Roarin' Fire's Poetry - It's Up To You by Kodi Wolf

It's Up To You

by Kodi Wolf

Character Disclaimer: This is a work of fantasy, and the events portrayed are fictitious, but the characters are real, and any resemblance to real people is completely intentional.

Violence Warning: A pseudo-rape is portrayed, but the parties involved are consenting.

Sex Warning: The following fantasy contains a love/sexual relationship between two consenting adult women involved in BDSM. If you are under 18 years of age, or if this type of story is illegal in the state or country in which you live, please go away.

Author's Notes: My girlfriend (Roarin' Fire, in case you missed that part) and I had been talking a lot about going further in our slave/Master relationship. I have experience, while most of her understanding comes from reading fictional books, so she had a lot of questions and a lot of fears. She wasn't sure what I was expecting or what I wanted from her. Talking about it didn't seem to help, and we talked a lot; we still talk about what we want from each other. But I decided to write out one of my fantasies for her, since visuals seem to work best for her (and I'm a bard; what else am I going to do? :)). In response, I got the poem titled Your Fantasy, which made me wetter than my own fantasy (it's the submission; gets me every time).

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You come home from work. Even as you open the door, you can smell that I've had a shower. You expect to have to go to the office to say hello to me, but I greet you at the door in my usual attire: absolutely nothing. You grin and move to hug me, but I stop you. You're hurt, but then I tell you what I want. I want you to undress for me. Slowly. Caress your skin, pinch your nipples, squeeze your breasts, moan for me when you do it.

You're not sure what to expect. You don't know what I have planned. But you agreed to be my slave. You agreed to obey me in everything.

When you've removed all your clothing, I look at you. You can see the hunger in my eyes. You have to know I want you. I want you to feel my need. I want you to know how much pleasure I take in owning you.

You grin nervously. I know you're a little uncomfortable with my scrutiny. You're shy and I love that about you. But I'm ready to move on. I tell you to take a shower. When you're done, you will come to me in my office and stand facing me. You are not to speak or attempt to get my attention. When I'm ready, I'll tell you what's next.

You nod your acceptance. But I can tell you want a hug, a kiss, some kind of touch. I deny you. I want you to crave me. I want you to be starved for me and then to be grateful should I decide to give you what you want.

I walk to my office and you follow me, turning when you reach the bathroom door. I sit down at the computer and go back to what I was working on. I hear the shower turn on and know you will make sure you are thoroughly clean for me.

A little while later, you come out of the bathroom. You walk into the office and take your place by my side. I don't look up. I don't even acknowledge your presence. You know I must know that you are there, but still, you're unsure. You try to inconspicuously clear your throat. I don't even flinch.

I know you hate to be ignored. It brings out your insecurities. And now it's giving you time to think. Maybe I don't love you. Maybe I don't want you. Maybe you'll disappoint me. Maybe you don't really want this. Maybe you won't make a good slave.

Your legs are starting to feel a little stiff from standing in one position. You start to fidget, moving back and forth. You really want to sit down. You've had a long day at work. Don't I know this? Is this some kind of torture? Am I just going to ignore you and make you stand all night?

I speak without looking at you. I tell you to squeeze your breasts for me. Squeeze them hard. Pinch your nipples, too. I want you to pinch them hard enough to make you whimper, grunt, groan, moan. I want to know what you're doing to yourself without having to look. I never stop what I'm doing at the computer.

You hesitantly bring your hands up and begin doing as I asked. You try to squeeze them hard, but I know it's not nearly as hard as you can take it. I tell you to squeeze them harder. I want to hear you whimper. I want to hear that it hurts. You tell me it does. I tell you not enough. You try to do as I've asked.

The sounds you're starting to make are distracting me. That's what I wanted. I didn't want to be able to concentrate on the computer. I want to hear that tone in your voice that tells me you're starting to wish I would make it stop. You're starting to think that you'd do anything for me if only it were my hands on your breasts.

I save my work and shut down the programs. I turn off the monitor and turn to you. I stand and step close to you. The backs of your hands almost touch my breasts as you move them to torment your own. I watch for a minute. There's distress on your face and you're still grunting from the pain I'm forcing you to cause yourself.

