Towser - To be Owned and Possessed

I am Owned and Possessed  by my Sirge my Master...the feelings of completeness of knowing he is with me always....on every level and layer of who and what we are.. this causes me to feel the greatest honor and privilege, to have the understanding that we are One always. 

To be directed to wear my cock cage to work all day, feeling the complete control, of Him.  My cock began to swell and leak before the cold steel ever touched my flesh. 

I remained swollen and dripping precum..continuously threw out the day...so honored and privileged.

To know that he is there for me always, fills my heart my soul..every cell of my being, I am His pig boy, boy mutt, His man, His towser, His servant, His Property.

I am there for him for his every want, need, desire, to follow his every direction, his every snap, glance or gesture.


Thank You...  Mtlu my Master my Sirge my One

Your good boy your pbPmTP

Towser...To be HIS boy

To be Owned..Possessed...to be His...

There is nothing which complete's and fills me more than to belong to my Sirge. 

His requests His wants and needs are my honor and priviledge to fullfill...

He knows how to treat and take care of me Always...

I feel Him with me ... surging threw me Always...

There is nothing greater in my life...

I am HIS very very good boy..

His pbPmTP...

I am only know his is my Greatest gift, I am blessed and His boy...

Thank you my Sirge...my One for all our levels and layers...

I am nothing with out HIM...

Sirge - toys

 

Told the boy to bring Our toys.

 

Used a few on My body:

 

blindfold

hood

ball gag

dog collar

leash

nipple pumps

rubber glans ring

a few clothespins

 

Stood and watched him throb and leak pre-cum.

Stood and watched when he was instructed to "take care of it."

Stood and watched My good boy.

 

Sirge - meat

My mutt's caged meat

Instructed the boy to cage My meat before he left for work. he did as he was told. he reported he was swollen and dripped pre-cum throughout the day. I know he likes the feeling of being constricted, confined and controlled.

Good boy.

Towser - to service

His direction..his request..is my obligation..my yearning..it completes all that I am..and desire to be.  Words need not be spoken...his look his snap the whistle..to come to him.  To have him nourish me on all levels and layers...I am so honored blessed so privileged...he owns and possess all of me.
As I sat on the patio step he approached unzipped and presented his cock for his boy to service to taste to be nourished by all that is my Master...my man...my owner...he allowed me to suck and be filled by him..as my cock grew..I only focused on what  was so pleasurable...to him...his good boy...he reached down and took hold of my freshly shaven head and started to pump and increase his tempo...his hard member moving in and out of his boys mouth...I cherished the salty precum..I reached up and started to touch and manipulate his nipples...his tempo only increased...and my cock now leaked precum..he allowed me to pull it out and touch..
As I began to feel the heat of release...his also grew...as I exploded..his need to and desire for release..grew..he nourished..his boy..his obedient thrall...
I am blessed honored privileged...to be his...his good boy his obedient servant, slave his obedient thrall..his man...lmcu..Mtlu...my Sirge my Master..

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Sirge - feeding

boy stood in the shadows of the dusk draped path. As I approached and unzipped I told him he would get wet. he moved his foot but I said, "No," as the initial stream landed on his calf. he then realized my words were not a warning but a directive. I purposefully pissed on the boy.
he looked at the piss which continued to jettison from my cock and then looked at me. I asked him if he wanted it and he silently answered by bending over as if he was going to drink from a garden hose. Yet, instead of sipping, he placed his entire mouth around the head and drank as I continued to release. I occassionally stopped the flow to allow him to swallow and then started again, spurting down his throat.
My boy, freely drinking what was being offered. Yet as I grew hard inside his mouth, I began to thrust and he began to bob his head up and down the shaft. My good boy, knowing how to please me, not just in a physical manner but with the emotional, mental and spirtual ferocity of him being owned and me owning him.
I held his head, indicating that I was to thrust and he was to accept. When I released his head he went back to sucking with just the right amount of pressure mixed with  wetness. Our symbolic dance of ownership and servitude continued as he knelt in front of me, his hands behind his head and his cock caged and confined within his shorts. Thrusting and sucking. Holding him still, then pulling his head towards me.
I turned and pulled my shorts down just enough to expose my ass to his face. I bent over slightly, while holding the waistband of my shorts and his warm wet tongue struck my hole. he then lapped, a long continuous lick from the bottom, brusquely pushing on my hole as he continued a straight line to the top of my crack. It's a fluid motion he's adapted knowing it's his place and his purpose to please me. My good boy.
I turned back around and his mouth was agape. I entered again. As I reached the point of orgasm, I again held his head still and he ceased sucking. I stood still. While clenching the muscles of my sphincter at the moment of climax, multiple, solid shots erupted from my cock.
he swallowed.
the boy. My good boy, kneeling in front of me as I fed him.

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Sirge - shave

Had the boy shower this morning, with soap and shampoo, and he was instructed to fuck himself with the phallus while he showered. he did as directed, then locked himself in his cock cage.

This afternoon he was instructed to reshower, this time he was to completely shave off his pubic hair. I had trimmed him up last weekend but he's now shaved smooth and recaged. I absolutely love watching him swell and drip while he's restrained.

he just asked to use the toilet, like he should.

he's such a good little fag boy.

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Towser - Owned...Possessed...

my Master my Sirge....Owns Possesses his obedient boy thrall...his mutt his piggy boy...

It is my greatest need desire and obligation to please, protect and give all that is me to my Sirge....

To finally in my life know what it is to be complete...on all levels and layers of my and Our life....

Feeling my Sirge possess me and have his towser by his side always...

Being able to please my Sirge...completes me....

