Hey, this maybe just a one shot, but if you want, I will continue it, I have an idea for a storyline! Anyways, here you go, enjoy my sadistic side! Btw, thanks to Meka for being my inspiration!

White and Crimson – Chapter 1 Servitude.

I have never been too averse to My Lord's ministrations, in fact, I enjoy the pain as much as he enjoys giving it, it is fairly strange, but I don't care. At first, I was a little shocked, true, he always seemed a little… sadistic, but even I could not believe he could be so much so.

I am jerked out of my thoughts as My Lord pulls a little on the rope collar fastened round my neck. I have taken too long. I sigh, knowing my mistake will be punished later, but regardless I kneel between his thighs and begin to undo his belt buckle. He is already aroused, and I can see his erection already straining against his purple and blue leggings.

"He." He growls, and I jump out of my daze to release his straining arousal, and I am apparently quick enough as he says,

"You know you are beautiful, He."
I smile inwardly at the comment, and then I feel his hands in my hair, pulling the butterfly clip to free my ponytail. He always said that my dark hair looked better down, but I never wore it openly like that… It was for him only.

I take a deep breath before slowly working the entire length of his arousal into my mouth until he touches the back of my throat, and I swallow, causing vibrations to travel along his cock, and he moans appreciatively. I seem to be serving him well tonight.

"Hmmm, we could use this talent of yours as an advantage…"

My mouth goes slack for a moment; Does he mean to share me… no… surely not. He seemed to have noticed my sudden lack of enthusiasm, as he chuckles and tugs the rope, pulling my head up sharply, and pulling my back straight, so that our faces are inches apart. His arousal falls from my mouth as he stares deep into my eyes, "Ah, do not worry my little slave, I would never let you go." He speaks those words with so much venom and dark promises that I feel a pang of fear slice through me as his magic would. He laughed again at the flicker of fear that must have crossed my face, before standing, chocking me until I also stand. He pulls me over to the bed, and he ties the rope round my neck to the headboard, so that my head is resting on the soft silk pillows, my neck stretched. He then ties each of my wrists to the bedposts, along with my legs, eliminating any chance of escape, before leaning over me on all fours. "Do you like being restrained?" I know it isn't a question, he never asks me anything… he commands and I follow. He wants an answer, I can tell by the narrowing of his eyes, so I manage to mutter,

"Yes, Y- Master." I bite my lip slightly, I nearly spoke his name, ever-forbidden on my tongue, he seems to be in one of his better moods, as he over-looks my mistake, preferring to capture my lips in one of his brutal kisses. He does not need to ask for entrance, as I grant it immediately, and he never refuses an invitation. His skilled tongue probes my mouth, tasting every fibre of me, before he breaks the kiss to tear of my garments. He always says how beautiful I am, always before filling me. Tonight will be no exception, as he quickly discards his shirt and kicks off his trousers.

He crawls up the entire length of my body to whisper in my ear, "Beg me for it He… tell me how much you want me." I look into his dark emerald eyes, and I cannot resist… who could?

"Master… please, I want you. I need you…" I murmur. He pulls sharply on my hair, making my cry as my bonds cut slightly into my skin,

"Louder…" He teases as he leans back, pulling my body closer to him, causing my bonds to burn and cut my wrists even more and making me fight for breath. I can hardly speak because of the tightening rope round my throat, but he commands, I obey,

"Master! Pleeease!!" I manage to yell." As he moves his throbbing cock to my entrance, he teases me yet again,

"Please what butterfly?" Something snaps inside me, as it does every time I am with him, and I cant help but cry for him,

"Please, take me!!!" My Lord smirks and with one, powerful thrust, he is inside me.

I cry at the sudden pain coursing through my body, and I jerk up against my bonds, causing them to dig deeper into my already bruised skin. The cruel 'collar' snaps my head back and he does not move, but his eyes are closed as if he is revelling in my cries and pain. My wrists clench into fists and my legs try to wrap round his waist, and he slowly unties them, allowing me to pull him in deeper. He grins and begins to pound into me, in and out, faster, faster. My head is thrashing violently on the pillows, the rope chocking me even more. He leans onto my body so that our faces are mere millimetres apart. He grabs my chin in an iron-like grip and forces me to look at him. As he slams into me, he keeps saying, "I love you, beautiful." Over and over, it is a twisted tradition that he has never once broken in I don't know how many months. As he nears his release, he grasps my own arousal and begins to pump it in time with his thrusts, this makes tears come to my eyes as he whispers harshly into my ear, "Do not cum yet my pretty, trapped butterfly." I whimper as I tell myself to hold on.

My eyes are clenched shut, which must have displeased him, as he brings his free hand up and slaps me on my cheek. I cry and open my eyes, bloodshot and weeping. This only makes him laugh and he brings his face in front of my own. "You are mine. Say it." I swallow, and struggle not to close my eyes,

"I… I am y-yours." I say shakily. He smirks and moves slightly to attack my neck.

He has no tenderness as he bites my skin, not caring if he draws blood. I writhe and plead under him, but it only seems to arouse him more, he stops assaulting my now bleeding and bruised neck, and brings my mouth to his in ye another dominant kiss. He wraps his tongue round mine as if trying to halt its blood flow, before biting my bottom lip sharply, splitting the skin, filling both our mouths with the coppery taste of blood. He pulls away at that point to savour the torment he had done this night, and he pumps my weeping arousal once more, as he still hammers into me.

He speeds up his thrusts, and he sits back up, placing a hand on my hips to hold me still. "Say it." He orders.

This was new to me; I didn't know what to say. I apparently thought for too long, as he reached for my 'collar' and tightened it. "Say your Master's name." I gasp, never before has he told me to do such a thing. I had no choice; I had to do what he asked, despite any feelings I may have. Just before he released into me, I cried out,

"Lord Sima Yi!!!" And he moaned as he emptied his seed deep inside.

"Cum for me, my fallen angel." And I cry as I do as he commands, before falling back onto the covers, panting and still hurting from the bonds o my wrists and neck.

When he finally withdraws he has an insane grin on his face, saying that I wasn't yet done. "Hmmm you were to submissive… You will need to be taught again." I sign shakily I nod my head, I must accept whatever My lord gives… It is my duty to… my honour.