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 - 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 - 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 - 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.

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
.
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 - 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.

Sirge - ripe

he's grown accustomed to My scent.
he intrinsically knows what to do,
when his face is placed right here - right where it belongs.

A week's worth of sweat saved up for My man, My mutt.

Lick.
Suck.
Chew.
Gnaw.

Towser - My Cravings

i spend every moment of every day Craving so many different things from and of MY Sirge....be it his salty sweaty pits, his raunchy yet oh so sweet dank sphincter..semi tangy spittle, thick hot creamy sweet sweet sperm.....

i take these cravings in many different places and ways...
across a bed
kneeling on a bathroom floor in front of a commode
laying on my back sucking with the thirst of a suckling child
head bent back over the edge...tongue working and spit and raunchy raunch running down my chin...

Where ever My Sirge wants me I am taking and accepting any all,.... My All will give me...

He gives me everything....not always when i think i need it but always when it is time for my needs and wants to be met...

He is MY Sirge , He is My giver of all...He is My Partner..

Thank U...for Owning Me for caring for me...

lmcOu.. MTLU...Ur pbSPmTP

Sirge - piss and groan

Standing at the toilet with my pants unzipped and unbuttoned I turned just enough so he could watch me piss. As the steady stream hit the bowl he entered. In true mutt fashion he got on his hands and knees at the base of the bowl and said, "Stop."

He immediately took my dick in his mouth. We both knew I needed to finish pissing as I shot one solid squirt into his mouth, then another. he began to suck and as I began to harden, I started to pull out. Another stream, partially caught in his mouth, continued spraying across his cheek as my dick left his lips.

I looked down at him. My man, so masculine, so real. No physical collar or leash but clearly owned - ready to service and serve.

I bent down to kiss his mouth and he responded by feeding me some of my own piss from his mouth to mine. I stood and swallowed, while still on his knees he swallowed, too. Slightly bitter, like charred coffee, it flowed down my throat.

He stood and I licked the piss off his cheek and neck. Well it was more like I used my tongue to coat his cheek and neck with the residual piss that sprayed his face. He stood there and bent his head back to give me access to his jaw and I lightly chewed on his neck, signifying my appreciation and admiration for his service.

From there we continued our domestic duties but I soon realized I had not completely emptied my bladder. When I whistled for mutt, he came back to the dimly lit bathroom and found me sitting on the toilet. With my pants wrapped around my ankles and my dick in my hand, I pointed to my crotch. he approached me, again on his hands and knees, and swallowed me. he sucked and I held his head. I held his head to be physically connected but to also control his motions. I wanted to control the rhythm of my dick gliding in his mouth. With two black rubber rings wrapped around the head of my dick, each stroke within his mouth produced waves of intense pleasure. I needed to manage the intensity by controlling the movement of my dick in his mouth. I will also admit that I enjoyed holding his head because of the control and the pure domination.

Here I had my Man, my mutt, my Towser, my partner, my best friend, on his hands and knees between my legs as I sat on the toilet. Here I was in a dark erotic physical place with my dick in his mouth. When I looked down at him I flew to a mental space that I had only dreamed of when I fell asleep alone in the darkness of night grinding my hardness into the mattress.

I instructed him to stand and directed him to take his cock out of his jeans. In a deft move his red swollen cock was in my mouth. Through reciprocation, though it was a small act, I wanted to acknowledge my appreciate for his oral submission.

But this did not last long as he silently fell to his knees and I stood. Now in the doorway, I again held his head, and with a great sense of power, I used his mouth for my own pleasure. At times I braced myself with my hands on the door frame and just held my cock in his mouth.

I told him I have waited forever to be here...at this particular place and moment. Through groans I attempted to explain to him how I have searched for someone to be mine, to have someone to own, to feel a sense of unity with another man. As far as I was concerned, this was perfection. I told him I wished there were other men watching...watching him submit and service. I wanted other men to see him on his knees with my dick in his mouth because I was so proud of him.

he acknowledged my words by quickening the movement of his head. When I told him to lick he intuitively lapped at my balls. While he licked, I jerked and as I held his jaw with my other hand, I asked him if he was ready. In response he opened his mouth, as the first spurt of cum landed on his cupped tongue. He caught every shot and finished me off by covering my dick with his lips.

A true mutt.

I fed him the cum that lingered on my fingers and wiped my hands on his rugged stubbled face. When I bent down, just as he fed me earlier, he now fed me my own cum and we again both swallowed.

My Man, my mutt...owned, valued, kept...in my heart, body, mind and soul. I often struggle finding words in our language to completely convey my feelings for him. For now, as I have told him many times before, I more than love him.

Sirge - meat

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