<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/3849/fudm7sglwynw0rr6g.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/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">“A song and a dance if I ever heard one.”  I look at my two girls who are serving as silent reviewers of this spiel, rolling their eyes, shaking their heads.<br/><br/>“You mean to tell me that you were coming here unannounced to . . . at the suggestion or in cahoots with <em>Mister</em> Warcaof that idiot?  Not believable.” <br/><br/></span><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f9a1/cet6epcotie37z46g.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;">I take a risk and speak, “No way was she coming here.  We’ve been tracking her and she’s done everything to elude.” <br/><br/></span><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f1f2/r6w4mnzyotqfgwk6g.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;">Mistress listens to Amanda and I add, “We used force to get her here.  She wasn’t a volunteer.  We inserted the contacts—even then, she tried to evade.  Except she found our car, begging for help to escape.”  I don’t dare smirk at Amanda with Mistress present, but she knows how delightful I’m finding this. <br/><br/></span><div align="center">_____________</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>DdM:</em>  “We’ll keep the lenses in.”  I pause for effect, “You do know if they are not removed properly, the condition remains as is, yes?  Permanent then.”  <br/><br/>And “In such matters, the first step is to have the errant decide on her punishment, what to do to obtain forgiveness.  . . . Tell me: what as a sightless one are you to do to be corrected?” <br/></span>