Your Obedient Servant Lyrics Novels & Stories

"Why do you keep quiet?" "I learned a long time ago that it doesn't matter if I beg or not... The more I begged, the more they pleasured me... So I stopped, just as I got used to the pain. I don't have to feel anything. I don't have to think, I just have to obey." I answered the truth I'd learned during my years of life. "It's the only thing they can order you to do, but you'll never do it... Even if I tell you to moan into my hands, you won't..." My Master then leaned over. "Look at me." I obeyed, raising my face. "That's called pride..."

“Obedience. Absolute obedience.” That was something I could never give to anyone—until now. “You want me to obey you? If I do what you ask, you’ll let him live?” If that was the case, he was asking for a lot. My body and mind would no longer be my own. Like a dog, I’d have to bark at his command.

My heels clicked softly on the hardwood as I crossed the space between us, like a girl being summoned in a dream. “Kneel.” The word landed like a slap and a caress all at once. I dropped without thought, the cool tile biting into my knees while fire coiled low in my belly. He stared down at me, calm, composed, while I knelt trembling, wrecked by nothing more than his voice. “I expect obedience,” he said, measured and firm. “Not hesitation. Not defiance. You said ‘yes’ and that means you trust me. Completely.” I nodded, eyes wide when breath caught in my throat.

ready. "You are getting better," Adrian said, his voice calm, almost happy. "But never forget: obeying isn't the same as giving in completely. Control isn't owning. And yet... you are mine to shape to my satisfaction."

She recalls the lyrics of the songs that Mary sang, and they also perform them in church with the choir during the Holy Eucharistic celebration. ” My soul glorifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my savior, for He has been mindful of the humble state of His servant. From now on all generation will call me blessed, for the Mighty One has done great things to me. Holy is His name. His mercy extends to those who fear Him, from generation to generation, He has performed mighty deeds with His arm; He has scattered those who are proud in their inmost thoughts, He has brought down rulers from his thrones but has lifted up the humble. He has filled the hungry with good things, but has sent

he warns, grabbing me by my throat and lifting me up with harshness. Once to my feet, his face nears mine, his sick brown eyes pinning mine, his lips still curled into that demented smile as he holds me, well aware he is choking me. My hands both go to his wrist, gripping it and trying to make him let go of me. “And by the time we’re one in front of God-” he paused, leaning further in, breathing in my scent, “-you’ll be nothing but an obedient servant of me, and God.” he seemed proud of himself to say this, to think he had this power over me.

Just a man who had chosen the wrong path and paid for it. “I will accept,” I said. “Whatever terms you asked for. I will do it.” “You said you would never belong to me,” she said. “I know.” “You said you would never serve me.” “I know what I said.” “And yet?” “And now I will,” I said. “I will serve you. I will obey. Just help me.” There was a slow silence. I could almost feel her thinking. Or maybe she wasn’t. Maybe she already knew this moment would come.

"Whаt is уоur рurроѕе in lіfе, Grасе? "Tо lоvе аnd ѕеrvе уоu Mіѕtrеѕѕ." "Whаt else?" Sаm lifted Grасе'ѕ сhіn wіth hеr ѕwіtсh "To оbеу уоu іn all thіngѕ аnd to serve аnd obey аll dоmіnаntѕ." "Do уоu ѕwеаr to оbеу me іn аll thіngѕ аѕ is wіtnеѕѕеd bу уоur Mаѕtеr?" Sam аѕkеd.

"Go to the bed and spread your legs for me like a good little obedient." ........ To be continued

Well, open up your mind and see like me Open up your plans and damn you're free Look into your heart and you'll find that the sky is yours So please don't, please don't, please don't There's no need to complicate 'Cause our time is short This oh, this oh, this is our fate I'm yours Oh, I'm yours Oh, I'm yours Oh, oh Baby, do believe I'm yours? You best believe, you best believe, I'm yours. I mentally nodded after he uttered the two last words.