4 comments/ 14349 views/ 4 favorites The Plunge By: IronChariot This is my very first attempt at writing erotic stories. Please be kind and I hope you enjoy it: Friday afternoon had taken a turn for the worse. Of all the days the AC could have gone out in her apartment, it had to do it today, the hottest day of the year. Maintenance couldn't get the part to fix it until Monday, so Kenzie decided she desperately needed some pleasure in her life. She knew just what to do. She would go for a swim to cool off and clear her head. It was a quite little cove that she had discovered about a year ago after she moved into town. Just a short drive from the hustle and bustle of the city, but when she was there she felt as if she were hundreds of miles away from anywhere. She had gone there many times in the past year to escape the daily grind of the rat race and it seemed as if she was the only one that knew about it because she had never seen another soul there. It was getting late in the day, so she didn't bother with sunscreen. She knew it would be getting dark by the time she got there, and wouldn't have to worry about a sunburn on her ivory complexion. She made it. After a few minutes, she had pulled her float from the car and inflated with the black hand pump that came with it. At first it was aggravating to use, but after a couple of minutes she had her technique down. Fast steady strokes would soon have her experiencing the fruits of a job well done. She put the pump away, thinking it would be nice to have a man here with me. "Oh, well," she thought and headed down to the water. She plunged in and the cool clear water met her with a welcome refreshment and seemed to instantly wash away the hectic day she had come to escape. The plunge had once again delivered the pleasure that she had desperately needed. As she mounted the float she thought, "I am so glad I found this place." All the troubles of the day seemed to fade away to a peaceful solitude. The splash startled her. She must have dozed off on her float. As he came up out of the water she could see his outline against the moon, and with its light reflecting off of his dark body, she could tell that he was very athletic and that his muscles were well defined. She felt her heartbeat grow faster and her breaths becoming more labored as her eyes consumed his dark black body. Kenzie had never been this close to a shirtless black man before, and she was feeling a little turned on by it. She thought to herself, "I wonder if it is really true what her girlfriends say about the size of a black man's cock?" She began to imagine him standing there naked, fantasizing about his big black cock standing at full attention, throbbing, ready to bring pleasure to a hungry waiting lover. As her eyes wandered over his body and her thoughts wondered about his cock. She felt her pussy getting hot and growing moist as her juices began to flow with all of her horny imaginations. "You startled me!" said Kenzie "Oh, hi, I didn't know anyone else was here. My name is Sean. I'm sorry that I scared you." "It's alright. Hi, Sean. I'm Kenzie. I guess I should have known that someone else knew about this wonderful cove, other than myself." They were back up on the bank now and the moon was full. Now that he was closer she could get a better view of him. She was right, his muscles were very well defined and before she realized what she was doing, she found herself staring at his crotch. His swim shorts were the only thing keeping her finding out if there was any truth to her earlier fantasies. When her eyes fastened on his manhood, her mouth gaped and she whispered and almost in audible, "Oh, my. It is true." "See anything you like?" Sean asked, as he caught her looking down toward his dick. "Yes, uh, what, I mean no." She tried to regain her composure. "It's okay." He grinned and said, "I get that a lot from pretty white girls. So, I'm guessing that you have never seen a black man naked before. Would you like to?" She couldn't believe what he had just asked her, but she was even more shocked at what came out of her mouth next. "Yes, I want to see that big black cock." "Well", he said, "I will be more than happy to show you my cock, but what about me? Do I get to see that sweet pink pussy that I know is hiding under that tiny little bikini?" As he asked this he didn't waste a second, he knelt down in front of her. She laid back on her float and she could feel her legs open for him. If was almost as if someone else had control of her body. She could feel the heat from his breath as he moved closer. He pulled down her bikini bottom and tossed them aside. He moved his head in a little closer to get a better view of her pussy. She kept it neatly trimmed and he could she that she was primed and ready by the way her pussy lips glistened in the glow of the moon. She felt her face grow hot when the reality hit her. She was lying naked before a muscular black stranger that was about to have his way with her and that just turned her on even more. His face brushed her inner thigh and the feel of his whisker-stubbled face sent electric impulses of ecstasy through her body. She opened her legs wider to let him know that her pussy was his for the taking. She grabbed both sides of his head with her hands, and noticed the contrast of her ivory skin against his ebony darkness. This made her want him even more. He began to lick her slowly. As his tongue started its way up her inner thigh, she arched her back a little from how good it felt. He worked his tongue up her thigh and began to lick around that sweet juicy pussy. He could smell her sweet musk