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I reached one hand around and started to rub her clit as I said, "You are mine. All of you and I'll use you however I want."
Her breathing quickened as my fingers went across her clit but then i shifted my body behind her. My cock rose higher as I used my free hand to slide it across her ass. I leaned back slightly because it was my turn to watch what was about to happen.
My fingers no longer rubbing her clit I asked, "Whose are you?"
Breathlessly she said, "Yours".
"Is there any part of you that isn't mine?"
"No" she gasped
I adjusted my cock until it was situated directly over her asshole. I spoke in a tone that helped convey my own dominance, as I said, "Then prove it. Show me that you're mine"
She knew exactly what I wanted and she answered me by moving one of her hands between her legs to start rubbing her clit. At the same time, she used her hand and shoulder to push off the wall, thrusting her hips towards me, causing my cock to disappear into her ass.
She cried out in pleasure, mixed with pain, but didn't stop moving until her ass had taken every inch of me. Satisfied that Cindy had proven her willingness to surrender every part of her body to me, I start thrusting and fucking her ass.
If I had thought the times I fucked her after she'd peed on my face or cock were intense, then this time would have been called primal. Something about having the mindset that "she's mine" magnified my own feeling of dominance, which translated into the way I fucked her.
If she was mine, then she was mine to do as I wanted. If she was mine then she was there for any desire I had. If she was mine, she was there for my cock to use. If she was mine, then I would mark her with my cum.
I lost all sense of restraint as I fucked her ass, probably too hard. Fortunately for her, I was too turned on and already too close to cumming when her ass swallowed me that it didn't take long for me to mark the inside of her ass.
Despite the shortened fuck, she came as I slammed into her ass. Then, true to form, she came again once I started filling her ass with my own hot fluid.
Having both cum we cleaned off in the shower, both more exhausted than usual.
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A FETISH IS BORN
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The events of that day were far from a one time thing. She'd finally found a way to think about what we did in a way that made our shower activities ok. The thing is, it was more than "just ok", she actually liked it. She especially liked hearing herself say "You're mine" just before she marked me. Something had happened inside of her when she decided she "wanted" to mark me as her own, and now she was nearly addicted to it.
During her third or fourth time marking me, I was seated between her legs, stroking my cock, just like I had the first time. She watched me masturbating to the act of her marking both my face and cock. It was then that I paid her the highest compliment I could have.
Without thought or planning, I lost control and I came as I was being marked. As I felt myself lose control, unable to stop my own orgasm, I felt very owned. If there'd been any doubt in her mind as to how I felt about her marking me, my uncontrolled orgasm had removed that doubt.
It didn't upset her that I wouldn't be fucking and marking her back since I'd already came. Instead, it made her want to mark me more. She had found a new way to make me cum, and my need had been so strong that I couldn't stop myself. She understood that it wasn't just the act itself, as she had "marked" me many times before we adopted the word "marking". What had caused me to lose control was a mixture of the act, the feeling of being owned and her genuine desire to mark me as owned.
Since we'd been together she searched for the key to making me feel as good as I made her feel. She sometimes battled with feelings of inadequacy and fears that I'd become bored with her. She didn't see how she could ever compete with what I did since guys simply can't cum as hard and often as I made her. But now, she'd made me lose control, without ever touching me. This finally helped her begin understand the key to my pleasure.
It wasn't the act of marking that had made me cum, it was embracing it.
She slowly began to understand that if she would give herself over completely to the things we did, then I'd sense it. I'd notice the difference and the purity of her need, desire and wants would be something I wouldn't able to get enough of. If she wanted me to be just as addicted to her as she was to me, then it wouldn't occur by finding some magical thing she could say, do or bring me. Instead, I could become ensnared through her willingness to embrace everything we explored.
After I came from marking alone, she stopped waiting for me to ask or bring it up. It became common place for us to be in bed, on the couch or anywhere really, and she'd stand up, hold out her hand and walk to the bathroom. As this happened more, the submissive mindset I entered into faded. We both came to terms with the fact she could enjoy marking, I could enjoy being marked, just as we could both enjoy owning and being owned, using and being used.
However, as she accepted the fact she "owned" me, and that I was "hers", other changes began creeping in.
At times, when she marked me, she'd utter the words "swallow", and I would. Other times we might be in a park or some easy to clean location and she'd mark me as I licked her pussy. During those times she didn't always provide a heads up or warning before she marked me. Knowing that she owned me, if the thought of marking me crossed her mind, she would. She could do this whether I was between her legs as she laid on her back, if she was standing in front of me, or if she was sitting on my face. Marking me, without warning, was a reminder that I was owned and she was willing to use what she owned, how and when she wanted.
This new mindset was only the beginning as she grew to understand that owning extended beyond marking. Eventually she would realize that the best way to let me know that her body was mine, without restriction or limit, was to treat my body that way. However, the more she acted on her own, doing what she wanted, when she wanted, the more things between us began to change.
Ever since we met we had Dom/Sub relationship, coated in friendship and topped with respect, but the Dom/Sub boundaries would soon be challenged, causing them to dissolve as something new formed between us.
I will end by saying that, as much as I enjoyed the water-sports component of our relationship, and as much as I sometimes long to go down that road again, I've never asked or hinted about water-sports with anyone else. It's too hard for me to see water-sports as anything other than "marking" and "being marked" now. It doesn't feel right to just go through the motions with someone who would see it only as pissing when I know, and have felt, it as something much more primal and possessive. For this reason, if Cindy and I ever cross paths again, high on my list will be to sit between her legs with my cock in my hands as I wait to be marked as hers. I don't think it'll matter whom I, or she, may be with at that time, for each of us, the words "you're mine" can only be said to one other person, during a very specific act.
Wherever you are Cindy.....You're mine.
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