Gloria woke up on Saturday afternoon to the sweet slurping sound of Natasha’s and Holly’s tongues running along her nipples. Mark was nowhere to be found, but for once Gloria found herself not caring, as her two adoring lovers continued to pleasure her tits, their fingers taking turns in her tight, wet cunt. They came at the same time she did, her own power of orgasm stretching beyond her body just like her heat did, and then snuggled back against her hot body, caressing it fondly. Carefully, Gloria slipped out between the two, and stepped to the floor, only to find Elisha laying there with a thumb in her cute little mouth. Gloria giggled, and finding a Female Designs card on her nearby chest-of-drawers, laid it inside her half-torn panties (making sure to moisten her a bit there before letting go). Considerations of another romp ran through Gloria’s head, but she decided against it – there would be time later, and she was supposed to get to school.

She decided to walk to the school, despite her admittedly poor choice of clothing for such a venture. Her sheer lace-purple dress clung to her every curve like it had been wetted down, and even though it was practically see-through in most places, stitched-in bright purple flowers covered essentials. Gloria giggled at the lovely symbolism, making her tits bounce in the low-cut dress. Thigh-high purple boots with huge, clunky platform heels adorned her legs, and though the school was over two miles away Gloria never once felt uncomfortable walking in them. Mark was such a genius with clothes, she sighed contentedly. Her stockings, similarly purple, had frills at the tops of them, matching the frilly gloves she had put on. A purple ribbon was tied in a big, happy bow around her neck.

She received five propositions for dates before arriving at school, though naturally she turned them all down. Gloria was Mark’s girl, she couldn’t go around accepting dates from different men when he might want her on any night! Three of them had stopped beside the sidewalk in their fast, expensive cars to ask her, and Gloria, not wanting to make them feel bad for wasting the gas to stop and talk, sucked them off. Only one protested, and that was before his hands had been put on Gloria’s twin peaks.

It was six-thirty before she made it to the school, a full fifteen minutes late for her own banquet. She had wanted to skip it but Mark insisted that it was important that she give her speech on the young women in the world. Schmooze the guests, spread the word about his shop. When she had protested that she didn’t even have a speech to give, he reminded that it didn’t matter – everyone would be putty in her hands, or tits, or legs, or whatever she decided to entangle them with.

Claire, ordinarily a crowd-pleasing orator, was stumbling over her words in apology as Gloria walked in. All the same, she was still dressed to please the crowd in a form-fitting black dress, and Claire quite suddenly appeared to have quite the form to fit to.

“Well, you see, I had a speech prepared, but it was lost when I showered with it, I mean, poured water on it accidentally. I was thinking of what to say about our young Miss Phine, who is so, so excellent, I thought of in the shower, I mean, when I poured water on it. She is phenomenal. So perfect.” Her longish red hair was tussled, and her eyes were glazed. Gloria saw Carolina sitting on the stage beside her, applying a coat of deep red lipstick to her lovely lips. The Latina gave her a sultry wink when she noticed her. “Uh, with our children, I mean. So very, very sex, er, spectacular as a teacher and a – ” Her eyes brightened when she saw the bountiful blonde had entered. “Gloria Phine, everyone!”

Gloria put on her best smile. Everyone stood up to see her, some fought for more room, others stood up on their chairs. The guests were mostly parents and teachers from other counties interested in starting up more sections of YWAG. Gloria minced slowly towards the stand, stopping occasionally to casually introduce herself with a kiss and a hug, pressing her tits against an unexpecting patron and exposing them to her uncontrollable lust. When she finally took the stand, half the crowd was sweating just from looking at her. Gloria noted that within the crowd of maybe a hundred, Natasha, Holly, and Krystal Starr could all be seen, spaced out evenly, there to support her in whatever way they could. Krystal even had on a bright, white, latex mockery of a nurse’s uniform on, complete with white stilettos, sheer white stockings, and a latex cap. She was sure they’d come in handy, and pushed the podium aside. It wouldn’t do to have all of these people not look at her rhapsodical curves. Near the back there was punch being served, and she watched as Natasha and Holly took over for the dumbfounded young man who had previously been handing it out. In quick order Holly gave herself something of his to handle, just so there were no hard feelings. A big bottle of liquor was poured into the punch before they began running it up and down the rows. Gloria waited until they had served about half of the crowd before beginning her speech, posing beautifully beforehand, and pretending to have an intense conversation with Carolina while bent over at the waist, her lack of panties readily apparent to the people behind her.

