You try not to move

You try your best, and somehow you succeed again. Only to sneeze before the fly would finally go away.

“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.