White Noise

I don't know when I stumbled across it, but it gave me a glow of excitement that I hadn't experienced before. I didn't know at the time but the subtle tweaks of pitch and tone to the audio I had created while working late after everyone else had left the studio that night was the key to unlocking a power that I never thought could be possible.

I had come across a few YouTube videos talking about subliminal messages a while ago and it had peaked my interest that people could lose weight or give up smoking just by plugging into apparent white noise and that is where I pushed on with my own refinement.

It started as a tool to help me lose weight. Since getting married 11 years ago I had put on four stone and was spiraling into a health emergency if it did not get checked pretty quickly so any avenue (apart from eating right and putting the work in) would be explored in detail.

Here I was after two weeks of playing my new track to myself, nearly a stone down and no cravings for junk food and alcohol. It was easy.

With everything that is effective though, from the Internet to social media or mobile phones it was prime for use to corrupt and that is where the urge took me.

Hayley was beautiful. Slim, short, toned with olive skin and long straight dark hair that framed her symmetrical face beautifully. Her perma-pout lips always adorned with a light pink lipstick gave you the urge to push something in-between them and that was a fantasy that many of the men in the office would no doubt have indulged in.

She was engaged and in perfect shape for her wedding (a month away) and always dressed like the rocket that she was. Tight, slim fitting pencil dresses and heels that accentuated her smooth legs perfectly.

She would never have paid an interest to me and why should she? She was 24 and out of everyone's league in the office and I was ten years older, married and out of shape. If only there was something that could change that...

I picked my moment carefully. A Friday afternoon and our side of the office was quiet. Only she and I were within 20 metres of anyone else. I could see she was struggling to concentrate so like the good guy I was I offered my help:

"Hayley, are you ok? You look like you can't get your head down properly on those briefs. Is Friday afternoon getting on top of you?" I asked helpfully.

"Yeah." She replied "I just need to get this pitch sent before close of play but I've got dress fittings later for the wedding and one of my bridesmaids needs alterations. I'm a bit in my own head about everything."

This was it. I passed her my old iPod that I had uploaded the track onto.

"Stick this in your ears." I offered as subtly as I could. "It's a white noise audio project I have been working on. It'll help you block out what you don't need and focus on what's important. Plus, it's on an iPod so no screen or apps to add to the distractions."

She gave me a sideways look at the old technology I was offering as a solution but took it from my hands. And with a courteous "thanks!" Stuck the ear buds in.

All I had to do now was wait...

I was nervous the following morning. I always got in before Hayley so I could watch her movements and see what affect (if any) it had had on her. I weighed things up in my mind: what if she figured out what it was? Was I about to get an HR call? Is this the beginning of the end for me? Should I come clean.

I was still panicking and sweating at my desk when the beautiful hourglass figure of the Essex beauty sauntered up towards my desk before opening my hand and dropping a pair of navy blue lace panties into it and walking off.

I quickly stuffed them into my pocket, my heart pounding. It had worked! Here I was at my desk with my smoking hot co-worker's worn underwear on my person rather than covering her modesty.

Nobody in the office had a clue that under that beautifully tailored dress she was naked and (by the feel and smell of the underwear) horny as could be.

I had implanted the command for her that I needed to look after her panties while she was at work and that she shouldn't mention it to anyone as a test. I had also added one or two other requests. Working late tonight and an understanding that I knew what was best for her in all situations.

This was going to be an eventful evening.

The last of the management staff headed for the exit and there was just the two of us in the office. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Heather - my wife - knew I was working late so had gone to her sister's to eat so there was no pressure on time. I could have as long as I wanted or needed and I intended to take my time.

Waiting for Hayley to make a move was excruciating. A part of me still did not believe that it had worked and this would all somehow come crashing down in a moment.

Then, without warning, she pushed back her office chair and walked over - heels clicking - to my desk.

"Thanks so much for looking after my panties for me. I really appreciate you doing that for me."

She said it so matter of factly like it was an every day occurrence for an engaged woman to hand over her intimate items of clothing to someone who, until now she had barely had a meaningful conversation with.

"That's no problem Hayley. I'm happy to help." I replied. "I think it would be best for your concentration if this was an every day deal don't you think?'

I could see the confusion in her face at that request. It was almost as if she could see the unusual nature of what was being asked of her. Eventually, the inner conflict seemed to settle and she nodded in agreement.

"You do know what is best for me after all and if you think it will help me concentrate better at work then I think it will definitely be a good idea."

