She is Arabella.
She is the Navel Goddess.
She sits, reclining on her throne, displaying her exquisite tummy and divine bellybutton.
I kneel before her to worship her.
I ask permission to lay hands on Her Golden Belly.
If I am worthy, I may be permitted to touch it.
If my touch pleases Her, I may be permitted to pay homage to it with my lips.
If this brings Her pleasure, it may be granted that I dip my tongue into the sacred chalice that is Her Navel, and lavish upon it the reverence it deserves. I have never tasted it's like before.
On Her command, I must stand before Her again, for it is now the moment of Judgment.
I must prove my adoration for Her Navel is genuine.
I am instructed to reveal my genitals to Her, for this shall be the true measure of my devotion.
If my phallus hangs limp, I shall be deemed "false," and shall be banished to a land where naked bellies are never seen.
But if my Love for the Navel Goddess is true, my erection will bear witness to the fact, and I will be allowed to sacrifice my seed in Her honor.
Her two Hand Maidens escort me forward and I stand between Her open thighs.
They each wrap a small, delicate hand around my erect penis and begin to stroke my long, swollen organ.
Their fingers fondle my testicles, hanging heavy with their devotional liquid.
Gentle, caressing hands rhythmically slide the length of my shaft, which extends out, hovering only inches above the Belly of the Goddess.
My throbbing penis reaches out in a desperate but vain effort to attain Her silky tummy.
My eyes are locked on the most beautiful Navel I have ever seen.
I cannot look away.
I dare not look away.
I wish never to look away.
Her fingertips gently caress Her smooth tummy skin.
They spread open Her delicate bellybutton so my eyes may penetrate its depths.
