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
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Monday, December 10, 2012
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
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
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
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
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
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
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
Sunday, December 11, 2011
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.
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.
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