Your Obedient Servant Lyrics Novels & Stories

“Show him you’re sincere.” “How?” The question came out as a frustrated growl. “By being obedient. Patient.” I stiffened. “Obedient? You want me to be a dog at his beck and call? To roll over and beg?” The image was so antithetical to my entire being it was physically repulsive.

Serena obeyed at once. “I was wrong,” she said. Her voice was hoarse and mechanical. “I was disordered. I was selfish. I will be obedient. I will not resist.” “Again.” “I was wrong. I will be obedient.” The next clip showed her standing in a corridor with a tray balanced across both forearms, body swaying from exhaustion while an instructor corrected the angle of her shoulders with two fingers. Another showed her repeating courtesy phrases until the words blurred. Another showed her kneeling on chapel stone while a recording played nearby, forcing her to hear Lucien’s own name between commands to confess and begin again.

“Good boy.” I can fully attest that obedience doesn’t taste like surrender. It tastes like peace.

She was looking affectionately at him, but the moment her eyes turned to me, they were filled with malice and iciness instead. I carefully poured the meat broth into Dobey's special bowl and gently blew on it to cool it down. Derrick only just seemed to notice me then, and he spoke in a condescending tone. "Come over and sit down to rest for a while after you're done, Jacob." Chelsea also unusually agreed to it, placing the plate and fork down in front of me. "Thanks for taking care of Ricky and Dobey these past few days." I lowered my eyes, a humble smile curving my lips. "It's my honor to serve Mr. Carpenter and Dobey, Ms. Herrera. It's no trouble at all."

She started dishing out the food. "Serena have you greeted my son," Mrs. Beatrice said. "Welcome back Sir," she said her face still down. Lily greeted him also. By the tone of her voice, Serena could swear the girl is trying to flirt with him "Thank you. And what's your name" "I'm Lily sir," she said with a glint in her voice. "And you?" he words we're now directed to me.

As if he was a slave lord and I was a guilty poor slave who was begging him not to throw her out of his slave employment outfit. If I refuse him again to wear that terrible maid information he will burn the papers in front of my eyes without giving it a second thought. I can't let my last hope turn into ashes in front of my eyes. I took a deep breath to compose my raging anger. I can do it. I repeated it in my head for the tenth time to give myself the strength to converse with Satan himself as I know how manipulative a stinker he is. "I...I will I...o….obey you," I said in my stuttering voice while swallowing my dignity.

"Don't play with me," "Play with you? Oh, I am playing with you?" I snapped. "Seriously?" "What else?" He retorted back. "You can't always do whatever you want. Do you always have to defy me? Can't you ever be obedient for once?" "Oh...you expect me to be obedient but I am not your property or your submissive Liam!" I hissed, glaring at him. He was the last person who should be giving me lectures on obedience. "What?" He cried, looking appalled. "Where the hell did that came from?"

She says. I obey.

"Is it useful to be obedient?" She had always been obedient and had her own insights and thoughts. In her life, she had never done anything bad. However, the man she liked fell in love with another woman whom she looked down upon. She tightly clenched her hands into fists and her knuckles turned pale, "If it's useful to be obedient, can you let Lydia give John back to me?" Her mother frowned, "Nina, why don't you listen to me?" "Mom, you don't want to help me, do you?"

God, I did not want to apologise to bitch, but something in me urged me to do so, no matter how hard I fought against this urge. “I apologise for disrespect, master. It will never happen again. We aim to serve you, master,” I said with eyes cast down, in a voice that sounded nothing like mine and despite the internal fight against the urge to obey her command, which rumbled and flared through my body. I screamed and beat myself internally for being meek and feeble, but at the outset, I was the helpless, tamed slave who followed the command of the master obediently. “See, that is way better, slave. Now, given that you finally learnt who is your true master, I will treat you with a little stor