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.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
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....
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....
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
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.
It is what I want.
And he obeys.
he pleases Me very much
in so many ways.
Monday, February 13, 2012
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
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
Sunday, February 12, 2012
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.
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.
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 - 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.
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.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
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
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
Thursday, February 2, 2012
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.
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.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
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
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
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