My Sirge knows all that fills me...

thank you Master Sirge...ur pbPmTP...your obediant servant slave ur boy your thrall....lmcu..MTLU

Sirge - pleasuring

As I watched, I told him to show Me. He knew what I meant. He stood and pulled his shorts down to show Me my semi-hard meat. he was instructed to place the dried piss-soaked jock over his head and as he should, he obeyed. While he chewed and sucked on the jock, he played with his nipples and stroked for Me.

My boy.

I directed him to wet his fingers and touch My hole and he moaned as I watched him follow my directives. I watched My boy take pleasure in touching My body, My meat, My hole as he passionately performed for me and obeyed My commands.

I asked him if he was a good boy.

he said, "Yes."

When he released, he bathed his groin with cum.

I asked him again, to tell Me what he was.

he replied, "i'm a good boy. Your good boy."

he is My thrall, My piece of meat, My property.

Yes, he is My good boy.

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Towser - His boy thrall....

He directs me and I am filled with such obligation and completeness..as if he is holding my hand and leading me where he wants us to go....it is the greatest thing I have ever felt or experienced in my life...

I am directed to stand in the shower with only a jockstrap on and piss upon myself...the feeling of complete release of fulfilling my Sirge's every request...

His ownership...his possession of me on every layer and level of my life...

Being told to plug His Hole...and to jerk off his cock...

Being directed to rub cum..into myself.... makes me swell just thinking and sharing it...

To be directed on my actions..to stay in constant contact...all these fill me make me the servant, slave...Obedient thrall...his mutt his Towser...his man...

Thank You my Sirge my Master for all you do for me for us...

Lmcu...Mtlu...

Yours Always....ur thrall...

Sirge - good boy

As I stood in the driveway, unzipped, by the shadows and light of the nearby houses I could see him approaching. he turned his hat backwards as he crouched down in front of me. Instinctively he placed his hands behind his head as I entered his mouth but I did not stand before him to be sucked off. I had other intentions.

I held his head with one hand, keeping him still, as I held my cock with the other, and as the first light stream escaped he eagerly opened his mouth. Yet, though I knew he wanted to drink, I wanted to mark him. Still in a t-shirt and shorts, I aimed for his chest. Shots burst from my cock, and he moaned when he felt himself being covered. I aimed for his face and mouth and let a few streams cross his lips. In controlled bursts I shot and when he took me in his mouth he received and swallowed.

With a pat on the back of his head to signify I was done, he stood. I kissed him and told him he was a good boy. I ran my hand up and under his t-shirt and rubbed my piss across his chest. My dirty pig boy. I worked my hand down to his crotch, which was wet enough for him to know where he belonged and found him swollen. I grabbed My meat and told him he was to go inside, go to bed, and take care of it. he knew what I meant and he knew he needed to obey. I knew he wanted to obey.

he did as directed, as a good boy should, and slept covered with my piss and a layer of cum drying on My body.

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Sirge - growth

The past six months has brought much growth for My thrall, and for myself, as his Sirge. There have been intense times of play, quiet times of reflection, times together and times apart. Yet through it all I feel our relationship, at all levels and layers, expand. As we celebrate six months of our BDSM relationship, I would like to share the special moments that ebb and flow through my mind.

Standing naked at the bathroom sink with My thrall on his knees. As I shave and get ready for the day, he licks and chews my hole.

Watching My thrall grow to learn to enjoy the feel of my hand or my black leather belt across his ass.

Placing his metal cock cage on My meat just after he releases.

Stroking for me, hovering over me, cumming on me on command and then washing my body with his cum.

Simply lifting my arms as a non-verbal signal for him to lick my pits.

Having him stand against the wall with his jeans wrapped around his thighs, his hands behind his back and his cock erect and throbbing, as he simply stands there on display.

Conditioning him to place his left hand on my thigh while I am driving.

Watching him automatically place his hands behind his head when he is kneeling.

Standing still while I inspect My body with my eyes, hands, tongue and mouth.

Training him to respond to simple words like "out" and "away" for him to know that he is to unzip and take My meat out, allowing me to see it or touch it, or giving him instructions to stroke it for me. Then command him to put it away and zip up as necessary. I know he enjoys the experience of exposing himself, especially in the car.

Inserting my glans ring in his mouth and with his mouth, he knowingly places it on my cock.

Tethered to the bed with his leash at night when he sleeps.

Sharing our thoughts of dark places, where we both see ourselves together in the shadows of BDSM experiences.

Licking the residual piss from my cock as I finishing pissing.

There are so many other experiences My man and I have encountered - moments of deep penetrating stares during intense physical action to quiet wordless embraces. My thrall is learning and accepting his place, his role, where he belongs, what he needs and what he wants as My subservient property.

I look forward to watching us grow and develop in our respective roles as Master and servant, as we continue to walk this journey together in our BDSM relationship.

he serves Me well.

Towser - my Sirge's gift

My Man, My Sirge...blessed me with such a great honor and privileged....he caged my cock, which He owns. He owns every part of me. I am HIS...his man, his servant, his slave, his thrall.

When He asked me if I understood...I felt as if I had been given one of his greatest gifts next to His Love, More than Love...and His complete Ownership of me.

He fills me everyday..with his complete ownership...I am filled by making sure he knows where I am at all times.....being waked by him in the morning and our time for rest....to be at his knee is my greatest wish and desire.

I belong to HIM...He completes me...On all our layers and levels.....We are One Always.

Thank you for all...I know and feel Him with me surging threw me...the feeling of being caged continues to bring us to even greater understanding of Us.

My Sirge, My man, My One...I am blessed, honored and privileged to be Yours.

