"And sometimes in the shower." Do you use your fingers only, or other things too?" She asked, watching my responses. My eyes felt heavy as she manipul...ted my slick genitals."Um...hooo...mostly fingers. Sometimes a hairbrush. And, my showerhead detaches. It's really ohhhh, mmmm nice." What do you fantasize about?" She wanted to know all my secrets!"Bryson Mannings' giant penis," I said, the last of it coming out as a whisper. "Changing with the girls in the locker room when I played soccer last. The answer is most definitely, yes!” I raised my voice and nodded in the affirmative. “Yes. Yes, I would,” I spoke in a voice not much louder than a stage whisper as I returned to my seat.I forced myself to take slow, steady breaths as my pounding heart drowned out the ringing silence of the hall. It was unnerving. I couldn’t figure from which direction the wind was blowing, and that scared the shit out of me.“Would you care to put that question into the form of a motion?” Sheila asked Alice’s. ?I didn?t know that they had such things.? But, then again, she?d not been interested in domming me until I?d brought it up back in 1998, and so thenew little gimmicks I kept coming up with were creating a beautiful monster inmy otherwise reserved wife. When Bootsie locked the belt andsaw my inability to even get an erection, she giggled. ?Now, Silas, justbecause you can?t have an orgasm doesn?t mean I can?t. Get on the bed, andpleasure me, you little nincompoop.? As I licked Bootsie?s. I turned back at the candle, and the ballof flame had grown, formed into a small sphere. I lookedat it for a fleeting second, and saw it disappear intonothing.At precisely that moment I felt a tinge in my body,like a light pinprick covering my entire body. Thesurroundings of the bar still seemed frozen. I couldn'tcomprehend what was happening."What the fuck?" I asked. The sound was curiouslydampened, like my mouth was full of cotton. Suddenly, thebar sprang back to motion."So wha'd you wish.