<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/60cc/q7ondxh0j72vpw66g.jpg) <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Dianne du Monde</span> </strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center">_____<br/><strong>Dominatrix of the World<br/>Queen of Diamonds</strong></div></div></div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/7306/fdohb1uginkgu8d6g.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">There is yet more of a buzz with Vajayjay.  It’s as if she can’t wait to get started.  When she walks in, I remind, “Be inspired.  Act like a bitch, instinctive.  So do it.  Yes?”<br/><br/>Our dinner is quiet.  She looks when she wants a bite and I nod yes.<br/><br/>I don’t know if Cook has told Vajayjay that this is Mistress’s night out.  Tonight, seductive, almost punk.  Prowling, looking for quick excitement.  I’ll attract and be attracted.  Sometimes it’s a moment, other times longer.  Who knows?<br/></span>