Your pbPmTP...Your servant, slave, your thrall.

Sirge - caged

Laying back on the bed, with the metal cock cage in My hand, I asked him if he wanted it. He moaned and without hesitation he replied, "Yes."

I told him he needed to show me he wanted it. Naked, except for the leash affixed to his collar, he knew what I meant and straddle my body. My meat dripped and he grabbed it firmly in his hand. I told him to show me and he immediately began stroking it in front of Me. I smiled and asked him if he knew what this did for Me. He stated that yes, he thought he knew.

Earlier in the day, while I drove us home after purchasing his cage, I told him to take My meat out. With his cock pulled out of his pants, he held the cage in his other hand. I wanted him to feel the heft of the cool metal as I watched him swell. I told him that he needed to be absolutely sure that this is what he wanted, to give himself in this manner...to submit to the extent that he knew I would control his cock by locking him in the restraint. I told him that I considered this to be more meaningful than a tag, a collar or a chain, this was a level of submission symbolizing My control over his body. he stated that yes, this is what he wanted.

Now hovering over me on the bed, he twisted and tugged on his nipples as he spit in his palm and continued stroking for Me. he knew he needed to release before I would place the cage on him.

Yes, he knows it thrills me to watch him display My body in front of me. To jerk and stroke My property, the body that I own and control, pleases me very much. I coaxed him waiting to see him erupt. I touched him, held him and watched. his strokes became more intense as our gaze intensified. I fed him the empty cage. As anticipated, he blew. And as directed he wiped the warm cum on My body.

I placed the metal ring around his shaft. I then held the cage and with slow deliberation I inserted My softening cock into the device. With a simple twist the lock completed the union of adjoining the base to the shaft.

Mine.

I then began to play with him. Licking, chewing, sucking, rubbing him as I watched him react - growing hard again within the confines of the smooth shiny metal. he would quickly learn how to adjust himself - physically, as well as mentally and emotionally, to know he was completely in My control.

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Towser - separation

Although we are separated by distance...My man, My master, My Sirge is with me Always...surging through me.
I am His. His obedient thrall...always to obey.

His man, His mutt, His Tower

Sirge - understanding

It takes time to mend wounds.
It takes time to relieve pain.
It takes time to understand.
It takes time to grow.
It takes no time to love.

To feel him inside me, he grows inside of me.
he is a part of my life I never thought I would experience.
he is mine, he is Me.
To touch him, to feel his skin against mine.
Giving to Me, for me to grow.
To respect him as he respects Me.
To care for each other.
A sacred relationship nurtured by understanding.

I find myself only having More to give him with each passing hour, each passing minute, each beat of my heart.

Towser - to obey

I have grown every moment and minute with My master, My man, My Sirge, My ONE.
He is my All...and I know that it is as simple as Obeying...it fills me, my heart and soul are filled, my spirit soars... to meet His every request.

Thank YOU my Master.

His pbPmTP, His servant, slave...His thrall...
lmcu MTLU

Sirge - lesson

The lesson this weekend is for him to understand that as My thrall he doesn't need a collar or a harness. he doesn't need a piece of rope to be confined and restrained. he doesn't need to wear a cinch, a tag, or a cock cage, or to be branded or publically registered as My slave. Though all those concepts completely energize Me, for him to freely give himself to Me and affirm his place in My life, all he has to do is follow one simple premise.

And that is to obey.

Towser - growth

I have been lead and been guided by my Master my Sirge...my Man...we continue to grow and learn from one another always...

To be Owned, to give one's self to another is the greatest of all things in my life...to feel that ownership, is a feeling like no other I have ever experienced and it is a honor and privilege...and I am so very very thankful for...

I continually feel my Master's control of  me...it fills me...gives me a fulfillment in my heart my soul and my spirit...We are One..a love greater than anything I have ever experienced...and have longed for, for an eternity...

My Master has taught me self control...not touching my cock (his cock as he owns me)...binding with rope around my groin...allowing me to kneel and taste, lick and be blessed by his hole... guiding me to climax as reward for my good behavior...

My Master is my All, it is him I wake to and fall asleep with every night...:It is my Master I continually keep abreast of my activities throughout my day...We share our comings and our goings...OUR thoughts and our needs, for we are a partnership growing always....

He fills my heart my soul and my spirit soars because of HIM....

With all I am because of HIM...

His servant, his slave, his pbPmTP, His thrall, His Man

MTLU My One

Sirge - hole

Slighty crouched with my shorts pulled down just enough to expose my ass and My mutt behind me. he immediately dove in and licked. his stubbled jaw scraping against my stubbled crack and his spit soaked tongue lathered my hole. he chewed and pushed and I reached back to spread and open Myself for him to delve further into Me. he panted and slurped. his place, yet not his only purpose. he pleases me very much. How wonderful My life is to have My thrall service Me - not only through the sensual and physical act but with his eagerness and vigor in eating My ass.

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Sirge - level three

Last night when we went to bed he was instructed to encass himself with soft black boxer briefs. he was told to add another layer of confinement, over the underwear, by binding his crotch with a simple harness made of rope. he followed directives, as he should.

Now with a layer of fabric enveloping My cock, edged and framed by the rope, I instructed him to grind My meat into the mattress. While he was still awake, I wanted him to experience the sensation of swelling when being confined in this manner. he was then told to sleep as I said good night.

I am now waking him to find how he slept for the first time being constrained and restricted at this level. I imagine his noctural erections would be limited from being completely and fully realized. Hopefully he is learning to appreciate the sense of restraint, the giving of submission, while feeling My power and control.

