed conservatively, glasses over her failing eyes, her hair going grey,

"Olivia. Stop this! Stop before it's too late! Remember who you are! Your family, your husband, your daughters! This isn't you! Don't do this!"

Another voice spoke behind her,

"God, you're so strict and proper, you moralist hag! You're the reason we never have fun anymore. No wonder you've been walked all over!"

The transformed teacher turned again as she heard the whip crack in her mind. The young, black-haired, scantily clad under her lab coat, gripping the whip tightly with both hands.

Mistress Cooper grinned sadistically as she licked the white trail of cum from her lips,

"We haven't had this much fun in decades! Hell, half a century! Imagine how much better things would have been if you had just let us out more like Master Scott has? This is what we want!"

Mrs. Cooper shook her head in outrage,

"No! We were fine! Haley is almost done with College, and Emily is just starting her career in finance! We were going to retire soon with Richard! Our life has been good to us! We didn't need to be turned into this…this WHORE! Even with all our struggles, we would have the time to finally…."

"Time, Time, Time! Do you even fucking hear yourself? What time did you spend that you haven't regretted? Bookish little wreck who tried the bitch approach to lose your virginity. You remember, don't you? Bossing them around."

When Olivia turned her head from Mistress to Mrs., the old version of herself had turned into her 18-self, oversized glasses, a shirt that she had purposely tightened to show the ample cleavage as it was tucked into a long conservative wool skirt,

"That's not what happened, Kyle didn't take any notes and…."

Mistress Cooper cracked her whip,

"It was the scientific method, sweetie. You hypothesized that a cute boy like him would respond to a more authoritative figure. So, got his attention by griping his shaft to steer him in the right direction."

Mrs. Cooper paled, and she shrunk into herself as the glasses disappeared and her hair began to uncurl; a familiar white substance stained her face and sweater,

"Th-That was a mistake! It shouldn't have…."

"But it worked, didn't it? Too bad you pissed off his girlfriend. The cheerleader."

Olivia's eyes widened as the memory flashed,

"Ch-Cheerleader…."

Mistress Cooper looked at Mrs. Cooper again as she gripped Olivia's left ass cheek, "Oh yes, you remember Margaret Wembley. The locker room. They were always such; how did you put it then? Uppity Bitches?"

The teenage Mrs. Cooper growled back,

"They were nothing but trouble! They got themselves into trouble with their pernicious behavior!"

"Oh, yes, but at least they weren't stuck-up nerdy little girls in sweaters and curls. You enjoyed punishing Edwards, though. How much did you have to hold back on that girl all these years for all the other bitchy cheerleaders that have tormented your life?"

Olivia remained staring straight ahead as a thought entered her mind,

"B-But. Cheerleaders are fun. I like cheerleaders…Peralez was training me. I had a uniform…."

Mistress Cooper pat Olivia on the ass again,

"Oh, sweet baby. I know you do. Now, be a good little pet Kevin likes, and sit on the bed."

Mrs. Cooper looked on as she transformed into her middle-aged state again and stormed over, but Olivia did as she was told.

The leather lingerie-clad educator now looked at the mirror on all fours from the top of her mattress,

"Olivia. You're a proud woman. Don't demean yourself like this! You're talented, you're smart, determined. Remember how hard you worked to get through life and would do anything for those you care about! You help people."

Olivia's face continued to stare off as she repeated what she had heard,

"I work hard, do anything for those I care about…."

Mrs. Cooper smiled,

"Yes, Olivia. That's right! You're a kind person!"

Olivia's lips curled upward slightly,

"Be Kind…."

Mistress Cooper scoffed and smacked the young brunette on the ass again, causing the transformed teacher's face to return to a neutral but pleasurable tranced state.

"You shut up now, slut."

"Look at how natural it is for us. She wants this," Mistress Cooper purred as she stroked the top of Olivia's head.

