His To Obey

Chapter One

BLYTHE

“Say it!” My voiced echoed off the concrete walls.

I didn’t use a forced or exaggerated tone, just authoritative.

Just enough to make him understand I meant every word.

I raised the leather whip and sent it hard against his back.

The snapping sound radiated through the dimly lit space of my basement playroom.

I stood over him wearing my signature black attire.

I wore a thick leather belt strap bra that barely covered my nipples.

My full D cup breast sat perky tucked away.

My black thong with fishnet stocking and heels were tall as skyscrapers sculpted my ass and legs perfectly.

My face mask fit my round face perfectly and gave me the mysterious aspect I was looking for.

I felt so sexy and empowered watching my latest victim scream out in agonizing pleasure.

It was thrilling watching the men of power in the real world obey my every command in the Venin Room.

And yes, I said victim, that’s what they were to me, and I hardly ever had the same one twice unless they begged or I needed them on my roster.

Of course, I created some regulars, but they served a purpose and most of them paid well for my services.

I wanted to laugh at the sexy but very pathetic man before me.

He was trying so hard not to break under my command, but he would soon.

They all do. He was panting uncontrollably and his body shook.

He was trying to recover from the lashing I placed on his firm round ass and muscular back side.

Welts were visibly present and I had to give myself a pat on the back for my handy work without even breaking a sweat.

He had over twenty lashes on his back and legs, and my breathing was as normal as if I was enjoying a morning coffee.

My daily sprints on the treadmill and my weekly Pilates classes at ‘Stretched Perfection’ were paying off.

Feeling slight empathy for the waste of space strapped down like a disobedient animal, I decided to grab an ice cube from the silver bucket placed neatly in my ‘mercy kit’ next to all my “good boy” toys.

My heels clicked against the concrete floor as I stepped to him.

I rubbed the cold ice against his swollen wounds, the cold water mixed in with his perspiration caused the droplets to drip down his oiled body.

I discovered oiled skin allows welt and bruising to disappear faster with moisturized skin.

I wasn’t completely heartless I would leave his flesh intact as best as I could.

His body flinched like I knew it would and he let out a hissing sound through clinched teeth from the pain mixed with pleasure of the soothing ice cubes.

He relaxed his head against the leather cushion of the x cross I had him bound to.

He was tired and worn out but refused to say the words that would allow him his release sexually and physically. He was enjoying the pain.

I wasn’t hard to please. Only simple rules must be followed when you entered The Venin room.

Number one: Kneel at the threshold and crawl to me, the only way to move around would be on your knees, no exceptions.

Number Two: You must show me you are a good boy and give my kitty the attention she deserves when she wants it.

If your licks are too rough, you bite me, you touch me with your hands, or you suck my shit too hard you get strapped to the cross and I whip you until you regret it.

And Number Three: The most important rule of them all.

Any man that makes it past my threshold must say the words “I obey” before I give him the best orgasm he has ever had in his life.

It’s simple. They follow my rules I give them the very pleasure they are seeking when they discover my services.

I am so skilled in what I do that I never had to put this pussy or mouth on them to have them releasing buckets of built-up semen.

But the man before me loved the thrill of me whipping him til my arm felt like it would come out of socket.

Nasty ass fucker. I’m sure his ass already nutted in the leather gripper I had securely over his dick and balls.

I met him at the mayor’s annual ball a couple nights ago.

He was sexy in his tailored suit and bow tie.

His wife clung to his arm like the happiest woman alive.

They shook hands, smiled and laughed with everyone around.

They screamed happy couple, but I knew better.

The way his eyes kept wandering over to me.

Drifting from my exposed thigh up to my full breast spilling out of the black dress with green beaded sequence I was wearing.

He never looked for long, because as soon as our eyes would meet, he would quickly look away.

All I could do was smile. Most men couldn’t hold my gaze.

It was like they were afraid of me but intrigued at the same time.

That was the way I liked it. I had full control that way and that was the only way I operated was in control.

When the party became dull and I had enough of the phony laughs and terrible music, I downed my blowjob cocktail and made my way toward the exit.

Not before walking by mister sexy in the bow tie and slipping my card in his jacket pocket discreetly.

He would call when he discovered it, they always called.

And here he was in my playroom, weak in the knees.

Stepping back I lifted the whip in my left hand and came down hard against his numb skin.

He screamed out in agony. I knew that one hurt, good.

I am left-handed so I usually use my right hand to be slightly gentler.

But I was done showing mercy, he would break and I would send him back to his miserable ass life all bruised and swollen.

“Say it and I will let you go, Counselor.” His head shot up at that revelation, panic on his face.

He requested discretion and I would give him that, but he first had to do what I said or all bets were off.

Yes, I knew every man that I invited into the Venin room.

I needed dirt on them in case they ever try to play on my top.

Pictures, files and videos were already uploaded on my computer.

All I have to do is hit send. Blackmail seems harsh but since I rarely wore a mask in public, only in this room.

I needed to protect my image and job. My discretion was just as important as theirs.

“Say it.” My voice way softer this time, like velvet.

I leaned around him and slowly loosened the leather gripper he was wearing firmly around his large and rather impressive erection. Massaging gently, I allowed feeling to circulate back into his nuts. He moaned out gently like he was relieved.

“You like that?” I asked in a seductive tone.

“Mmm, yes Mistress Venin.” stopping abruptly, I backed away from him.

He wouldn’t get off that easy. Walking back over to the table that held the bucket I lifted my remote and hit record on the camera hidden above us.

It was always live, but I needed this part recorded for what I was getting ready to do.

I grabbed my metal vibrating anal plug and moved back in his direction.

Turning it on I rubbed the sharp tip on his wounds. I inched closer and closer to his anus.

