<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qCugVbF.png) <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/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Mistress? I’d like to ask darling TuTu to take care of this. That way I can spend time adoring you and not have to worry about whatever this silliness is about.”</span></span><br/><br/>And there we have it--permission requested, seeking approval.  “Yes, the proper focus is truly the adoring one, you of me.”  My fingers explore the border where her bare skin is.  “Here’s what you shall do.  Simply text this: ‘Any actions taken after you left my presence are to be reversed, specifically texts; specifically instructions to anyone.'” <br/><br/>I stroke Vajayjay’s hair.  “I am more accustomed to instructing, especially where there are jealousies.  It is very obvious that Tutu wanted to be number one with me and that is not possible given I have you.  She is acting out, jealous and . . . well, I shall not be harsh.  You understand.” <br/><br/>“And no doubt her advisor is Mr. Peter Warcaof.” <br/><br/>“Do that quickly.  I want to arrange for some Vajayjay contours.  I think d-cups would be quite becoming for you.  It would please me immensely.  At one of our soonish stops that is to be arranged along our train travels.” <br/></span>