When he awoke, he asked if he could unbind. I knew he needed to piss. And as predicted, he reported he felt the restraint during the night, not being able to completely harden, due to the layers of binding. he woke in the night finding his hand on My meat and his other hand holding his chain. he described the experience as mildly uncomfortable - like trying to piss with a hard-on. I am smiling...as that is exactly what I wanted him to feel, as we grow ever closer to completely locking My meat in a full-blown cock cage.

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Sirge - deep inside

Deep inside,
he was told to push it further and harder
deep inside.

he needed to feel the pressure.
he needed to feel the depth.
he needed to be told.
he needed to be directed.

Twist and pull
he was told to turn it,
then push it in and out.
over and over again.

he needed to feel the sensation.
he needed to feel the completeness.
he needed to be controlled.
he needed to be instructed.

The pleasure of instructing My thrall
to provide him with commands,
to watch him follow My directives,
to hear him moan with pleasure,
as he reaches inside to touch his soul.

To see him release on My body,
as he gives me his offering.
That which he has given Me,
That which I Own.

Deep inside,
I will push deeper and further,
deep inside of him.

he will continue to serve Me.
he will continue to provide Me
with the pleasures I seek and desire.
he knows he must.
he knows it is what he desires.

he WILL obey.

Towser - my Master, my Man...

His Love unending...
A love like I have never felt..
He fills my day with a constant Always...
My nights are met with His touch, His thoughts
His ever guiding hand...

He Owns my heart, my soul and Our spirits are constantly in flight...
To know and feel what My Master, My Man feels for me fills me....
My Master knows my wants, my needs, my ever desire...
As I am always there to serve, and fulfill all which He desires...

All Our levels and layers are completed by the Oneness we possess...
We need not speak..for Our knowing is ever present...
I am but an empty shell, my Master, my Man fills my every
moment, my every breath, my every heart beat and thoughts....

Thank YOU my Master, my Man for giving all you give, for loving and more than
Loving me, for possessing your man, your mutt, your Towser ...

Yours for eternity and beyond....
Your pbPmTP
Your servant and slave
Your thrall....

Sirge - captive

The snug fit of cotton briefs,

The hard firm ass of My thrall secured with rope,

It is what he desires.
It is what I want.

And he obeys.

he pleases Me very much

in so many ways.

Towser - bathing and binding

The last two days I have been given directives by my Sirge...

Yesterday, I was directed to stand in the shower, piss into a clean wash cloth, and bathe myself. As I stood stripped naked in the shower releasing and rubbing myself down with my piss, I was filled with such Ownership from my Master, my Sirge...and such obligation, honor and privilege to be able to accomplish the task at hand...

The feel of my hot piss seeping into my pores was such a feeling of euphoria...knowing I was doing as my Master, my Man, My Sirge directed of me...knowing I was pleasing Him, My All, My ONE. I was then directed to collar, harness, cinch my cock...owned by my Master, dress and spend the day enveloped in my piss...my raunch...my masculine manliness...

Today, I was directed to shower and scrub from head to toe...to put on fresh CK pouched briefs and bind myself with OUR rope...a binding across my waist through my legs, compacting and encasing my Master's cock even more, around and down the crack of HIS ass...around the tops of my thighs and then tie securely. Upon, completion I was securely bound...Held tightly by My Master, My Sirge's request and directive.

My Life is so full of my Master, my Man, my Sirge...it fills me with such completeness knowing I am All that is desired by Him..

LMCOU MTLU...pbPmTP
Your slave, Your servant, Your thrall

Sirge - voyeur

One of the pleasures I have in owning my thrall is instructing and watching him pleasure himself in front of Me. I know he likes to touch himself and he takes pride in his cock. Yet, as his Owner, to give him permission to touch and to release is a very powerful experience.

I know his pattern very well. He removes his glans ring, strokes for a bit and then spits in his hand to provide just enough lubrication. It is a ritualistic act as he grabs and pinches and twists his nipple as he vigorously rubs My meat and his leg muscles tighten.

I take great pride in watching him. I am proud to know he is Mine and proud of him for following My instructions. I have a servant that is ready to please his Master. He can, and will, release for Me on command. As he performs for Me, he takes care of my personal voyeuristic needs and I can simply sit and watch him without saying a word. There are times I provide detailed instructions for him to touch My hole, to insert a phallus, to rub his pits, or twist his nipples very hard. But no matter what I tell him to do, if anything, the basic raw masculinity of watching him masturbate is very erotic and spiritual.

In fact, I think he may need to know how much I value him by having him release for me again, right now.

Sirge - obedience

Having the need to get up and lap at the bathroom faucet to quench his thirst was understandable. And I am glad he told Me. Yet, I reminded him he failed to contact Me about his actions when they occurred.

I copied the statement from Our Pledge for him to reread about the expectation of notifying Me if he wakes during the night. To make sure he understood, and to see if any adjustment needed to be made to the condition, I asked him if he thought it was too much for him to manage or if he felt it was too much for Me to expect. he told Me it was reasonable and he apologized.

However, this time he needed a gentle reminder of his digression. he was instructed to write a single word with a black permanent marker on his leg. And he is to leave this there until it naturally wears off.

Hopefully, he reflects and learns from this incident. And I think he will when he pulls his pants down, gazes at My meat dangling between his legs, and sees the word "obey" written on the inside of his left thigh.

Sirge - service

When he is here, he knows what to do.

Sirge - presenting

When I arrived he presented himself on his hands and knees on Our bed.

Tethered to the bed with his leash, wearing a black leather chest harness, his cock cinched tight, blindfolded, his dog collar was partially hidden by the dirty sweaty t-shirt wrapped around his neck.
I hardened.

