I allow you to sit on the floor in front of me. I tease you and laugh at you that you ever thought you could have me. That you'd be able to touch me. No, you sit there and beg. I laugh at you while I sit comfortably on my throne. You're pathetic down there, begging, wanting me so badly. I keep laughing at you and teasing you for how bad you want to touch my belly. My belly is too good for you, too much for you to handle. I order you to keep begging me, keep telling me how perfect I am....