Training Ava: Ava Mir-Ausziehen, Master Rob Gadling

Master Rob Gadling isn’t amused. Ava Mir-Ausziehen forgot her place, and he’s done telling her twice. He drags her body onto the floor, hogties her elbows to heels, chest pressed into the boards. The first drop of hot wax hits bare skin between her shoulders. She jerks, ropes creak, but the knots hold. More wax follows—slow trails down her spine, across the curve of her ass, over the backs of her thighs. Each sting lands harder than the last. Rob circles her, watching every twitch, every muffled sound behind the gag. He isn’t finished. He grabs the thick dildo she left out and works it in without ceremony, steady pressure until it’s seated deep. She gasps around the leather. He ties it in place, knotting rope tight over her hips, then steps back to admire his work. Sweat beads on her forehead. Every shift pulls at wrists and ankles; every breath forces the toy deeper. Rob stays quiet, gloved hands checking tension, never offering comfort. He’s teaching a lesson, not giving a cuddle. If Ava wants it to stop she’ll have to prove she finally remembers who owns the word "please."