and could feel her animal desires increasing. She grabbed his head and directed it to her aching love spot. He gave her one big lick and a quick flick against her clit and she softly moaned, "Oh, yes." He began to lick her faster and harder. She arched her back, her moaning and writhing in pure pleasure grew stronger and stronger with every lick. Then he stopped. He stood up again, this time she watched with more sexual hunger than she had ever know before. He began to pull off his swim trunks. As her lover stood there now, completely naked, her eyes turned to his big black cock, now fully exposed. She had never seen a dick that big before. It was bigger than she had fantasized it would be. Kenzie couldn't wait any longer she had to feel it. She grabbed it with both hands and began to stroke it. It felt even bigger than it looked as she again notice the contrast of her white hands against his dark monster. Her eyes locked on to his as she began to lick him. Starting at the base of his shaft and working her way to the head with long slow licks. As she reached the head, she could see the pre-cum starting to form and she knew she wanted to taste him. She took big head of his dark black cock into her mouth and began to suck him. She wasn't sure it was possible, but she was almost certain that this huge dick was getting even bigger as she tried to take every inch of his manhood into her mouth. Her pussy was aching. She couldn't stand it any longer. She laid back, spread her legs and began to beg him. "Please fuck me, Oh, God, please fuck me! Please, I want to feel that monster cock inside my pussy! Own my pussy and make me yours with that big black dick!" He plunged in. Kenzie gasped. "Oh, God!!!" She arched her back to meet him thrust for thrust. It felt so good. She wanted to feel every inch of that rock hard cock in her hot wet pussy. She grabbed his black ass and wrapped her legs around him. He would thrust his cock in long, deep, and slow for a couple of strokes. Then he would pick up the pace and fuck her fast and hard. Every time he would change it up she moaned, "Fuck me, Sean, fuck me hard with that big black cock!" Sean grabbed her and in one swift move had flipped them both over. Now Kenzie was on top. "Ride my big black cock like the dirty little white girl that you are. Show me how much you like to fuck my big hard dick!" Kenzie lost all inhibitions and began to work that pussy up and down on that big shaft. Riding his big black cock like a horny little cowgirl. "Oh that cock feels so good," she would moan in pleasure each time she would slide her hot, love soaked pussy down Sean's ten inch pole of erect ecstasy. She rode him like she was possessed and loved every stroke. She could feel her climax building up strong in her. She was going to cum, and she was going to cum hard. She tensed up, every muscle in her body was anticipating this. "I'm cumming!" she screamed, "Oh, fuck I'm cumming!!!" She felt wave after wave of sheer pleasure come over her. She was almost at the point of losing consciousness, it felt so good. Sean kept fucking and she kept cumming. She had never climaxed like that before. Now she wanted Sean to cum too. She knew he was ready. His body tensed, he closed his eyes, shuddered, and exploded. His huge load of hot cum filled her swollen, fresh fucked pussy so much that it couldn't hold it in. She didn't want to lose a drop. She wanted his cum, she was hungry for it. She wanted to make sure she milked his cock of every last drop of his love juice. She unmounted him and dropped to her knees, grabbing his wet, sticky black goodness, she took him in her mouth just as he exploded again. His cum was hot as it filled her mouth. It had a sweet and salty combination to it that she was hoping for and knew this would be something she would crave from now on. She sucked him and licked him, making sure to cover all ten inches. She loved tasting her sweet pussy mixed with his manly goodness. She was more than happy to lick his big black cock clean. They were both spent. As Kenzie drifted off to sleep in Sean's arms, she secretly hoped this was the beginning of a wonderful relationship filled for years to come with mind-blowing sex. With a satisfied smile on her face she knew the plunge had once again delivered the pleasure that she had desperately needed. The Plunge /** This is a real life story that is ongoing and a way for me to write about what's going on with my little online adventure with the D/s world. It's the most I'm willing to jump into for now but so far it is turning out to be quite an experience already. Feel free to comment. **/ I finally decided to take the plunge. Well, sort of. After all these years of fantasizing, reading and watching dirty porn about a bdsm or "D/s" relationship I joined an internet group and found myself someone who would "train" me. At first it was intimidating, and of course there were the typical weirdos who messaged me privately claiming they could fuck me with their big cocks or that I would love to have them get me pregnant. The typical internet bullshit. I set up my profile and put in a short description of the fucked up things I thought about when I masturbated and then joined a few discussions and kind of lurked around for a week or so. A few days earlier a "master" messaged me saying he wanted to learn more and see if I wanted to explore my submissive need together. We exchanged a few messages and I made things clear I was just looking to really be online right now and wanted to remain safe that way. Plus I'm not exactly into taking any std or pregnancy risks. My curiosity is still