He says all I’m good for is fucking and making nice meals for him and his friends. I used to hate it but now I crave being humiliated and brutally fucked by him and all his friends.
I’m always a little confused by the concept of “all I’m good for is fucking and making nice meals.” Assuming you’re willing to pay “please hold the botulism and chlamydia” prices, neither fine dining nor pussy are cheap. Your objectification and domestic degradation have value, young lady!
But it is most definitely a buyer’s market.