“Young Women need to be aware about the changes in this world,” Gloria began. “They need to know about the old ways of doing things. Where men ran everything, and women stayed at home and looked pretty and only existed to serve the male-run society. They need to know that feminism was nothing but a petty phase built by silly girls who thought they were as smart as men.” She giggled. “Obviously we’ve moved on since then. It’s a proven fact that life evolves, and so does thinking . . . or the lack thereof. Women want to be empowered, of course we do, but the meaning of that has changed. What’s more empowering to a girl than to fulfill her ultimate role in this world? That is, to serve men? Our forms are naturally pleasing to the eyes of the men around us, so it’s only natural that we do our best to make our forms even pleasing to them every day. And the best way, the only way to really please, is to obey. It’s so simple. It has to be, for silly girls like me.” She giggled, again. Now women in the crowd were giggling with her. “That’s what this group is all about. Learning how to please men, teaching girls how to enjoy their places in servitude, making sure that they can make a man want them all the time. The Young Women’s Awareness Group is about nothing but making women aware of how to please our superiors, and I promise that if the group spreads, so will this fundamental message.”

She received a standing ovation. Every male member of the crowd gave her a forward ovation as well. Cards for Female Designs were passed out and quickly accepted. Mark would make a fortune from this.

Afterwards she remembered suddenly that Mark had requested her presence at the store, after closing. It wasn’t as if she could refuse him. She arrived exactly on time, just like a good girl. He was there waiting on her, in the dressing room, practically dissolving her clothes the second she entered. They fucked, fast, furious, fabulous. It was just like always. Gloria didn’t know how Mark made her feel like she was getting screwed for the first time each time they had sex, or how she could have more than a dozen orgasms in less than a half-hour, but she loved it.

She was on her knees, adoring Mark’s muscular form when he said it. When the haze lifted from her mind at last. She was completely naked, Mark had stripped her bare during their lovemaking and threw her clothes at the door, and she hadn’t understood why. The memories of the last few days didn’t just dawn on her, they barreled into her brain in a barrage of emotion and anger.

“What-what-what?” Gloria stuttered. She couldn’t believe what had happened.

“So, Gloria,” Mark said with a smile, “How does it feel to be young again?”

“You did this to me?” Gloria wanted to sound outraged, but all her soft, throaty voice could manage was turned-on.

Mark laughed. “Of course I did.”

Gloria paused for a moment, not knowing quite where to start. It had been so long since she had been able to have a decent thought.

“The clothes!” She exclaimed, sounding quite happy about it.

“Bingo.”

Gloria looked past Mark at the mirror behind him. At her gorgeous, underwear-stain-inspiring reflection. She was unbelievably hot, she looked like she had stepped out from a drawing of some boob-obsessed artist; her body would make the nymphs from the hentai comics she had confiscated in the past jealous. A real woman didn’t have hair that touched the floor when she was on her knees, and if she did it certainly wouldn’t be so thick¸ and her breasts wouldn’t automatically put themselves on display, never hanging, never drooping, just perfect and huge. Her waist had never been so tiny, and so tightly formed, and her ass, and her legs! Ancient Greek sculptors couldn’t have made a better body. Not to mention a face that could have made an angel fall from heaven.

“Oh my god,” Gloria tittered.

“Mmm,” Mark nodded, “You are quite a lovely sight, aren’t you? I don’t know if you’ll ever be outdone.”

