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Showing posts with label meat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label meat. Show all posts
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Sirge - meat
Good boy.
Sunday, June 3, 2012
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...
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...
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Sirge - deep inside
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.
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.
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.
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 31, 2012
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.
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.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
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.
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.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
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