<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Michael</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">● Fully female.<br/>● Wearing white dress and heels.<br/>● Self confident.<br/>● Getting himself under control.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2pt;"><br/></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">The touch of Chloe's hand on mine and her soothing words work magic -- literally -- on my state of mind.  The thoughts of dominance fade away, leaving a feeling of calmness.  "Thank you," I give her a grateful smile, "I needed that.  I could feel the Anjela personality taking over.  For whatever reason I seem to be affected very strongly, too strongly.  This was a close call, next time could be worse."<br/><br/>Circe looks miffed.  "Sorry Circe," I say with a guilty expression, "I wasn't myself..."  But this doesn't seem to mollify her.  That look on her face, I know it, it usually means that she's thinking of...<br/><br/>I gasp and jump up as a sudden jolt of pain runs through my breasts.  My hands fly to my chest and I can feel something there, under my bra, pinching my nipples <em>hard</em>.  Circe is being a brat, teasing and making fun of my (or Miss Anjela's) behaviour but the only thing I can think of is the increasing pain.  "Order something for me," I manage to say through clenched teeth, push my chair back and bolt in the direction of the bathroom, barely remembering to use the appropriate one for my current sex.<br/></span><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/81/Nipple_clamps_white.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><br/>Barging in, I rush into the first available cabin, close the door behind me and bare my chest only to see two metal contraptions attached to my nipples, squeezing them like vises.  Fuck!  Frantically I try to figure out how to remove them, and a little whimper escapes my lips when I pull a little too hard.  It takes an agonizing moment to determine in which direction I should twist the little metal balls to loosen the pressure, but eventually I manage to take them off.<br/><br/>My aching nipples look red and swollen, and feel raw and sensitive.  I open the cabin door just a crack and peek out before slipping out.  To my relief, the bathroom is empty of other people, and I really hope no-one steps in in the next couple of minutes, because the sight of a topless girl bending over the sink and shoving first one boob then the other under the stream of cold water can be quite confusing.  My luck holds long enough for me to soothe the dull throbbing and dash back into the stall when I hear the handle turn.  I wipe myself dry with toilet paper, adjust my clothes and walk out to rejoin my friends.</span><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2e/Screw_nipple_clamps.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Coming up behind Circe, I lean close to her and murmur in her ear.  "Please try to be more careful," I find her hand and place the clamps in it, closing her fingers around them, "those things fucking hurt!"  In the back of my mind I wonder how I got off relatively easy, without the ball gag and butt plug to complete the picture.  Probably thanks the Chloe trying to diffuse the situation.  Still, Circe didn't even use a spell from the book...<br/><br/>I return to my seat and turn to Chloe.  "Can you see if there is a spell in there to increase resistance?  I'm getting sick and tired of missing all my saving throws."</span><br/>