You try to endure

You try to endure as much as you can.

But again: it is hopeless.

At one point, perhaps when the jar is halfway, the pressure-gag slips out of your mouth, and the the two dildos begin to vibrate. And you just keep moaning, your sounds waking up everyone in the apartment.

The man, no, Master, opens the door, and turns the device off.

“Two and a half A.M.? That’s a pretty lousy start for a voluntary,” he says. “I guess we will have to rehearse this tomorrow. And we will just keep doing it until you get it right,” he adds, and he leaves the room.