You refuse

You take a look at your ship. Then you look down to the **** mittens holding your hands. Your altered body sensing every piece that you wear. The cage around your cock. The catsuit around your body. The mask. The collar. The stilettos on your feet. The dildo gag that you bite on. The monstrous plug in your opening. The **** harness around the catsuit.

From this there is no going back. Anyone who says otherwise is a liar. You've been through so much torment there is no way you would tell about the **** chip. You would be out for a month. Perhaps two. Then you would be back where you are. Only that your fading sense of self would be much stronger.

Just as Rebecca said: you need to forget that you are a person. The sooner that happens, the better. You turn back to Rebecca, standing on your knees, and you start making pleading noises through the mask.

"Oh, so you are staying?" Rebecca cocks an eyebrow.

"Yes, Mistresphhhs..." you mutter through the gag.

"Alright," she smiles. "Come on. I will take you back home."

You follow Rebecca on all fours, happy that she wouldn't undo so much progress.

And by the afternoon your are on the bed, your body locked in the strictest form of bondage she could put you in.

"Time for another escape challenge," Mistress says, and the clock starts ticking.

BAD OUTCOME: BROKEN BY THE TRAINER