Allow me the strength to answer questions I can't fathom.
Allow me the spirit to know his needs.
Allow me the kindness to choke back retorts.
Allow me the serenity to serve Him in peace.
Allow me the love to show Him myself.
Allow me the tenderness to comfort Him.
Allow me the light to show us the way.
Allow me the wisdom to be an asset to Him.
Let me be able to show Him each day my love of my service to Him.
Let me open myself up to completely belong to Him.
Let my eyes show Him the same respect, rather I sit at his side, or kneel at his feet.

She shivered as his hands traced a slow and lazy path over her naked body. She had been lying in the bed with her arms clasped tightly above her for what seemed like an hour as he had stroked and touched and pinched her body. His fingers had roamed from her ears and face, down the hollows of her throat, stopping lightly to press on her windpipe, cutting off her breath for a short, exciting moment. He held tightly until she couldn't resist struggling just a little as a tiny thread of panic threatened to overwhelm her.

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Misty woke up and Master was gone. A note on the pillow gave her instructions to shower. She was to make sure she was shaved all over, and do her nails. She was to use arnica on her very sore behind,which is great, for healing bruses. She is to bring him a bag he had packed for her, and to sit at the kitchen table when finished.
Mike opened the door to her apartment,then he took the bag from her. he walked into the bedroom where she was brushing her hair,putting her hair in a ponytail. He pointed to the bathroom door.

The taking of Missy. by celticfirestorm

Closing the outside door, Missy moved through the dark kitchen to her table, and places the heavy bag of groceries down. She had just moved there and was still getting familiar with her new home. She fumbled around for the light and tried to switch it on. "Damn bulb burned out," she thought in frustration. Missy, walked over to the phone and picked it up to call her neighbor to borrow a light bulb. "That's funny, the phone is out too.

OK check the fuse box, and the phone lines." she thought.