Then I tell you to stop. You let your hands go back to your sides. Your breasts must be throbbing. They're red and I can see imprints left from your fingers. I want to attack your mouth. I know you want me to. You're swaying on your feet as you stare into my eyes.

I reach up my hands and begin gently massaging your breasts. I pinch your nipples a little and scrape my fingers over the tips. Your breathing tells me you like what I'm doing. But I want more. I pinch your nipples hard between my fingers. Your face flinches and I do it again. Harder. I squeeze your entire breasts in my hands until the flesh is squishing out from in between my fingers. The expression on your face, the sounds you make, tell me you don't think you can take much more. It hurts. But we've barely even started.

I gesture with my head and move you with my hands to back you up against the closet door. I want you pinned. As soon as your back is against the wall, I kiss you. It's light, barely touching, but I quickly press my mouth hard against yours and push my tongue into your mouth. You try to kiss me back, but I pull away. I shake my head and tell you no. I want you to suck on my tongue. And if you try to take control of the kiss again, you'll be punished.

I don't think you were expecting that. You're used to giving as much as you get. You're used to doing what you want, rather than what I want. But your body isn't yours anymore. It's mine. I own you and I will do with you as I please. And at the moment, it pleases me to have you suck my tongue. This isn't a problem for you, though, since you love my tongue anyway.

I offer you my tongue and you take it into your mouth. You suck on it, gently at first, but the pressure increases. I bring it back into my mouth and begin kissing you again, moving my tongue all around your mouth, tasting you. I get chills from kissing you. Your mouth is so wet, so soft, so intoxicating.

My hands are still on your breasts and I squeeze with the rhythm of the kiss. I pinch your nipples and keep increasing the pressure until I get you to moan into my mouth. I answer you, my own whimpers showing you only a small percentage of my actual need for you.

I remove my left hand from your breast and slide it along your body to the back of your neck. I grab your hair and hold you in place. You keep trying to move your head with the kiss, but I pull harder. With time, you'll learn to take what I give and to give me what I want. You relax and begin accepting my control. I can't stop kissing you.

I imagine pushing my fingers inside of you and hearing you moan. I remember what it was like when I watched you suck on my cock. I know I'm wet. I don't have to feel it to know I'm probably dripping.

I want you on your knees and sucking on my cock. But I know that might be difficult for you. I pull back from our kissing. Your eyes are glazed. I smile through my own haze of lust. I have to remind myself to take it slow, to build up to what I want from you.

I step back and release your hair and breast. I take your hand and guide you to the bedroom. I give you a choice. You can sit on the bed, or you can kneel on the pillows I place on the floor. I leave the decision up to you. I want to hurt you, but not like that.

I tell you to stay in the room and I go to the bathroom. I pull my cock on and adjust it to where I want it. I make sure my hair isn't being pulled and then I return to you. I stand in front of you and take your head in my hands. I tell you I want to see your mouth on my cock. I tell you I'm going to teach you how I like it, what I like to see.

I tell you I love what you do, but there are certain things I love more than others. Like I want you to hold the base of it with your own hands so that my hands are free to hold onto your head and grip your hair. I want to see you kiss the tip of my cock. I want to see you touch it with your lips closed and then take it slowly into your mouth. I want to see you French kiss the head, rolling your tongue around it and sucking on it like a Popsicle or a lollipop. I want to see your head bob up and down as you work the head of my cock in and out of your mouth.

You begin doing what I've asked. I can almost feel your tongue on my cock. Watching you on my cock is thoroughly arousing. I want to start fucking your mouth, but we haven't worked on that yet.

I tell you I want to see you lick it. You release the head from your mouth and lick from where your fingers start until you reach the tip. Then you suck my cock back into your mouth. I tell you I want to hear you moan. I want to hear that you like what you're doing.

I want to come. If I could be granted only one wish at this moment it would be for my cock to be real, so that I could feel your lips, your tongue, the pressure of your mouth sucking on me.

You alternate between licking and sucking as I watch. My hands are on your head and I can feel you moving up and down on my cock. I tell you to stop, but to keep my cock in your mouth. We're going to try something a little different. I grip your hair in my fingers and hold you still. I tell you to relax your jaw, but keep your lips pressed to my cock. You don't need to worry too much about your teeth grazing me, but I want to be able to move smoothly.