Though this is not the way I found him in the morning, I gently rubbed his ass, which appeared upwards and eagerly presented to me, nicely packed in the tight black briefs he had worn that day. Solid through the fabric, his ass was tight.

I instructed him to present himself in the manner in which I woke him that morning. And he followed orders by laying on his back and placing his arms out to his sides. I slowly untied a length of rope and secured his left arm to Our bed. I completed the task of securing him by tying his other arm and his left leg to the far reaches of the bed posts.
he was positioned for me to touch, lick, suck, chew and grope...
a rugged display of servitude.
he willing gave himself to Me.
I whispered in his ear, "I am here. I am home."

I began my inspection as I gently caressed his torso...light touches interspersed with rough licks and firm gropes...bypassing My meat, which was clearly engorged.

I knelt beside him and purposefully gnawed on his nipple and the muscle of his left pec.
He sighed.
I could smell the aroma of his pits and I nestled my face into the stench and licked.
He moaned.
We kissed.
I bit into his thigh, just below the leg band of the briefs.
He flinched and again moaned, with a slight growl.

And through the fabric I could smell the built up raunch encased in the pouch of the briefs. He had been denied to touch his cock for the past day so the residual post-piss drips were caught in the fabric. With spots of dried precum intermixed with the piss and natural ball sweat, he simply reeked of masculinity.

I told him he smelled like piss.
And he was rewarded, as I began chewing at the fabric just above My hole.

Towser - i am His...He Owns me...

To be Owned is the life I have chosen and it consumes me... filling me on every level and layer in my life....

To give yourself unconditional to your Master..every part of one's life...to many this may be beyond understanding...

Giving every part of one's being, their entirety...every essence of their being..

It is having an undying Trust, Love, Honor, Loyalty, and it is a complete Privilege...it is my desire..

To have your Master control when you touch His cock for example...for I have given Him My body, He Owns me completely, to have and hold...to provide any and all...to provide myself for his every request and desire...

I have been permanently collard...I wear a single leather strap simply tied by my Master around my neck...He is with me...Always... my collar represents not only my loyalty and obedience, but His Love his More Than Love for me...

Being My Master's thrall I am with Him always letting Him know what and where I am...it fills me..beyond anything I have every dreamed... but have desired from my inner depths....

We grow constantly as a partnership, every level and layer of US...

He is my World, my One..

I am blessed and I have been given such a gift...a gift which is immeasurable...

Thank YOU my Master my Man my pbhtTMS...MTLU

Your pbPmTP..Your slave Your servant Your thrall

Sirge - level two

I was very pleased to have him standing next to Me

when I picked out the next layer of gear

he would be wearing during his restraint training.

I was proud to have him place them on the counter

when we cashed out, then handed him the bag, after I paid.

A lighter fabric and a tighter fit.

As you can see from his reaction,

it plays well against MY body.

Sirge - his needs

To own someone means their thoughts and needs may take precedence of your own. Though you may want them to act or perform in a specific way, it requires tact and skill to ensure their desires are being satiated. Knowing what My sub wants and providing him with the opportunities to explore his desires can bring Me much pleasure. Fulfilling his desires can be more important than fulfilling my own.

A relationship of ownership is so much more than physical.

For example - this morning while he laid in bed, I instructed him to pull his briefs down just enough to expose My meat, just enough to expose My cock yet to feel the fabric wrapped around his thighs. he was told to grab his collar with one hand and his leash with the other - his chain tethered to the bed and to his ankle.

He then was directed to spit on My meat.

I then directed him to pull the briefs back on and to get out of bed and start his day.

he followed his directives as given.

For some, this may seem like a mild, simple, physical act.

I will let him describe in his own words how he felt about this experience -

1) How did it make you feel, as a Man, to spit on yourself?
My Master, My Man directed me to spit on His cock...the cock he OWNS...I did as I was directed to do...It filled my heart, my soul with great Love, made my spirit soar to be able to do as my Master requested...I was filled with masculinity, my testosterone flared ...I am not some wimpy man...I am strong I am filled with  feelings of great privilege, honor, obligation to ALL my Master directs and obligates of His Man, His mutt Towser, His thrall to experience in our Partnership.

2) How did you feel, as My collared and tethered thrall, to spit on yourself first thing this morning?
I am My Master's, My Man's thrall - his only slave, his servant for all...the penis which hangs and sways between my legs IS OWNED by HIM...I will always do as I am directed, as I am requested to do...We are a partnership - a Master and His thrall...it is My GREATEST privilege to Serve Him.

3) How did it make you feel to be woken this morning and follow My directives?
I was brought out of my slumber as I am daily by My Master...I am HIS slave, HIS servant, HIS man...HE Owns all that Is ME.. I am continually filled with All that is HIM...He makes me feel more Manly, more Masculine, more raw, and open to all that is HIM and US...I serve My Master, My Man with a heart and soul and a  soaring spirit OWNED by Him.

As you can read, the act in itself not only produce a physical reaction in My man, but there was a much greater and deeper emotional and mental connectedness...knowing who he is and strengthening his knowledge of Our relationship.

I believe My thrall knows what I crave is very linked to his responses. It is simply watching, hearing or reading about his responses drives me - wanting to push him forward, harder and deeper into a realm of submission. It's not always the actions but his thoughts, feelings and reactions that make me growl, stir, swell with pride or just simply smile.

I often tell My thrall that I want to crawl inside of him.

And I will strive to find ways to seep deeper into his body, heart, mind and soul.

