If I don’t govern, he has to. And when he governs, I orbit him. My freedom lives in my command. I govern what is mine. He orbits me.
I used to think freedom meant not having to decide.
That if I didn’t govern, I could just flow, just feel, just rest.
But then I realised:
If I don’t govern, he has to.
And if he governs, I orbit him.
I’ve already given up my freedom.
There is no halfway.
Either I decide when and how he releases:
or I surrender that power.
Either I hold the rhythm:
or I adapt to his.
A man doesn’t resist direction. He recognises it as freedom and devotion. The highest form of power.
Plain language on oxytocin prolactin and dopamine in placement. How timing and repetition at release create calm in your body and presence in him.
Inside is not romance. It is not reward. It is the structure where he lands and rests because I said so.
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