You are beneath me. You know that you barely deserve to be in my presence, but I keep you around for some reason. However, you begin to realize exactly why that is: you realize that your little dick could never satisfy a woman, let alone a Goddess, so you must become an object for your Mistress. She doesn’t even see you in a sexual way so she thinks nothing of stripping in front of you leading to your sexual frustration. She makes you open your mouth and stick out your tongue to become an object. You’re just an ashtray for her. You get a little thrill when she looks your way and teases you, but deep down you know you’re just a toy to her.