<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;">I am rather pleased with myself.  But, when am I not?<br/><br/>Here sits my Vajayjay and my Jaclyn.  She is the picture of the wet-dream girl of slavering victims, those who I wish to make a recovery against.<br/><br/>There is one thing I know.  I want to penetrate Jaclyn more deeply.  Vajayjay is easy.  Trigger word and she is mine.  But Jaclyn, the inner mind, the persona, that will take more.<br/><br/>“Jaclyn.”  I take a sip of my tea and watch her wake from her other personality.  “Surveying, we see our slim one now buxom.  I do think those trophies are to be proud of.”  And what else? “You definitely want to keep those for many reasons.  <em>Giggle</em>.  They can’t be defused.”   Well, that should keep her informed on titty status.<br/><br/>“You’ll be a very exotic member of my arsenal.” <br/><br/>She’s wide-eyed, not yet forming any view--disbelief, contrary,--perhaps awe?  “I do appreciate your ceding so much financial control to me.  Perhaps if you do as well as I expect, you’ll become a junior partner.” <br/><br/>All that messaging should be clear: I own much of what she once did, I possess her and she is easily my toy thing.<br/><br/>Do I want her reaction?  Yes, but I am poised to trigger her back to my sub with an easy whispered Vajayjay.  I sip on my tea--“yes Jaclyn, were you going to say something?”<br/></span>