I tell you not to worry. I tell you to place your hands on my wrists. If you feel like I'm going too deep, or like you can't breath, just tighten your grip and I'll ease off. Just breathe through your nose, nice and slow.

I move my hips a fraction of an inch and push into your mouth. It takes so much willpower to go slowly, but the restraint only increases my arousal. The trust you're showing in me is worth more to me than anything. I don't want you to fear me. At least, not in that way. I want you to be afraid of disobeying me, but I don't want you to think I'm careless or that you can't trust me to keep you safe.

I continue to move slowly in and out of your mouth. I slow down even more when I go deeper. I grip your head with one hand and use the other to caress your face, your forehead, scratch the back of your neck before I hold on again.

I'm pushing it, I know. I watch you intently. How deep can you take it this first time? I've seen you take half my cock into your mouth before. Your facial reactions tell me I can't go much further than that yet, so I don't. I don't want you to have a bad experience the first time out. I know how deep I can go now, so I speed up my movements. I don't go too fast, but I want you to know I'm taking your mouth.

If there were a way to increase my physical stimulation to the same level that my visual stimulation is at, I'd come in a heartbeat. I'm moaning. I've been moaning in between giving you instructions. I want this to last forever, but it's time to move on to other things.

I slowly slide my cock out of your mouth and you work your jaw to try to get rid of the ache. I tell you to go brush your teeth and wash your face. That cream scent from the dildo gives me a headache and I want to be able to kiss you.

You get up and do as you're told. While I wait, I try to decide what to do next. I know what I want, but I have to admit to myself I'm unsure. You've told me you like some pain. I've seen that you do. You trust me. I don't want to break that trust. You love me. I don't want to hurt you.

But I want to rape you. I know you hate that term. But I don't know any other way to describe it. I want to force you. I want to take you. But I want to know you want me to do those things. I want to know you'll still love me afterwards. I want to know you're okay with taking the pain. That you do it because you want to, because you like it.

There's only one way to find out if this is a place I can take you to.

You finish in the bathroom and come back to the bedroom. I ask you if you're willing to take pain for my pleasure. I know you're unsure. You want to ask what kind of pain, but I think you know I won't tell you. I need your trust. And your complete obedience. But it has to be of your own free will. I need you to give yourself to me.

You nod. When things have gone bad before, I've been there to make it better. I won't leave if things go bad again.

I get the black leather cuffs. I turn you around and fasten them around your wrists so that your hands are somewhat behind your back, but are still mostly at your side. I know your shoulder couldn't take it if your arms were pulled back too far. I just don't want you to be able to use your hands for anything. I want you to know you're at my mercy.

I walk you into the kitchen. The air conditioner is on and it's cold, but I don't care. I bring the K-Y, the clothespins, a towel, and the bullet vibe with us and put them on the table. I turn you around to face me. I tell you I'm going to rape your ass. I tell you it's going to hurt because I'm not going to go slow. I'm going to use plenty of K-Y so that your muscles won't be able to resist me, but your ass is still going to ache from the sudden fullness of my cock in it and it's going to feel like it's too much, but you've taken it before and you will take it now.

I know you're scared. But that's what I want now. I tell you that no matter what you say, I'm not going to stop. I'll know if I'm really damaging you as opposed to just causing you intense pain.

I tell you I want you to tell me to stop. I want you to cry and I'm going to do my best to make that happen. I want you to tell me it hurts, that you can't take anymore. I don't want you to try to keep it in. If you really want to please me, you'll let me know exactly what you're feeling, including if you're totally getting off on me fucking you like this.

I use my finger and feel your clit. You're wet and it feels so good on my finger. I rub you a little and you move your pussy to try to push against my hand. I think about sliding my fingers up your cunt and I wonder how many I could force inside you. I've had four fingers in your ass before and now four in your vagina. Next time, I tell myself.

I pick up the clothespins and carefully place them on your nipples. You tell me when the sensation is strong enough. I look at the clock and count off fifteen minutes so that I'll know when I have to remove the clamps. I tug on them a little and grab your head to pull you into a kiss. I tug a little more during the kiss to get a gasp or a moan from you. Either will satisfy me.

I turn you around and bend you over the table. I pick up the little vibe and keep the lower half of your body up so that I can secure the thing between your legs. I turn it on and I move it until you tell me you're happy with its placement. I leave it on the lowest setting and then push you down onto the table to keep it in place. The table is cold against your skin and presses the clothespins into your breasts.

