<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;">%u25CF Fully female.<br/>%u25CF Wearing white dress and heels.<br/>%u25CF Self confident.<br/>%u25CF Increasing domme tendencies.</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;">"Ya!" I smile at Circe as I open the menu, although my enthusiasm is due more to confirming my hypothesis than to my newfound confidence which I now take for granted.  Her figuring out the connection between impression and effect also pleases me.  Clever girl, I should reward her when we get home...<br/><br/>Wait.  Something is off, and I only recognize it because I am paying extra attention to my thoughts and emotions, analyzing my mental state with regard to possible magic that can affect it, and the question in the back of my mind is: <em>why am I thinking in those terms?</em>  It doesn't take me long to figure it out.  Apparently my little performance has made quite an impression on Circe and she cannot stop thinking about 'Mistress Anjela'.  And what Circe thinks, Circe says.  Whatever else the magic has done to her, it sure made her more... chatty.  Unfortunately, her curiosity and enthusiasm seem to be contagious, as Chloe joins the conversation.  If I don't stop stop it now, bad things will happen...<br/><br/>I lean forward and reach for Circe's face, grabbing her just below the chin and pulling her close.  "Pay close attention, pet," I say in a quiet but forceful voice, noticing that the fingernail polish on my hand has changed its colour to black.  "Mistress Anjela does not exist.  You will not speak of her, you will not even <em>think</em> of her.  Do you understand?  Or shall I put you over my knee to drive the point home?"  I probably should, she is overdue for a good spanking to remind her of her place, but it will have to wait until we get home, I have a nice paddle collection...<br/></span><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/Title_2.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><br/>Ugh!  I must resist this.  I am Mis...  No!  I am Mike!  I shake my head to clear it and notice a flicker from the menu.  Looking down, I see the book is there, open to the chapter it thinks appropriate, just waiting for me to turn the page.  I push the menu aside and reach for the book, and with an effort of will turn it around so the little ones can read the text.  "The next one to mention the name," I tap a long black fingernail on the page for emphasis, "will find herself with a ball gag, butt plug and a pair of <em>very</em> tight nipple clamps."  Chloe should have enough sense to obey but Circe can be a brat.  Hopefully today she isn't in the mood to provoke punishment.</span><br/>