It’s not just the sound, though you’re obsessed with the sound of My laugh. No, it’s the whole look, My eyes widening in disbelief, lips parting in a haughty smirk, brows slanted upward in incredulity. God, I’m exquisite when I laugh at you. You can’t get enough of it.

You live for those moments when you humiliate yourself so totally and unexpectedly that I just lose it, giggling without abandon, a hand over My face, pointing and laughing at you sometimes for minutes at a time. You’d do anything for that effect, for that rush you get when you amuse Me; you want Me to film it so you c... Show more