No

You keep your senses and refuse to call her your Master.

"No!" you yell,"You're going to tell me what you want or I'm not doing it."

You hear a loud, long sigh over the speaker. The man leaves in a hurry, setting your bedpan by the door as he shuts it. The wall rises up again, swallowing the metal toilet in an instant.

"You have a bad habit, ****." she says sadly, "I think it is time we worked on correcting it."

You're not sure what she means, but you don't like the sounds of that. In less than a minute the door to your cell swings open, and your captor stomps in angrily. You hold your breath, not knowing what to expect. She suddenly feels much taller than before, and you feel much smaller.

"You have many choices within these walls, ****, but proper vocabulary is not one of them. You will address my staff and I as Master, starting right now." Her hands grip a coiled leather whip, "Redeem yourself by saying: I'm sorry master, it won't happen again."

"No." You say, mustering up another bit of courage.

She looks down at her whip and unravels it, letting it fall to the floor.

"You were so cooperative before. It seems I rewarded you too soon, ****."

Determined to resist her, you brace for a lashing. The first slash hits one of your feet with a loud CRACK, and a stinging pain runs up your leg. You recoil into the corner of your small room, suddenly regretting your decision. Another crack hits your shin, forcing a yelp from your lips.

"Simply say the words: I'm sorry master, it won't happen again."

You try to process the words, but you are distracted by her rising erection. The giant cock between her legs pulses to attention as she readies her whip for another strike. She's enjoying this. You brace again and notice that the next slash hits your thighs. She is remarkably accurate with that whip, working from your feet to your face. You look down and see the red welts already forming. You're not sure what's worse, submitting and calling her master, or getting covered with bruises while she gets off.