<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/28r01mh.jpg) <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;">Not unexpectedly, there is a respectful whisper asking as to my desires for dinner.  I walk out to see Vajayjay.  I look her up and down, approvingly.  So dinner time?  I mouth <em>now!</em> and snap my fingers for her to follow.<br/><br/>When we get to the table, I sit and snap my fingers again, indicating for Vajayjay to sit next to me (this girl is on a streak; I’ve not had her rest at my foot, eating from a bowl).  As we sit there, Vajayjay at my side, I move my hand onto her silky thigh.<br/><br/>“Amanda and Danai think tomorrow makes sense.  There will be no light from the moon.  Any problems?”  I smile, looking at Vajayjay as I ask the question, my hand riding up her thigh.<br/></span>