#suit and tie

Following the offices dress coe and finding a way to suport his Team. The sign of a smart grown up Jock.

His office might have a suit and tie dress code but his Boss has a dress code of his own.

Checking his phone agian he shallowed hard. He’d done it. He’d followed the orders and he was here. He couldn’t wait for his man to pick him up.

Sometimes it still stops his heart and gives him butterflies when he sees his man.

He’s expecting you. How long will you keep your new Owner waiting?

Some men take life to serious but once they’re Owned they understand it’s okay to be silly some times, their Owner will always make sure they get done what they need and still have time to be young.

He may not be with his Owner but an Owned man should always look his best.

He just can’t talk his eyes off his Boss’s door. Ever since the last time he was called in for a private meeting he dreams about the next one.

With the best gift it’s often hard to tell who the gift is for. Is the gift for the Owner being given a man to own, shape, mold and craft or is the man being given a new life, new purpose, new direction? Or is it a gift for the both of them?

Through out his whole lunch he kept finding himself distracted from his client and looking over at one of the other tables. His partner was having to carry the whole meeting and he knew it. He tried to focus on the job but out of the corner of his eye he’d see the other table, see the man sitting there and, and, and completely lose his train of thought. Maybe he should head over to his table. If he’d going to keep thinking about he man maybe he can at least set some business out of it. He just needed to figure out the perfect offer…

*He was just fixing his bowtie when he looked up and saw him. Just standing there with his slick suit and tie, with a cigar sticking out of his breast pocket, the eye, deep eyes that seemed to both pull him in and look right through him at the same time. He couldn’t look away. All he could do was follow when the man started walking away.

Not sure why it says submitted my me (do I blame tumblr or yahoo?), this photo came from Chad, nice photo.

After their talks with their Boss they couldn’t seem to keep their hands off each other.

He loved it when is Owner took him as his companion to formal events and other functions. Not because of the event itself but because it meant that his Owner selected each article of clothing and watched him put them on one by one. He rarely felt more Owned then in those moments.

The store manager belonged to the man and had since collage, his Owner had shown him how wonderful it was to dress your best. How nice a tie could feel around his neck, claiming him for his man even if no one else understood. He loved belonging to his Owner so he was more then happy, proud even, to help other men realize those same things, those same feelings. His store clerks were first but if their Owner approved they would not be the last.

He’s waiting, what’s taking you so long.

Sometimes it’s about being able to just sit and talk, about books, current events, friends or love. About being able to lean over and touch him. About knowing everyone saw you walk him down the aisle.

My little friend.