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 at two-thirds, the pressure-gag slips out of your mouth, and the the two dildos begin to vibrate. At that point, you just keep moaning, your sounds waking up everyone in the apartment.

Master opens the door, and turns the device off.

“Three and a half A.M.? That’s still pretty lousy,” he says. “I guess we will have to rehearse this tomorrow,” he adds, and he leaves the room.