<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><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Vajayjay is unleashed to my great delight, foot in particular.  And Tutu has a temper(?)—unleashed(?).<br/><br/>As soon as I realize the Tutu slap is about to be delivered, my breathing quickens.  It’s a solid slap.  Tutu may just have hidden traits beyond what I had hoped.<br/><br/>And Vajayjay is now apologetic, begging for punishment.  “We shan’t call this a failure.  We shall call this cat and mouse.” <br/><br/>Amanda looks at me (do I want her to track/chase Tutu?).  I shake my head no.<br/><br/>“Let’s do this.  You pay attention to me as you have.  Think, think about how you might get Tutu back.  Perhaps pouty, submissive would work.  And, if all else fails, we’ll have Amanda turn disciplinarian.  Most appropriate, yes?” <br/></span>