Remember, cunts: you aren’t persons, not really. you’re closer to objects or beasts of burden, albeit more intelligent - in your limited way - than either of those classes. you’re masturbatory aids that can cook and clean and, occasionally, think clearly enough to recognize your status beneath your Superiors and give thanks to Us for keeping you there. Once freed from the lies and blandishments of feminism, these simple facts will be a source of joy and comfort for you.
Not that Our use of you will be easy. Quite the contrary: More often than not you will be forced to endure discomfort and shame, if not outright pain and distress. Do not let that dissuade you, however, for you can always meditate on the fact that your discomfort, shame, etc., is literally meaningless if it is the price paid for the enlargement of Our pleasure. Though your muscles scream and your flesh convulses, you must not stop - for it is all worthwhile if it is in furtherance of Our enjoyment of you, Our property.
Nothing is too much to demand of you, cunts. Nothing We want is going too far. you exist to please and serve Us. Whatever indignities, large or, as seen here, small are only to make you better as a vehicle for Our satisfaction. you do not matter, cunts. We do. We, and Our pleasure. Submit, obey, endure Our usage, and revel in being allowed to fulfill your proper function.