Vox Dominus Pt. 18
A car alarm was blaring outside.
Seb groaned, blinking as daylight invaded his heavy head. He sat up in a groggy stupor, shooting a hateful glare through his window and placing a silent curse on the vehicle's owner. This had happened at least twice a month since Seb had moved into the building—either someone's car was on the fritz, or there was an incompetent and unusually persistent thief on the loose. Whatever the case, Seb hoped the saga would end soon. It was by far his least favorite way to wake up on a Saturday. At least Ben was still gone—that meant Seb would have some peace and quiet to himself while he rebooted. It was strange though: he didn't recall drinking that much at the movie night before...
His eyes snapped open as the cluttered memories clicked back into place. Last night. Sophia. The Vox. It all came hurtling back like a violently vivid dream. His heart raced, confused excitement surging through his aching body, desperate for direction. Yet as he scanned the cramped dorm room, that exhilaration began to curdle into panic.
He was alone: Sophia was nowhere to be seen.
Had he dreamt it all? Was last night just a product of his drunk, fantasy-frazzled imagination?
No, that wasn't right: his sore body and drowsy head couldn't be pinned on alcohol and wet dreams alone. It sure felt like he had been through a night of Vox-laced fucking—but if that was the case, then where was his slave?
His slave. Seb blinked, realizing how effortlessly, how naturally he had thought of her that way. Tiny chills danced from his neck to his fingertips. The sensation wasn't entirely unpleasant. Even if it was just a consequence of the Vox's influence, the thought didn't send him into an existential panic. In fact, what was so remarkable was how mundane it was. Of course he was thinking with the Vox—the Vox was a part of him. It recognizing Sophia as his slave was the same as his stomach recognizing that he was hungry. Or his cock that he was horny.
Still...her absence was concerning. Seb winced, his legs throbbing in protest as he slid off the bed and searched for his phone. He had to get in touch with Sophia. There was a chance her conditioning was incomplete or hampered in some way. It was also possible, Seb realized with a twinge of dread, that she had rejected her programming entirely. The Vox rumbled with annoyance, assuring him that the odds of that were slim. Still, it spiked his search with additional urgency.
The cool morning air pressed against his naked body as he fished through his discarded clothes. It occurred to him to throw on his bathrobe, but that too seemed to be missing. Which was strange, as he usually left it hanging on the hook right next to the d—
The door clicked open, revealing Sophia on the other side. Her eyes widened with mild, pleasant surprise as they met Seb's.
"Oh! Morning, Master," she said. "You're finally up." She stepped inside, not seeming to mind Seb's open gawking. His plastic toiletries carrier dangled in her hand, his towel draped around her neck and his bathrobe straining to contain her ample, jiggling curves as she turned and closed the door.
"G-good morning," he uttered in belated reply.
She smiled, setting the carrier and towel on his desk before undoing the cloth belt around her waist. "I hope you don't mind that I borrowed all this," she said, letting the robe slide apart without a moment's hesitation. Her bare skin glowed in the sunlight, and it took Seb a full beat to realize she was offering the robe to him and awaiting a response.
"Uh, it's all good," Seb replied, sliding his arms through the sleeves. "How are you feeling?"
"Great!" she chirped, absently running her hands up her hips and over her breasts, pausing only to tweak her already-stiff nipples. "A little horny, but I've been that way all morning. I thought about waking you up with a blowjob—y'know, classic sex-slave stuff—but I wasn't sure if you wanted to sleep longer. So I figured I'd go ahead and freshen up instead, make sure I was ready for..."Her gaze lowered slightly. "Whenever you...wanna use me again..."
Seb followed her sightline, and realized she was staring past the open robe at his hardened cock, straining the air on full display. Curiously, he didn't feel any embarrassment or anxiety as she slid to her knees, gazing up at him with open-mouthed lust. Still, there was a faint surreality clinging to the moment, a lingering sense of disbelief Seb couldn't quite shake.
"So..." Seb swallowed. "When you say 'use,' you mean..."
"My body, my mind. Anything you want." Sophia shivered. "God, just saying that made me, like, twice as horny. This is so, so crazy."
Seb hesitated, still caught between the urges to check Sophia's mental state and face-fuck her senseless. "But...crazy in a good way, right?" he ventured, gently cupping her face.
