No, Mistress

Her hand whips out and she slaps you hard across the face, knocking you backwards. Then she looks down at you, sadly. "I see. That is a shame. I had such hopes for you."

"I'm sorry, Mistress." It's true. You didn't want to hurt her with your answer, but she made it impossible to lie, and there are lines that you would be hesitant to cross.

"Your apologies do not change the fact that your obedience is not as unquestioning as I would prefer. I had no intention of asking you to do what I suggested, but I was intending to have you demonstrate your obedience without your collar. Instead, I will have to treat you as I would any other ****.

"Come, Broodslave. We are leaving now."

You follow her, side of your face still stinging. You're sure that it looks bright red. It might even bruise.