My son owns me. He owns my heart, my soul, my body, my holes, and he makes me feel safe. He is the love of my life.

There are so many special, romantic, and almost religious thoughts that go through my head after I’ve been fucked hard and had given everything I could to him, and I’m completely lost in my own thoughts, my dreams, my lives, my myriad feelings, a miasma of color, shapes, and warm fuzzy frangible sparkling things.

Over the course of my life I have had numerous men who propositioned me and who said that they would want to own me.

But for almost all of them, “owning” only meant one thing and one thing only: they want to fuck me, use me, and then disappear. There is a reciprocity in ownership; in being owned by a man, a woman should, ought, shall be able to, call her man her own.

So for those men, it was not ownership that they were after. It was just sex.

I needed more than just meaningless sex. I want a special bond that is beyond sex.

Ownership is so much deeper. Ownership is about love — real, raw, protective, all-consuming love. It’s also about safety. It’s also about emotional bondage, slavery of the soul. It’s also about a man who looks at me and sees not just a set of holes to fill, but a woman he wants to claim completely — body, mind, heart, and soul.

And when I look at a man, I would want to feel the same thing. I want to be able to claim him completely — body, mind, heart and soul.

The way a man fucks me physically is the same way he cares for me emotionally. I want his cock to own me the same way his presence protects me. I have so much to give — my uninhibited sexuality, my loyalty, my devotion, my everything — but I need a man who goes far beyond the fantasy of simply having me as a fucktoy.

I need depth. I need responsibility. I need a man who understands that true ownership includes the ownership of my heart, not just my three holes.

There is so much more to life than just sex, and I want to share both my filthy, depraved side and my soft, emotional side with one man who can elevate me. Love is a big word, and many people run away from it because it comes with real responsibility. But that responsibility is exactly what I crave.

For me, responsibility is what motherhood is all about.

And in a way, I decided to let my son owning me as a way to teach him about responsibility. I’ve raised my son to become the man that he is today, and in reciprocity, it is now his responsibility to own me, to take care of me, to fulfill his filial おやこうこう, by owning me, taking ownership of me, as his woman.

My son is my lion, my king, my entire world.

And yes, yes of course, yes! There will be space for freedom and exploration. After all, I am his mother, and of course I know my lion will have other women. And it makes me feel extremely proud, in fact, when he comes home smelling other women, when he tells me that he went on a date with some other girl, when he asks me to watch and masturbate in the corner as he fucks other women, when he asks me crawl over, flicker my tongue against his asshole and balls as his cock is buried deep inside another woman’s pussy. At that moment, I feel so proud of my son, so proud, even more proud than when he fucks me, and I would tell my son to go harder! Harder! Harder! Fuck the slut. Fuck her and make mommy proud! And when my son cum inside her pussy, I’m almost on the verge of tears, knowing my son is passing on his genes in another woman. I don’t know how to describe that feeling. Inexplicable. Words fail me. I know my DNA is being replicated again! I know life is now giving more life. And I gasp and I orgasm almost just watching the procreation in action.

命は命を生む。

A proper lion, a true lion, will always have a cohort of lionesses. It is completely expected. And there is nothing wrong with that. It’s nature. It’s biology. It’s as old as the earth itself.

My son is not just my lover. He is also the continuation of my genes, the replication of my existence on earth, and there is no shame—I feel no shame—to call my son my owner, because, deep inside, I always know, he is my own son, and he will never betray me, hurt me, because he is part of me, and so, in a way, his desire is really mine, and so, seen in this light, it becomes my imperative, my categorical, ontological imperative that I support the fulfillment, the completion, the implementation of his desires.

生々流転、無限なる人間の永遠の未来に対して、我々の一生などは露の命であるにすぎず……。そのカラクリをつくり、そのカラクリをくずし、そして人間はすすむ。