"Mm, very good," she answered, nuzzling his hand. Then as if sensing his trepidation, she tensed. "Oh, sorry, got a little ahead of myself." She stood, crossing over to his desk before bending over and spreading her legs, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she wiggled her hips. "If you'd rather just do me like this, that's fine too. Pretty sure I literally can't say 'no' at this point, so..." she laughed. Her exposed pussy glistened.
Seb took a step forward, tempted, only to hiss as his thigh muscles clenched.
"Are you okay?" his slave moved to assist him, her expression immediately awash with concern.
"It's fine," Seb collapsed into his desk chair, "Think I'm a little tapped out for the moment. Can we...just talk for a sec?"
"Sure. Whatever you want, Master," Sophia replied pleasantly. Still, as Seb collected himself, he couldn't help but notice the way she was leaning against his desk, her body squirming with restless energy, her thighs shifting and squeezing together.
"You can play with yourself if you want to," Seb offered.
His slave let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Master," she said, hoisting herself onto the desk and spreading her legs. She ran her fingers over her tongue before lowering them between her thighs, a quiet moan escaping her as she started rubbing. Still, it didn't take long for her attention to fall back onto Seb, her expression a mixture of contentment and mild curiosity that he was beginning to recognize as a slave awaiting her next orders.
"You're okay to talk like this, right?" he asked.
"Uh-huh," Sophia nodded, pausing to pinch her nipple and let a gasp of pleasure run through her. "You know I'm a great multi-tasker."
"True," Seb nodded. He did know, and that—he decided—was the source of his bemusement. Even as she had solidified as a slave in his mind, this was still definitely the same Sophia he had grown up with. In fact, even while masturbating openly for him, the tone and tenor of her voice was much closer to how it used to be, before their falling out. There was none of the uncertainty or evasiveness that had infected their more recent interactions. In a weird way, Sophia's frank acceptance of her enslavement was almost a throwback to the simple, earnest friendship they once shared. With some obvious, major differences.
Seb looked up, and realized Sophia was staring at him with a quizzical expression, even as her fingers continued their languid circuits. "Is everything okay?" she asked.
"Yeah it's just..." he exhaled. "I'm relieved that you're still you."
She paused for a moment, then smiled. "You mean you're glad I didn't end up like, lobotomized or something."
"Well, yeah," Seb admitted with a relieved laugh. "I've never gone as far as we did with the Vox before so I wasn't 100% sure what would happen. There was a part of me that was afraid you were gonna end up as, like, some kind of mindless drone."
"Mm..." Sophia bit her lip, her eyelids fluttering. "Well, I can't say I'm opposed to the idea if that's what you want..."
"Uh, that's okay. Maybe for a little bit, some time."
"I'd...I'd like...like that."
Seb paused, waiting for Sophia's eyes to open again before he spoke next. "You are still you, right?"
"Ummm...I think so?" came her halting reply. "It's kinda hard to say. I can still think on my own, but I can also tell that it's...different than how it used to be."
"In what way?"
She thought for a moment. "It's like...okay, so after I was done showering, I realized the only thing I had to dry my hair were those hand-dryers on the wall, right? And the old me, before I was your...your...hah...your slave...that version of me woulda probably just accepted the fact that I was gonna have wet hair. But this morning...I wanted to look nice for you. I wanted to...hnn...to please my Master, more than anything in the world. So I used the hand-dryers. It still felt kinda silly, and I was a little embarrassed but...when I thought about you and how...I belong to you and...how good it would feel to be used by you again...I...I..."
Seb was absently stroking his cock as Sophia's mounting pleasure eclipsed her voice. To hear his slave recount her devotion, to see her face flush and her hips twitch with the mere recollection of her service to him...what Master wouldn't be pleased?
She deserved a reward, he decided. She whimpered, as if reading his mind.
"Please Master," she begged. "I'm so close. Please please please..."
Seb smirked, the Vox humming wickedly. "You will cum for your Master," he said. "But only after you've tasted his cum first."
Instantly, Sophia's arms fell to her side. She hissed, her body quivering as she sunk to her knees before him. "You're the worst," she moaned. "I love it so much."
