My second thought was the patient had been a child, because Mistress loved children, and the idea of her being upset at losing one made far more sense than the idea of her being upset at the death of an adult. She put on a dressing gown, grabbed me by my left hand, and asked “What are you going to do, in order to soothe me, my Princess?”
“What I always do Mistress; kiss your lovely red lips, suck your big firm tits, and finger your succulent, sweet cunt!”
Mistress’ eyes widened at my choice of words and asked, “And what are you going to do after that?”
“After that, Mistress, I’m going to grab the big brush handle, put you on your knees, and fuck you in your tight arse, while I continue to finger your cunt and squeeze your tits!” Mistress smiled for the first time that day, released my hand and dropped her dressing gown to the floor.
