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
Wondering who you will meet here at the Facility, or want to binge on all the stories of your favourite? Meet the diverse clients of the Facility here
All the stories can be found in the Facility Archives, and you can explore by mini series, neatly organised for you here
recent posts
- Eleanor’s Bare Bottom Spanking
- Eleanor’s Embarrassing Enema
- The Secret Closet
- The Harrington Estate
- Flowers in the Basement
There is some amazing artwork within these stories, but if you just want to see images series by series click here
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Second only to a flight attendant, there is only one other manner of woman who carries herself with such effortless feminine grace and poise, who can captivate an entire room — or an entire city — by her mere presence. A weather girl. There is something almost sacred about the way they stand in front…
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I woke up tangled in Andrea’s arms, our bodies warm and sticky from the night before. The tent smelled like us — sweet roasted marshmallows from last night’s s’mores, the smoky scent of the dying campfire, and the unmistakable musk of sex that still clung to our skin and the sleeping bag. I nuzzled deeper…
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Two nations, by long-shared border and kindred blood alike in dignity,In fair Niagara, where we lay our scene,From ancient grudge to petty modern lunacy,A newborn flame of passion sparks fresh mutiny. From forth the loins of these rival lands,A pair of star-cross’d lovers meet by night;Whose sweetly tangled, misadventured courseDoth with their kisses mend their…
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The beginnings of my shifts always start the same way. I’m vibrant, cheerful, a pleasure to be around… But after twelve hours of blood and guts, human emotion, grief and anguish… it takes a toll on me, more than I sometimes care to admit. ************************************************ I got home around 6:30 PM, exhausted but wired. My…
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My back slumped against the wall behind me, as I slid down to a seated position on my bum, tucking my knees into my chest and losing all strength in my hands, my phone falling to the cool tile floor of the bathroom I was in. I got the call from Jessika late last night…
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Andrea’s Tundra slowly puttered through town. Only a few more stops and a few things left on the list. It’s a gorgeous day. Windows down, 90s music playing… AvocadosPaper towelChicken thighsLaundry soapCapersRomaine lett… ***************************************************** The decibel level of a car crash can reach 140 dB – an airbag deploying can reach 150-170, comparable to a…
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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,…
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Hey everyone… oh my god, it’s been way too long. I know, I know — I disappeared for months. Some of you probably thought I’d finally been broken for good. But no… I’m still here, still very much a collared little slut in Mistress Andrea’s Facility, and tonight I’m sneaking in a quick blog update…
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From that night on, Bradley started spending almost every evening at my place. He would arrive straight from work, still in his button-down shirt and slacks, and the first thing he would do is ask how he could serve me. I loved watching the transformation. The respectable finance professional slowly disappearing in front of my…
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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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