<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/28r01mh.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/>Her tongue is a natural.  It runs along each toe, the last two of the foot getting even more attention.  I delay my morning routine to linger and enjoy.<br/><br/>“I could just keep you for your talent on display right here and now Vajayjay!  Amanda’s explanations of last night had their impact it would seem.  To her credit.”<br/><br/>“You do love this, do you not?”  I linger a bit more to hear how satisfying she finds all this.<br/><br/>“It’s on to ablutions for me.  The same bathroom as last night will allow for your showering and making appropriately ‘pretty’.  You know what I like.”<br/><br/>“Make sure the staff knows I wish breakfast shortly.”  I look down at my latest prize.  “If anyone should try to waylay you, emphasis on the lay (smile), tell them you are on Mistress’ instructions, no interference.”<br/><br/>I turn and leave to prepare myself for the day.  I’m sure she remembers that we are to plan more for her future.<br/>