<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/3849/fudm7sglwynw0rr6g.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/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">I’m waiting for my bitch to beg just a little more, to cum and cum again.  To hear her beg, to confirm for the hundredth time that she is mine and nothing without me.<br/><br/>Alarms go off, but not from any security I have.  There’s the flash and shout of ‘police’.  It is not the police—this I know.<br/><br/>Vajayjay bitch is being pulled at.  I hold her wrist, tugging.  She’s slipping from me: I only have her leg, biting and scratching it.  My last mark on her (for now).<br/><br/>How many are there?  Two at least.  I slide off the bed, behind a curtain and I’m gone.  Close, but gone.  I don’t hear any screams.  There certainly are no police car lights.  <br/><br/>I find a phone: “This is Dianne du Monde.  I wish to report a kidnapping.” <br/></span>