Vox Dominus Pt. 05

"Good girl. That's right. It feels so good to follow my words, doesn't it?"

"Uh-huh," Chelsea said, swaying on her feet as the Vox swam into her.

"It feels so good to obey your Master. Because that's what good girls do, isn't it? They do as they're told."

Chelsea gave a droopy nod of agreement, letting the Vox swirl her thoughts into an unrecognizable blur, a soft, formless putty for Master to form into new, more perfect truths. It felt so good to just let him shape her, to be so wet and warm and weak in his hands.

"And you know what that makes you, right?" Master smiled. "If I am your Master and you do what I tell you, then that must make you my..."

"Sl....slaaa....." Chelsea shut her eyes and lips tight, some primal repulsion managing to briefly halt the Vox's current. Even if she had a Master, and even if she loved to obey him, that didn't mean she was his...she couldn't be a...

"It's okay," Master cooed, gently massaging the back of her head. "You can do this."

Chelsea moaned with pleasure, allowing her body to lean against his, her cheek resting on his chest, the heat of his breath gracing her ear and sinking into her mind. The vibrating phone in her hand became dim and unimportant, as trivial as the thoughts trickling from her brain and leaking between her thighs.

"I know it's so hard for you to think," he whispered.

It was. So hard to think.

"I know you would just rather listen and obey like a good girl."

Obey. Good girl.

"But I need you to try and puzzle this out with me. You will, won't you?"

Chelsea couldn't even find the strength to nod. She pressed closer to her Master's voice, hanging on his every word. Letting his truths pour into her empty head.

"I am you Master. You know this is true."

"Hn-ah!" Chelsea let out a startled gasp as Master's free hand drifted up her stomach and squeezed her naked breast. It felt like her body was melting into his grasp, conforming to his will just like her mind was, eager and obedient.

"It's also true that you love to obey and please me. You know it feels so good and so right to listen to my words and follow my commands. In fact, your devotion is so perfect, that your subconscious will heed my orders even when your conscious mind resists."

The tips of his fingers tweaked her nipple, and Chelsea's entire body shuddered with delight, shaking the ability to speak from her lips.

"Deep down, you know what your purpose is: to serve and submit to your Master."

The sensation was almost enough to make her cum right there, but a part of her remembered that good girls waited for their Master's permission, even as her pussy twitched with need.

"And what do we call a good girl who submits to her Master? Who wishes only to serve and please the man who owns her? We call her a..."

"Nnn..." Chelsea forced her sluggish tongue against the roof of her mouth. Her body was a quivering mess of arousal and aching emptiness, but still she had to answer. She had to obey her Master.

"A...."

"Sl...sssslaaaave," she slurred, feeling the last of her resistance drip out of her and into her already drenched panties.

"Good girl. So if I am your Master, than you are my..."

"Sllllaave." It came so much easier this time. As easy as breathing. But then, of course it would. It was the truth.

He was her Master. And she was his Slave.

"Hand over your phone," Master commanded.

Slave obeyed without hesitation, lifting her limp grip and dropping the phone in Master's waiting palm. "Good girl," he murmured, tenderly tilting her gaze to meet his and stroking her cheek with his thumb. "We don't have to worry about that now, do we?"

Worry about what? Slave vaguely remembered something about a call but...she shook her head. If Master said not to worry, than she wasn't going to think about it. Not thinking was what she liked best.

"That's right. Now. We were interrupted from something very important. Do you remember what it was?"

Slave licked her lips and smiled. Of course she did. Remembering that was easy.

"Kneel." Master ordered.

"Yes, Master," Slave answered, sinking to her knees and slipping Master's cock between her lips in one fluid motion. He let out a small gasp of surprise. Slave looked up at him with adoration and pride before pushing his girth deeper inside. She bobbed her head up and down, taking more and more of his rigid member each time. His warmth and strength filled her so perfectly, like her body was made for it. Maybe it was. Slave moaned with pleasure at the thought, pressing her face against his crotch and breathing in his scent, trying to fill every part she could with her Master's taste.

"Good g-girl," Master shivered as Slave slid his cock free, one hand delicately teasing his balls as the other held the shaft in place, allowing her to run her tongue up and down it. He was getting close—she could see it in the gleam of his eyes and feel it in the shivering against her fingers.

