Amazing how a simple act of submission is so arousing and erotic.    I went to visit a sub in NYC and the first act that I required of him was for him to stand in line to bring me a Cronut, a ridiculous pastry, that is a crazy phenomenon.   He began this ordered task by waking up at 5 am.  He took the train from the Upper Westside to Soho to the bakery on Spring Street, where he stood in line with more than a hundred people.   He had arrived at 6:15, and NYC was unusually chilly that day, and he had forgotten to bring a jacket, so he had to stand in line being a bit cold.  The bakery was not set to open until 8 am.   I ordered him not to call me until that time, since I needed to have my beauty sleep.   He stood in line for more than five and half hours, during which time, the bakery employees continually came outside to send people home.   He was in dread that he would not be able to get me my Cronut since he had arrived 15 minutes past the time I told him him he was to stand in line.   After having stood in line for more than four hours, the bakery staff came out and told his group that they had a 50/50 chance of getting the Cronut.   It was torture since he could not leave because there was still hope.   I informed him that if he failed to get the pastry for me, he would have to get to the bakery sooner the next day and start his journey again.   There was a part of him that wanted to be forced to endure this excruciating task again; however, he knew it would take away from spending time with me.   By 11:45, more than five hours of standing in line and seven hours from when he started his task, he had achieved fulfilling my orders and succeed in doing as I asked.    In this one act, he and I were in accord.  He was giddy from having done this and succeeding.   I was giddy that he was so incredibly obedient.   It was a giddiness that still lingers when I think of him.