Flahs looked confused for a bit, blurting out "Wha...?", but a few more slaps got her going, and she stumbled out of the bed, clumsly keeping her balance despite her cuffed hands, and then, stammering a "Yes, Sir", ambled towards the kitchen.<br/><br/>Fortunately it was a top of the line kitchen, so she could manage most with AR-linked commands, and by then had recovered enough to not just send a message, but return to the bedroom herself to ask what he preferred for breakfast, again standing their submissively, though this time without the heels which were still somewhere around or under the bed since last night.