<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/><br/><br/><br/><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/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Danai enters.  She whispers the bottom-line financials and a certain piece of information confirmed by an intercepted text.  Nodding, I dismiss her<br/><br/>Vajayjay asks for trip details.  <em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Where are we trying to get to, Mistress? We can get to Istanbul or all the way to Vladivostok going east. We’ll need to decide once we get to Vienna. Shall we get a hotel in Vienna?”</span></span></em>  Hmmm.  <br/><br/>“In all honesty,  my pet.  We, I - you, are trying to get to wherever you desire.”  . . . “That means we start our journey, you being our unhindered compass.”  If the destination were important, I would set it. <br/><br/>“Sometimes.  Oftentimes, those who work for you think you work for them.  Do this.  Do that.  We’ve done this.  For you they pretend.  They often need to be told.  Stop.  You are not in charge.” <br/><br/>“This little exercise of you decide does that, puts you in charge.” <br/><br/>“Have you started an agenda on your phone?”  I take her phone.  I look and hand it back to her.  “Good girl.  Password protected.  If you look though, there’s a text.  Exactly what I was talking about.  All ‘those in charge’ may need a simple message: don’t do unless I say do.” <br/><br/>“If you need to teach whomever a lesson, that can be done on the way to the train, in the car.  We’re in a hurry and that’s the important thing, not to miss our train.” <br/><br/>I take my purse, open it, pull out my phone, show Vajayjay my phone and place it back in the purse.  “Remind me to give you my password later.  But don’t ever tell Danai or Amanda what it is.” <br/><br/>I playfully pat Vajayjay on the rump, “That’s nice!  My hand seems to enjoy plaid. . . . <em>Lass uns gehen!</em>” </span>