Vox Dominus Pt. 02

Wait. That wasn't...no, there was something wrong there. She couldn't argue that it felt good but...liking to obey...that didn't sound like her. That wasn't who she was. Was it?

"You're a very logical girl, aren't you, Chelsea?"

Huh? Where did that come from? She couldn't deny it was true, but...

"I know it's very hard to think for you right now, but since you're a very logical girl, so I know you can figure this out. Follow me now: it's true that it feels good to relax and listen and obey. You like to relax and listen. Therefore, you must also like to..."

"Obey," the word came out easier this time. Chelsea was a very logical girl after all.

"Very good. See, doesn't that feel nice?"

Chelsea beamed and bobbed her head, shaking the happy bubbles in her brain.

"You're doing so well. Now say it out loud: you like to obey."

Chelsea sighed dreamily. "I like to obey."

"You love to obey."

"I love to obey."

"Do you know why?"

Chelsea's brow furrowed. Huh? Didn't they just...weren't they just talking about...

"It's a rhetorical question, Chelsea, remember? You don't have to answer. You don't have to think. You just have to obey. Because obeying feels so, so good."

Oohhh, that's right. She didn't have to think. She just had to...had to obey. And she loved to obey. It was only logical. And easy. Like breathing. Easy and natural.

"And do you know why obeying me makes you feel so nice? So relaxed and happy?"

She couldn't wait for Seb to tell her.

"Because I am your Master."

"Master..." Chelsea shivered as she repeated the word. She couldn't help herself—it was such a perfect word. So powerful, so true. Everything made wonderful sense now.

Because Seb was her Master.

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"Because I am your Master," Seb stated.

His subject shivered, her lips repeating the phrase absently. "Master."

A jolt of excitement raced through Seb's body. He had done it: he had convinced Chelsea to surrender. Now her once defiant gaze was glazed over with blissful adoration, her mouth hanging open in vacant anticipation. No doubt her brain was swimming in the pleasure and submission Seb had spent the last ten minutes pouring into her.

Seb closed his eyes, taking a moment to steady himself. Truth be told, he was feeling a little groggy too. It took an intense amount of concentration to maintain his Voice, a focus that blocked out everything else but his immediate desires. In some ways, this was a blessing: he didn't have the time or energy to get nervous or second-guess himself like he usually did.

But on the other hand, acting on instinct like this was new sensation for Seb. It was exhilarating, but something about it also felt...dangerous. Like at any moment he might get swept away by the very currents he was pulling Chelsea into.

No time to dwell on that now though: he had a challenge to win. "You're still listening closely, aren't you Chelsea? You can answer now."

"Yes, Master. I'm listening."

"You know that obeying me, pleasing me, makes you feel good. And the more you please me, the better you feel."

Chelsea let out a small moan as she shifted her weight on her hips. "Yes, Master."

Seb moved his leg aside, making sure Chelsea could see the erection straining against his jeans.

"You can see how much you're already pleasing me, can't you?"

Her breath caught, as though the mere suggestion of his hard cock had sent a wave of arousal through her. "Yes, Master," she murmured.

"Then imagine how pleased I will be when you strip naked at the snap of my fingers. Right now."

*Snap*

Chelsea rose to her feet in an instant. She pulled open the few remaining buttons on her blouse before fumbling out of it, her unsteady movements caught between the heaviness of the trance and her newfound need to obey.

Her bra was next to go, her breasts jiggling as she threw the item away and bent over to peel off her stockings and skirt. Seb noticed with some intrigue that she was wearing black lace panties underneath, a soft, dainty item with tiny ribbons of red, like a present waiting to be unwrapped.

Had she expected things to go this way? The choice of underwear implied as much. Seb wanted to be flattered, but another part of him—the part that spoke with the Voice—was annoyed at having his sense of control subverted.

Fortunately, his subject seemed unaware of his inner conflict. She hooked her fingers into the thin elastic without a second thought, sliding the smooth fabric down her long, quivering legs and onto the floor. She took a step to the side and stood up straight, swaying delicately like a flower in the breeze.

Seb had done it. He had won.

And what a prize to behold: Chelsea Jaeger, destroyer of young men, standing dazed and obedient, fully exposed for his appraisal; her pert breasts pushed forward; her nipples erect and at attention; the smooth curve of her hips flowing into long legs of softest white. And between them, a glistening offering that Seb had doubted more than one or two men had ever received.

Seb raised his hand, ready to snap his fingers and wake Chelsea out of her trance. To see her turn scarlet with embarrassment, to know that he had bested her with a power he could've never even dreamed of wielding—that was enough triumph for one day.

And yet, his hand hesitated.

The dark waters within him were restless, their longing waves pushing him onwards, demanding more. The Voice inside was saying that this was not victory. Not yet. He had merely played according to Chelsea's rules—true triumph was found in ruling others.