The words were music to my ears. It was the green light I had been hoping for. I could request anything of her and as long as the request came from me she would comply without hesitation.

A raft of uncontrollable thoughts raced through my head about who else I could use this track on and what else I could have then do but I settled myself to focus on the matter in hand.

"You know Hayley, I think sitting on my knee and letting me feel your body will help with those pre-wedding stresses you have been experiencing." I stated.

"Let's go over to the sofas and I can release some of that tension you have been experiencing. It will be really good for you to relax a bit."

Hayley smiled, her resistance fading away. Just 24 hours ago this request would have repulsed her but now, without a hint of a second thought she headed for the sofa area by the office doors and slid her perfectly toned ass onto my waiting lap.

The feeling was incredible. Heather had not excited me for a few years now. I felt we were just going through the motions at home. Sex had dwindled from a few nights a week to weekly. Now as I sat here, running my hand up the freshly shaven and moisturised leg of a 24 year old goddess, I thought and struggled to remember the last time I had been in an intimate situation. This was all going to change now though.

I had the freedom of her body. My hands greedily groped at her ass as a soft moan of arousal escaped her lips. I could see the confusion on her face still as if she was puzzled about why her body and mind seemed to be giving her different yet similar messages. I had to put that confusion to bed.

"You love the idea of me controlling you." I said firmly.

"You need this. You need to submit your mind and body to me. You will listen to my track while at work each day to compound your submission to me. Being used and owned by me is the only thing that turns you on.

You will look for excuses to avoid sexual contact with your fiancee. You will instead sneak off in your house and masturbate while thinking of me using you for my own sexual gratification."

My hand had sneaked up her expensive dress by this point and two fingers had entered her shaved vagina. My thumb traced it's way over her hard clit as she leant her beautiful head on my shoulder and moaned again.

"Who owns you?" I whispered in her ear.

"You do." She replied faintly through her heavy breathing as she reacted to my fingers pressing further into her moistening twat.

"You live to please me now. That's what's best for you. My satisfaction fuels you. Tell me this is what you want."

"It is. Use me. You know what is best for me."

I removed my fingers from her folds and brought them up to her mouth. Instinctively she took them between her lips, sucking her juices from them.

At any stage a co-worker could return to the office to retrieve a forgotten bag or personal item and my career could well be over but I was in too deep now and my urges were controlling my behaviour.

I had to feel those lips. My cock strained against my trousers as I commanded her first to get to her feet and then to drop to her knees. She obeyed without a thought.

Brushing her sleek brown hair behind her left ear, I let my body language dictate my request and she responded immediately. Hayley reached for my belt buckle and removed my trousers from the waist dropping them to my ankles before taking my rock hard dick into her warm waiting mouth.

I rolled my head back on the sofa as the feeling of ecstasy flooded through me. I was attached by the cock to the mouth of the sexiest colleague I had ever had. Her life had a new purpose and she was going to achieve her goals no matter what.

"Don't take your eyes off me." I reminded her sternly as her cheeks hollowed out around my cock.

Those lips that I had fantasised about in meetings were not disappointing as they slid up and down my length providing wave upon wave of forbidden pleasure.

Taking her mouth off my dick for a second to suck my balls, Hayley's beautiful engagement ring sparkled in the light as she pumped away with her fist causing me to close in on an orgasm.

Maybe I'd get her to sell it and give me the cash, telling her cuck of a fiancee she had lost it down a sink or something. That was for another time. For now I looked deeply into the eyes of a woman due to be married in just weeks as she worked my cock with her beautiful mouth.

I felt my cum on the verge of erupting so I pulled out of her pushing her back onto the floor.

Standing near the entrance way to the office, I aimed my rock hard cock at my new lover's beautiful face and painted it with ropes of cum.

I can't remember how many times it shot out but her face and hair were covered in my sticky seed.

Lying back onto the sofa I instructed Hayley to clean her face but not her hair. I wanted her to brush the cum caught in that through her hair so as my mark would be left on her all night.

Thanking me for using her, she quietly got up to leave the office. But before she could I added my phone number to her contacts.

"Listen carefully." I said. I want sexy pictures sending to me when you get home and I don't care how you take them as long as they keep coming."

"Keep it quiet from your fiancee. He doesn't need to know. We can decide what we do with him tomorrow."

With that, the Essex beauty slid down the stairs and off to her apartment. I cleaned my desk and picked up my car keys to head home myself.

As I pulled up on the drive of the house I owned with my wife, my phone lit up. It was the first of many pictures of Hayley in varying states of undress. I was going to have a lot of fun with her...