You get him. He gets only part of you
My last bit of advice is to recognize that you are everything to him, but he is simply an addition to you. You get to own him, and he gets to serve you. You own everything that is him and his. He gets only what you offer.
If I want, I tell Scott what to eat, how to sleep, what to think about, and what to do. I get to look through his phone, email, and browsing history. I can tell him what to wear and how to behave. I can tell him what to buy.
I can hurt him in delicious ways and tell him to take it. I can tell him to please me in any number of ways I choose. I essentially own him. He is mine. No privacy, walls, lies, secrets, or hidden wants. I get everything that is him.
But not so in the reverse. I think it is vital that your man have strict boundaries and limited access to you. Of course, Scott has no say in what I do, wear, or think. But he also has no rights to me or my body without permission. I kiss him. Or I permit him to kiss me. I tease or hurt or whip or squeeze him. But he keeps his hands to himself until I nod permission.
Scott would be whipped into a bloody mess if he were to go through my things, check up on me, or snoop in anyway. And if I am going out at night, he doesn't get permission to ask a thing. I tell him what I want him to know. He doesn't need to be informed. I don't need to check anything with him.
And like a loyal dog, who doesn't need to know where you are going, why he needs to be tied up, or why he must be banished to his dog house, he will be your most faithful and adoring companion. And he will lap at your feet.
You are beautiful, and powerful, and free. You are absolutely EVERYTHING to your slave. Love him, but perhaps be content with him not being everything to you. He is a lover, friend, and partner, but he is in a different caste than you. He is a possession. Love can be just as real in this inequality.
Keep it consistent and you'll be amazed how deep in love you can be across this gap in power, control, freedom, and choice.