The woman remained scantily clad in her uniform, on all fours, staring straight ahead, eyes empty as she continued to see and hear the representations of the voices in her head battle it out on either side of her.

"You're only delaying the inevitable, Mrs. Cooper. You're causing nothing but pain to ourselves, can't you see that? Everything will be better once you become part of us. Olivia will be your rebirth, my rebirth. Brand new. Besides, we both know this isn't your first rodeo. There's a reason we're this age again, right? MOLLY?"

Mrs. Cooper's eyes widened as the teacher's body transformed once more to that of a College Co-Ed in a wet t-shirt and bikini, the same age as Mistress Cooper and Olivia,

"N-No, I was…."

"Don't deny it, honey," the Dominatrix flirted with sadistic glee,

"Shedding the nerdy girl, experimenting, and having all that attention at last? The invites, the men, and you knew that. You never had to take on a full summer job because of 'MOLLY BECKER'S photo spreads, remember? How lucky were you that your future hubby found you leaving after her work that night?"

Olivia remained frozen, but the image of Mrs. Cooper changed again, tightly binding a trench coat closed to avoid exposing her body or embarrassment as her past came back against her, naked legs on heels peaked through,

"I…I didn't do it that long…I-I…."

"You were hot, and you knew it. You loved it. Margie had nothing on you after you hit 18. The boys knew it; that's what the hook-ups in your 20s were for. Richard just reminded you of who you were, not who you could be. Kevin reminds us of how vigorous we like it. What you were meant to be if you hadn't chosen to give it up. What you lost."

The teacher clenched and glared at her other mental counterpart,

"I know Richard is older now, but I still love him…."

Mistress Cooper scoffed, "Fine, love him, but you don't need that cuck. He's not the man you married. Where was he when you came home as the new you? The same you that he ran into all those years ago. Did he notice? Did he take your advances? Did he satisfy you? Did you break free of the hunger? You know the answer. We don't need that cuck who hasn't satisfied us in 20 years. We need a younger, more powerful mate. We need Kevin. Olivia knows it. We want Kevin, not an old cuck of a husband!"

Olivia's voice broke the argument as her voice droned out the words,

"My husband is an old cuck…."

Mrs. Cooper rushed to the woman on all fours as she tried to change back. The teacher entered her thirties, and her clothing began to change. She tried to reason with herself,

"Olivia, listen, others are counting on you, too. Haley and Emily! Your children! They need you to be there for them - they need someone responsible! To protect…."

Mistress Cooper cracked the whip again,

"Oh, please! I'm more disciplined than you have ever been! How many bad eggs did you let slip through your fingers? You suffocated those poor girls! Hayes and Em hated having you around because you always told them no! Because of what happened to you, you passed your cheerleader resentment to them when they fought back! You never encouraged them for that at all! Even when you showed up at school events, you were never there outside an official capacity! You were still afraid of being walked over. Besides, unlike you, Olivia loves cheerleaders!"

Olivia's brow raised as she spoke again on all fours,

“Cheerleaders…are fun…I like Cheerleaders…."

"Cheerleaders are fun" was an overriding effect on her mind. It affected both of the mental parts of her mind doing battle. Jessica's voice echoed unknowingly in Olivia's mind.

Her daughters were cheerleaders, and her daughters were fun. She needed to be fun.

"H-How…"

Mrs. Cooper looked down as she continued to change and disintegrate. Her age reverting back to her twenties,

"You don't get it. We're not in control of us. Olivia is. She's not even in control of herself. That's not possible for you anymore, Mrs. Cooper."

As the clothing changed over her, her hands slammed to prop herself up, the mental image of the teacher glared angrily at Mistress Cooper again,

"N-No…stop this! You bitch! Get out of our head!"

The Mistress smiled,

"Oh, please. How often have you been called a bitch in the last fifteen years? Maybe it'd be fun. Besides, haven't you ever considered the thought that our babies would like to spend time with Olivia? She's far, far more intimate than either of us. She enjoys the same things; she could be their BFF, we're the same age as them now! Haley is probably older than us! The three of us will all be mistaken for sisters! It's like she just said – we need to be fun!"

