Look at me, Belly-button-slave. I have the most beautiful navel. Do I not?
Of course I do. And I have the perfect belly. Don't you agree, Belly-button-slave?
You long to kiss my pretty belly-button. You yearn to worship my navel. You're my Belly-button slave.
And, look! I wrote a message on my bare belly. Just for you.
Or, should I say, "just for your opponent."
Yes. It's been too long since I saw you get punched in the belly. I've been thinking that think I need to arrange that -- soon.
So I did. I found a hard-punching fistfighter to give it to you right in the stomach.
I'll dress you up and make you show off your belly. Then I will watch you get a bare-bellied beatdown.
You're going to get beat up in front of me, and we both know it. You get the exquisite pleasure of knowing you please me. By your suffering. That's how you please me. Every belly-punch OOF! every bellyache moan from you is music to me. Watching you stagger breathless or double over winded is sweet joy. I love watching you grovel and sob, and then I love watching while he steps on your belly in triumph.
Oh, I love it.
Your belly-punches turn me on. That's how you can please me: Get your belly beat up. Do it for me.
The best belly-beating I ever saw you take was when I entered you in that bellypunching contest.
Yes, you were so desperate to impress your bare-bellied girl. So desperate that when I told you to join a bellypunch contest you did it.
I told your opponent, "See that pot belly? Punch him in the stomach. See if you can give him a belly-ache.”
And he gave you a belly-ache you'll never forget. For my pleasure.
You went out there, with your low jeans and your too-tight top and your bare belly. And you were asking for it. And oh, did he give it to you.
And even while he was slamming his punches into your belly, I saw you gaze to me for a glimpse of my bare belly-button. You are such a Belly-button slave. You left your soft belly wide open just to stare at me.
Could there ever have been a more inviting target? Your elegant, perfumed belly bowed out, bare and utterly vulnerable.
Well, I flaunted my belly for you. I gave it all to you. Belly, hips, bellybutton. Just long enough for him to line up the shot and give you an unresisted punch right in your belly.
But I need more. So you're going to fight again. And I'm going to watch you get belly-whomped.
And I'll be sure to stand right in front of you, where I can see everything, and you can watch me watch you get your belly beat up.