I put the spoon aside. “Do you promise to be good?” I asked.
Patrick’s head shook vigorously. Yes yes yes!
“Alright, then.” I waved him over and he shuffled on his knees. I scooped out what was left of the last egg, tore up the remaining pieces of buttered toast and the last of the sausage. I piled all the food on my teacup’s saucer and lowered it to the floor. I removed the ringgag.
Patrick dove for the food.
“Wait!” I said.
He stopped short, just above the saucer. He started to shake but didn’t move any closer. Oh, this boy had such control! No wonder he led the doms around here by their p***y lips. They all wanted to bite into that wonderful submission and he doled it out as he saw fit. Fantastic! And what a little controlling s**t he was. But not with me.
“Wait,” I said again. “W
