<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/10ok2sy.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><div class="floatright">(http://i66.tinypic.com/e0q1pd.jpg)</div><br/>I could just look at them on my phone, but the prints, the ‘best-of’, seem more satisfying.  It’s a few minutes before Vajayjay is to enter.<br/><br/>The entrant to my sitting room.  Anticipation?  Worry?  When one knocks at the door, wondering what is behind the door—that is something to be nurtured, encouraged from the start.  Then the subtle loss of balance upon seeing the room—<em>The Dominatrix of the World?  The Red Demon?  This room!?!</em>Uncertain, off-balance.  And all that I will do is nod once, indicating that permission has been obtained to enter.<br/><br/>Well my Vajayjay has some experiences in store that are sooo dependent on how she behaves and answers. Surely, she must sense this.<br/><br/>I select one picture and look again.  Yes, I do believe the best picture is her fingering herself.  She does seem to enjoy such things.  Will she deny it?<br/>