something I'd like to keep in fantasy land for the most part. Just from my limited experience -- normally clearly stating that I in no way intend to meet for a crazy anal gang bang with a stranger from the internet based on his "dick pic" makes him go away. However this guy insisted he was fine with that and was also wanting to be careful. I've been on the internet long enough to start suspecting this was just some lone loser in his basement who just wanted to pester me for dirty pictures or web cam fuck, whatever that entails. Instead we talked a little more and both agreed we were only looking to explore as friends for now and he would help me explore some D/s play. I figured this wouldn't last long and had doubts but went on against my gut feeling. I still wanted to experience this and figure out what all the hype was about and it seemed safe enough for the internet. I know I definitely have a proclivity toward submissiveness -- I'm not sure how else I'd describe daydreaming about being owned and writing up porn stories about it. So after a little bit of agreement on what we both wanted, he suggested assigning me some tasks to get acquainted and build some trust. Trust exercises. Immediately I got worried and wanted to back out somehow -- but I figured I wanted to give this a full chance and just take the leap for once. He sent me some very personal questions about my body and sex life and I answered them honestly. I already felt a little invaded answering them and sent the message off with some hesitation. A little while later he responded back with a list of daily tasks to do for seven days for him to monitor and then ask some questions afterward. I guess a little test phase to see how I react. I thought a week was very long already since I can barely sit through a movie but I agreed and read the daily task list since it was not anything too crazy or difficult. It was detailed. And long. I was to keep my pussy shaved for him for the 7 days, at least. There was a morning and bed time ritual where I had to touch or rub my pussy but not my clit for 15 minutes with some vibrating balls inserted. If I left the house to any reason I had to insert them an hour before returning home. No underwear of any kind anywhere. Anal plug while I slept. I also have to stimulate my nipples a few times a day, anytime I had the balls in, and during lunch for a few minutes. That night I shaved myself which was the easiest part and not too big of a deal as I realized I needed to soon anyways. But after that I had to go out. I have never, not worn underwear before and it was weird to wear shorts without any. Not only that but the rubbing on my pussy was rough and I was leaking pussy juice all over my shorts within an hour. My shorts were damp and uncomfortable but I was out so I had no choice but to hope no one would notice and wait to get home. My pussy felt raw from the shorts touching my lips right after I shaved. It was embarrassing and vulnerable feeling. I felt like anyone could just see that I wasn't wearing underwear and any man could take advantage of me that way. Now I know underwear doesn't exactly stop rapes but it still felt like I was extra vulnerable. I wanted to quit already but found it in me to make myself continue and at least get through a week. I really do want to experience what it would really be like -- at least somewhat- and if I can't handle a little online arrangement I'd never be able to be close to experiencing really having someone else be in charge. Waking up the next morning to the anal plug in my ass was a surprise and instantly I felt vulnerable and very submissive. It was different to have to do it because someone else said so and I wanted to be comply as best as I could. After I took it out I realized my pussy was soaking wet and throughout the rest of the day it stayed that way again. As I went out I would feel the vibrating ben wa balls inside me. It felt like someone was constantly using my pussy or ass. I was wet all day long and surprisingly survived it; toward the end of the day it began to feel a little more normalized which scared me a little since it had only been two days so far. Again at night I wanted to quit and use the internet as a safety to disappear but I realized I probably won't find a non psycho to do this with me again. And so far, he seems like a non psycho. It was easier to not think too hard about the tasks and simply do them because he asked me to. Reminding myself I want to at least last a week and thinking of how I already agreed to it helped me keep going last night and this morning. This morning my ass was a little more sore than yesterday. It felt good to take the plug out but again, I had to rub my pussy which made me more wet. My pussy has been at least moist all day again and I can't believe I've even made it to day 3. I know I've written much crazier stuff but it has been really crazy feeling to be doing these tasks for the past three days for someone else for real. I am starting to get a little stir crazy and wish I could masturbate but of course I am not allowed to without his say so. I will just be glad if I can finish this week the way things are going. Not having ever given up control like this or even letting someone tell me what to do, much less wear or not wear, I am already surprised I've been able to obey. Strangely it feels like I have an extra purpose attached to my day and I'm not sure how I feel about that yet. Guess I'll have to wait till the end of the week to see what happens. The Plunge Days 04-06 /** This is a real life story that is ongoing and a way for me to write about what's going