Towser - grinding and groaning

My Man, My Master, instructed me to climb upstairs to Our bed - place his worn scent-ridden t-shirt upon my body, tether myself as I have done for weeks now, with the chain link leash around my right ankle. I was then instructed with further directions to pull on My Master's form-fitting CK's - holding My Master's cock in a pocket of soft, yet confining cotton, with spots of precum and piss marking the pouch. I received further instructions - to turn off the light by the bed, roll on my stomach, remove my ring from my glans, reach for the edge of the mattress and grind, gyrate and hump. To allow the soft cotton pouch of the piss and precum stained briefs massage and bring My Master's cock to a state of being completely engorged and swollen.

I went to one of OUR many rooms. I could feel My Man, My Master, just on the edge of His hole. I could feel Him on top of me. OUR bodies as ONE. Him "taking" what he knew was His on every layer and level possible. I could feel us rolling over and My Master backing His ass into my face and directing me to chew and gnaw - to taste his sweat, to chew on an dlick His ball sack lightly, to enjoy and devour His HOLE. It was warm, touched with sweat and the hint of a day's raunch. It was enveloping me in ecstasy.

As directly as it began, I received my next instruction - to roll over on my back and bring myself to release. My visions had turned to an even more swollen engorged cock, dripping with precum - visions of My Master laying with me, next to me, all around ME. I could feel Him all over HIS body. He was in My heart, My soul. My spirit was flying with His. As I knew He had directed me to release, He was doing the same. I craved His touch, His spray. Wherever He chose to feed me - be it my chest, HIS hole, MY Mouth. I could feel Him pleasuring Himself with My body.

We Were ONE...
As Always...

My Master, My Man, Thank YOU for always caring for me, on all OUR Levels and Layers, for protecting me from danger. My safety is always your concern and most importantly for LOVING ME. More Than Loving ME!!!

YOUR pbPmTP
YOUR thrall

Sirge - swollen

Knowing he was wearing my briefs, that My meat was being mildly confined, I reached over and grazed my hands across the top of his crotch. he had only touched himself once in the past 24 hours and as any real man knows that touching, groping and adjusting oneself is a natural thing men do. But to now be commanded not to touch, even after pissing, only created an increase in his awareness, focus and desire to want to hold it. This made him much more conscious of his mental and physical situation thus his automatic response was to swell. The moan that escaped him was a cross between a sigh and a growl.

I instructed him to pull just the running pants down to expose himself. My meat, so rugged and solid was pushing against the cotton fabric in an attempt to escape the entrapment...and the clearly visible wet-spot indicated how he was responding to the situation. I touched the skin right below the band of the leg. I watched him squirm and flinch. I firmly grabbed his inner thigh. I worked around, touching and rubbing the fabric and I watched him throb. Reaching up and under the leg band, with a spit lubed finger I gently touched My hole. His back arched in response. I let him smell my finger, and then fed him the sweaty raunch from my probing. I did all of this while completely avoiding touching My meat.

With my hand only an inch away, I asked him if he wanted me to touch it and he simply replied, "Yes."
I asked him again and he replied, "Yes, please."
I asked him yet again and he replied, "Yes, please my Master."

I firmly grasped him. So swollen and very warm, more pre-cum soaked through the material. he was engorged and thicker than I have ever felt him before. I patted My meat a few times, a bit rough, but I did not intended to inflict any pain. I scraped my fingers along the shaft and teased him by squeezing the head with my fingers. I repeatedly pinched the skin under his swollen glans, a place he enjoys me to chew, and he shook with excitement and his legs quivered in response.

he was given instructions to pull the briefs down and I grabbed him, and squeezed even more pre-cum from his head. As I wiped the glistening liquid from My meat, he opened his mouth in anticipation to be fed, but he watched as I licked the fluid off my own finger. I then let him suck my finger to taste any residual fluids. He eagerly sucked with unashamed abandon. I squeezed My meat again and watched another pool of pre-cum form on the slit of his head. Clearly he was very aroused and I wiped the liquid over the head of his cock.

I asked him if he wanted to touch himself. he told me he did. I asked him why he wanted to touch his own meat and he replied, "Because it is Yours."

I allowed him to hold his own hot flesh in his hands and he pulled and stroked for just a brief period of time. I wanted him to feel and know how My meat felt after being confined for a day. I then instructed him him to pull both the briefs and his running pants back up.

As he laid back, I told him how proud I was of him, how beautiful and masculine he was and how I wanted to take him further. I whispered in his ear, "There will always be more."

he knows what I mean...more power, more directives, more demands and more commands. Based on his reactions to the 24 hours of self-control and restriction at this primary level, I know he is willing to give more and he craves more. And I look forward to increasing the intensity, duration and types of bondage to take him physically further under My control and mentally deeper into his own submission.

Towser - held and constricted

After sharing my thougths with My Master, My One, My Sirge, regarding the desire, want and need for a cock cage I was first directed first to not touch His meat at all - not for shaking off after a piss or even to adjust. And I am one to enjoy feeling His cock, His meat.

Was I going to be able to follow MY Master's directive?

Oh, yes I was.....for I knew not only did I desire to feel His control, which is filled with complete devotion and understanding regarding what His Man, His mutt Towser needs always.  I have craved and desired not only the constriction, but also the control of My Sirge, My Master...to see if I was mentally ready to fulfill these very deep desires I have needed and felt so deep down in my inner depths and could only ever be with My Sirge, My Man, My Master. But it is also knowing I am pleasing Him...the pleasure in feeling and knowing his mutt Towser was doing as he was directed and requested to do
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My next directive was to take the pair of CK briefs I had been instructed to put on...fresh, white with a predominate pouch for His cock, His meat. As I pulled them on and felt the constriction the soft cotton envelop His meat and his ass...and know this would be the only time I would be able to adjust His meat. I was swollen and engorged before ever having pulled them up to my waist. As I started my experience of self-control and desire to please My Master...my heart raced. I first had been directed not to touch His meat and I felt such desire and need to do as My Master, My Sirge had directed.  Now, I was wearing the briefs he wanted me to wear...the feeling of control and restriction.

