

We both know it: you barely deserve to be in my presence. That's why you're usually not allowed to even look at me unless I give you permission to do so. You are to keep your gaze low towards the ground at all times while I instruct you and you'll always shake and squirm in anticipation of being given permission to look right at me from down below... If I grant it, you better use those precious seconds to admire me and let my irreplaceable presence overtake your whole being, if I don't, your desire will grow and grow and motivate you to try harder to impress me. In both cases you will be blessed to have received that much attention regardless of the outcome...