I am yours. You have the right of possession. You have the authority to stop me seeing anyone you don't want me to see, whether another man or single girlfriends who might encourage me to take a walk on the wild side. You have the right to tell me to ask you permission before going anywhere or seeing anyone. You have the right to meet or speak to people I see. You have the right to make whatever conditions you think fit.
When I was visiting a friend, and she and I were going out one afternoon, her husband handed her her cell phone and said, “Don't forget your leash.” He requires her to be contactable wherever she goes. You have the right to require that too. You have the right to tell me to let you know where I am going. You have the right to tell me to seek permission to go where I want to go. You have the right to say no.
If I ever forget my cell phone or otherwise fail to respect your authority, you have the right to require me to submit to a spanking that is so severe it makes me cry and scream and beg you to stop—a spanking I'd never want repeated.
I love you and I'd never really want to annoy you, but do I want your control to be real. So would you be prepared to give me a severe spanking now, to show me what I'll be in for if I get out of line? I hope this doesn't sound like a chore for you… it just really does it for me when I feel the reality of your authority. My spirits soar when my bottom's sore.
You have the right to check on me as much as you like. You have the right to ask me anything you like, and to expect honest answers. I do not mind you “interrogating” me—as my husband, you have the right to do so any time you wish.
I find it erotic to be possessed, caged, constrained, reined-in. I don't find it at all unpleasant. It makes me feel yours, safe, that you care, that we have a connection, and that you trust me. It makes me want to give you more pleasure than ever.
You have the right to tell me to dress modestly when I go out. If you wanted me to wear a chastity belt when I go out with the girls, I would. You have the right to tell me to wear a necklace or bracelet upon which you have had engraved our names, or even something like “This woman belongs to …” or “I belong to …”
You tell me these things to me in respectful tones—respectful but firm—respectful, never patronizing or angry. I obey. I am yours.