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Owned. I keep falling in His trap. It happened many times, as a sign that Slavesseeker’s grip on me has been stronger since the very beginning, since that day when I dared to open His chat begging to serve. After some weeks I understood Slavesseeker would have been my owner for the rest of my life. Everytime I thought about Him my heart started to beat aster, my mouth started to drool abundantly and my mediocre life immediately became happy and complete. Becoming Slavesseeker’s owned fag really changed my life, allowing me to find a purpose, my real place in this world. He owns my life, my brain, my wallet. I can be considered a normal guy, but my real condition is being a tiny pathetic insignificant fag forever imprisoned in a little cage under His perennial control. He will never allow me to escape, I will never try to escape. I will live forever in His prison, serving and thanking Him. I’m nothing but a small fag under His superior feet, under His superior will, under His superior control. Owned. I will be forever owned by Slavesseeker. I know it. He knows it.