White Noise Ch. 02

A week later Avery was sitting in his own office when there was a knock at the door. It was smaller than Ashley's to avoid questions, though very tastefully adorned, including his newest sound machine. It was designed to be much more intense and would quickly drop others into a more docile state, but the rapid use meant sacrificing the subliminal training. It would be useful in a pinch with clients who hadn't been exposed yet, or in today's case, a stern co-worker.

"Come in," he called.

Chelsea reluctantly walked into his office, blonde hair perfectly curled, her blouse and black pencil skirt clinging to her slim, athletic frame. She had light green eyes and, under normal circumstances, had a radiant smile that made them sparkle, but her lips were currently pursed in a from as she took a seat across from Avery, crossing her perfectly sculpted legs.

"You wanted to see me?" she asked enthusiastically.

Chelsea had gotten along fine with Avery up until last week. She felt she deserved the promotion to assistant branch manager, (after the sudden decision by Tim, the former assistant manager, to leave to pursue his dream of climbing Everest), much more than him. To her credit she did have better retention numbers, but with the help of the sound machines Avery quickly began outpacing her in just a few short days before the job became his. The rest of the office was slowly molding the way he wanted, however it appeared Chelsea's anger and resentment had caused her to stop using his machines out of spite. It was time to bring her back into the fold.

"Yes, I just wanted us to clear the air," Avery said, standing up and going over to his larger machine, "I don't think anyone else needs to here this," he said as he turned it on. The sound aspect was irrelevant, as Avery had all office machines commanding the women to ignore the sounds coming from his office, (those sounds had mostly been the sounds of Ashley's screams of ecstasy as her brains were literally getting fucked out daily), and the machine went to work. Even in the time it took Avery to cross the room and sit back down he noticed Chelsea's jaw had already unclenched and she let out a long sigh.

"I understand you feel you deserve the job I have now and I think we should talk about that," he said as he began playing with a silver orb on his desk. It was a fidget ornament designed to spin and he had carved his own grooved, trailing spiral pattern into it.

"What's to talk about?" Chelsea asked, crossing her arms, "I deserved the job that you were handed and Ashley won't even tell me why, are you going to make that clear, SIR?" she asked sarcastically. She tried to glare at him, but her eyes kept shooting back down to the spinning orb.

"I'm not going to make anything clear," Avery said, "you've been here for years and you're a great employee, but you aren't ready for this level of responsibility, and that's that."

"And how do you know what I'm ready for? How do you know I'm not more than capable, more capable than you?" she asked, still looking at the orb.

There was fire in her voice, though her arms had already fallen back to her sides as her body grew weary from the effects of the machine.

"Because I know," he replied, "the weight of leadership is a heavy one, it's tiring and draining as it weighs on you," he said, noting her eyes were now firmly on the spiraling orb.

"It's so heavy, like a crown sitting atop your head, and the longer that heavy feeling gnaws at you, the more tired and weak you become, surely you can understand that, right?" he asked gently. Chelsea nodded, still frowning.

"Yes...i can see that, but-"

"And that weakness can spread into other areas," he said, interrupting her, "it can make you lose focus, make you feel bogged down, make your mind fuzzy and harder to think, that heaviness makes things so tiring and hazy," he said softly.

"Ha...hazy," she said, nodding as she began swaying back and forth in her chair.

"Exactly, it makes you feel like you're trapped in a fog, unable to think clearly, able to make decisions," he said, watching her closely as her eyes grew heavier and she yawned, "it's like a cloud, a thick mist that hangs over your head and you can't get rid of it, it gets in your ears, your nose, your mouth, and it keeps you from thinking properly," he said. He flicked a tiny switch on the orb and it began spinning on it's own, faster than when he had been doing it. Her eyes went wide briefly, then sagged again, her lids seemingly growing heavier with every blink.

Avery got out of his seat and walked up behind her. She didn't seem to notice as she remained locked onto the spinning orb.

"Trapped" he said, "trapped in a cursed fog called 'leadership,' and it will eat away at you. It will consume you, leaving you a dazed, empty shell, and you'll never be able to escape it."

"Like a curse," Chelsea repeated dully, her eyes still locked onto the orb from underneath half-closed lids.

"Exactly," Avery said, smiling, "it's like a curse, and it's one that no one wants to bear, but you can't shake it off, you can't get rid of it, and you'd be stuck with it, forever, you would hate it."

"I hate it," she said shivering, her head nearly rolling side to side. Avery gently grabbed her by both temples and began rubbing while keeping her head straight up as she watched the spiral.

"And you would do anything to be free of it, you don't want leadership, you want to follow. Following is easy, following is soothing, being told what to do makes you feel happy and safe, you want to be happy and safe in my hands, isn't that right?" he asked gently. Chelsea nodded, or tried to.

"Yesssss," she slurred, "safe in your handssss..."

"You want me to be in charge," he said in a more commanding tone.

"I want you to be in charge," she agreed slowly.

"You were meant to follow, not lead," he said, moving one hand from her head and down to her mouth-watering legs, hiking her skirt up.

"I was meant to follow, not lead," she said.

"It feels good to do what Avery says," he said as he pulled her simple white panties aside and began stroking her.

