Towser - To be Owned and Possessed

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

Sirge - toys

 

Told the boy to bring Our toys.

 

Used a few on My body:

 

blindfold

hood

ball gag

dog collar

leash

nipple pumps

rubber glans ring

a few clothespins

 

Stood and watched him throb and leak pre-cum.

Stood and watched when he was instructed to "take care of it."

Stood and watched My good boy.

 

Sirge - lesson

The lesson this weekend is for him to understand that as My thrall he doesn't need a collar or a harness. he doesn't need a piece of rope to be confined and restrained. he doesn't need to wear a cinch, a tag, or a cock cage, or to be branded or publically registered as My slave. Though all those concepts completely energize Me, for him to freely give himself to Me and affirm his place in My life, all he has to do is follow one simple premise.

And that is to obey.

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 - level three

Last night when we went to bed he was instructed to encass himself with soft black boxer briefs. he was told to add another layer of confinement, over the underwear, by binding his crotch with a simple harness made of rope. he followed directives, as he should.

Now with a layer of fabric enveloping My cock, edged and framed by the rope, I instructed him to grind My meat into the mattress. While he was still awake, I wanted him to experience the sensation of swelling when being confined in this manner. he was then told to sleep as I said good night.

I am now waking him to find how he slept for the first time being constrained and restricted at this level. I imagine his noctural erections would be limited from being completely and fully realized. Hopefully he is learning to appreciate the sense of restraint, the giving of submission, while feeling My power and control.

When he awoke, he asked if he could unbind. I knew he needed to piss. And as predicted, he reported he felt the restraint during the night, not being able to completely harden, due to the layers of binding. he woke in the night finding his hand on My meat and his other hand holding his chain. he described the experience as mildly uncomfortable - like trying to piss with a hard-on. I am smiling...as that is exactly what I wanted him to feel, as we grow ever closer to completely locking My meat in a full-blown cock cage.

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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....

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.

And he obeys.

he pleases Me very much

in so many ways.

Sirge - service

When he is here, he knows what to do.

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.

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.

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 - level one

Simple discipline and control with a pair of my briefs.

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Sirge - endurance

When he told me a cock cage was in the top five items on his wish list for gear, I was very pleased. Yes, it would be very easy to just shackle and lock up My meat in a device and let him deal with the emotional, mental and physical torture of being confined and restrained. Yet, knowing he doesn't even like the feeling of being constricted by wearing any form of briefs, I know he needs to be conditioned and trained before he is caged. This also will provide Me with another level of control and management of My thrall's body and mind.

Over the next weeks, he will go through various levels of confinement - both in types and duration. If all goes well in his training, he will be rewarded with a metal lockable cock cage.

Last night he was instructed not to touch himself, and now 12 hours later the condition still stands. he may not even touch My meat to shake after pissing or adjust himself while wearing My cum and piss stained crusty jock. The only exception to this directive is he has one and only one opportunity to adjust himself when he puts on a pair of My CK cotton briefs which he will wear today, into the night, for one full day.

These briefs of soft cotton firmly hold and cusp my own cock and balls and present the feeling of a hand gently groping my crotch. With a rubber glans ring around the head of My meat, and My cock and balls cinched tight with a leather cock ring, I believe this entry-level of confinement will bring him great pleasure...considering he is usually in a semi-aroused state at all times.

he is to confirm the directives given by providing tasteful pics of him wearing My briefs. I am already swollen with pride and anticipation as I sit and wait for him to follow-through with his commands.

he will be expected to report out on his feelings of servitude, submission and self-giving at this gentle level of honor-bondage and self-discipline. It will be interesting to read his thoughts on how he manages himself for the next 24-hours.

Sirge - more than

I hope he understands that Owning him is more than...
being physically and sexually submissive.

I hope he knows that Owning him is more than...
being linked to his daily life and accounts, his household responsibilities and career.

I hope he knows that being Owned is...
a state of mind,
an emotional capacity,
deeper than physical or sexual actions.

My beliefs of Owning him include...
- freedom - to allow himself to be Owned on the various levels and layers of Our relationship
- respect - for himself and for Me
- trust - what I present to him or request of him will make him a better Man and deepen Our relationship
- obedience - the desire/want to be given and to follow directives
- conditioning - allowing himself to be trained, in a manner that meets Our needs and desires
- caring - for his physical, sexual, mental, emotional and spiritual needs

I hope he is beginning to feel the deeper sense of being Owned.
That as Mine,
he continues to unconditionally and freely gives himself to Me.

Sirge - first

mutt's first experience being blindfolded, gagged and bound...
it won't be his last.

Sirge - it's beginning

he meets my needs and dutifully follows my directives.
he knows what I want
and I will continue to provide opportunities for him
to explore his own physical and emotional desires.

Yet My mission is not only to physically own him,
and have him follow my commands,
or to have him service me,
and please me
or to physically control him.

I will crawl further
and deeper into his mind
and his soul.

I will condition, groom and train him to become the most majestic Man he can be.

he will bathe, eat, drink, walk, think, breath and share with Me,
and for Me.
not because I have told him to
but he will want to
independently
on his own.

it's beginning to show...

he asked me tonight if he could wear his collar.
Of course I told him he could.
he has now asked if he could wear it to bed tonight.

he is beginning to truly understand.

Sirge - more than physical

I wake him while he is still tethered to the bed.
I give him instructions.
he listens.
he obeys.

I instruct him to touch My hole.
he does as he is told to do.
I tell him to present My hole to Me.
he does as he is instructed.

On his stomach with his legs spread,
holding My piece of solid meat in his fist.
Grinding and pushing,
he follows My commands.

I watch.
he knows this pleases me.
My Man, My mutt.
a gentle reminder that he is Mine.

he showcases his body for Me.
As I give him directives,
he touches hard and pulls and rubs
as I proudly watch him release for Me.

he is my certified possession.
he is my property.
I own him
in more ways than just the physical.