Ever wondered what it's like to be utterly dominated, to be reminded of your place in the most tantalizing way? Welcome to the show, where I, the goddess you can't have, take center stage. You thought you stood a chance? Oh, please! We both know you're out of your league here. You're just a spectator, a mere observer of the grande dame you can't touch, can't satisfy, and certainly can't measure up to. Imagine the thrill, the anticipation of witnessing my performance, knowing you'll never be a part of it. Picture me, reveling in the ecstasy that you can't provide, with a toy that dwarfs your tiny excuse for a manhood. It's a spectacle, isn't it? The way it fills me, stretches me, takes me to heights you can only dream of. This is what you're missing, darling. This is what you'll never have. But don't feel bad, little one. It's not your fault you can't compete with the real men I choose to indulge in. It's not your fault your pitiful prick is more clit than cock. It's just the way you're made, sweetheart. Accept it, embrace it, and enjoy the show. Because that's all this is for you, isn't it? A show. A performance to watch, to marvel at, to be in awe of. You're the audience, darling, not the main act. So, sit back, relax, and let the goddess do her job. Let me remind you, in the most exquisite way possible, that you'll never be the reason I moan. You'll never be the reason I cry out in pleasure. But oh, what a show it is! Isn't it, little one? Isn't it?
