When I first heard the word “marking,” I recoiled.
It sounded like branding. Ownership.
Like a cowboy searing his initials into a cow.

I am not livestock.
I am not property.

So, I resisted.

But then I began to observe.
Not just the word, but the act.
The way his body responded when he released onto me.
The way his eyes softened.
The way his breath settled.

It wasn’t about him claiming me.
It was about him finding home.

A primitive signal.
An ancient ritual.
A silent agreement.

So, I invited it.

Not because I am his.
But because he is mine.

I directed him:
Here, on my chest.
Here, inside me.
Here, on my hand.

Each placement, a different depth.
Each act, a different anchor.

I wasn’t being marked.
I was guiding him to leave his mark.

Not with ink or iron.
But with acceptance.
With presence.
With intention.

Now, when he looks at me,
He doesn’t see conquest.
He sees sanctuary.

And I?
I see a man who knows where he belongs.

Because I am practical —
I don’t waste effort.

Marking is not service.
Marking is not seduction.
Marking is not performance.

I don’t extract his semen.
I don’t work to bring him there.

I place the instruction.
I tell him:
Prepare yourself.
Bring yourself close.
Tell me when you are ready.

And when I am ready —
I have him leave his mark.

Not as a chain.
Not as possession.

As tether.
As return path.
As memory of home.

This is the art.

I build his energy to escape velocity.
So he can go anywhere.
Do anything.

But I am the field that holds him.
I am the gravity he orbits.

Marking is not branding.
Marking is tethering.

It’s the line between power and return.
Between freedom and belonging.
Between speed and sanctuary.

And I hold both.
Every time.

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References

1. Georgiadis, J. R., & Holstege, G. (2005). Human brain activation during sexual stimulation of the penis. The Journal of Comparative Neurology.
2. Young, L. J., & Wang, Z. (2004). The neurobiology of pair bonding. Nature Neuroscience.