"You want to make your Master cum, don't you?"

"Mmmmm," Slave moaned with assent.

"That's a good S-slaaave," Master grunted as Slave took him back inside. She moved her lips fervently up and down his cock, barely able to contain her excitement. She wanted it so badly now. To feel Master cum inside her. To know that she was obeying like a good Slave should.

"F-focus on the sensations in your body," her Master said, his voice rising slightly. "Focus on the arousal you feel. Building and building."

Slave's body trembled as the pleasure and excitement inside of her flourished, every inch of her blossoming with desire.

"Th-the m-more you please me, the more pleasure you feel. A-and the deeper you t-take my cock, the deeper into my power and pleasure you g-go."

Without hesitation, Slave pushed Master as far inside of her as he would go, almost choking as an explosive wave of bliss flooded her senses. She pulled back before diving onto his cock with renewed fervor, slobbering and drooling with desperation, completely lost to the irresistible sensations controlling her.

"A-and you know that when you make your M-Master cum, you'll cum too. Harder than you e-ever have before."

Cum. She needed to cum. Needed Master's cum. Needed to be a good Slave. Needed to suck. Needed to cum. Needed cum.

Master's hips twitched. Slave wrapped her lips as tightly around him as she could, her body singing with triumph.

Master let out a strained cry of pleasure as his cock spasmed, his cum splashing inside Slave, sending cascades of pleasure reverberating through her. She swallowed deeply, allowing them to fill her needy body, her muscles tightening as the waves grew higher and higher, until at last they broke and...

Slave shook as she came, every inch of her crying in a chorus of heavenly annihilation. Time lost all meaning as she fell into ecstasy, a helpless puppet bouncing on strings of mind-melting pleasure.

Good girl. Good Slave. Made Master cum. Cum cum cum cum cum.

"G-good girl," Master said as he gently pulled free from her open mouth.

Slave's heavy head slumped forward, small traces of cum dribbling from her open mouth, her mind still drifting on gentle currents of post-coital bliss. She sensed him hesitating above her before she felt his hand rest gently on her head, eliciting a small, satisfied sigh from her lips.

"You've done very well tonight," he said. "You've made your Master very happy."

Slave glowed with pride and gratification. But something was off: even as he praised her, Master seemed concerned. Distracted.

"I...I need you to go back to being Chelsea Jaeger now," he said.

Slave blinked. Chelsea...Jaeger? Why...would he...want...?

"Feel yourself rising out of trance," Master continued, his voice suddenly sounding strange and far away. "Follow my voice up, up, up, energy returning and mind clearing more and more."

Slave blinked rapidly, surprised at the speed of her own thoughts as they chased his words higher and higher. Her muscles stirred, the heaviness that had previously filled them gradually dissolving.

"That's right. And when I snap my fingers, you'll fully awaken into your everyday self, becoming Chelsea Jaeger again."

Master snapped his fingers. The sound clicked through air, dissipating the last traces of the Vox. Leaving Chelsea's mind clear and uninhibited.

And deeply, deeply confused.

"So...uh..." Master smiled nervously as he pulled his pants back up. "You okay?"

Chelsea wiped a trace of cum from under her lips, a disorienting, dreamy feeling lingering in the back of her mind. "Um. I...think so," she said, taking a full beat to realize her tits were still hanging out. She pulled her tank-top back down, grateful that none of Master's...ejaculate, had gotten on it.

"If that was...um...if I went too far, I'm so...so sorry...I..."

"Don't apologize," Chelsea said, standing and leaning against the shelf for support. His downcast eyes and abashed words annoyed her. She didn't want him to say sorry. She wanted...she wanted...

"Sorry," Master said. "Er, I mean...uh..." he shut his mouth, then reached over to a nearby push-cart and picked up her phone. "Here."

Chelsea accepted the device and powered it on. The screen lit up: three missed calls from her mother, and one voicemail. She tensed, anticipating the terror such a sight would normally summon, ready for the icy spike to jab into her veins and deaden her pulse with dread.

But instead... her shoulders slumped as a deep sigh descended through her body. Even as she felt some traces of the ordinary fear, the overwhelming emotion clinging to her was...

Regret.

