Nothing is wrong with the bedroom, per se...

The bedroom is a place that you have been dreading to be ever since you got here.
Mostly because you know that's where he'll do it. He is going to fuck you in that room. Up until now, you've been, for lack of a better term, a cumrag. A place for him to dump his morning load into, like a tissue with legs. But soon enough, he's going to fuck you for real. There will be no going back from that. And you're thinking it's going to happen soon. Maybe even tonight.

However, the bedroom is not all that special. Big king-size mattress, another flat-screen on the wall, even a balcony that looks out over the city. It's one hell of a view.
You slide the door open and step out onto the balcony. It's strange being out here. In a way, this is the most freedom your probably going to have for... the rest of your life, most likely.
Jake has a strong grip on both your mind and body. You don't see him giving you up anytime soon, though he would probably only do so by giving you to one of his Richie Rich friends. You doubt any of them would treat you any better than Jake. And he is, to be perfectly honest, treated you pretty well. Yeah, you're his gender-swapped sex **** but he doesn't chain you up or shit on you or anything.
That line of thinking is even more frightening, though. The last thing you want is to develop Stockholm syndrome or some such nonsense.

In fact, this gets you wondering...
How far can you push your orders?