Marking My Territory

ENM fits with a lot of my values, like refusing to let a white man have ownership of my body. I am not yours, I am my own and you are blessed enough to get to experience it. You don’t get to be possessive over me.

But I get to be possessive over you.

Chastity play is much more for Dakota than it is for me. But one thing I do like about his cage is that back when he was going on dates with other women it claimed him as my property. I have the key to release him. You can have the rest but this is mine. The same with him keeping his ring on during dates and such. You can borrow him, but he’s mine. He will be returned to me.

Maybe it’s a little messed up but I like to mark my territory like wild animals do. I love to cum on his face knowing that scent sticks in his beard. Anytime we stop for a midday quickie I know he’ll smell like me for the rest of the day. And no one will notice. But if a woman notices it’s because she got much too close to what’s mine.

I feel such satisfaction when I see Ryan wear the cross I gave him, with my name engraved in it. It’s not as overt of a symbol of ownership compared to a chastity cage or a wedding ring. But it’s still something. It’s still my name over his heart all day.

When I don’t feel like the chain is enough of a message sometimes I like to mark my territory more clearly. Hickies on his neck and marks on his triceps. God. I love to dig my nails in his arms and shoulders and back… A few days ago I accidentally got a little too intense, and I felt genuinely bad that I hurt him a little, but now I’m just excited to check for scratches tomorrow. Excited to see how deeply I claimed him. They usually don't last multiple days when I'm being gentle. Do you think he likes the idea of walking around the locker room after a night with me? Letting everyone see his successful conquest?

I am so high and so horny. Is that obvious? I hope it is. I love you.