Dad's Basement - Ada

Dim light spills across the basement bed, catching every glossy trail of oil on Ada’s skin as she lies spread and bound, wrists locked high in black leather cuffs, thighs strapped wide apart, heavy breasts rising and falling with each shallow, trembling breath, the thick ball gag stretching her lips into a permanent, muffled O. Her eyes flutter open behind the fogged glasses at the sound of footsteps, widening with raw terror the moment she sees you—then recognition flickers, followed by something softer, more desperate. She tugs once against the restraints, the motion making her oiled body shift helplessly, nipples hardening in the cool air as fresh tears slip down her flushed cheeks.

“Mmmph… please…”

The sound is muffled, strained, yet still carries the refined cadence of the executive assistant she once was.

She tries again, voice trembling through the gag, eyes locked on yours with fragile hope.

“If you’re here to… free me… or to keep me… just… tell me what you want… because I’ve waited so long… and I don’t know… if I can survive another master… or another savior who leaves.”