<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qCugVbF.png) <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;">As all things concerning me should, the shopping goes smoothly.  The ‘shopper’ had previously been informed of my desires and it all plays out as it should from inner garments to outer garments--all as it should.  From short to shorter--all as it should.<br/><br/>Vajayjay’s change is being processed by her.  All that I do is offer a look of good posture and she mimics, showing off her newness.<br/><br/>My supplicant asks ever so nicely about the ‘what next’ with hopes of no train ride.  “Definitely take a pill.  No one wants to chase pain.  Feel good my pet.” <br/><br/>“You will get used to the bouncing and swaying, but I don’t feel in the mood for a train ride.” <br/><br/>I offer a look to Vajayay, “No dancing either.  Dinner, eventually, that is all we need concern ourselves with I think.” <br/></span>