“Hey now, stop playing. I don’t do stuff up my butt.

I told you that.” I laughed out loud and continued my slow agonizing descent to his opening.

Yes, my rules were laid out, and they were able to add their rules and absolute no’s, but this was my play place.

I didn’t give a fuck about your hard no’s if you didn’t follow my rules.

“I’m serious. Shit stop playing.” His legs were bound and spread wide, so I had the perfect opportunity to slip it in.

“Say it.” I whispered in a low mellow tone.

I was screaming with excitement on the inside.

The dam was breaking and I had him right where I wanted him.

This part always gave me satisfaction, and I could cum damn near just on the thrill alone.

“Say it.” I brought the tip to his opening and turned up the speed.

Applying pressure, he clutched down trying to avoid it entering him.

He wouldn’t be a match for me and he knew it.

“Shit, okay. Okay. I obey. Shit I obey, Mistress Venin.” Smiling wide. I backed up satisfied. He sighed with relief. I walked back over and grabbed his dick and balls squeezing tight, digging my stiletto nails in his flesh.

“The next time I tell you to say it, you will do it much faster or I won’t show you any mercy.” I spoke with venom laced in my tone. For him there would definitely be a next time. He needed to be trained, and I was just the one to do it.

“Aww fuck, yes Mistress Venin.”

“And since you didn’t want to follow the rules, pleasure won’t come after pain.

You will learn quickly Counselor, I can be your greatest fantasy if you behave.

” He nodded quickly. I released him from his restraints, and he kissed the back of my hand in an apologetic effort.

I patted his head and stood back allowing him to dress.

He put back on his suit and got down on his knees.

Walking him to the door I shut it before he was out of it fully.

He was interesting to say the least. Who knew a man of his age would give me such a run for my money. I liked it though, sometimes a challenge was just what I needed. A reminder that I can make even the most empowered man break. It was an ego boost for sure.

Turning around I was met with the silence of the space I created.

It was a well-built space, and I took my time creating it just the way I wanted it.

But the silence felt loud tonight. Sighing deep I unbuckled my leather belted bra and removed my heels.

I reached for the remote and turned off the cameras and turned on music.

I stood in the full-length mirror admiring my naked body.

Being a chubby kid, I appreciated how far I had come and how my body curved perfectly.

I ran a finger over the scar on my left side.

It ran from my pelvic bone up to my armpit.

I had a snake tattooed perfectly over it and you could only see it if you were really looking.

Tears came to my eyes at the thought of the scar, but I quickly wiped them away. I didn’t want to be in my head tonight.

Slipping on my dark green robe and house slippers I sent a text to my clean-up crew. I locked up and headed up the private elevator to my penthouse suite. I was exhausted and starving.

I ordered wings and fries, before showering and retreating to my plush couch in my suite.

This was my life in a nutshell. When I wasn’t dominating men as Mistress Venin, I was Blythe Livingston, accountant at my firm and a bonafide bitch.

I spent a lot of time alone. If I wasn’t visiting my mom or spending time with my best friend, I was here cozy in my skin.

I liked it this way. I was in control and nothing would change that.

Hours later I was still wide-awake half watching Law and Order SVU and sipping a glass of wine.

I decided to jump on social media, which was something I hardly ever did.

But I was bored and couldn’t sleep, so my idle mind turned into idle hands and I scrolled through.

I was looking at all the people I went to high school and college with.

It was kind of irritating to see all the pretending like life was sweet and normal when I knew most were cheating, drowning in debt and downright miserable.

I couldn’t stand the pretenders, and I rolled my eyes a million times at the mess.

This was part of the reason I wasn’t on it often, because it irritated me most of the time.

The other reason was because I tried to keep a low profile.

My lifestyle mainly but I did like to see what the world was up to here and there.

I also used it for research purposes as well.

I searched up Counselor Rosewood’s profile and clicked on it.

I had to admit he was very handsome for his age; he was just a selfish individual.

I looked through all his family photos. He had two beautiful daughters that just graduated from college and a son that was following closely in his footsteps.

His wife was a bombshell even in her mature years.

She could have been a model on the cover of magazines if you asked me.

His family looked so picture perfect to the naked eye.

And yet I knew the truth, he literally just left on his hands and knees.

I didn’t understand how a man could have everything and still greedily want more.

How could he be in my playroom begging for me to please him when he had the greatest pleasure.

A successful career, amazing family and a loving supportive wife.

He had what most begged for. My family consisted of my mother, my aunt and myself right now.

I would love to have more but life was cruel to the deserving.

So often I wanted to shut down the Venin Room because I felt bad for what I may be doing to families but then there are other times when I’d say fuck them and continue to torture men.

That usually outweighed everything. I was providing a service.

If it wasn’t me doing it, it would be someone else so I might as well be the one benefiting from it.

If they didn’t care about their lives and family, why should I.

I was two years into his post, admiring all the family events and vacations when I noticed a post with who I thought could be a familiar face.

I actually noticed a couple photos of the counselor, his wife, and a couple people from my firm.

How ironic that he was already in the circle of people I would be forcing him into soon.

Like I said, the men I allowed in my space served a purpose.

I would need to remember to follow up with my colleagues later about how they knew him.

Just as I was preparing to exit out of the social sites and take my ass to bed a message bubble popped up. The user didn’t follow me and I didn’t follow them. The profile name was Wild One, so I assumed it was spam, but I opened it anyway.

WildOne212: Hey.

WildOne212: You are still so beautiful.

WildOne212: I will see you soon, gorgeous.

I clicked on the profile, and nothing was there, no pictures, no tags, nothing. It was really strange, but it could have very well been spam. Shrugging it off I closed out of the app and took my ass to bed. If someone did plan to see me soon, they’d better be ready to see my baby pearly too.