on with my little online adventure journal style with the D/s world. It's the most I'm willing to jump into for now but so far it is turning out to be quite an experience already. Feel free to comment. **/ It's been 6 days since I started this and the week is still not over. Well, it will be today but I'll have to write about today...tomorrow? The past couple of days have not gone well. First, I had to deal with chafing a few days ago. Since I'm not allowed to wear underwear, not only is my pussy and ass more sensitive to being in contact with non smooth surfaces (like seams in shorts, jeans, my own thighs?) but now I have to deal with too much rubbing on the skin down there. I guess my skin down there is just not used to being in contact with rougher surfaces. Never thought my shorts would be considered a rough surface but compared to my nice smooth panties, I guess they are. For almost the entire past six days, my pussy was literally leaking throughout the day and I was pretty sure I was going to get caught when I went out but I never did. The other day he changed things a little and whether it was his intention or not, he gave me a little relief by telling me to use my dildo. I had previously told him I had one but that it was a little big for me and so I rarely used it. Only problem is he said I had to use it for five minutes; which at first sounded good, until I started to use it. Five minutes fucking myself is apparently an extremely long time. Especially with this dildo that had soft ridges in it that did not feel so soft anymore inside my pussy. I could feel every ridge stretching out my pussy and half way through my time I realized I wouldn't be able to fuck myself enough to cum, and it was too big for me to take in at a good rhythm to get there. After I was done my hole was slightly sore and stayed that way, aching and lubing itself with my juice through the next day. I didn't think that using that thing would do much but I really did still feel like I had been just fucked through the next day. Yesterday we started another upgraded challenge too. Well it's not really a challenge, I am just calling it that. But basically he told me to keep the ben wa balls inside me almost all day. Butt plug in at night to sleep. Still no cumming. Once it was bed time I could take them out and fuck myself with the dildo for ten minutes. Again, it was an excruciatingly long time to fuck myself. And today my pussy still feels like it was stretched open by a huge cock for hours last night. And the dildo is not even that thick – it is just tight for me. The dimensions he described his cock as made his cock sound even thicker than my dildo. Yesterday was pretty bad personally too due to some personal family problems. I had to basically drop what I was doing and go across town for a family member who was having a crisis. Regardless of doing that, I didn't take the balls out and they stayed as a pleasant distraction in my cunt all day. I couldn't message him or e-mail him though throughout the day until really late. Despite how much I really wanted to finish this week strong, I told him I probably couldn't now because...well, I don't want to cum all over myself while discussing stuff with family members. So now I am waiting on him to decide what to do because of this hiatus. The past few days he also asked me to start calling him Master and referring to him as such. I agreed and had no problem with it, which surprised me a little. It still feels weird to call someone that but it does help me to stick to his rules. He also started to refer to my body and body parts as "his." Or belonging to him. It is very different to hear someone else refer to my pussy as theirs. I'm not sure if I like it or not but I have to admit it does make my pussy have this butterflies-squeemish feeling in it when he says those things. Does it make sense to say that my pussy "melts" like someone's heart melts when they like something? I don't know if that even makes any sense. I think when I ended up in places I did not expect was when it felt more real. I went out thinking I was running an errand or two and ended up clear across town on a semi emergency. I was not expecting that and with my pussy soaking wet, the vibrating of the weights in the ben wa balls were a VERY clear reminder that my pussy was occupied and being used for him, regardless of what else I was doing. Not only that but I did end up staying out all day and so there wasn't much I could do about it, either. Every time I felt them, I just got more wet thinking about it even if just briefly. When I realized I was being kept wet and stimulated and there was nothing I could do was probably the first time I actually felt like I was under his control or owned in a way. I'm curious to see what happens these next few days and I am kind of proud I got through the week for the most part without quitting. It didn't end the way I wanted it to but shit happens. I don't think I've ever been so obedient in my life before and as someone who doesn't have that high of a sex drive, I am surprised I've been kept horny for days. Yesterday it donned on me I didn't really have a specific idea of what exactly I was being "trained" for. I mean I guess I didn't think of sex related "play" like this as "training" but realizing I was being kept wet and horny for days made me think a little differently. And then thinking that he was training my holes to stay stimulated or take prescribed masturbating or fucking only made me feel even more submissive. When we first started talking I admitted to my little sleep sex fantasy. Which now I am not sure if