"Good girl," he replied as her lips closed around his cock. She moaned as it slid effortlessly inside her, her hands groping her breasts desperately as she bobbed her head up and down. Seb let out a shuddering breath, his back arching as the warmth and pleasure enveloped him. He had received Vox-induced blowjobs before, but this was different. The way Sophia gazed up at him with adoration, the way her lips, tongue, and throat all worked in perfect concert—this wasn't a drowsy thrall following a set of commands, this was a devoted slave revering her Master with every shred of her will and desire. True, there was technically a reward for her at the end. But when she popped his cock free from her drooling lips, her fingers stroking the shaft with delicate affection while her tongue worshipped his balls, Seb could tell her own pleasure wasn't the point. Or, to be more accurate: that his pleasure was her pleasure.
The realization caused his cock to twitch in Sophia's hand, a bead of pre-cum trickling onto her fingers. Her breath hitched, as though she had felt the tiny spasm of ecstasy herself. She looked up into her Master's eyes, begging for permission. He granted it with a nod.
With renewed enthusiasm, Sophia dove onto his cock, fucking her own throat like it was all she ever lived for. Her hands gripped his thighs for balance, her grasp tightening as he felt his own inner tension building. Seb threw his head back, grateful moans slipping between lustful breaths. He could feel how deep he was, inside her body, inside her mind, inside her heart. He wished the sensation could last forever. But its zenith was approaching, and he was too enraptured to stop it.
"Sophia, I—" the rest of the sentence was lost as his cock spasmed, the orgasm rocking his body as he emptied himself into his slave's eager mouth. In the same instant, he could see her own climax ravaging her senses, her body quivering in time with his, strings of cum and drool leaking from her surprised, whimpering lips as she struggled to contain it all.
Finally, she sank back onto her knees, still twitching slightly, her breath heavy and hot. Seb watched her with renewed delight and affection, basking in the lingering warmth. It felt like he would melt into the chair if he wasn't careful.
"Th-thank you Master," Sophia murmured, wiping and licking her sticky, glistening lips clean. Her eyes fell to the droplets that had escaped onto the wooden floor, and she turned away with an embarrassed laugh. "Sorry for making such a mess."
"That's alright," Seb assured her. "It was worth it. Although..." he continued, a devious thought occurring to him, "...then again, it is a slave's job to clean up after herself."
"Yes Master." Sophia nodded, turning to reach for his towel.
"Ah-ah-ah," Seb chided playfully. "Did I say you could use that?"
His slave met his gaze, realization dawning crimson on her cheeks. For a brief moment, Seb worried he had gotten carried away. Was he pushing her too far? Had his newfound power already gone to his head?
But then Sophia let out a short laugh, breaking the tension in an instant. "God, I had no idea you were so...pervy." She rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide the excited tremor in her voice, nor the renewed arousal in her breath as she crawled over to the splattered droplets on the floor, her tongue sliding free from her lips as if by instinct.
"Don't stop until it's clean," he commanded.
"Yes...Master," she said, lowering her head. "Thank you...Master."
"Good girl," Seb praised her. The sight of his slave licking the floor clean, her tongue lapping his spilled seed with the same savoring strokes that had pleased his cock...it was enough to make him hard all over again. He toyed absently with his spent cock, new life and warmth already stirring within it.
Somewhere in the room, he heard the buzz of his phone vibrating. But he paid it no mind. There were more important matters for him to attend to. And he would do so very, very thoroughly.
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Chelsea sat rigidly outside the polished oak doors, tracing the patterns in the rug and the curves in the carved wooden furniture. Cold morning light filtered in through the windows, a chilly contrast to the fake fire burning in the lobby's fireplace. No doubt the room had been designed to cultivate an atmosphere of scholarly warmth. How flimsy that façade turned out to be.
Voices murmured over her shoulder, issuing from the office on the other side of the doors. Chelsea did her best to ignore them. It wouldn't do her any good to eavesdrop: her mother had arrived with a plan, and there was nothing Chelsea nor the beleaguered head of the business school could do to stop it. Whatever they were discussing, Elise would get what she wanted. This was the way of things.
Instead, Chelsea moved her focus to the phone in her hands. It remained maddeningly silent. She had texted Master over an hour ago, and still no response. Was he deliberately ignoring her? It would make sense: Chelsea had tried to brainwash his childhood crush, after all. She wouldn't be surprised if Sophia had found a way back to Master and had blabbed about the whole experience. He probably hated Chelsea now. She couldn't blame him.
