<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><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/18ab/j1qcdcibdv9em5l6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Amanda</span></strong> <br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Dianne Devotee</span></strong> </div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">I so rarely don’t get my way.  Is it true of Vajajay as well?  <br/><br/>She has now adopted ‘Tutu’ as her assistant’s name and invites her to our ‘soiree’ of sensuous moments.<br/><br/>Amanda has slipped away, taking my guests’ coats, now returning.  She sees and hears what we all see and hear.  I nod my head slightly and, approaching Tutu, Amanda bends to unfasten Tutu’s shoes.<br/><br/>I smile, “Vajayjay wants to play which is such a grand, exciting idea.  But, Amanda, no jumping past assent.”  Amanda pauses. <br/><br/>“Tutu, I promise you that Vajayjay knows what she’s doing.  Certainly, it can’t hurt to see.  Our natures should not be denied.  It’s even luxurious for a maid to unfasten a shoe, slowly, deliciously.  Shall she?” <br/></span>