it is a good thing he knows but I suppose it is too late for regrets. I confessed that I sometimes day dream or fantasize about waking up feeling 'off' and then not realizing I was fucked until I could feel cum slowly oozing out of me throughout the morning and day. Of course I don't think this would ever really happen in real life to me (cause it's kind of like rape so I hope not...) but if it did it would be planned and probably with someone I'm married to. He mentioned that if we met (we live only a handful of hours away) he would be inclined to carry out that scenario if I fell asleep in his presence. I am not sure if that will ever happen, but wrong and crazy or not it makes me want to cream my pants thinking that it's a real possibility. The Plunge Days 07-10 /** This is a real life story that is ongoing and a way for me to write about what's going on with my little online adventure journal style with the D/s world. It's the most I'm willing to jump into for now but so far it is turning out to be quite an experience already. Feel free to comment. **/ My Master got back to me about the weekend pretty early. Since I had told him about what was going on family wise he said I was still not allowed to wear any underwear but that I was not to do any of the other things or touch myself, or put anything inside of me through the whole weekend. I was relieved and agreed to that. It took literally 12 hours for me to start missing having something inside of me. After a week of getting used to it, my pussy was feeling pretty empty and aching without being stuffed. And what is embarrassing is that he was right when he told me to do that – he already said I would miss it and I did. So I went through the weekend which included the last day of my first week, and was feeling on edge still even without anything stimulating me. He asked me to message him what I thought so far and so I did which was harder than I thought. I admitted to him I was a little afraid of how normalized things were getting and I guess how comfortable I was beginning to feel about doing as he says. I've never really thought about any of that fantasy stuff actually happening in real life before and all the sudden I was a little freaked out about it. I guess in fantasy life I don't have to worry about STD's, pregnancy, or being caught or being a slut. Letting someone actually have say in what was going on with me sexually is not as easy as I would have imagined but I would be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying it a little. I don't think I've completely gotten over my fear of becoming submissive to someone for real yet but I'm feeling a little better about it overall. Once he responded to me and made clear he would not put me at any risk, I felt a lot better in that aspect of things and a little safer. I think another thing that makes me feel a little better is how he doesn't zone in and focus on my body or looks as much. I've been hopping around the idea of showing him how my body looks and he seems fine with me wanting to maintain privacy for now. Guess it is different and not as stressful as dealing with most guys who just want pics of me naked right away. He mentions a lot how he likes how obedient I am which makes me happy too. My Master did not message me back for over two days after the weekend. I know that seems like a short amount of time but it was longer than any time we did not respond to each other. Of course I am well aware of how flaky people are on the internet, and thought maybe he was done playing with me and moved on to someone sluttier or more fun. I thought about messaging him again but I decided to wait to see if he would respond to me again. I admit I was a little sad as I thought he abandoned me or something even though I thought he wasn't like that. Thankfully, he did finally message me back. Turns out he got into an accident and was hurt for a day and of course I am glad he ok. Since my first week is over but he is in the hospital for a few more days he said to continue what my daily routine was of keeping my pussy or ass stuffed and plugged for him. He wanted me to pay more attention to my nipples, too. And last night I had to use my dildo for 15 minutes. I was relieved he messaged me back and I felt a lot better even though I doubted him for a few hours. I am not sure how long I've normally had sex (I don't time myself...) but 15 minutes is the longest amount of time ever to have a fat dildo in my pussy. I was pretty stretched out and sore and it was hard to not cum. The only way I prevent myself from cumming is focusing on him telling me not to and forcing myself to relax my muscles down there. I have to think of it as not resisting it so I can last that long. Otherwise my muscles start to squeeze and contract on it and I build myself up to cumming in less than 10 minutes. I didn't think I would get wet and was worried about it hurting after a while but I was lubing myself up and was much more wet than last time. My ass is still sore every morning but it seems like the soreness goes away faster each day which I am grateful for. I am much more comfortable calling him my Master now and today he asked me to include that in my profile on the website we met on. It was another time I felt antsy but I was much more calm than I would've expected regarding it. I know it's just declaring it on a website but it was still declaring it 'openly' for me and made things a little more real. It also means guys probably won't be messaging me as much since I put that I had an owner or Master already. I've been pretty hesitant and anxious about everything but