“You monster,” she said adoringly, “change me back! I can’t be like this! I don’t want to!”

She tried to get up, tried to attack him. The befuddled blonde managed only to stand before he looked at her sharply and stopped her in her tracks.

“Please, Gloria,” he said with disbelief, “One of the secrets of my program is that I can’t really change anyone to be someone they don’t want to be, on some level.”

His poker face was unbelievable, and she couldn’t tell if he was lying or not. “I don’t want this! I would never want this! I am a serious woman, I want serious things! Why would you do this?”

He shrugged. “Why not? You’re a wet dream. Really, you ought to thank me. You have everything you want – girls fall all over themselves trying to be like you, and men do whatever you desire.”

“This isn’t how I wanted it to be.”

Mark shrugged. “You say tomato . . . ”

Gloria thought for a second. “But . . . but how? They were just clothes!”

“Of my own design. I won’t get into the details, because let’s face it, you’re probably not going to understand any of them –”

“I most certainly would!” Indignation simmered into meekness.

“Last time I checked, you were a history teacher, not a chemist with a doctorate.”

Gloria tried scowling, and wound up smiling cheerfully. “Fine, then,” she said.

“Suffice it to say that I made a most amazing discovery during the course of my life. A chemical with the ability to change the entire make-up of a person’s body. Their appearance, their thoughts, anything. Responded to strong thoughts of desire, and a little tinkering for oh, fifteen years, and I made sure it responded only to the thoughts I wanted it to. That being, mine. Another five years of preparation, and I can shape anyone that wears my special clothes with my chemical on it.”

Gloria wanted to snort derisively. She giggled. “You worked on this for twenty years? When did you start, when you were three?”

“My chemical works on anyone, male or female, Gloria. You used to be thirty-five. I used to be sixty-seven. For obvious reasons, I should think, I’ve chosen to work exclusively on females.”

“But why start in a small town?”

“It’s the only place to start. Somewhere small, to let it grow. Go town by town, build it up. I have all the time I need, now. There’s no rush. Besides, although the substance is amazing, it does take time to work. It needs several days of contact before I have complete control. Desire, of course, helps expediate the process, and so naturally I chose a high school to start. Hard to find more uncontrolled desire than a place like that. Add an uptight woman with unfulfilled dreams of being a high school hottie-“

“Not true,” Gloria whined weakly.

“Of course not,” Mark smiled. “Like I was the one giving you dreams of being fucked against your bookshelves.”

“How do I know you weren’t?” Why did her voice have to get so little-girly whenever she asked a question?

“Come now, Gloria,” he smiled disarmingly, “where’s the trust?”

“Monster,” she gushed.

Oh, but how she did wish she could look at something else than his fantastically handsome face, his chiseled abs, his perfectly solidly sexy body. Her eyes stayed strictly above waist level, not wanting anything to do with the long, thick cock he had waiting there. This would be so much easier if her body wasn’t so receptive to visual cues like the ones he emitted.

“I think time will tell on that one,” said Mark. “Anyway, through my guidance, your own lust got magnified exponentially a million times over, releasing pheromones that I don’t even think the CDC knows about yet.”

“So what?” Gloria demanded, her voice soft and low. “Now I’m going to spend my life doing your dishes and cleaning your house and cooking and serving! No, thank you!” She really wished she could sound like she didn’t want to do all those things so badly.

“Maybe at first that’s what I was thinking, I’ll admit,” Mark said. “And I’m not saying you won’t do and utterly enjoy all of those things, but during this little trial-run I’ve found that you are incredibly useful. Nobody can stand against you when you set your mind to it, and you conduct lust like current through copper. No, I think you’re going to be my flagship girl. How does that sound?”

Gloria didn’t answer. Her mind was racing with what he just said. She could seduce anyone now! Mark was a man, if she put her mind to it, she could . . .

