<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zj2fbG4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> Danai</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Dianne Devotee</span></strong></div></div></div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/8d28/7r9f7z676ptr3ee6g.jpg) <br/><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/18ab/j1qcdcibdv9em5l6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Amanda</span></strong> <br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Dianne Devotee</span></strong> </div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><br/><em>Danai:</em>  I peek around the door opening.  Amanda is bringing Vajayjay to heel.  So, Amanda and I got that right.  It’s no longer speculation.  Mistress is in control of the bitch, just as much as she wants.  I look to see where there might be an opening.  Mistress du Monde notices and nods to me.  I walk to her and while watching the delightful scene, whisper in her ear.<br/><br/><em>DdM:</em>  Danai reports results of collected surveillance--I have police moles everywhere, and computer spying--all worth it.  It seems that the uncorrupted part of the beehive I don’t (yet) control is developing an interest in portions of my operation.  An interest that could interfere with profits, my greedy expectations.  I’ll have to move things along here, but I so enjoy my Vajayjay on full display.  (Sigh). <br/><br/><em>DdM:</em>  The Jaclyn supporter, not taking to her name of Tutu, is not frozen, more glaring.  My lips curl into a not unpleasant smile.  “What shall ‘we’ do here Tutu?” <br/><br/><em>DdM:</em>  I am interested in what she chooses.  Not so much for now, but for later.  It will be important to know as my plans go forward.<br/><br/><em>DdM:</em>  Mocking, I ask, “Is teatime over?” <br/><br/><em>Amanda:</em>  I don’t smirk, but think smirk when Danai comes in.  Yes, I’m the one who is dealing with the bitch Vajayjay.  Mistress du Monde does not instruct me to release her pet who is in disciplined heel mode.  I tug on her hair again, hard, keeping her in proper position.  I am finding every second so very precious.  <br/></span>