My bf treats me like a skivvy and i love him for it.

He treats me like his property, he checks my phone, tells me what to wear, what to eat, where to shop for groceries. I keep the house clean but if i leave a cup on the table he will complain, yet he drops his clothes all over the place and i have to pick them up. When his friends arrive, i have to leave the room, which i don't mind because i can't understand what they are saying. When we are intimate it's his needs that have to be met, no consideration for me. And like an idiot, i accept it because for some kinky reason, i feel needed when he uses me that way