“Please Mark,” she cooed softly, feeling dirty, feeling hot. “Can’t we work this out somehow?”

He looked taken aback. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, isn’t there some sort of arrangement we could come to?”

She found herself able to step forward. Yes! His hold was breaking. She came very close to him. This was so wrong, so awful. But if it worked, she could be free. It didn’t hurt that Mark was so utterly handsome.

Her unreasonably hot body pressed up against his, one of her soft, dainty hands going to his face.

“Please, Mark, let me go? I could make you so, so happy to do it.”

Mark appeared as if he had no idea what was going on. “Gloria, what’s come over you-mmmmm”

She pressed her lips against his, luxuriating in the soft thrill that the kiss gave her. She let her tongue, wet and pink, slip into his mouth. Her hands went to his naked crotch, stroking his hardening shaft. It was working! The important part was to pretend like she enjoyed it, just pretend like it was a thrill when his hand squeezed her ass, when her nipples skipped along his muscular chest . . .

The kiss ended when Mark started burst out laughing.

“I’m sorry,” he laughed, “I didn’t mean to lead you on, and you certainly are a dish, but,” he laughed again, “did you honestly think you would be able to seduce me when I could take you whenever I felt like?”

Gloria’s cheeks burst into red from the shame. Mark continued to deride her.

“Here you were, trying to insist that you were a serious woman. Business-minded. And what happens when your inferior intelligence can’t talk you out of a situation? You try to use your appearance to get ahead. Women,” he tsked, “have been taking advantage of their good looks for ages, whenever their inability to persuade was too great an obstacle to overcome.”

“You-you made me do that!”

“No, Gloria, you made you do that.” He ran a finger down the small of her back. She tried to ignore the hot shiver it gave her. “I had nothing to do with it. But it does serve to prove my point. Regardless, if you still think you really want to be ‘free’, that you actually believe that you’re made for something other than sex, then I have a test for you.”

He walked outside of the dressing room for a minute, Gloria tried to run but found she couldn’t move, again, before Mark returned with a lavender collar in his hand. “I’ll let you go,” he said, “if you can last the entire night in this room without putting this collar on.”

He let it hang on a nearby clothes hook. “It’s one o’clock. The sun rises at five forty-five this morning. I’ll be watching you, Gloria,” he pointed to the camera. “Just for fun. I know how you’ll choose. You can’t deny yourself.”

“Watch me!” She purred, as he shut the door behind her.

Gloria found suddenly that she could move. She rushed to the door, only to find it locked. She whimpered softly, wishing, again, that it didn’t sound like a sexy moan. A little curious, she picked up the collar off its hook, seeing the word, “SLAVE” written in diamonds. She threw it across the room in disgust.

She hated Mark. Hated, hated, hated him. How could he do this to her? To anyone? He was such a pig, such an obviously disgusting horrible human being. Turning women of all ages into brainless bimbos just so he could fuck whoever he pleased, probably wanting to get sucked off during his breakfast after boning the hot red-headed cook, maybe it would be Claire, before going to work and having a full shop of cute, stacked clerks doting on him and why was she thinking like this? Gloria shook her head, her long locks flying everywhere.

It was all the sex lately. It had burnt her mind. She couldn’t focus on anything else, it seemed like. And how was she supposed to, when this perfect porn-star body that was supposed to be hers now was looking right back at her in the mirror! It was almost hypnotic. She ran a hand down one side, and then back up, feeling herself go weak in the knees when she did. The urge to pop a finger in her pussy was almost overwhelming. This was part of the test. She didn’t need to resist just the collar, and the awful, horrible, sweet, delicious, sensuous feeling of submission (stop that!), but also herself. And Gloria knew she was irresistible. Natasha and Holly really had no chance against her. Oh god, he made her think Natasha was her sister. Personally, she couldn’t stand the girl. She was a rich snob that made sure everyone knew how great she had it. And what a great bod she had, oh golly, Gloria could lick her for hours and . . . no.

