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 - 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.

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.

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.

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.

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 - 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 - trust

When I first saw the timid stray mutt, he kept his distance.

I crouched down,

and extended my hand.
I whistled for him.
he sniffed the air and gingerly approached.
he would take a few small steps forward,

then pause

as he assessed the situation.

I lowered my hand even more.

We both patiently waited

and after a while he got close enough to sniff my hand.

he finally let me touch him.
It was a simple touch to show him I cared.

I did not lunge at him.

he needed to build trust in knowing I would not hurt him.

I offered him some water.

but he took a step back.

I kept still and he finally approached the bowl.
he quizzically looked up at me.

his eyes still asking if he should trust me

or even trust himself.
I encouraged him to drink

and he finally lapped with great thirst.

When he was finished

I stood and took the empty bowl.

I turned and started walking towards the house
yet I noticed he stayed right where he was.

After taking a few more steps,

I whistled for him again

and he started walking in my direction.

I opened the back door and with no signs of hesitation,
he entered.
When I went to the fridge and made myself a thick hearty sandwich.
he quietly followed me.
he did not beg but sat patiently in the middle of the kitchen.
As I dropped pieces of my sandwich onto the floor
he ate.

I then held out a piece for him, still in my hand.

he walked over and again looked up at me,
waiting for me to give him approval to accept what was being offered.
he gently took the piece from my hand into his mouth.

When we were finished
I went upstairs to the bedroom and began to undress.
he followed me and stood at the doorway and watched.
As I took my boots off,
he fully entered the room
and he dug his nose into the pile of clothes I dropped to the floor.
he was learning to define my scent.

No words were exchanged as I sat at the edge of the bed
and we both looked at each other
each wondering what the other was going to do next.
I patted the mattress and coaxed him up.

Now months later, he has let me bathe and groom him.
he has willing accepted his collar
and he carries his leash to bed each night.
he sleeps wrapped up besides me,
with his head nuzzled in the pit of my arm.

he knows when things are to be taken seriously.
Yet he understands when there are times for play.
We can look at each other and just know.
he is my constant and faithful companion.
I trust in him as he trusts in me.
Each of us giving what each other needs.

I could not imagine what my life was like before him.
nor can I imagine what my life would now be like without him,
by my side.

Sirge - knowing

he's going to bed.
he will be tethered to the bed post with his leash.
he will be wearing my grungy t-shirt.

What more could I ask for
knowing he is Mine?

Sirge - My gift

This morning before My mutt took off for errands, I told him I was going to implant a GPS chip in his ass. While he was out, I found an app that would suit this purpose. My cock swelled as I downloaded it directly to his phone. I can now keep track of his every move and know where My man is at all times.

A simple gift to him, with a greater sense of Ownership.

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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Sirge - groomed

Standing naked, I told him to raise his hands above his head. he immediately obeyed as I tied his hands together with the canvas military belt. I then raised his arms up as I tied the other end to the shower curtain rod above his head. My Man, enslaved for me to do as I wanted to his body. he stood there facing the mirror.

It was evident that he was enjoying the experience as I graped his cock and watched a stream of precum leak from the head of his swollen cock. I caught the drip in the palm of my hand then looked him directly in the eyes as I reached up and smeared the precum on his stubbled cheek and across his mouth.

I asked him if he was ready.

he simply replied, "Yes."

With the electric trimmer in my hand, I adjusted the dial.

"You are going short. Very short."

he moaned.

he knew.

I had already warned him I was going to groom him. Tethered like an animal, he was going to be shorn.

The razor hit the upper part of his left armpit.

My cock throbbed as I brought the razor down and watched the hair hit the floor.

I adjusted the guard down one more level and went at his pit again. When I finished that side, I reached and felt the visible stubble left behind. Very masculine. his pit reeked from sweat and spit. I then held my fingers to his nose and he inhaled. he immediately opened his mouth and sucked on my fingers.

I did the same to the other pit as I had just done to his left.

I looked at him and again asked if he was ready as I ran my hand across his chest.

Again he told me he was. And he knew he really didn't have a choice. he had to be ready because I was going to do it.

I ran the razor down from his pec across his chest. Cleaning him up. I grabbed his firm nipple and yanked while I worked my way around his tender flesh.

When his chest was complete, I ran my hand across the light brown fur on his abdomen. I couldn't wait to finish him and again the razor tore away the soft fine hairs down to his crotch.

I took a step back as I shut the razor off and looked at him. My Man, still tied up with the belt, the hair on his pits and body now shorter than the hair on his face. A vision of pure masculinity.

My mutt.

I knelt in front of him and took his cock in my mouth. My cock. My piece of meat. I sucked. I chewed on the flesh as I knew he liked.

I reached up and touched him. The soft fur now replaced with stubble. Erotic and sensual.

I then stood and whispered in his ear that the only thing that could have added to this experience was to have someone, or other guys, watch. Watch his cock throb, watch My mutt get trimmed. I am sure there were men out there that would have loved to have simply been in the room and watch me take possession of his body with the razor.

I then untied him and told him that I was going to let him touch himself. As he intrinsically placed his arms down by his sides, I anticipated his reaction of feeling the effects of his transformation.

I gave him permission and he ran his hands across his chest. I then touched him, both of us inspecting him. I took control of his hand and moved it up across his pecs. In this direction, you could really feel the rugged stubble. We both firmly felt his pits as our mouths met and i buried my tongue to find his.

We both knew that this experience helped solidify his place in my life - for My mutt to be groomed for his very first time.

Sirge - chained

Matching chains encircle our necks.
They bind and unite Us.
Stainless steel.
The energy of the metal...strong, solid, confident, as two men should be.
The clasps connect Us.
Where there once was a beginning and an end, now bring two lives together as one.
When they slink and move across our skin, we both know we are being touched by a power much greater than love.
I know he is with me at all times.
I hold my chain at night, as tightly as I hold his heart, mind, body and soul.
I own him.
He belongs to me.
He is Mine.
As I am his.
You are My mutt.
You are My Towser.
You are My Man.

Sirge - on being owned

I asked mutt the following questions and here are his replies.

Sirge: What does it mean for you to be owned?

mutt: To Me being Owned means having you control all of me as You do my heart, My soul, My mind , My spirit, to care for my all...to be my partner through thick and thin good and bad...Loved beyond Love

Sirge: Why do you want to be own?

mutt: i want to be Owned because i need and want to feel i am yours and only yours...that i belong to You and only You...to feel i belong to only ONE...and that is You, MY Sirge, My Tt, MY One and ONLY....

I cannot always find the words to express how this makes me feel but to know that I have him, my Man, my mutt, my Towser brings me the greatest joy I have ever experienced in MY life.

With great dignity, care, devotion, love, understanding and respect...
I am very proud to say, "I own you, mutt."

Sirge - proud

It thrills me to no end, provides a sense of great self-esteem, brings me much happiness and a true feeling of self-worth to know my mutt, my Towser, is able to express his emotions. he has come a long way to this juncture in Our lives and I can only imagine how much deeper and farther Our partnership will go. It's truly with his willingness to let go...that we both grow. I have told him I have wanted to crawl under his skin...feel each breath, each movement, see his thoughts, share his dreams. I want him to feel me with him at ALL times, as I feel him with me. There's no greater sense of pride when someone gives himself to you and they allow themselves to be owned.

Sirge - on being owned

I have asked mutt Towser to write and post an entry on what it means for him to be owned.