I N S T I N C T I V E

(Twenty-Three.)

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Two Days Later

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Ramona stared down at her phone, leaning over the kitchen island. She read the responses that Dwight gave her regarding the list of punishments she sent him. She observed it carefully. Some of the ideas were a mix of things he said he liked, while others were some ideas she got offline. 'Y' was for Yes, while 'N' was for No.

[Y] Forced to wear a collar around the house and do chores

[Y] Be degraded to only a servant

[N] Lick the floor

[Y] Be My Foot rest

[N] Be ignored

[Y] Be fed like a dog

[Y] Kiss my heels

[Y] Be roughly handled

[Y] Be slapped

[Y] Kiss my feet

[Y] Give me a full body massage

She was surprised to know that he said yes to more of them compared to the ones he denied. She chose one of the items from the 'Yes' list. She took a deep breath. "Okay, you can do this. Don't get nervous and don't get scared. Keep in mind it's something that he said he wanted. So there's no way to really make him uncomfortable unless you stray from the rules." She said.

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In the middle of her cooking breakfast, she felt arms wrapping around her. Dwight attempted to hug her and kiss her head. "Goodmorning." He said. "Morning." She said, keeping a straight face. She turned around and lightly pushed him back from her by his chest. She stared at him. "Today I'm going to give you one of your punishments. For this entire week, I want...you to refer to me as 'ma'am' when we're alone together and not in a professional setting. Can you comply with that?" She asked. "Yes...yes ma'am." He said, smiling subtly.

"Your first punishment of this week will involve you being on your knees before me and only eating when I feed you something from my plate. Understood?" Asked Ramona. "Yes ma'am." Dwight replied. "Okay, good. Go shower, now." She said. "Yes ma'am." He said, then walking away.

Just like that, he was complying with her. She still had to adjust to being in a relationship with a man who followed commands. "Huh." She mumbled.

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Dwight sat on the floor on his heels, dressed in a navy blue suit. His hair was slicked while he smelled of potent cologne. He watched as Ramona's beautiful silhouette sashayed in his direction in heels, her hair in a loose low ponytail while her makeup wonderfully enhanced her natural beauty. In her hand was a plate of food. Bacon, diced strawberries, blueberries, and honeydew melon. There was also an omelette on the plate.

She tried her hardest not to look at him directly, otherwise it might be too much for her. A lot of things didn't mess with Ramona's confidence except for this lifestyle. She sighed, then looking down into the plate. It was easier said than done, his punishment. But when your boyfriend is sitting in front of you on his knees waiting for you to feed him, it's normal to not adjust right away.