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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So, okay, I’m in my room right now, playing way too much Diablo—slaying demons like it’s therapy, but honestly, it’s giving me total ADHD. My brain’s bouncing between “yes, loot drop!” and “omg, there’s way too many spells and projectiles flying all over the screen?” Hehe, the struggle is real. My phone buzzes on the…
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Willow and I discussed safewords really quickly but assured me she wouldn’t be using hers, citing that it wouldn’t be a real spanking if she had the ability to dictate when it ended. I nodded in agreement, then I lit up the scene, my voice firm but laced with that babysitter authority. “Your Mother told…
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Oh, dear readers, it’s Brandy here. Today, I’m writing about a pivotal moment that stirred something new within me, describing it all—the emotions swirling in my chest, the physical sensations of anticipation and power that left me aching—with the honesty you deserve, delving into the vulnerabilities that make these experiences so profoundly erotic. I was…
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Oh, darlings, there I was, nestled in my bed that night, the silk sheets whispering against my skin like a lover’s sigh, a glass of PN on the nightstand casting ruby reflections in the low light. I had a leather-bound volume of Victorian erotica open in my lap, its pages filled with tales of strict…
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Okay, let’s dive into this next chapter ‘cause it’s got all the drama and steam any good “sleepover” should have. After interrupting that steamy lezdom session Brandy and Willow were engaged in, I actually felt kinda shitty about it. Like, I barged in all disheveled—zero pants, straight-up Donald Duckin’-it, with just my oversized pink hoodie,…
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The heavy leather collar fastened around Willow’s neck with a satisfying click, the silver ring at the front gleaming under the soft lights of the fetish parlour, and in that moment, the dynamic solidified. “You’re mine now,” I said softly, my voice steady with this newfound confidence, the words sending a warm flush through my…
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Still trembling with a mixture of nerves and exhilaration as I click down the hallway in Mistress Andrea’s sky-high heels, determined to find Willow and claim her as my own. The black leather opera gloves hug my arms like a second skin, the elegant gown clings to every curve, and the height from those heels…
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In the back garden of any loving home where discipline dances with devotion, a trusty willow tree is an often overlooked ally. Its slender branches, green and whippy, offer the perfect tool for those in need of correction. Sent outside — perhaps in humiliating age-regressed attire, or bare as the day born, if privacy permits — the errant…
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Screams echoed off the walls and down the long hallway. It was impossible to tell if they were from pleasure, pain, or some unholy mix of both. One second she was crying out “Yes… yes, oh god, yes!” in this broken, desperate voice, and the next she was screaming “No, no, I can’t take anymore!”…
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Holy fuck, you guys… I’m kneeling right now in one of the richly furnished punishment rooms of the Facility, and my heart is hammering so hard I can feel it between my legs. The room is beautiful in the most terrifying way — dark wood bondage benches with thick leather padding, walls lined with neatly…
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