I pick up the K-Y. I pop the cap and squeeze out a good-sized amount onto my fingers. I set the tube on the table and then spread your butt cheeks so that I can apply the lubricant to your anus. I try to push a little of it inside, but spread most of it around your opening. You grunt a little at the chilliness of the lube, but that's all.

I pick up the tube again and squeeze several lines onto my cock. I put the tube back down and begin spreading it all over my cock until there's easily a sixteenth of an inch coating the entire thing. I want no resistance.

I wipe my hands off on the towels and then position myself at the entrance to your ass. I know your tense. I look at the clock. I tell you that you only have to endure my cock for less than fifteen minutes. I know you can take that much. You nod a little, but I know you're still scared. You know it's going to hurt.

You feel the head of my cock pressed against your anal opening. I wait a moment to prepare myself and then I push forward, hard. Normally, I would go slowly. I would let your ass get accustomed to the idea. I would let you relax. I would let you set the pace. But not this time.

Your ass is tight and doesn't want to let me in. I push harder and you reflexively try to move away, but you can't and I grab your hip to keep you in place. You grunt out a whimper and I feel the head of my cock pop into your ass.

It's the most exquisite feeling, but I don't stop. I push deeper and deeper until I've slammed all the way into your ass. My cock is buried inside you and your groaning. You start telling me you can't, it's too much, pull it out, please, but I tell you I'm not going anywhere.

I start sliding my cock in and out and I reach for the vibe's controls to turn the setting up. You moan. You've never felt such contrasting sensations. The vibrations on your clit feel good, but your ass is in excruciating pain. All you can think about is getting my cock out of your ass.

But I'm not stopping. I continue to fuck you as you continue to tell me it hurts, that it really hurts. I crane my neck to look and I can see tears rolling down your cheeks. I fuck you harder. The center strap of the harness is rubbing over my clit. I wonder if I'll be able to come from this. I want to. I want to come while I fuck your ass. I want to make you come through all the pain your feeling.

I'm slamming into your ass. The K-Y is sticking to your ass cheeks and makes a loud smacking sound every time I pull away. You're openly crying now. You're whole body is shaking with sobs and I can't believe how much it turns me on. I know in a saner moment, I'll think back on this and wonder if I'm just really sick in the head, but at the moment, I don't care.

I push the setting on the vibe all the way up and reach under your breasts to find the string connecting the clothespins. I find it and pull on it as I move back and continue to pump your ass with my cock. You cry out and I watch as you struggle to get your wrists free of their bindings, but I grab the center part and hold on so that you can't get to the knots. I use my hold on it to steady myself and fuck your ass easier.

I want to come. I listen to you tell me to stop, it hurts, you can't take it. I finally have you truly begging me. But I can also see your hips rotating. You're rubbing your clit on the vibe. I tell you to work it. I'm not stopping until you come.

You're still crying. I'm fucking your ass hard and fast. I don't know how you remember, but you ask if you can come. I tell you to come for me. I'm almost there. You start pushing your ass up to meet my thrusts. You say my name over and over again. Your body jerks and the sight of you, the sound of you, sends me over the edge. I call out your name again and again. If we lived in an apartment, the whole building would know I was coming. I rotate my hips to get the leather strap to rub my clit to keep the orgasm going. I don't stop pumping in and out of you until I'm done.

Finally, I slide my cock out of your used ass. I turn off the vibe and tell you not to move. I take off the harness and toss it into the bathroom sink. I wash my hands and then come back to the kitchen. You still haven't moved, though your ass is flexing. I open the freezer and pull out a couple of ice cubes. I tell you to stand up and take you back to the office. It's the only place that really has a bare wall and I make sure you're leaning against it.

I keep an ice cube in each hand, the water dripping off them already. I quickly remove the clothespins from your nipples and replace them with the ice cubes. Your head slams back into the door and you cry out, but you're not hurt. When the pain passes, I put the ice cubes in the cat's water dish and come back to you. I take a suck of each nipple and then turn you around to remove the wrist cuffs.

When I'm done, I turn you back around to face me. I tell you I love you. I tell you I love having you as my slave, but if you never want to do this again, we'll figure something else out.

It's up to you.