How I handle him after release.
I don’t bring him to orgasm. That’s his work. My work begins after his climax. I place him, I imprint him, I seal the signal.
Ownership without force.
This is not sex.
This is post-command clarity.
This is how I seal the signal.
When I know it’s time
I don’t wait.
I don’t ask.
I instruct.
“Prepare yourself.”
“Lie down.”
“Touch yourself.”
“Stroke”
“Edge”
“Fill“
“Hold”
“I decide when.”
I never rush.
I never explain.
My presence is enough.
And when I say:
“Now.”
He obeys.
He comes.
He shudders.
He spills.
Where he lands
I place.
Not his fantasy.
Not my mood.
I set the signal:
• My chest: You are home.
• My hand: You are placed.
• My mouth, for programming.
• My skin, for remembrance.