"Mhm," she said, sighing happily, "It feels so good to do what Avery says."

"You were meant to follow, not lead," he repeated, "and you will do as I say."

"I will do as you say," she agreed, squirming.

"You will obey me," he said, running his fingers through her wet slit.

"I will obey you," she repeated, smiling dreamily.

"You will obey me without question," he said, applying gentle pressure with his thumb on her clit.

"I will oooobey you without question," she moaned, arching her back and pushing her pussy tighter against his palm.

"It makes you happy and horny to obey me."

"It makes me hoooorny to obey you," she purred, "oh god, I love obeying you."

"You are my sex slave," he said, rubbing her clit faster, "my toy, my plaything, my pet, my fuck doll, my slave, my perfect little office plaything." he said, panting with excitement as he put his greatest threat in her place.

"Oh god, I'm your little office plaything," she moaned, squeezing her tits through her blouse. Moments ago Chelsea was a defiant headache ready to make his life hell, and now here she was, a soaking wet plaything practically humping at his hand. The thought of breaking her so easily made him harder than he ever had been in his life.

"My slave," he said, "You are my sex slave, and I am your master. You will do everything I say, you will obey me, you will worship me, you will serve me, and you will submit to me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," she said, nodding vigorously, "yes, I'm your obedient toy, I will worship you with all my heart and soul." Avery withdrew his fingers and spun her chair around. He hair was a sweaty, humid mess now and her eyes were wild with lust and need.

"On your knees, Chelsea," he said as he undid his belt, "prove to me how good you can worship my cock first." She stood up and dropped to her knees, her eyes fixed on his crotch as she unfastened his pants and lowered them to the floor. She opened his fly and pulled out his large, erect member, holding it between her hands.

"Master, I worship your beautiful cock, I worship your big, hard dick, I worship your manhood, I worship your power, I worsh-"

"Very good, pet," he said almost laughing, though pleased. "Now worship it without words," he said, putting a hand through her golden curls and pulling her mouth closer to his aching cocking. She complied, taking his shaft into her warm, wet mouth and sucking on it. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive underside of his head and she sucked him with vigor, moaning as she did.

"Good girl," he groaned. She was absolutely masterful, taking him all the way in without issue and working him right to the edge before slowing and bringing him back down, only to push him right to the edge of climax again. Avery could feel his orgasm building, he needed to talk fast to tie things together.

"Pet, you are doing such a good job," he said, "This is now a part of your daily duties."

"Yes, Master," she said quickly before taking him back inside her talented mouth, bobbing her head faster as she massaged him with her tongue.

"Every day that I don't have a meeting you will greet me in my office and give me the greatest blowjob you can manage."

"Mppph, ythh Msther!" Chelsea moaned happily, eyes rolling at the thought. The moaning caused the head of his cock to vibrate and he couldn't hold back any longer.

"I'm going to cum," he said, panting "and you will swallow every drop."

"Mpph," she grunted, continuing to suck him. She gripped the very base of his cock, stroking him off as she sucked and teased the head

"When I cum you will cum, and you will always cum, Do you understand?" he asked, beginning to thrust his hips forward, getting closer and closer.

"Mhm," she moaned, gulping.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, feeling his balls tighten. He couldn't last any longer and he exploded in her mouth and down her throat. Chelsea let out a muffled shriek over his cock as she greedily drank ever bit, stroking and milking his shaft for more. This time it was Avery who nearly went cross-eyed as his knees grew weak and he leaned against the table to avoid collapsing.

"Mmm, mmm, mmph!," Chelsea moaned as she swallowed, drinking down every drop. When she was done she sat back on her heels, her mouth still hanging open, panting heavily.

"That was amazing," she said, her eyes glazed over. "Thank you for making me realize my mistake, Master, I submit everything I am to you," she said, bowing.

TWO DAYS LATER

"Are all the machines set up in the right spots?" Avery asked Ashley, who sat in the chair across from him. She was awake and alert and would have seemed normal, were it not for the fact that she was completely naked and fucking herself with a dildo.

"Yes, Master," she said as she rhythmically stroked herself, "one in my office for Holly and Lisa, one in yours for Megan, and one in the kitchen for Erin, the doors will be locked and they all understand it to be an HR exercise."

"Perfect, and you can back that up, Chelsea?" he asked his newly named HR rep, who just happened to be under his desk bobbing her head up and down on his cock. She had filled the position vacated by Frank, the final other man in the office who abruptly retired to pursue a childhood dream of being a Jazz trombonist the day Avery took Chelsea.

"Yes, Master," she said breathlessly as she pulled off. "No one suspects anything, they took my requests without question, the subliminals have been working perfectly. But if I may ask, why do you want Holly and Lisa together? You could put one in my office to make things easier, Master."

"Because I'm sick of those two bickering," Avery said with a sigh, "even with her own commands to dress sexier, Lisa still scolds Holly like she's a horny school girl for the way she dresses, and Holly hasn't made it any better by deliberately flirting with clients in front of her and giving her dirty looks while she's doing it. No, it ends now," he said sternly. Both women shivered at his powerful tone.

"Yes, Master, we will help you mold them any way you wish," Chelsea said.

"Excellent," he said, patting her head affectionately as she returned to her duties, "it's time to make this office mine."