He fills me with all that makes me feel whole...complete. I am filled with the devotion He desires with Pure Honor and Privilege. What We have is beyond anything I ever imagined...and My Master fills ever pore that makes me who I am.

I desire all He will give me and I will receive all with such humbleness and complete willingness.

He is My Master, My Sirge, My ONE...

MTLU YOUR pbPmTP
Your thrall

Sirge - level one

Simple discipline and control with a pair of my briefs.

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Sirge - endurance

When he told me a cock cage was in the top five items on his wish list for gear, I was very pleased. Yes, it would be very easy to just shackle and lock up My meat in a device and let him deal with the emotional, mental and physical torture of being confined and restrained. Yet, knowing he doesn't even like the feeling of being constricted by wearing any form of briefs, I know he needs to be conditioned and trained before he is caged. This also will provide Me with another level of control and management of My thrall's body and mind.

Over the next weeks, he will go through various levels of confinement - both in types and duration. If all goes well in his training, he will be rewarded with a metal lockable cock cage.

Last night he was instructed not to touch himself, and now 12 hours later the condition still stands. he may not even touch My meat to shake after pissing or adjust himself while wearing My cum and piss stained crusty jock. The only exception to this directive is he has one and only one opportunity to adjust himself when he puts on a pair of My CK cotton briefs which he will wear today, into the night, for one full day.

These briefs of soft cotton firmly hold and cusp my own cock and balls and present the feeling of a hand gently groping my crotch. With a rubber glans ring around the head of My meat, and My cock and balls cinched tight with a leather cock ring, I believe this entry-level of confinement will bring him great pleasure...considering he is usually in a semi-aroused state at all times.

he is to confirm the directives given by providing tasteful pics of him wearing My briefs. I am already swollen with pride and anticipation as I sit and wait for him to follow-through with his commands.

he will be expected to report out on his feelings of servitude, submission and self-giving at this gentle level of honor-bondage and self-discipline. It will be interesting to read his thoughts on how he manages himself for the next 24-hours.

Sirge - more than

I hope he understands that Owning him is more than...
being physically and sexually submissive.

I hope he knows that Owning him is more than...
being linked to his daily life and accounts, his household responsibilities and career.

I hope he knows that being Owned is...
a state of mind,
an emotional capacity,
deeper than physical or sexual actions.

My beliefs of Owning him include...
- freedom - to allow himself to be Owned on the various levels and layers of Our relationship
- respect - for himself and for Me
- trust - what I present to him or request of him will make him a better Man and deepen Our relationship
- obedience - the desire/want to be given and to follow directives
- conditioning - allowing himself to be trained, in a manner that meets Our needs and desires
- caring - for his physical, sexual, mental, emotional and spiritual needs

I hope he is beginning to feel the deeper sense of being Owned.
That as Mine,
he continues to unconditionally and freely gives himself to Me.

Sirge - first

mutt's first experience being blindfolded, gagged and bound...
it won't be his last.

Sirge - it's beginning

he meets my needs and dutifully follows my directives.
he knows what I want
and I will continue to provide opportunities for him
to explore his own physical and emotional desires.

Yet My mission is not only to physically own him,
and have him follow my commands,
or to have him service me,
and please me
or to physically control him.

I will crawl further
and deeper into his mind
and his soul.

I will condition, groom and train him to become the most majestic Man he can be.

he will bathe, eat, drink, walk, think, breath and share with Me,
and for Me.
not because I have told him to
but he will want to
independently
on his own.

it's beginning to show...

he asked me tonight if he could wear his collar.
Of course I told him he could.
he has now asked if he could wear it to bed tonight.

he is beginning to truly understand.

Sirge - more than physical

I wake him while he is still tethered to the bed.
I give him instructions.
he listens.
he obeys.

I instruct him to touch My hole.
he does as he is told to do.
I tell him to present My hole to Me.
he does as he is instructed.

On his stomach with his legs spread,
holding My piece of solid meat in his fist.
Grinding and pushing,
he follows My commands.

I watch.
he knows this pleases me.
My Man, My mutt.
a gentle reminder that he is Mine.

he showcases his body for Me.
As I give him directives,
he touches hard and pulls and rubs
as I proudly watch him release for Me.

he is my certified possession.
he is my property.
I own him
in more ways than just the physical.

Towser - The Man who Owns me

These last few weeks have been weeks of Huge growth for me...
I have met with many realities in my life...
I am Blessed and have been given a Gift that is worth MORE than money, MORE than any tangible possession I can Hold...

I have a Heart, Soul, Spirit, a Love Much Greater than anything I had ever dreamed of or thought I would have in my Life...

This Gift, this Blessing is MY Sirge. He shares All with me - His thoughts, His desires, His wants, His needs, His dreams, His sadness, His Joys, and all in between.

My Sirge has opened My eyes, My heart, My spirit..My thoughts, My soul.

He has helped me grow to be a better man, a better partner, a better All for him...

I work very hard at expressing to him the love, the More Than LOVE, I carry in my heart, my soul, my spirit...My entirety.

My Sirge fills me with All.
He is my One.
He Owns me...an ache I have yearned for.
A lifetime I have waited for this Man, this Sirge...
I am HIS...
As He his mine....caring for me, insuring my security, my well being, my All....

He is with me Always...