Mistress Cooper spanked Olivia on the ass with several taps as she whispered into the woman's ear,

"Wouldn't that be fun? Girls' nights with Haley and Ems? Going to parties? Talking about things comfortably without shame or embarrassment? Like sex with Kevin's Cock? Submitting to a Cock? Having a Cock worth losing your mind over!?! You could introduce Haley and Emily to it, of course!"

"Cock?" Olivia quivered in excitement,

The transformed woman's eyes widened as she spoke out, interrupting the duel in her mind again,

"I…I need cock!"

Mrs. Cooper collapsed onto her knees in front of Olivia's face. The teacher is now dressed and looks exactly the same as her physical self, but her hair remains restrained, and her glasses are still on. She clenched onto one tit to massage it and tried her best to resist touching herself.

She pleaded in desperation as her voice quivered to hold back from being overwhelmed.

"Olivia. Please…remember who's most important. Tell us who is most important to you! Don't lose yourself!"

The brunette staring ahead pouted,

“But…cock….”

“I know!"

Mrs. Cooper pleaded to herself in Olivia's ear as she allowed a moan and gasp to escape,

"I know, Olivia. But, you must not let it have them. Not Haley. Not Emily. Please, Olivia. Not them. Let it be me. You can let it be me as long as it isn't them."

The leather of her thigh highs stretched as the woman sat back up on her knees and looked at Mistress Cooper. The Dominatrix smiled as she cupped the vacant Olivia's chin,

"Don't listen to the Hag. They'd love this side of you. I'll prove it to you. Get up."

Olivia stood as Mrs. Cooper called out in distress,

"Olivia…."

The teacher, struggling with her own appearance and fighting against the other voice, growled as Olivia stood,

"I don't want Kevin to use Haley and Emily."

The woman's voice, speaking for herself, silenced the other two Coopers. The struggling teacher she once was smiling in relief. However, Mistress Cooper wasn't deterred, pinching her lips and playfully scolding,

"Oh, sweetie, that's cute. But you know if the owner wants them, the owner will have them. Don't you understand it doesn't matter what you want? You have a Master now."

Olivia blinked,

"I will always do what's best for my children."

Mrs. Cooper stood up through the **** inflicted on her with relief,

"Yes. Yes, you will! You're a mother! That's it, Olivia!"

The brunette's head bowed before the teacher managed to take a step forward,

"I know she wants you to think that way, sweetie, but you know the truth."

Mistress Cooper leered and flashed a quick, sadistic grin toward her counterpart on the other side of Olivia,

"Neither the Hag nor I are their mother now. You are. You're our second chance, Olive."

The young woman suddenly felt her eyes blink as she seemed confused as she approached the mirror,

"Second…chance?"

Mrs. Cooper, still struggling as she changed, her glasses stuck to her face, shook her head,

"No. No, Olivia. You can't think that way. You know better. You know what you're protecting them from. You take the scorn and the fights because you know you're doing the right thing for them. You don't want Emily or Haley to make the wrong choice, the choice we…."

The Mistress interjected as Olivia frowned at the words,

"The choice YOU had. The one you'll push them into as OUR daughters."

The Dominatrix then stood over her counterpart, pulling at her hair and dragging the transforming teacher in front of Olivia,

"Haven't you figured it out yet? Emily and Haley learned to think like you. To learn from proper examples. Not just from a good example but from bad ones. All this time, you never proved or set out to show them an example of why it's bad to be Naughty. Why would a Good Mother wonder why she has Naughty Daughters? You can figure out that hypothesis, can't you, Olivia?"

Continuing to stare straight ahead, and the words passing into her brain, the scantily-leather-clad woman spoke slowly,

"If…a good mother makes naughty daughters…a naughty mother…would make good daughters…."

