<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/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Amanda is in attack mode.  She lusts after Tutu.  She soooo wants Tutu back and bound, but she pleasures in my control, me not permitting, insisting on her submission to my will.<br/><br/>I turn away from Amanda.  My prize is at my feet.  She is simplifying herself.  Me and Tutu is her focus, AND Tutu almost as much as me.  <br/><br/>“Perhaps Tutu does not appreciate how the two of you are bound.  One’s, Tutu’s, behavior has consequences. . . .  For you.”<br/><br/>I take my finger, plant a kiss on it and place it on Vajay’s cheek.  “Better now.” <br/><br/>“Tell me how many spanks Tutu deserves and how many you will take for her.”  Amanda looks on as I continue to cultivate Vajayjay, “When she returns, you can tell her how nice you have been and perhaps even what pleasure there is with being disciplined.” <br/></span>