You keep at it

Your teeth gritting on the gag, you continue your path... Achieving orgasm after orgasm... Your fluids dripping all over the garden... Until all the grass gets mowed alright.

Proud of your actions, you smile, however Master doesn't share the same enthusiasm.

“Great, now your juice is all over!” he says, and he unlocks you from the device. “We will have to rehearse this tomorrow,” he adds, and you are escorted back to the living room, strapped to your previous position.

You proceed to kneel in your stance idle, and you keep at it until the night when Master and Mistress lie down in the bed and start watching holo-tv. Out of a sudden, he starts pressing on your left breast. And the game begins.