Welcome to the Facility, where together we will explore adult discipline, power exchange and the sting of impact play with equal parts severity and sensuality in a safe, sane and consensual environment. The Facility has a little something for everyone’s unique tastes. Different strokes for different folks (quite literally).
Don’t know where to start?
This seven-part mini series begins with “The Facility Awakens”, and ends with “The First Client”. It’s actually based on real events and my own, real-life, therapeutic visit to a professional disciplinarian that changed my life forever. Please enjoy.
- The Facility Awakens
- A Rising Storm
- Drive to Destiny
- Warm Reception
- Terror and Arousal
- Heather’s Spanking
- The First Client
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All the stories can be found in the Facility Archives, and you can explore by mini series, neatly organised for you here
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Dating apps are usually exhausting for a woman like me. Most men either try too hard to dominate the conversation or fold like wet paper the moment I show even a hint of strength. Profiles full of gym selfies and empty bravado. Messages that start with “Hey sexy” and end with unsolicited dick pics before…
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Before I tell you all about my latest conquest of shattered heterosexuality, let me first tell you how my system really works, my loves. Right now, at this very moment, I have thirty-eight men locked in full-time chastity around the world.Thirty-eight different cocks. Thirty-eight different egos. Thirty-eight different men who once believed they were in…
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Hello, my loves… or should I say, hello to anyone brave enough to step into my world. I’ve been thinking about how to tell this story for a while now. Not because I’m shy — far from it — but because I want you to really know me first. I want you to feel who I am…
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The Facility had become something I barely recognized some mornings. What had once been a quiet experiment — a handful of clients a week, each session a private dance of therapeutic release in my carefully curated rooms — had grown into a living, breathing operation that demanded more of me than I had hours in…
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Tracy reluctantly clicks into the mock classroom in her glossy little pink Mary Jane heels, the buckles catching the light like naughty winks, her steps hesitant and echoing in the empty space. She’s in the full outfit now—the white sheer cropped blouse with pink and flower patterns, the Peter Pan collar with puffy short sleeves…
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About seven days later, after the darling and embarrassed Tracy spent her hour in the timeout corner of her own living room—bum bare and live-streaming her own humiliation to my watchful eye—I was in my office again, the soft afternoon light filtering through the drapes, casting golden patterns on the polished mahogany desk where I…
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The quiet hum of my office was a welcome reprieve that afternoon, the soft glow of my monitor the only light besides the filtered sunlight through the blinds. I had just finished reviewing the latest verification video from a promising new client, Tracy McCallum, and her nervous smile into the camera—holding up that little sign…
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Oh, darlings, the Facility has been a whirlwind —Willow’s week-long visit turning my little domain into a playground of giggles, gasps, and girls gone wild. The softening of rules for Brandy and Jessika had transformed our structured sanctuary into something akin to spring break debauchery: late-night threesomes echoing down the halls, whispered secrets turning into…
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The BJ Podcast: Episode 92: Back to Bratty Basics Oh my gosh, you guys, it’s Jessika here—hehe, your fave 24-year-old e-girl who’s all about that gamer-girl life, secretly nerding out over cosplay and kink while filming my feet in cute socks for my OnlyFans subs. Like and subcribe if you haven’t; it’s all teasing toe rings…
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Like, ugh, I thought the hairbrush was bad enough—my bum still throbbing like a boss-level burn—but nope, Brandy had more in store for me, to get her revenge from last night. Brandy made Willow and me dress the same—a common and standard-issue submissive female vibe that felt so grown-up and sexy compared to our usual…
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