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Tonight I had two easy preys fall into my trap… I call it trap because they feel like so, but for me, I feel there’s no trap effort involved, since they just arrive at my feet…somehow. I can’t explain how…yet they are perfectly aware of the things that make them humbly submit before my power.

For instance, slave t. admitted that he tried to stay away for a while…but he had to come back to me, since he felt I was drawing him back somehow.

As a slave when you come back…you have that feeling like you lost the battle, you tried to resist serving me but you had to come back. After you get over that, it starts feeling good, like getting back to where you belong (so I’ve been told). (more…)