wimpy husband

I'm sorry.

What? How can I marry you? You better start doing as you're told.

Hurry up.

And I hope you'd better be running my bath now, because I have been at work all day,

and not to like you, because you're a loser. Get on your knees now.

You should do exactly as I tell you to do.

I am your wife and I am your boss. Do you understand me?

Yes.

Yes, what?

Yes, yes, mistress.

Hmm. It's because that's what I am to you, aren't I?

Yes.

No one wants to employ a man like you, do they?

What will get you in the kitchen all night long, slaving and sweating over me?

I want you to use your fingers, that's what they're there for.

And I want all of my underwear in my drawer folded.

I don't like the way you put it in.

Okay?

Yes, okay.

And make sure when you do the ironing next that you do it properly.

All my collars, I've noticed there's creases on them.

It is, but I needed a nice footstool.

But you love them on your back now, don't you?

And you're very good to me, aren't you?

That's right.

Yeah.

Because that's what you're born in this world, to do everything I ask, aren't you?

Now crawl into the kitchen. You can start to my dinner. I want it in half an hour. Don't take time.

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