Your Obedient Servant Lyrics Novels & Stories

I stare up at him, wanting nothing more than to tighten around him as I reach the soon to come state of ecstasy. Every stroke is driving me closer and only a few strokes away. I don't want to disobey him. Disobey. What the fuck?! I scoff inwardly. I'm worried about disobeying this guy?! Another thrust reminds me exactly why I want to be obedient. "Yes, that's my obedient girl," he groans. "Such a good girl, wanting to be my fucktoy... you're taking my cock so well..." Yep, I will take anything he gives me.

I looked down at my hand and quickly released it, my cheeks burning with embarrassment once again. "Uh, no," I replied, taking a deep breath. "So, what do you mean by...?" I hesitated and paused there. "By...?" he prompted me to continue. "Uh, by what you just said. About how obedient I should be? Am I supposed to obey you? And if so, why? And... and obedience for what reason?" I asked in a rushed and restless manner.

V After my last prostration, I raised my hand to the sky and continued my supplication. "O mover of hearts, make my heart firm upon your religion. O mover of hearts, make my heart firm upon your obedience. O director of hearts, make my heart firm upon your obedience. O mover of hearts, keep my heart in a state of obedience to you. O you transformer of hearts and spiritual states make our states the loveliest of states. O Allah, O controller of the hearts and eyes, let my heart hold fast onto your religion.

I tasted shame and acceptance and found them both strangely nourishing. After hours of drills, sweat, and measured strikes, Corin gathered us in a circle. “Obedience is not blind,” he said, his voice low and authoritative. “It is chosen. You will choose to obey because you want the order to hold you when your self won’t. Remember that.”

' She opened her mouth and began to speak eloquently. "To each man is allocated the number of his days, and in those days are we given times and seasons. We have been afforded our time that we might use it for the purpose of our King. In this season of our discontent, we find ourselves wanting, not because of a lack of our King's willingness to provide but because of a lack in our own willingness to obey. “What servants are we who do not give our lives in service to our master? What people are we who do not hear him when he calls? Our conviction is of him who sent us. Our lives we have given over to his charge.

It does not have sad feelings on it, instead, it is a poem that comforts someone who is experiencing a big downfall. If only I could give you my eyes, I would to let you see what I see. So that you can finally recognize That you mean a lot to me. You may think that you lost someone, But it's actually the other way around. A melody may have been gone, But another harmony will sound. "Yin Wenyan..." He utters the characters of the composer's name.

then, I've to pour you coffee and help you get ready to go to work. Liam was starting to get annoyed because of the stubborn attitude of his new servant, who didn't want to obey him. He secretly wondered what dream he had last night that he had to deal with that woman. 'Listen! Miss Sassy, if you really are my new servant, shouldn't you obey your young master?!' Anna nodded but she didn't look like she wanted to obey Liam. 'Well, of course, I'm willing to oblige. But after all the tasks on my list are finished, young master Liam' Anna replied as she started doing her work.

Her gaze flicked between the two men, piecing together the twisted puzzle that had brought her here. Jacob’s smirk returned as he straightened his collar. “That’s right,” he said, his tone smug. “I’ve taught him well. Obedience. Loyalty. Right? You will always obey me, doesn’t matter what I do, Didn’t I teach you?”- He asked.

“You are whatever I say you are.” His hands moved again, from my back to my waist, down to my ass, each movement slow and intentional. I pushed at his chest. “Christian, please, you have someone else,” I said desperately. “Go to her.” His expression turned cold. “Don’t insult me. This isn’t about her.” “Then what is it about?” I demanded. “Control?” He leaned closer, his voice deadly calm. “Obedience.” My stomach dropped. “I won’t do this,” I said quietly.

No matter how they bullied me or abused me, I never resisted again. When the electroshock baton was finally pulled away, smoke rose from my throat as I collapsed limply onto the bed. Tyler stared at me in disbelief before demanding, "Don't stop! I don't believe he's actually learned to be this obedient!" The men, who were actually thugs, exchanged a look before handing me a bottle of sulfuric acid to drink. Everyone was convinced I would finally tear off my "facade of obedience" and start raging about the injustice like I used to. However, I simply flashed an eerie smile and parted my lips.