it always starts the same way. He meets his friend somewhere, today in a bookstore, and they just ch
it always starts the same way. He meets his friend somewhere, today in a bookstore, and they just chat for a few minutes. But at some point his friend just looks him in the eye and he realized he can’t look away. Then his friend slips the pipe, or sometimes a cigar, between his lips. And then he remembers he’s Ownered, with each puff more and more of his daily life is forgotten as he focuses everything on his Owner. Waiting to obey. -- source link
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