“Good,” I said. “It’s nice to know all those instruction drills we did weren’t entirely wasted.” Behind Patrick Betty hesitantly reached out but I stopped her with a sharp look and upraised hand. I pointed to a device hanging near the head of the bed. “Mistress Elizabeth, please hand me that strap-on.”
Patrick whimpered but that didn’t stop me from buckling it on; I needed to assert my authority and, given Patrick’s rebellious state, this was the best way. Betty helped me with the straps then and, at an order from me, tied Patrick’s wrists and arms. I grabbed a bottle of lubricant and generously slicked up the dildo.
“That’ll be all, Mistress Elizabeth. Thank you.”
“Shouldn’t I stay and make sure - “
“Leave us.”
Betty backed out. I practically shut the door in her face.
I grabbed a t