She kicked a toe into the rug, imagining it was her own stupid head. His name was "Seb," she reminded herself. Not "Master." Being in her mother's grasp again was bad enough—if she couldn't also rid herself of his influence, it would rip her apart. She had already deleted the recording and pictures from her phone, but still his presence lingered in her mind. Every time she tried to attack it, every time she forced herself to imagine a world without him, her stomach would flip and her pulse would race. Her traitorous subconscious screamed: how could she leave the man who owned her? It was unthinkable, and yet...
This was the way of things.
The door clicked open. Chelsea rose to her feet in an instant as her mother stepped through.
"It's settled," Elise stated simply, checking her watch before glancing at Chelsea. "How has your would-be suitor responded? Will we be meeting as planned?"
"He...hasn't replied yet," Chelsea answered, offering her phone.
"Hm," Elise snatched the device and scanned the screen. "Well, your little rebellions have never been the decorous types. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised."
A part of Chelsea flared up, eager to defend Master. But one glance from her mother was enough to halt to impulse. "It's possible he's still asleep," she offered unhelpfully.
"At noon? That's worse than I thought," Elise frowned. "This will throw off our entire schedule."
"His dorm isn't that far away," Chelsea pointed out. "We could go over there right now and save time."
Elise shot a glare at Chelsea. "And I suppose the fact that this would bring you into contact with him is a happy coincidence."
Chelsea swallowed. "I'm just trying to help. It's not like it really makes a difference one way or the other." She held her breath, her gaze fixed demurely on the floor as she felt her mother scan for any signs of deceit.
"Very well," Elise grimaced, pocketing Chelsea's phone. "But you are not to say a word. The sooner you forget him, the better."
"Of course," Chelsea nodded. She knew what her mother said was right.
She just didn't know if it was possible.
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Sophia rolled onto her back, gently soaking in bliss as the tremors from her last orgasm subsided. She could still feel Master's cum in her, a mark of approval that filled her with a gratified glow. It was proof that she had pleased him, proof that she was a good girl, a faithful servant to her Master's wishes.
What else could be more wonderful?
Across the room, a soft "hm" from her Master slipped through her dreamy haze. Sophia sat up, her head clearing the moment she suspected he might need her. The sensation surprised her: even though she had experienced it numerous times by now, it was still incredible how quickly her mind could melt into a helpless puddle of pleasure, only to reform and refocus at a moment's notice. It was as though the stormy currents in her brain had been shifted by a new center of gravity, the excess clashes and waves smoothed by their new, more unified flow.
Master was crouched naked by the bed, staring at his phone screen, a look of concern darkening his features.
"Is everything okay?" Sophia asked, grasping for her glasses on the nightstand.
"Yeah..." Master frowned. "I, uh, think Chelsea's been trying to contact me."
Sophia stiffened. "What does she want?"
"I'm not sure." Master ran a hand through his mussed-up hair. "She just texted saying we need to meet. Left a voicemail with the same message too."
Sophia shifted on the bed, sitting straight and resting her hands on her lap. The thought of Chelsea and Master together didn't fill her with the same worry and envy as it used to, but it still wasn't a pleasant picture. Even as Sophia knew she was Master's, and that he could see, speak to, and even hypnotize whomever he pleased, there was still a dark, adversarial aura hanging over her image of the scheming sorority queen. Chelsea couldn't be trusted near Master—no, she didn't deserve him. Not the way Sophia did.
Master arched an eyebrow, apparently reading the discomfort on her face. "Don't worry," he said. "I'm not going anywhere. She probably either wants to apologize for last night, or spin it into some new trap. Either way, I'm in no hurry to leave and find out."
Sophia exhaled, his words a soothing balm on her heart. "Thank you, Master," she said, laying on her side and arching one leg to expose her still-dripping pussy. "I promise to make it worth it," she added with a playful smirk.
Master laughed, sending tickling bubbles through her head. "Don't I know it," he said, standing and stretching, his hard cock a bobbing red beacon for her eager eyes. "But I think I need something to eat before I pass out. You probably do too."
As if on cue, Sophia's stomach growled. She blushed, wondering if Master had that much control over her. Then she reasoned it was probably a coincidence. Then she decided she didn't care.
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