Commanding his release as ritual. Not reward.
It’s not a favour.
It’s not a treat.
It’s not for good behaviour.
It’s yours.
He doesn’t come when he’s ready.
He comes when you say.
That’s not control.
That’s clarity.
Because a man who’s permitted to climax on your word
doesn’t drift.
He anchors.
You don’t let him chase arousal like a dog.
You set a rhythm.
You decide if today ends in
silence,
stillness,
semen.
