If the flowers aren’t enough

I bought seven spycams tonight, Mistress. They’re coming Friday and it’ll likely take me until sometime on Saturday to get them setup. Two downstairs, facing me, one facing the screen, one facing into the kitchen, one directly over head in bed and another as a face shot, and one in the shower. After I get it cleaned. No audio, which is probably for the best.

I don’t know how it’ll work. I’ll probably have to take my internet plan up a peg, which is only $15/month I believe. But you’ll need to log into my router if you want to watch, perhaps.

The problem is you have to peek behind my router to see in. It’s meant to be run from a phone and has its own app. I don’t know if that app will allow the remote connection. And I don’t have a static IP and would rather not explain to my aunt why I need one. There are relatively easy ways around this. The IP only gets reset when the connection blips, but it wouldn’t be much work to run a no-overhead background task that, once every five minutes, would keep a webpage updated with my current address. Authentication? You wouldn’t use the wi-fi password, I don’t think. It looks like their app detects them like wireless devices. Printers, FireSticks ,what have you. So maybe you have to become a part of my “private network” through the phone line. Find a way to turn “Discovery” off and I won’t know you’re there.

I’ll send you some roses with password. By the way, after I sent the last bouquet, I heard someone giggle at the window. Mistress, you were so crazy-angry-weird that one night that I feel reluctant to bring this up, but a little bite would be good.

Oh, and I might be independently wealthy. More on that as I find out more. Nothing soon.

The spycams . . . only one can be hooked to a router at once. At least, I can’t figure out a way. Doing it right might cost $500 or more, so it’ll be a reward pellet for, say, getting the upstairs clean.