"Come on in," came a voice from behind a large oak door. Avery opened it and took a seat across from his boss and patiently waited for her to end her phone call.
Avery was an agent at a small, out-of-the way branch of a large insurance company. He was a good worker, had a friendly dispossession, and everyone seemed to like him. Beyond that, though, Avery was also an amateur inventor who had spent time studying both electronics and psychology, and was putting the finishing touches on a new device, his take on a sound machine.
While plenty of people that utilized sound machines for sleeping, he had been taking advantage of his small office's need for more privacy, so he provided multiple to the office free of charge. The female dominated office had been grateful, but all were unaware that Avery had been putting subliminal messaging in the sounds, attempting to program thoughts and responses into their unaware minds.
Most of the suggestions were minor, making them like him and trust him more, making the busty receptionist wear more revealing clothes, giving their sweet little college intern Erin a growing crush on him, and they had been very successful. The two other men in the office had received non-stop sublimal pushes to leave and follow their true passions in life, and after a few weeks Avery was the only remaining man. These were all comparatively minor next to the more intense instructions in the one sitting on the floor next to his bosses closed door. His first true test would be Ashley, his dark-haired, blue-eyed beauty of a boss.
"Good morning, Avery,"Ashley said, finally hanging up her phone and getting up to go grab a folder in a cabinet on the other side of the room. "How was your weekend?"
"Oh, it was nice." Avery replied, smiling at her pleasantly. Avery couldn't help but admired the way her full, firm ass looked in her tight black slacks. "How was yours?"
"Pretty boring," Ashley said with a shrug as she took her seat.
"Well, maybe things are about to get more interesting."
"How so?" Ashley asked, sitting down in her chain, eyebrows creased with curiosity.
"Well, I need to talk to you, but I don't want to be overheard, can I put the sound machine on?" he asked, gesturing to the little white circular device on the floor by the door.
"Sure, it works great by the way," she said as she flipped on the outlet, bringing the sound of white noise to life.
"Great!" Avery replied, happy she had been using it. "There's actually another setting I haven't shown you yet, allow me."
Avery reached down and hit a couple buttons in a specific order and the white noise turned into soothing waves. Avery looked at Ashley's face and was thrilled with the response. Ashley had been leaning forward in her chair, curiosity on her face, but now she was quickly leaning back, arms falling loose at her side as though she was deflating.
"Holy shit," Avery thought, "it works even better than I could have hoped!"
Ashley's eyes were blinking rapidly, those blinks growing longer and slower with ever flutter. She almost looked drugged, with a small, dopey smile on her face. The subliminals, programmed to make her docile, relaxed, and receptive to pleasure were working.
"How's that, Ashley?" Avery asked, staring at his beautiful boss as her petite frame grew more limp and sank into her chair.
"That'sss...sssso good, Avery," she said slowly in a drowsy voice. "It feelssssss like I'm floating."
