She released her grip on his hair finally and leaned down, bending at the waist as she reached for the lock and closed it around the clasp. It was a standard lock, and she had the key... somewhere. It was something she kept more for the show of it than anything else.
Once it was secure around him she dragged a nail along the exposed part of his shaft, flicking her thumbnail back and forth against the tip.
"Now then, Father... if you're going to insist on debating my every move, I'm sure I've got a ballgag around here somewhere."