The little thrills of power intoxication have started. Just little ones. Pet and I aren't far enough into this for me to get drunk on power just yet, but there are the small moments that warm my belly.
When I look at her septum piercing. Knowing; I did that. I chose it, I paid for it, I made the decisions about the jewellery and the location and the piercer. That ring is mine. That hole in her body is mine. She wears it because it pleases me and she won't remove it without permission. She cannot hide it; it marks her as something outside the norm and that's now inescapable. My presence on her body is inescapable.
Even when she is at home my control is slipping into her life, not just her body. She emails me every night to let me know she's done her chores and she's going to bed (so I know she's going to bed on time).
I get that email and I feel warm. She is doing as she is told, and she is keeping me informed. She is conscious of me. I am boring my way into her mind, becoming an inescapable presence in her actions and thoughts as well as her body. I am the all seeing eye.
She now has to do ten minutes of kitchen housework daily even when she is not at my house. Knowing she is doing housework, even if she's not at my house, because I have told her to, is good. Housework isn't much fun at the best of times, and her doing housework at her house does not have an obvious benefit for me. Obviously there are plenty of indirect benefits but that's not the point of this post. Bottom line, she is doing it because I told her to do it. That makes me feel warm.
She is obeying. Her obedience is the tangible expression of my control.