You try not to move

Despite your damnedest, you move, causing the fly to get away from your nose.

“That’s another five raggedy points!” you hear from outside, and you gulp.

Now you are at twenty-five.

You stay idle until the evening. Master and Mistress walk to the bed, exchange a kiss, and lie down. They start to watch the holo-tv and talk about the usual stuff. Then at one point, Master slips down your zipper, and pushes his index finger inside you.