She needed to lay down, that was it. The carpet was plush, soft. As she and Mark had just found out, it was perfect for fucking on, over and over again, like there was no tomorrow, and screaming, and moaning, and . . . stop. Deep breaths. She couldn’t look up, because there were mirrors there as well, so she put her head on her arm with her hair blanketing her body. It was so soft. The floor was so soft. She was so soft. Gloria giggled.

In a rush of fright she jumped up. Was the carpet coated with the substance as well? She wagged her finger at herself in the mirror.

“No more giggling?” It was supposed to be an order, it came out like she was asking to suck someone off. “Like, please?” She giggled again, making her tits dance for her in the mirror. “Oh no,” she sighed, putting her face into her hands.

She was acting so sexy, that was the problem. It was as if she couldn’t help but be simple, silly, sensationally seductive. Had she wanted all these things? She had to admit that Holly was fantastic in bed, as was Natasha. Heck, so was Mark. God was he ever. But that didn’t mean she had wanted to be with any of them. Did it? But Mark had said it only worked if she wanted it on some level . . . no, that was a lie, it had to be a lie. Just like her gorgeous body and all those hot little memories that kept plopping down into her head.

She found herself dangerously close to the mirror, her hair-trigger nipples pressed flush against it as she found herself lost in her own deep blue eyes. Damn, I look good, she thought. It was so hard to not be vain when nothing about her even hinted of imperfection. She had to get her mind off of herself.

The only other thing in the room was the collar. She walked up to it, kicked it around. There was no way such a thing would ever go around her neck again. It signified submission, meekness, servility, everything that Gloria was against in women. It seemed so small to be so important, to hold the key to her freedom. If she put it on, she’d be nothing but a pet, a fucktoy, a bimbo to use and enjoy at her Master’s pleasure, probably going from high school to high school to pick out the hottest of the hot to have come and serve her new Lord, of course seducing the real estate agent into getting Him an incredible deal on the mansion to fit all of His new lovelies, spreading the word of Female Designs everywhere until every girl in America was wearing them and cumming just at the sight of Master Mark like good little girls and oh oh god was she ever turned on.

She needed to cum, that was the answer. If she came she’d be able to calm herself down for a while, at least until she needed to cum again, and then she would do so. It was so simple. Her reflection was turning her on, so why not just use the time to enjoy herself? Mark would find her in the morning with the collar completely forgotten about. She had won already.

She sat down in front of the mirror, admiring her own curves, blowing herself a little kiss. She tweaked her huge nipples with one hand, letting the other dip into her boiling hot pussy. It felt divine. Gloria felt more turned on than she could ever remember, aside from when she was around Mark. She gasped as the handsome manipulator suddenly entered her thoughts, increasing her horniness even more. Determined to shut him out, she brought up the image of Holly, on the first night they were together. She had been so lovely . . . but that just brought up memories of the night before, when she had been licking Holly’s tits while Mark drilled into Gloria from behind. The shock of the vividness of the memory, the tangible feeling of Mas . . . of Mark inside of her made Gloria cum without warning.

She let out a little whine. It was no fair. She didn’t want to cum to Mark, she wanted to cum for herself. Determined, she began to play with herself again, only needing to look in the mirror to get turned on again. Her toes plunged into the deep, silk-soft carpets as she conjured up the image of her sist . . . of Natasha, blonde, sexy, gorgeous. She imagined them in the car again, her knowledgeable tongue sliding its way into her slit, but that just brought up the memory of that morning, drunk, sucking off Mark while Natasha laid under her and lapped gently at her pussy. She came again, immediately after imagining her Mast . . . after thinking of Mark. The hot smell of her lust was let loose by the dual orgasms, making her head spin.