Why, oh why, had Master woken Slave up?

Chelsea turned to Master, catching him casting a nervous glance around the corner. "Sorry, uh," he swallowed. "If you need a sec, I can just...go for n-now and we can..."

Before she knew what was happening, Chelsea's hand grabbed his, halting him in his tracks. "Wait," she said. "Can we just...talk? No Vox, no experiments, just..." her voice trembled. "Just you and me? For a moment?"

Master stiffened, a million thoughts appearing to flash behind his gaze. But then he exhaled, and his expression softened, his deep brown eyes meeting hers.

"Sure," he said. "Let's talk."

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Moonlight filtered in through the arched windows as Seb and Chelsea wandered the Grad's third floor. He had lost track of time, and now apparently the library had closed while they were still in it. All the main lights had shut off, leaving the silver, celestial rays the only source of illumination through the empty aisles.

Despite agreeing to talk, the pair hadn't said anything to each other since their experiment. No, that wasn't the right word, Seb corrected himself. Even if he had proposed their encounter as some kind of scientific trial, that was never really the truth. He had only called Chelsea because the Vox needed an outlet. And she had accepted because...

Maybe she did too.

After their first test of the Vox, Seb had felt like he had gotten away with something awful—like he had tricked Chelsea into indulging his base, wicked desires. Even if she was the one who approached him, even if she had seemingly been prepared for him to take control of her, Seb couldn't shake the sense that he was taking advantage of her. Somehow.

But now...Seb snuck a covert glance at her as she drifted past the glass, her expression pensive and beautiful. As strange as it was to believe, Seb had to consider that maybe she was as intrigued and aroused by the Vox as he was. It certainly seemed like she had been enjoying herself. Though, of course, that might just be his power warping her mind to be in line with his desires. Maybe she was secretly disgusted with him, but he had unwittingly locked that part of her brain away. Maybe she was secretly a prisoner in her own subconscious, screaming for release while the Vox controlled her body like some invisible puppeteer.

Maybe he should just ask her. That seemed preferable to driving himself insane.

"Hey," Seb finally said, stepping beside her. "Can I ask you something?"

Chelsea blinked. "You just hypnotized me into sucking you off, and now you're nervous about asking me a question?"

"W-well, it's actually about that. Kinda." Seb rubbed the back of his neck. "When that's...happening, I mean, when I'm using the Vox on you...what does that feel like?"

Chelsea exhaled, her eyes searching for answers in the window pane. "It feels...really, really good," she answered.

Seb let out an involuntary laugh. "Yeah, I uh, kind of guessed that much," he said. Chelsea shot him a glare, only to chuckle and then break out into a fit of giggles. Soon the both of them were laughing, the tension between them rapidly breaking down.

A creak somewhere in the library caused them both to go still. They waited, listening, then breathed a unified sigh of relief when no more sounds followed.

"But actually," Seb continued, collecting himself. "I get that the Vox can make you feel, y'know, pleasure. What I'm wondering is what the whole, uh, 'experience' is like. If that makes sense."

Chelsea nodded thoughtfully. "It's...a little hard to describe. When you're using the Vox, everything else around me just kinda...stops mattering. Like, normally I've got a million different thoughts buzzing around inside my head, but the moment you start using the Vox, everything gets all...warm and fuzzy in there, to the point where it takes basically all of my concentration to just follow your voice. But it's not, like, a struggle, y'know? It's not like you're forcing me to stop thinking or shoving ideas into me. It's more like...you're guiding me into a different perspective, where everything is simple, and easy, and fun. And faced with the choice between that and the normal mess my head is in, well...I guess it's no wonder why I can't resist for long."

"But you do see it as a choice," Seb emphasized.

Chelsea's brow furrowed. "Yeah. Maybe. I mean, honestly, who can say, right? We're dealing with supernatural mind control powers here—maybe I'm just framing it as a choice to make it easier to give in. Maybe this was all going to happen the moment you put me under, no matter what either of us did."

Seb grimaced. "I guess we can't completely rule that out, can we?"

Chelsea frowned, then crossed her arms. "Y'know, I just can't figure out your deal. You discover you have these incredible abilities, the kind that most people can only dream of, only to spend the entire week hiding and pretending that nothing's changed. And then, after you hypnotize an objectively hot blonde into giving you a blow-job—something we both know we both enjoyed—you spend the whole evening nervously looking at the exit signs. What do you even want from all of this? Because all the back-and-forth is driving me crazy."

