It was malleable. Controllable. He could influence it. Pieces could be moved, changed. Parts could be altered as needed. He was part of it – but it ...as also his environment. He could bend it to his will – or break it. Time would tell.He wondered if his breakdown from two days ago had hurt his standing with the Confederacy. With his superiors. He wondered but he didn’t worry. He was who he was. What he was. They could take him or leave him. It made no difference to him. It might even prove to. It was worth it. We went out to my truck and climbed in. We were in a parking spot facing the road so I threw it in drive and drove straight off the curb. It was more for the convenience of not having to back this rather long truck out than anything else.We headed back to Smokey's so she could get her truck. The drive was uneventful, except for her hand drifting to mine. Her skin was so soft, her touch was light as a feather. I looked over once to see her smiling at me. It was a smile. I’m going to go to the bathroom. I will give you a few minutes so you can do the same, if you need to. If you are not here when I get out, you and I will get dressed and ready for the day, and go about our business as usual, and we won’t ever speak of this again. We’ll forget all about it, and we will pretend it never happened.” She leaned a little closer, and her eyes – those same eyes I remembered from last night, full of heat and lust, begging me, pleading me – bored holes into mine. “But…. I woke up the next morning and headed for the shower. I wanted to be absolutely spotless for the anal torment that was to follow. What seemed like gallons of water up my colon later, I was dried, ready and in position. I was face down, ass up on my chaise, with a Cat-O-Nine Tails next to me, so that would be the first thing Benedict say when he walked in the door. This particular Cat-O-Nine Tails was an Icicles No 38. The handle doubled as a thick glass dildo and the tail was seemingly soft.