With all I am, filled with All of HIM...
HIS pbPmtTP

Sirge - trust

When I first saw the timid stray mutt, he kept his distance.

I crouched down,

and extended my hand.
I whistled for him.
he sniffed the air and gingerly approached.
he would take a few small steps forward,

then pause

as he assessed the situation.

I lowered my hand even more.

We both patiently waited

and after a while he got close enough to sniff my hand.

he finally let me touch him.
It was a simple touch to show him I cared.

I did not lunge at him.

he needed to build trust in knowing I would not hurt him.

I offered him some water.

but he took a step back.

I kept still and he finally approached the bowl.
he quizzically looked up at me.

his eyes still asking if he should trust me

or even trust himself.
I encouraged him to drink

and he finally lapped with great thirst.

When he was finished

I stood and took the empty bowl.

I turned and started walking towards the house
yet I noticed he stayed right where he was.

After taking a few more steps,

I whistled for him again

and he started walking in my direction.

I opened the back door and with no signs of hesitation,
he entered.
When I went to the fridge and made myself a thick hearty sandwich.
he quietly followed me.
he did not beg but sat patiently in the middle of the kitchen.
As I dropped pieces of my sandwich onto the floor
he ate.

I then held out a piece for him, still in my hand.

he walked over and again looked up at me,
waiting for me to give him approval to accept what was being offered.
he gently took the piece from my hand into his mouth.

When we were finished
I went upstairs to the bedroom and began to undress.
he followed me and stood at the doorway and watched.
As I took my boots off,
he fully entered the room
and he dug his nose into the pile of clothes I dropped to the floor.
he was learning to define my scent.

No words were exchanged as I sat at the edge of the bed
and we both looked at each other
each wondering what the other was going to do next.
I patted the mattress and coaxed him up.

Now months later, he has let me bathe and groom him.
he has willing accepted his collar
and he carries his leash to bed each night.
he sleeps wrapped up besides me,
with his head nuzzled in the pit of my arm.

he knows when things are to be taken seriously.
Yet he understands when there are times for play.
We can look at each other and just know.
he is my constant and faithful companion.
I trust in him as he trusts in me.
Each of us giving what each other needs.

I could not imagine what my life was like before him.
nor can I imagine what my life would now be like without him,
by my side.

Sirge - knowing

he's going to bed.
he will be tethered to the bed post with his leash.
he will be wearing my grungy t-shirt.

What more could I ask for
knowing he is Mine?

Towser - rituals

I started my day receiving my morning wake up...
And my day begins unleashing my tether from my ankle...
Our morning greetings our time together, something I crave, desire every day....
I keep my Sirge aware of my every movement and action as my morning routine continues...
the coffee made the dog fed..my first morning inhale of nicotine...
WE share All
As we share our thought in the early morning...
I am filled with what makes me engorged every moment of My life.

I have spent a long 7 very, long days away from MY Sirge...MY All...MY ONE...
Although we were apart, we were together as much as we could and did,
thank god for today's electronic age....

As previous posts note, one of MY/ Our very intimate and life giving daily rituals, Our Morning blessing...
I began yesterday with MY blessing under the direction OF and with MY Sirge.
Today it is one of MY morning directives from MY All...
Upon completion I feel Him transcend me as always...
As our level and layers have increased...
taking our blessing cloth and soaking it with MY Sirge's Nectar...
touching all the places I have been instructed to..

I have spent MY life waiting for MY All...MY One...

Every part of ME is filled with MY Man, MY Sirge, MY All, MY One...

Our week apart brought us...to GREATER Places...
to places I have only dreamed about...
I can't tell MY Sirge enough HOW much He has filled ME with All...
I am His, he OWNS All of me, something I have desired for a lifetime...

Thank YOU MY Sirge, MY Man, MY All, MY ONE...

YOUR pbPSmTP...
YOUR Thrall

Sirge - home

I woke to read that My Man, My mutt, is Home.
I smiled to know he had arrived safely and to know he was in Our bed.
It made me very proud to read his notification when he got up in the middle of the night.
he knows this would please me.
And it does.

he already has a list of items to fetch today - tokens I left for him...from Me, to him, for Us.
he already has specific instructions on what to do with some of those items today.
he will be given more tasks, directives and deadlines very soon.

For now, I feel very comforted knowing he is safe, sleeping and resting.

With great pride to call him Mine.
Welcome home,
My Man, My mutt, My Towser, My SPP

Sirge - last night

I met him last night.

he was standing, waiting, in the dimly light hallway, barefoot and draped in a black toga. I took his hand and opened the door before us. The walls of the room were painted black, matching the hardness of the concrete floor. A single utility light suspended from the ceiling cast a soft worn light across the floor.

In the middle of the room stood a bench - a simple wooden bench, padded with black leather. He laid back on the bench. Still clothed, he intuitively raised his arms back over his head, filling the space around us with his masculine rawness of his unwashed pits.

he flinched, then moaned, when he felt the cold metal shackles wrap around his ankles and I chained his legs to the frame. I caressed MY body...My property. I touched him lightly and rubbed him hard. I toyed with MY hole, teasing him, watching him squirm. And the more I touched him there, the higher and longer he held his hips up. I then ravaged MY hole.

I straddled him and stood over him. I knew he wanted me to take him further. I marked him as I sprayed a hard steady stream on his chest, neck and face. In a bondage of trust, he held his head still and opened his mouth to take whatever washed over his lips.

I reached back and under his robe. I firmly grabbed him. His rugged solid meat pulsed in my fist. I pushed back the cloth, mounted his sword and together We rode into the coming new year.

This morning I woke to find my groin wet.
I knew he had been here.