How he returned me to Lai Yin — and why I’m sharing this. This isn’t kink. This isn’t porn. It’s the true story of a man dismantling his identity to restore his woman to full rule.
The space between us was already collapsing Some encounters aren’t new. They’re inevitable. Before the first touch, the pull had already begun.
Why I govern him When he’s in tune, he can cross continents, close investors, move teams. But when he’s not in tune? He drifts. He aches. He breaks focus.
The way I blow my husband now A blowjob is not performance. It’s placement. It’s command. It’s programming. And it’s how I keep him tethered to my orbit.
When I choose anal, it’s not play. It’s placement. Anal is not friction. It is not theatre. It is signal.