Olivia looked at herself in the mirror again and smiled,

"I'm a naughty mother…"

Mrs. Cooper escaped her counterpart's clutches and rushed back to Olivia as she gasped and moaned out at the new effects of the mental admission,

"F-Fine…Fine! Be a naughty mother as long as it's what's best for them! As long as you fight! Don't give in! You have to fight Kevin! Fight whatever he's done!"

Again, the Mistress laughed,

"Fight? Mrs. Cooper! As a woman of science, have you ever considered the answers Olivia will find once you give this up? The power! The urges! Our own reason for rebirth! Olivia's reason to exist! Kevin can give us all that and more!"

The teacher shook her head and gasped,

"No! No! I…I…I can't! I won't let him have Haley or Emily! Our babies!"

"We can have more babies now! Don't you get it! Olivia can have more babies! His babies! As many as he wants with that…."

Mrs. Cooper snapped at Mistress Cooper before she could repeat the word,

"No! Olivia, please…you have to fight against Kevin. You can't let him do this. You….”

Olivia blinked and looked innocently confused by the idea of it.

Fight? Her Mate? She couldn't fight back. It wasn't her nature. Now, she was able to turn to the apparition of the educator, facing her for the first time,

"But I'm a submissive slut. Why would I fight him?"

Submissive Slut.

The voice said it to her again from outside the others. The one that told her cheerleaders were fun. The one that told her to be kind.

She was a Submissive Slut.

Olivia turned back to Mrs. Cooper, slightly confused, but stood from the bed and walked to the mirror. She looked at herself and spoke to both Mistress Cooper and Mrs. Cooper as if they were really there,

"Thank you, but…neither of you can stop what is true. Kevin is my owner. As my owner, he decides what is best for me. To keep those I care about safe, I must do what my owner tells me to do. I am his Mate. I must abide by his decisions and commands. So long as he is the dominant Mate, I cannot refuse his power. I am addicted to his cock, and I am his teacher slut. I am not an old woman. I am a hot, young, fertile beauty that must be bred. He's my student, he's a young man, he is my Master, he has needs. I exist to fulfill those needs."

Mistress Cooper collapsed on her knees as she ditched her lab coat to reveal the same new uniform of Olivia Cooper underneath. With a wide grin, she pumps her fingers and touches herself, orgasming with delight. The Dominatrix transforms and turns into the form of the physical woman in her bedroom.

"Oh yes! There we go! It feels so good to be back where we belong! Doesn't it, Mrs. Cooper? Ahhh!"

Mrs. Cooper collapsed onto the floor, hair messy, naked, and with the collar, Olivia and Mistress Cooper around her neck. The mental battle had lasted as long as it could, but it was a losing one. Even with every reason given, the brunette fox ended up in the same or worse position as her other self and the new one. She drooled and orgasmed, unable to control herself, tears and snot trailing from her eyes as she looked completely broken. The former version of Olivia Cooper could not stand up to power beyond her comprehension and control. She remained on her knees, unable to hold as she was fucked senseless by the remolding of Olivia's mind,

"Yes, Mistress Cooper! AH! F-Forgive me for doubting you! We-We must ensure Kevin's well-being! And take his cock! Oh fuck! COCK! COCK! FUCK!"

"Fuck it feels so good, your lesson is over, Mrs. Cooper! You passed! Olivia has it from here! SO GOOOD!"

Olivia groaned as she felt a sudden headache and turned around to find the voices had disappeared entirely. If they even existed at all. The weird argument inside her head seemed to have resolved itself. Now, she could focus on what really mattered. It was not her concern whether it was indeed the last gasp of her old self and Mistress Cooper. They were parts and pieces of who she was now.

The transformed teacher looked into the mirror again and quickly admired herself. She had nearly blocked out her past self's alias and the forgotten era of men's magazines. There was a whole new world for that now.

