For me, the appeal of being a Stepford wife isn't the domesticity. At least, it's not just that. I enjoy pretty dresses, but most of the time I can't be bothered with makeup or jewelry. I like to bake, but I can't imagine doing it in high heels. I definitely don't like cleaning.
There's something very hot about the idea of being shaped, of course, molded by someone who knows what they're doing and who knows what they want. Being subtly shaped until I feel like my place is in this home? Having pathways gently carved into my mind until I don't realize the thoughts aren't entirely my own? Hot as fuck.
But what really appeals to me is the bliss. An empty smile that reaches my empty eyes? Not just thinking that this is my place but feeling happy every time I consider it? That's what really draws me in.
