<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/51c9/cfifc9wq9nn40a46g.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Circe</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;">● Portal traveler<br/>● Adopted by witches <br/>● sometime nasty nurse<br/>● uncertain witch experimenter<br/>● Cosmo drinker<br/>● Personal assistant to Mistress Anjela (Wow!)<br/>● rebellious reactor <br/>   <br/> </span></span></div></div></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">EM offers a slight apology of not being him/herself.  The apology will eventually garner an ‘okay’, but it’s not getting an instantaneous ‘no big deal’.<br/><br/>But what gives?  EM’s skintight dress is now revealing—nipple clamps?  I think so, but she bolts, walking with clear intent for the ladies.  Our order is placed and I keep semi-vigil on EM’s situation, basically glancing at the ladies periodically, waiting for her to return.<br/><br/>And he/she’s back.  It seems that the nipple clamps were not what I saw, but wait!  EM places two clamps in my hands with a <em>‘please try to be more careful’.</em>  First off, the request is nice, using please.  On first blush, I’m not sure what that means.  Careful about?  EM has placed nipple clamps—like the ones I saw outlined by her dress, that she did have—in my hand.  Ohhh!  <br/><br/>Uh-oh!  Major uh-oh!  I <em>think</em> what I imagine may come true, sometimes.  Which means I better be careful (EM’s suggestion) with what I think.  Got it!  But one problem—thoughts just pop for me, randomly.<br/><br/>“Pizza should be here in less than 15 seconds EM.” <br/><br/>This control your mind thing is going to require discipline that I don’t usually have.  What to do?  How to get some control.  <br/><br/>Gulp!  The pizza arrives in less than . . . well pretty damn quick!<br/><br/></span><div class="floatright">(https://img.sndimg.com/food/image/upload/c_thumb,q_80,w_412,h_232/v1/img/recipes/18/74/74/p6ilQbYRRHuPrth79MCR_FOGCP%206%20-%20final_3.png) </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">My train of thought is back on track.  I need to concentrate!<br/><br/>“Fig, caramelized onion and goat cheese.  Yum!  Yay pizza chef!” <br/><br/>My train of thought is off, then back on track.  I need to concentrate!  (2nd or 3rd try in solution mode).  “I’ll be right back!”  I head to the ladies, get the privacy I need, apply the clamps—tight, but not too tight—after all, they’re to remind me to be careful, not to wince and wince more.<br/><br/>I’m back and the pizza looks just as good as when I left.  <br/><br/>I had best input my thoughts for the two since things are anything but usual.  “I think things I think may come about and I have to be careful.”  Basically, I let EM know I get it.  I look at EM, not sure if he/she told Chloe about the clamps or if Chloe saw what I saw.  I look down at my chest which has the outlines of the clamps, “I umm administered a reminder, to be careful what I think.  Sort of helping, reminding me of the power of karma.”   <br/><br/>“It’s sort of like Russian Roulette—things, thoughts, spin around, then is it a blank or not.  I’ve got the reminder to avoid random thoughts, but everyone knows I’m like a little temperamental and, well plus, random ideas just come to me.”   I sigh, “but I’ll be careful, at least try to be.”  (Smile).  “As hard as I can anyways.”  The nipple rings are in reminder mode—who says Circe can’t be careful?  Or at least try?  <br/></span>