Page 4 of His To Obey

The door flew open and the light flicked on. I raised my hand shielding me from the brightness of it. My mom stood there with a shotgun and her large house coat.

“Nope, no ma’am. We aren’t going there.” My mother jerked at my hands pulling my thoughts back to the room. She reached up and wiped at the tears streaming down my cheeks.

“Sorry momma.”

“Don’t be. You make sacrifices for your children, and I don’t regret a thing. I just really want you to consider therapy Blythe. I know you need it, you always in black and it screams depressed, love.” I looked down at my outfit, and it was indeed all black. It was cute as hell but black non the less. “You witnessed so much so young and you are still going through it. A therapist can help you baby. I have been seeing one in here.” She waved her hand around the cold dingy space. The fluorescent lights flicked and caused a shadow on everyone in the room. I hated she was here. She didn’t deserve to be in here like a damn animal.

“She is great baby girl. The therapy is helping my case as well. I will hopefully be up for parole soon. Your Aunt Ruby said you have been working pretty hard on it, and I am doing my part to help. Therapy isn’t a requirement, but it does look good on paper. Let’s them know I am reformed. We both know I ain’t sorry and would do it again if I have to, but it does feel good to talk about it if it will help my case.” I smiled at her with tears peaking at my eyes. A baby started crying and we both looked over there at the family visiting.

“That’s what I want for you baby girl. A husband and children. I will be home soon, and I plan to be an excellent grandma.” I kissed the back of her hand. I wasn’t ready for marriage and children, but I will start considering it. I would do anything for my momma including give her grandbabies.

“So, tell me what’s new. Did you make partner yet?” She sat up straight in her seat and smiled at me sweetly.

“No not yet. But I am working really hard on it.” I wiped at my remaining tears and focused on my visit with my favorite lady.

“You will get it baby. I feel in my body your life is getting ready to be amazing and change forever.”

“I hope so momma.”

“I know so. You don’t get my age and not notice when a change is coming.”

“I believe you one hundred percent. But how are you really momma? Are they treating you okay in here?”

“Yes baby. The girls love me. I am like the mother bird over my pod. I’ve been showing them how to sew and make things from scratch. They done spoke about doing a workshop to make Christmas presents for their families next year. They love me child. A few of the younger ones have been showing me the social media dances, I’m getting good.” She waved her hands around and moved her hips in her seat.

“Oh my God, mom. Don’t break a hip in here trying to be coo.” We both burst out laughing.

“Girl I ain’t that damn old. I can still hang. Trust me, I got this baby. When I get out of here we are going dancing so I can show you just what I’m working with.” I laughed at her words. I needed these monthly visits. She always made me feel better. We spent the rest of our visit laughing, joking and eating junk food out of the vending machine.

When time was up and the buzzers sounded loudly alerting me that my momma was securely back behind the prison walls, I took one last look around at all the men and women standing around or gathering their things to leave. So many had tears in their eyes like they could feel my pain and understood that their sister, mother, daughter, cousin, aunt, or whoever they were visiting didn’t belong in here either. I walked to my car and cried like a baby. It was time for my momma to come home, and I was going to do everything I could to make that happen.

Chapter Three

BLYTHE

After an emotional visit with my mom, I was truly exhausted and was looking forward to the weekend. The week seemed to creep by though and it was driving me crazy. Luckily for me, while my coworkers were scrambling to get paperwork turned in and meeting with clients to meet the deadlines, I glided through my days. I didn’t have stress on top of stress like them. I learned quickly that I needed to get shit done early because my life couldn’t be chaotic. I meet with my clients’ weeks and sometimes months before to go over their profits for the fiscal year. The only thing during this week that needed to be done was recheck for any new changes and send out the clients annual requested funding.

Shit was so easy I could do it in my sleep. So much so that I was becoming bored. I doubled back on a couple of my most obedient subs a few times this week just to entertain myself. Of course, they were some of my high rollers and graced my account tremendously, so I wasn’t complaining. Here it was Friday and I was in the Venin Room for the 4th time this week. Honestly this wasn’t as satisfying as I needed it to be either. I needed spice or just something different in my life.

“Please Mistress Venin, I obey.” I smirked at the president of the largest tech company globally. The man screamed power when he walked in any room but here, he was in my playroom begging me.

I had him tied to the leather massage table that laid on the floor. His dick was standing at attention from the rope I had strapped around it all the way up to the tip. The color long turned to red from the lack of circulation and I still wouldn’t release it. He had on small electric nipple clamps that sent a jolt every thirty seconds. He was begging for me to let him cum, but he did a lackluster job satisfying me so he would have to suffer. Walking over I untied his hands and he instinctively grabbed at himself.

“Don’t fuckin’ touch it.” I seethed. “Lay your hands out above your head on the concrete.” He did as instructed, and I stepped up placing the heel of my stilettos into the palm of his hands.

“Argghhh!” He screamed out in agony from my weight crushing his hands in the sharp heels. I could hear the zap sound biting at his nipples like a mosquito in a zapper. I squatted down pressing my palms on his sculpted chest and my exposed pussy right above his lips. I swirled my hips slowly coating his round lips in my juices. He was panting heavily and inhaling my scent deep.

“You like my pussy on your lips?” I asked in a hushed seductive tone.

“Yes, mistress Venin.” He moaned out. The hotness of his breath on my kitty caused it to jump.

“Does it taste better than your wife’s pussy?”

“Y-yes, it does Mistress Venin. Can I lick it please?”

“Good boy. Yes, you may.” He leaned up slightly and swirled his tongue in my opening. Flicking fast and slow and gripping his plump lips around my clit. I moaned out in pleasure. He was gentle, the way I wanted him to do it the first time. They all learn fast. The zapping at his nipples made his dick jump and turned me on more. Pushing my pussy lips further on his full dark lips I moved faster preparing for my release. He sucked and licked faster and faster until my clit swelled and I released all over his face.

“You taste so good Mistress Venin.” He lapped at my juices coating his lips and beard.