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.