Seb blanched, his mind reeling. "I...I..." He sat down on the floor and rested his head in his hands, suddenly feeling very tired. "I'm not sure," he finally sighed, half expecting Chelsea to storm out.

But instead, she knelt down beside him. "I'm sorry," she said. "I know what you mean. This has been kind of a confusing experience."

Despite himself, Seb smiled. "You can say that again."

Chelsea returned the smile, and then the two of them fell quiet, looking up though the darkened glass at the starlit skies above.

Seb cleared his throat. "To be honest, you're right: in some ways the Vox is a dream come true. Hypnosis and mind control have been part of my fantasies for as long as I can remember. But they also were..." he grit his teeth. "Parts of me I had to keep a tight lid on. I learned that the day I brought a cardboard 'mesmer ray' into class for show and tell. And when my parents discovered Hypnohub in their browser history well..." he shuddered as a wave of nausea passed though him. "Let's just say they weren't the most understanding."

The silence that followed was the sharpest Seb had ever heard. He dug his nails into his hands, as though preparing himself for Chelsea's cutting words.

She placed a hand on his shoulder. "I get that," she said. "Trust me, when it comes to dealing with parental backlash, I know all too well where you're coming from. But you don't have to worry about that anymore, right? You have the gift you've always wanted. You're literally living the dream."

"I-it's not that simple," Seb shook his head. "The Vox is...it scares me."

Chelsea squinted, confused. "What do you mean?"

"I mean it...using it brings out a side of me that I've never experienced before. A side that I'm not sure I like." he explained. "Like, for example, a little while ago, when you got that call on your phone? The 'me' I grew up with would've just backed off and waited for you handle it, even if it meant ending the, um, the experiment early. But tonight...it was like the Vox had convinced me that I wasn't looking at Chelsea Jaeger. I was looking at a subject who had lost her way; a slave who was hurting because she wasn't serving her Master; a pet who needed to be reminded of her place. I know that sounds horrible right now but, in the moment I...I honestly believed it."

Seb cringed, but to his surprise, Chelsea didn't recoil in disgust. Instead, she just sighed. "It's not horrible," she said. "I mean, like you said, the 'me' I used to know might've thought it was gross, but now..." her voice trailed off, leaving Seb to listen to his own blood roaring in his ears.

"Now, what?" he finally prompted. "What do you want from all of this?"

She smiled ruefully. "Like I said, it's confusing. But I've spent a long time thinking about it and..."

Even as she hesitated, the Vox howled with victory inside of Seb. He knew what was coming. He just couldn't believe it.

Chelsea blushed and turned away. "I think I want to be your slave," she confessed.

Seb's cock stiffened immediately, along with the rest of his body. "You mean, like...you want to keep meeting and...um...playing with the Vox?" His jaw clenched so hard he was afraid it might break.

Chelsea fidgeted nervously. "In an ideal world, we could get away with something like that. But that's not the one I live in. My world is full of prying eyes and people who expect me to be the cold, controlling bitch they've all heard about. I'm pretty sure my roommates already suspect something is going on between you and me. If we continue like this, well...it's only a matter of time before things get really ugly."

"B-but we don't know for sure," Seb countered, trying to stifle the Vox's giddiness. "We could, y'know, um...take a break and, uh, see how things work out."

"'Take a break?'" Chelsea repeated incredulously.

"Yeah, you know. Like we did last time."

"And how did that work out? Given that you broke your own oath of silence to call me, I'm guessing your week was just as hellish as mine. Do you really want to go through that again for a month? Two months?"

Seb grit his teeth. She was right. The only reason they were having this conversation, after all, was because Seb couldn't keep the Vox's urges down for more than a few days. But that still didn't mean...he couldn't... "And how would becoming my, my slave solve any of that?" Seb asked. "Isn't getting found out what you're worried about?"

"Well..." Chelsea hesitated. "For starters, if we start seeing each other, uh, 'officially', that'll be good enough cover for some of my friends and sisters to stop asking questions. And it'll be a little less scandalous when my family finds out."