The Facility

Oh. My. God.

If you thought the wine cellar was humiliating, you should have seen me ten minutes later in the Forbidden Wing.

“Miss” Brandy had brought straight there. The room was everything you’d expect from the Facility’s most exclusive play space — dim red lighting, black leather everywhere, heavy wooden beams across the ceiling, and that unmistakable scent of sex, leather, and anticipation hanging in the air.

I was already on my knees in the center of the room when she walked in. Perfect posture: knees together, back straight, eyes lowered, tits out, hands folded neatly behind my back. My black lace-top stockings were still perfectly in place, the garter straps framing my tiny thong, opera gloves shining under the lights. My collar felt heavier than usual.

Brandy stood beside me at attention, like a proud handler, one hand resting possessively on my shoulder.

Mistress Andrea entered slowly, taking her time to circle us. Her heels clicked like a metronome. She was wearing an outfit similar to Brandy’s, a sheer black bodysuit that clung to every curve, a leather corset cinched tight, and those killer patent heels. She stopped right in front of me and tilted my chin up with one finger.

“Look at this pretty little thing,” she murmured, her voice low and approving. “Brandy, you’ve presented her beautifully.”

Brandy beamed with pride.

For the next twenty minutes I was forced to watch as Mistress rewarded her favorite. Brandy dropped to her knees between Mistress Andrea’s legs and worshipped her like a woman possessed — slow, deep, devoted licks, moaning into her as Mistress gripped her ponytail and used her mouth. I stayed perfectly still, head down, listening to every wet sound, every gasp, every pleased hum from Mistress. My pussy was throbbing. My mouth was watering. And I wasn’t allowed to do anything but watch and ache.

It was exquisite torture.

Finally, Mistress looked down at me with that predatory smile.

“Your turn, pet.”

They moved me to the big padded table. First came the plug — a long and veiny realistic penis plug. Brandy worked it into my ass slowly while Mistress watched, stroking my hair and telling me how pretty I looked getting my asshole stuffed full. Once it was seated deep inside me, they started.

The spit-roast was merciless and perfect, with all three of my fuck-holes filled to the brim.

Brandy took my mouth first while Mistress fucked my pussy from behind. They found a rhythm immediately, high-fiving over my back like the filthy goddesses they are. Then they switched. I tasted my own desperate cunt on Brandy’s strap-on when she moved to my mouth, and the humiliation made me moan even louder around it. They swapped again and again, using me like their favorite toy, laughing and praising me while I drooled and gagged.

I came so hard I literally saw stars. My whole body locked up, the plug in my ass making everything feel impossibly fuller, my muffled screams vibrating around whichever cock was in my throat at the time.

When they finally let me down, I was a trembling, dripping mess, as my hungry asshole gobbled-up and grabbed at the base of the penis plug.

But Brandy wasn’t done with me yet.

She spent the next forty minutes tying me in the most beautiful, intricate Shibari she’s ever done. White rope everywhere — chest harness lifting and framing my breasts, arms bound tightly behind me, legs snug and secured, a tight crotch rope that pressed right against my swollen clit. She took dozens of pictures for our pay sites while I hung there helpless and glowing.

Mistress returned just as she was finishing and picked up her favorite flogger. While I was still fully bound and gagged, she gave me a long, thorough whipping across my ass, thighs and tits. Every strike made the ropes bite deeper. Every strike made me wetter.

When they finally untied me, I could barely stand.

Brandy helped me to the private bathroom suite attached to the room. We filled the huge marble tub with steaming water and essential oils, then sank in together. I curled against her chest, her arms wrapped around me, and we just… kissed.

Slow, deep, lazy kisses while the hot water soothed every mark and ache on my body. No dominance. No submission. Just two best-friends who had just enjoyed each other in the most beautiful way, cuddling like lovers.

I never want to leave this place.

Until next time,

Jessika 💕

(Still dripping. Still collared. Still completely addicted)

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