What does it mean to her? Could be something intangible like the surrender of her independence and privacy, or something concrete, like the week’s wages she loses when she takes off work to do my bidding. Could be something momentous, like moving far from home to follow me, or something habitual, like the food she doesn’t get to eat, the shopping she doesn’t get to do, or the orgasms she doesn’t get to have. Probably a mix of all of the above.
But no matter the tribute I exact, she’ll seek my satisfaction.
Because I understand. And to a cunt, being understood is priceless.