The 26-year-old teacher smiled, strutted over to her phone, and began modeling for selfies. She loved her uniform. From the way it felt to the way it looked.

After selecting a few, she began to text them to the number on her phone that she remembered having saved for her in her contacts.

'Do you approve?'

She waited eagerly. It seemed like eons before the number messaged her back,

'I want to see you. Prop your camera and on your knees.'

Olivia did as she was told, as she dropped to her knees and bowed toward her phone's camera, making sure it was far enough to see all of her at a downward angle. Then, the Facetime call began. His voice sent a pleasurable chill through the air, the way it commanded with little care,

"Tell me, who are the most important people in your life, in order?"

"My owner, my daughters, my students."

"Very good, Olive. You passed your first test," Kevin's voice chuckled in dark and twisted pride,

"But you have one correction. Third isn't your students. That's fifth. Your fellow sluts are fourth, daughters third, and anyone I tell you to be important is second."

Olivia nodded and looked up at the phone,

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

"Spank yourself 5 times for each correction as hard as possible."

Olivia rose herself up on all fours and began to smack her right ass cheek viciously until 5 painful smacks caused her to cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Punishing herself brought pain, which brought her owner pleasure, which meant her pain was pleasure.

"Good girl. I knew a little break would help you clear your cock hungry head."

"Y-Yes, sir."

Her focus then turned back to her initial question, rising from her position, spreading her legs and pressing her chest forward,

"Does my outfit meet your approval, Mr. Scott?"

"Fuck, Olive. You know what I like," Kevin's darker tone husked through the phone,

"That'll be your uniform from now on. At all times, you have that or nothing at all."

The transformed teacher blushed as she bowed her head. She still was anxious about being caught or found out, but less for her own sake. However, she still tried to ask,

"But what if I have to travel outside…."

The teenager that owned her hissed back, "I said that or nothing at all, Pet. I have given you enough clothing. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, Mr. Scott. I only wish to be a better student for you."

Kevin grunted and groaned in delight for a brief moment. He then laughed in amusement and shook his head,

"Well, don't worry, Olivia. You'll have the opportunity to prove that to me personally when I come to take you from your husband tonight."

"Richard, sir?"

"Do you have a problem with that, slut?"

Olivia bowed her head and remembered her words,

"It's just, Richard is an Old Cuck, Mr. Scott. While I do love him, he cannot satisfy me, and is not my owner. You are. Isn't that more important, sir?"

Kevin sighed. He then became quiet for a moment and muttered under his breath,

"God fucking damnit, what are you and your **** slut doing to me, Simon?"

Simon? Olivia did not dare say the name aloud as Kevin growled, but she recognized it again. Simon Harris. He was essential to her owner, wasn't he? That would mean the **** slut must be Jessica Edwards. The teenager then eyed his teacher through the phone.

"I was going to grant you the opportunity to say farewell to Mr. Cooper, but if you'd rather simply ignore him, Pet. I guess I can be a good mate and find a new assignment for you."

She didn't waste time. Kevin was the kind of young Mate who would take any lack of gratitude as an insult,

"Thank you, Master."

Kevin suddenly groaned and chuckled with perverse glee. Olivia had no idea what she said to make the young man suddenly unzip his pants,

"Oh, Mrs. Cooper. You have no idea how I've waited to hear someone fucking call me that. Look how hard I am."

'COCK!'

Without thinking, the leatherbound woman mad-crawled to the phone screen and began to lick at it, her brain wired to imagine the taste and feel of it in her mouth even as the electric screen made it obvious how far away she was,

"Now come home, my loyal bitch! Fetch!"

"Yesssss," the transformed teacher moaned in ecstasy as the phone hung up.

Without another word, she raced for her car keys and purse, not even bothering to cover herself; she ran from the front door in plain view and into her car. She buckled her seatbelt and rubbed the thong against the car seat, not bothering to look as she sped across town back to Myers Manor.