Flame and kindling
You feel a sudden warmth on your face that drags you out of your peaceful rest. Your heavy eyelids flutter open but close again quickly at the harsh brightness that had invaded your room and your sleep. You roll over onto your back, stretching. A dull pounding in your head sloshes back and forth like a wave pool behind your eyes, a reminder from the night before.
Trying to recall what had caused it, a sudden weight on your chest followed by a loud voice startles you.
"Wake up, lazy head." It commands.
The voice belonged to Sasha; you wouldn't fail to retain that. Your girlfriend of 9 months, Sasha, owns the apartment you wake up in; all thanks to her income as a social media star. She's a tall, feisty, confident woman with ebony skin, matching eyes and long, dark, curly hair. She often wears large earrings, necklaces and tight clothes that reveal her pierced belly button and eccentricate her curves. Her appearance is everything to her having become so successful as a result of it and she maintains it everywhere, even with you in private.
Your partner by status but far from an equal in practice. Sasha is the boss in your relationship, in every regard. Her bossy nature is what attracts you to her, that and her tall, fit model of a figure. A blazing fire to your brittle kindling she would not be without you.
You squint narrowly through your dusty eyelashes. On top of you lies a silver purse, one of Sasha's stylish favourites, and past it you see her stood in front of the tall mirror near the door, applying the last few strokes of lipstick and pouting at her reflection. Turning your head to the other side, you examine the clock on the wall which read 4:54.
"Where're you going?" You mumble, weakly.
Sasha quickly screws on the top of her lipstick and marches over to you to retrieve her purse, her high heels clapping the tiled floor. "WE are going out to Danby's in..." she glances at the clock, "5 minutes so... Ass. Out of bed. Now!" She turned and strode swiftly away towards the bathroom.
"But it's so-"
"I don't wanna hear it." She snaps, showing you the back of her hand before rounding the corner out of sight.
You smile and, feeling surprisingly well-rested, you pull of the bed covers, grab your phone and your choker from the side table and head over to the chest of drawers containing your clothes. You pick out a simple set of blue-dotted underwear followed by a cute, teal dress and start dressing. You examine your breasts, decently displayed by your cuddly bra. Compared to the rest of your slim body they are disproportionately large, not particularly perky but still heaps of fun for you and Sasha.
As you're pulling your dress over you head you hear Sasha approaching hurriedly.
"Hurry up! I don't have all day."
You quickly adjust your dress and your hair in the mirror and slip on matching shoes sat underneath. You finally snap on your choker and turn to her, "Ready!" you chime at Sasha who's stood by the door looking at her phone. She ignores your gaze and simply grabs your wrist, dragging you into the corridor outside leaving the door swinging shut behind.
She leads you down and out of your apartment building and towards the busy afternoon town centre. You do your best to keep up with her long, determined strides prompting her to fire instructions at you every so often like "Keep up!" or "Move it or lose it!". She grips your arm tightly as you move through numerous, dense crowds of people standing in the streets outside various pubs and clubs.
As you walk, you admire Sasha's chosen outfit from behind. She always wares tight clothes that show off her curves, a fact which your eyes always take advantage of. Today she sported particularly thigh-hugging, dark blue jeans and a black, square neck crop top containing her big, firm, tits which frankly could hold up the top all by themselves.
Your daydreaming was ended when you arrive at Denby's, a popular and expensive bar where Sasha meets up with her friends regularly. Sometimes she brings you along too. Not that you ever get involved with their chats, Sasha prefers you be there just for her own image. You don't mind, although it can be a little boring just standing there with nothing to do. Sasha doesn't let you use your phone when you're out together. "What if I'm talking to you and you're not paying attention?" she'll say.
Just inside of Denby's glass front door, Sasha stops and turns to you. She drops your wrist and instead pinches your upper arm, forcing you to listen. "No chat in here, ok? I don't want people thinking you're on any kind of terms with them. You're all just here for me. Got it?"
You grin back at her. "Alright, I won-"
"No talking back!" she seethes and squeezes your flesh between her fingers even harder. Her cleavage bounces at the jerk of her arm.
"The only thing comin out of that slut mouth tonight's gonna be 'Yes Miss', understood?"
Still grinning, you bite your lip, nod obediently and reply in your most seductive tone, "Yes Miss.".
Sasha leads you through the bar until she spots a group of friends sat at a round table towards the back of the bar. They see her coming and wave and gesture her over to join them. Sasha, making sure all her friends could see, smacks your backside and barks at you a snappy order, "Go fetch me a drink." She strode off towards her friends not waiting for your customary response which passes your lips fruitlessly.
You return to Sasha with her glass of pink gin and squeeze in to the space next to her. No one acknowledges your presence as usual leaving your mind free to wonder through your thoughts. You end up rewinding your thoughts back to your favourite Sasha Shows, back before you had ever met her and every girl like you dreamed of being her subby, and you relax in your seat content.
A couple of tedious hours pass by slowly. Occasionally, Sasha sends you for more drinks and once she even drags you along with her to the ladies' room, not willing to leave you by yourself with her crew. While sat at the table you watch Sasha chatting and giggling away, taking in every sexy laugh and every jiggle of her springy cleavage that came with it. You watch her gorgeous brown eyes that glance at you every so often to make sure you're still behaving. If she caught you not paying attention, you'd be in for one of her infamous scoldings.
You love your life with Sasha. Everything about it feels right. She takes care of you just like you need. Even when you don't know what you need, she does. You don't care if sometimes her words are mean because you know it's your place to take her insults. They're just a part of who she is. You know you were made for each other. You both knew it when you first met at that party you snuck into all those months ago. You would never go back; you love it like you love her. By far your favourite part of your relationship is how Sasha treats you, especially during sex. In your bed in your flat, more than anywhere else, you are her property. The idea of it never fails to make your heart race and your pussy damp.
As you're squeezed in next to her you feel yourself getting hotter and more fidgety. All these thoughts and visions of your perfect woman start to overcome your body. This was usually the case after doing nothing but staring at her gorgeous face and figure when you went out like this together. You knew you'd have to have her soon and you knew just what would set it off.
From beneath your leg, you pull out your phone and start scrolling through random articles and posts. Immediately, Sasha spots you and throws you a stern look. You meet her gaze with a little smile before returning your eyes to your screen knowing full well what would likely come of it.
Predictably, Sasha did not react well. She snatched your phone away from you and shoved it inside her purse then placed her arm around your back and pulled you in close.
"What the fuck was that, huh bitch?" she hissed, "You forgotten your place or what?"
"What?" you reply, innocently.
"Oh, for the love of God..." she sighs loudly and pinches the bridge of her nose, "You're such an idiot. I can't believe you. No respect. You know what the definition of respect is, huh bitch? Respect is doing exactly what your superior tells you to do, when they tell you to do it. Without question. Without complaining. Without fail! You disrespect me again and you know what'll happen." She shakes her head and tries to return her attention to her friends.
You don't give her time though as you poke her in the leg gently with your little finger. She snaps her head round at you, steam seemed to come out of her nose and ears as she looked at you like a wild bull about to charge.
"I'm horny." you say simply, very aware of just how many rules you were breaking by doing so.
As fast as a whip, Sasha pulls you in by the choker until your face is an inch away from hers, hot breath kissing your lips. By now, most of the table were watching the drama unfold in front of them but neither you nor took notice.
