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.