Jennifer smiled. Her phone chimed as a new notification appeared: "Eric started sharing his location with you." She opened it. The small blue dot gave her a dizzying sense of satisfaction. She saw clearly where this newfound control might lead, but from that point the possibilities branched out endlessly. She sat in her living room, musing how she should first put her new puppet to use... prioritize obedience, training, humiliation? Or maybe put his workplace skills to task, and alleviate her own time at the office. She had to take notes, create a system for herself. This all felt so new, and happened so fast. It was imperative she continue to put safeguards in place. An admission by text and a location shared were just the beginning. She stood up from her chair, and Jennifer knew that she had more in store.
She knew absence and silence were weapons too. Letting Eric stew in his own worry would serve him well to remember his place beneath her. She opened her computer to read up on dominant women. Her search quickly brought her to female-led relationships, female domination, financial domination, and countless other related rabbit holes. She sipped at the better half of a bottle of wine as each new article, forum, and online thread enlightened what her natural instincts first seeded. The language, and the psychology behind certain specific word choices made her realize that these would be crucial. She always had a way with men, but to profoundly subdue a male ego she realized now how much more work there was to do, with her new subject. She paused, took another sip, and smirked... "with her new prey", she thought to herself.
Now erudite in the art of male subjugation, she headed to bed. When the morning came, she was pleased to see that among the many notifications on her phone, none were from Eric. Good. The pet is learning already. She made a point, entirely for herself and certainly not for her new captive, to look especially fetching today: she wore her favorite white blouse, a black skirt, stockings, and her best heels. With a few twists, she brought out the best in her thick brown hair then applying a quick face before heading to the office. As she passed her hallway mirror, she stopped for one last look: "This is going to be fun." she said aloud to herself.
As she walked, she took out her phone and began to type. "Coffee shop, 9am. My coffee will be waiting for me, at the same table at which we last sat. You will not get anything for yourself. You will sit there and await further instructions. From now on, you will never reply to my message unless I give you permission to do so. Reply and acknowledge that you understand."
She grinned at the streetlight. The city bustled around her completely unaware of her new growing power. Her phone buzzed in her hand, and the message read:
"Hello Jennifer, I understand. Thank you for the second chance. I haven't stopped thinking about you, about what happened. While you were the one who typed out the admission to send you, frankly the more I reread the words the more I really truly agree with them and mean them from the bottom of my heart. I can't wait to get the talk through how we can move forward and I am at a loss for words at your generosity in letting me make this up to you. Your coffee will be ready for you at 8:55am just in case haha" The levity in his words, and the lack of awareness at his position in their predicament annoyed her considerably.
She began to answer, to clarify what his giddiness clearly failed to grasp, "First, do not make jokes. Second, certainly don't type "haha". I know you are concerned at what I can do given this week's events. The way forward is not to make light of it, but to recognize how wrong it was, and more importantly to recognize what I expect from you going forward."
To her surprise, a bubble with three dots appeared. Eric interrupted her thought, "Yes Jennifer, I understand. I won't joke again. Thank you for the perspective."
Irked, she replied swiftly as she continued to walk, "You replied without my permission. For that, there will be consequences. You will not panic; I will not expose you unless you give me due cause. One failure does not define your chances. It is, however, a bad start. So I will decide your punishment, and you will obey it. Now, to help your lack of self-control: do not reply to this. I am still finishing my original thought." She sent the message, and put her phone away. She would let him sit in his own ineptitude, to see if he could resist a panicked ramble.
As she approached, she checked Eric's location. He was already at the coffee shop. A few minutes later, she turned the corner to see him already sitting as instructed with her drink in place awaiting her arrival. As she walked in, he looked up at her and waved, smiling with a giddy nervousness showcasing his helpless mixture of attraction and fear. She enjoyed it. As he stood to greet her, she took off her coat and handed it to him. This both interrupted his lean-in to shake her hand, and signaled to him that touching was not some free gift.