over the weekend I think I calmed down a bit and am feeling much better about all of this. I guess a combination of him repeating how much he owns me and having me repeat it too has been helping me accept it a little more easily. It is strange to try to realize what he is trying to do with me since it is my nature to figure things out but I try not to think too hard about it and just let it be. I spent the last couple of years working with a group for work talking about persuasion and how to ease people into trust through conversation. It was an interesting experience and has made me a lot more critical of people's word choice in a subconscious effort to figure out people's intentions. What he is doing seems different though. I've never dealt with those kind of things when relating to sex or my sex life and it is definitely a different game. Never would I have thought someone openly declaring their ownership, control, and intent to train me sexually and use me and my body would make me tacitly comply without so much of a meep. I am still really surprised that I am still obeying him but it is getting much easier in a way. I am getting used to calling him my Master and thinking of him as my owner. I am also gradually getting used to the thought of him using my pussy and holes as he wants. And so far I feel very ok about that. The Plunge Days 11-18 /** This is a real life story that is ongoing and a way for me to write about what's going on with my little online adventure journal style with the D/s world. It's the most I'm willing to jump into for now but so far it is turning out to be quite an experience already. Feel free to comment. **/ So the second week is over and I had decided at the beginning of the week to keep doing this still. I had to go on a trip out of town for a few days so the beginning of the week I mostly spent packing and having a cow over how much the trip was going to cost me. I was pretty stressed out. My Master kept me nice and wet for him as I continued to keep my pussy stuffed for him. I was packing the day before I left when I was moving around a lot and going up and down the stairs. I guess it was too much stimulation and I ended up cumming in my own shorts unexpectedly. It felt like a river was coming out of my cunt; I had so much cum/liquid come out that I had to change my shorts right away. Unsure of if I should tell him I kind of thought about it for a while. It was embarrassing and I had no idea what to do with myself. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before. After a few hours I decided to just tell him what had happened even though it was embarrassing to even bring it up. I was afraid he would be disappointed in me. Well he was not surprised, saying he expected it to happen eventually and was glad I told him. I felt good that I told him too after his positive response. He had me continue my daily routine the rest of the day anyways and I was glad I did not have another stream of cum come out of me unexpectedly. When I told him I was going to be going on my trip I expected he would've said not to do anything while out but he instructed me to continue my daily routine anyways except for when I was going through the airport security. I also had to fuck myself with my dildo for 25 minutes one night. I was hesitant about doing that while I was traveling but it made me soaking wet doing it for him even while I was out. I think doing that all this past weekend broke me in further and made me feel like it was more normal than before. I am starting to get a lot more used to obeying him and feeling wet for him despite whatever else I was doing. We started to talk about seeing each other in the past couple of days. We had been talking a lot and I felt ok with showing him a picture of myself when he asked me to. I am still a little cautious and even though I knew I was taking a risk, I sent him a picture that was already available on the internet of myself. I asked him to send me a picture of himself too and he said he wanted me to see him through webcam. I decided I didn't want to do that until he showed me a picture of him -- his face. Guess I am just skeptical and well, I've met quite a few people from the internet before and the real people always show me their picture before they meet. He asked me for a second picture of myself -- so I think he is skeptical that is my real picture. However I don't think it's fair he hasn't sent me one yet so I think I will continue to wait before showing him anymore of me or getting on webcam with him. It is really hard to put my foot down on this but my logical side of the brain is thankfully still working despite how much I am enjoying our interactions. I am hopeful he is who he says he is and how he looks but I know very well how convincing and deceiving people can be online. I hope that he is not a liar as I have really been enjoying what we've done. I really like how he talks to me and praises me for being good. I don't think I've ever been on edge constantly for so long before and I am really starting to get used to the idea of being owned and submitting more and more. This week I am supposed to start wearing my toy in me while working out, too. I don't think it will be a problem keeping them in, and at this point I am beginning to feel more comfortable doing as he says even if I am a little weary at first. He has been only asking me to do things I am ok with so far and not really pushing past any limits I had. He also asked me this past week to start signing my messages I send him with my name and "owned by" his name at the end and calling him Master more consistently.