<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2ngbqs6.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Amanda</span></strong></div></div><br/>Danai’s opinion is that Vajayjay is a bitch. AND now she claims her enjoyment was not permitted by ME!  I look at Mistress and . . . she lets me know I’m not in trouble.  No thanks to that bitch!<br/><br/><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/>I stroke Vajayjay’s hair idly as she speaks of denied permission, “So it seems you need a course correction.  One wants to enjoy all that she does, through and through,<em>joie de vivre</em>.  I expect that, seek pleasure.  Denial is explicit.  Otherwise, no denial.  Understanding my will is essential.”<br/><br/>“It’s getting late.  I wanted to tell you of how I see your vacay, my vacay, moving toward you getting all you want, and me getting all I want.”  (Smile).  “But that is for later, given the lateness.”<br/><br/>I look at Amanda.  “Please tell Gigi that I shan’t need her services tonight.”  “Vajayjay, you can rest at the foot of my bed while I sleep.  When I arise, we can see what’s what for ‘Mission Project Vajayjay’.  Perhaps dreams will inspire me yet more.  How does that sound?”<br/>