"Very g-good Chelsea," Seb said, hoping to stall his own growing inclinations. "You're being a very g-good girl."

The word caused Chelsea's entire body to quiver. Her head titled slightly upwards, her eyes fluttering with ecstasy. "Thank you, Master," she breathed.

Seb tried to calm himself. To think rationally. But the longer he stared at his slave—no, subject, subject—the stronger the currents within him became. Her breathing was shallow and longing; her face flushed with desperate arousal; even standing, she made sure to keep her legs comfortably spread, her pussy practically dripping. The entirety of her being was open and available for Seb to use her.

Use her. Use her.

"Sit down Chelsea," Seb commanded. She lowered herself back on the bed with a small moan, her tits bouncing slightly as she settled onto the mattress. The movement had apparently given her body an idea though: even as she stared back at Seb with docile, submissive patience, her hips began subtly rocking back and forth, rubbing her pussy on the sheets, leaving damp spots in its wake.

Seb bit his lip, forcing his feet to remain in place. He wasn't going to touch her. That line he wouldn't cross. But there was still a way to claim this moment as his. Hopefully that would be enough.

"You're feeling very horny, aren't you Chelsea?"

Chelsea's mouth was barely able to form words in between husky breaths. "Yes. Master. Horny. So horny."

"You know that your body longs for release. And you also know that nothing feels better than pleasing your Master. So when I snap my fingers next, you're going to play with your body for me. I want you to bring yourself to the edge of climax, and then I want you to beg your Master to cum. Like a good girl should. And you want to be a good girl, don't you Chelsea?"

Chelsea gripped the mattress tight. "Want to...be a good girl..." She doubled over with need, tits shaking as she continued to fruitlessly hump the mattress. "Want to...need to..."

*Snap*

Seb's subject let out a tiny squeal of delight, her hand flying between her legs as her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Her entire body was in carnal motion, her legs spread wide, her free hand kneading her breast, her hips swaying in time with the gasps and moans of pleasure leaking from her lips. One look at her, and Seb could tell that she was truly lost: that he had taken his scheming opponent and reduced her to an empty vessel of lust and submission. All with the power of his Voice.

His Voice. His Voice. His Voice was telling him she was helpless. She was his. His Voice didn't want to be quiet. It wanted more. More.

Vvvvvvvvvvv.

The vibrations of Seb's phone on the desk snapped his attention away from the display in front of him. He went to silence the device, annoyed, only for the caller ID to stop him in his tracks.

Sophia was calling him.

Seb stared in disbelief, the churning waters inside of him suddenly frozen with shock and dread. He shouldn't answer. Should he? But if he didn't, who knows when she would call again? It had already been two years—this could be his only chance to get answers about the night of the variety show.

And...about that other night too.

"H-hello?" Seb said, scooping the phone to his ear.

"Uh, hey, Seb," Sophia's soft voice answered.

"M-master," Chelsea moaned behind him.

Oh shit.

"H-hey Sophia!" Seb exclaimed quickly, walking to where he hoped was out of audio range of the brainless, masturbating girl on the bed. "It's uh, it's been a while. It's good to hear your voice."

"Um. Yeah. Same to you too." Sophia paused. Seb could almost picture her expression, the cute pout her lips did whenever she was thinking of something to say. "I a-actually was at your, um, your show a couple nights ago."

"Oh, that was you. Huh. I, uh, th-thought I—"

"Yeah, I think you—"

"Saw—oh, sorr—"

"No, sorry, you go."

Chelsea gasped. "Master p-please. I n-need to...need to..."

Seb shot a look over his shoulder and nearly had a heart attack. Chelsea had slid off the bed and was on her knees now, one hand propping her up, the other still furiously edging her pussy into oblivion. Her entire body shook. Drool hung from her open mouth.

"You, um" Seb began. But the words died in his throat.

Sophia sighed. "I just wanted to say I was sorry for, um, disappearing from the show like that. I meant to come talk to you but, when I saw you noticed me, I...kinda freaked out and ran. I feel really bad about it."

"Th-that's okay," Seb said, hoping Chelsea would focus her eyes long enough to see him mouth "cum for me," at her.

"A-anyway," Sophia continued. "Uh, one of the things I was going to tell you was that I-I actually transferred here to Diepner U. So, um. If you ever wanted to, you know...hang out or catch up..."

"Oh, y-yeah, totally!"

"Great. Um." Sophia paused. "I'll text you?"

"Yeah, that'd be great."

Beep. The call disconnected.

Seb lowered the phone, shell-shocked by what just happened. After being apart for so long, he and Sophia were now schoolmates. And what's more, she wanted to meet with him. Why? After what they'd been through...after what he'd said to her...why would she suddenly...

""M-master, I-I neeeeed t-to-to..."

Oh crap. That's right. "Cum for me," Seb ordered.

He didn't even need the Voice; Chelsea came with a scream.