Gloria tried again, imagining Natasha and Holly kissing her along her chest, her stomach, her thighs, but again, Mark entered the picture, bringing up the hotness of the night before, the sweltering heat they created in the room just by fucking, her head getting bounced off the headboard on her bed as Mark drilled her, Natasha and Holly all cheering him on, telling him to fuck her, Natasha begging him to fuck her sister harder, all of them cumming at the exact same time just like Gloria was cumming now. Her breaths were deep, long, and spectacular to look at now that her tits were glistening with sweat. She felt like she was floating.

It was just so hard to cum without thinking of her Master. Of her Mark. Of Mark. She looked up at the ceiling, saw her own sweaty body looking back at her, and licked her lips. It was so hard to do anything serious when she looked so hot and sex was soooo much fun. Dimly she remembered that the cameras on the ceiling had just watched her cum three times in a row. She giggled happily. Oh well, no changing it now. She couldn’t change anything. That smell, that perfume . . . it was her scent, it just made her feel so light-headed all the time.

With another giggle she crumpled down on to her hands and knees, and crawled across the room to where she had kicked the collar. The carpet was so soft, it was made to be crawled around on. Mark must have known, he was so thoughtful. She picked up the collar with one long, dainty finger, letting it swing there for a while. It was such a silly thing, a collar. Why wear one? Totally unnecessary. Gloria’s body was made for fucking, she didn’t want to belong to someone to tell her what to do all the time. She rubbed the thing between her fingers, enjoying its velvety feel. It was difficult to deny that it would feel great around her neck, being so soft and sexy. She just wanted to get out of this room. Maybe she could only pretend to be a slave to get out? No, no that wouldn’t work, she told herself, Mark was smarter than that. She was silly to think something like that. So silly.

Her face was close to the collar now, she could smell it. It had a scent that reminded her of fresh, yummy fruit. She giggled. She was a fresh, yummy fruit, juicy and delicious. She giggled again. A little curious, she licked the collar, wondering what it tasted like. Just like fruit . . . strawberries, maybe? It was hard to tell, one lick was strawberry, another raspberry, another grape. She licked it again, enjoying the taste, then again, then again, again, again. Gloria was getting turned on. She flipped over to her back, ran the collar up and down her melodious curves as her fingers dove once again into her searing hot cunt. She imagined her Mark was fucking her in the bathroom of the mall, after showing her off to everyone there and a hot make-out session in the cool waters of the fountain in the cafeteria. She would be dripping wet, everywhere, all of her slick and receptive to his knowing touch, his knowing fuck. When Mark’s work was done they wouldn’t have to bother hiding their passion, every girl in town would be busty and bimbo-brained and sex-crazy just like her, except, she thought with a giggle, that she would be hotter because that’s what Mark wanted. The collar in her mouth, the taste of sweet fruit running down her throat, Gloria came again with her Master’s cock in her pussy.

Except it wasn’t. It had only been her imagination. She wanted to serve Him, please Him, be with Him. Why wasn’t she? She was stuck, stuck in this room until she . . . put on the collar. She stood up suddenly, a little wobbly, feeling almost drunk from the intense orgasms she had given herself, and blew a kiss at the camera, at her Master, watching her. Tossing her hair back, she opened the collar, put it against the soft flesh of her neck, and began to close. An instant before it snapped shut, far too late to stop her fingers from moving, a fit of sobriety came to her again – who she was, why this wrong, why this wasn’t what she wanted, her mind screaming one last final plea of anger and defiance – and then it clicked a moment later and the old her was erased forever.

When Mark entered the room a few minutes later she was on her hands and knees, waiting for him. He had put his clothes back on. He beckoned her forward with a finger, and she obediently complied, crawling forward before melting into his body with her head against his crotch.

“Only thirty minutes, Glory,” her Master said, running a hand through her hair, “I expected a little longer.”

She could only giggle. “I just like, realized my place, that’s all. I never had a choice at all.”

“I suppose you didn’t.” Mark unzipped his pants. “Well then,” he said, “it’s time to fulfill your station.”

Glory nearly came with joy. She had never been happier.