<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/28r01mh.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/>I exit my room.  My day has been productive.  Vajayjay is to accompany to dinner.  I snap my finger to indicate she is to follow, close but not at my side.  I sit at the table and snap my finger again for her to sit.  Food is brought.  I begin the meal—I have not signaled that she may eat.<br/><br/>“Amanda says my idea is proceeding ‘okay’.  I have told her that ‘perfect’ is what I expect.”  I look at Vajayjay: “Tell me what is least perfect and your role in that.  . . . And how you will do perfectly.”<br/><br/>I will decide whether she is to eat from a bowl on the floor or partake in the wonderful meal.  I raise an eyebrow for her to speak.<br/>