Your Obedient Servant Lyrics Novels & Stories

Obed shook his hands, and the rattling sound of the chains used to bind him followed. “I have no reason to want to lie to you. I am a CEO, and I would love to regain my freedom and return to my mansion. My Queens will be worried about my safety, they are not even aware that I was taken last night.” Obed spoke with a distressed tone, but he could only deceive a fool. “Those are not your wives, CEO Obed. You can’t call them that when you treat them like servants.” I said with an angry tone, and Obed looked away at once.

“Okay, I’ll be your woman. You can f*ck me whenever you feel happy and let me off whenever you don’t feel like it. How does that sound to you?” Yorrick’s eyes dimmed slightly. “Just who do you think you are?” “Of course, I’m only one of the many lovers you have. I’ll make sure that I play along compliantly, obey all your instructions, and become an obedient lover. I’ll just wait for my turn to be blessed by your presence all day, every day.” An indifferent smile appeared on her face.

“No matter the nature of the order, my obedience is not something that can be twisted just because it is ridiculous. Tell me what mission you have in mind for me and I will gladly accept it.” Just as how you accepted me.

"Someone you can send away or hand over at will… like a mistress?" "Don't talk nonsense." He cut me off sharply, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I raised you. You've always been mine, and you always will be. No one can send you away. "You've always been the most obedient. Don't start causing trouble now." I smiled, but tears fell onto the back of his hand. Obedient. He always praised me for being obedient, for understanding, for waiting, for staying silent, so that was what obedience meant. Being a well-behaved dog.

The word trembled from her lips, and it seared him like a hot poker, shoving a hot slam of desire up his cock. To reward her, he moved to her side and cupped her cheek in his palm. “You need to face yourself, cher. I’m not the enemy here. I can help you.” “I just can’t stop thinking that—” “You know the rules. Don’t think. Just obey.” She sighed. “I’ve never been good at obedience, sir. Ask my mother.” Smiling, he promised, “I’ll never ask you to clean your room or take out the trash. Obeying me will be a lot more pleasurable.”

"He threatened me. If I'm not obedient, he'll punish the people around me." Ashton was stunned. Then she stood up and began to curse loudly. "What a pile of garbage he is!"

My body was filled with wants for his touch; I was desperately soaked, but I wanted more than just sex; I wanted him all to myself. He crouched in front of me, his hands tenderly wiping the teardrops that started to fall. “Love comes with obedience; if you want my love,he murmured, his voice a low growl. “You’d have to be obedient.” “That’s a shitty condition, Damian.”” I cried out, “I’m not a toy!” “You’re not. You're innocent, and I’m keeping that.” My tears fell freely now, and my heart ached with every word he spoke.

But Samarth lifted his arms and spoke — his voice steady, like stone and river meeting: “O Sovereign of the heavens… I thank You. You, who in mercy preserved me. You, who opened my eyes though I deserved the darkness. Now I know — You are God alone. None stands beside You. None equals You. You do mighty deeds in the skies, in the winds, In the turning of hearts and the breath of man. I lay down my pride, my name, my will. If You will have me as anything — A servant, a stone, a shadow — Only let me be Yours. Let me live now not for crown, not for throne — But for You. May Your name be praised in every tongue. May even the heathen know Your power. May You be exalted in the earth.”

I bowed in agreement. “Is something bothering you? Someone?” he asked, still going through a scroll. “Not really, your grace. I—I just wanted to thank you properly, and you were right. I’m sorry.” He looked up, confusion etched on his face. “Go on.” “I was being ungrateful the other day, and I apologize. I don’t know if you were this kind to any servant before I arrived, but I’m so thankful that you’ve pardoned many of my mistakes. So I promise to be a loyal and obedient subject and—”

She scribbled again, hands trembling. [The laws forbid servants from being familiar with their masters.] I stared at the words. My throat tightened. “I’m not the law,” I said. “I’m just… me. I don’t see you as lesser, Kiva. You’re not trash. You’re not beneath me. We’re both just trying to survive in a place that feeds on obedience.” She covered her mouth with her hand, blinking fast. Then she wrote again, slower this time. [You’re very kind.]