<div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/DGj9yCo.png)<br/><br/>__________</div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/8d28/7r9f7z676ptr3ee6g.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/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/18ab/j1qcdcibdv9em5l6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Amanda</span></strong> <br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Dianne Devotee</span></strong> </div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">With knowing confidence, I engage Jaclyn’s eyes, nodding.  “Tea it is.” <br/><br/>I reach for my phone and text.  And text more, looking back to the two ‘guests’.  “I think Amanda would like one of those tassels to summon her, but a phone is what I can call a polite command.  She will bring tea to my serving room.  We've met there before Jaclyn.” <br/> <br/>As we enter, I take Taffy’s elbow, whispering, <em>“I don’t wish to make it a major issue of world concern, but having loose teas for brewing, . . . essential!”</em> <br/>  <br/>In the room, Amanda is poised.  I look at her.  “Amanda, please serve.  I’m not sure what each might want but ‘attentive’ is the key.” <br/><br/>Looking at my redhead idolatress, “It will so please Amanda that she’s at her Vajayjay’s feet as it were, to serve.” <br/><br/>Looking at Amanda, “We’re not calling Tu-Tu Tu-Tu either.  For the moment.” <br/><br/><em>* Amanda:</em> I offer ever so slight of a curtsy as Mistress instructs.  And I do have the benefit of her texted instructions.  <br/><br/><em>* Amanda:</em> I look at the sub candidate: “What tea would you care for?  Strong or weak?  Sugar?” <br/><br/><em>* Amanda:</em>  With Jaclyn seated, I walk to her, leaning enough to her, whispering, <em>“Vajayjay gets what Mistress wants.  Yes?”</em> <br/></span>