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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I wandered into her office, still in my comfy, frumpy clothes from earlier, my toes wiggling in my socks and fuzzy UGG slippers as I peeked in. “Ma’am? What should we do tonight?” I asked, my voice all soft and curious, that submissive tone slipping in without me even trying, the fact that a vicious…
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Hi everyone, Jess here. So we were in the car on the way from the airport, Willow sitting in the back with Brandy as I drove and provided some entertainment as their tour guide. Willow was full of questions and concerns, her British accent making everything sound extra polite even when she was clearly anxious.…
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The Facility hums with its usual symphony of secrets today—the distant clink of a sissy’s heels on the tile, the soft whir of a machine in a far room teasing some lucky sub, and here in my office, the quiet, labored breaths of my afternoon client, Tessa, punctuating the air like a metronome of mortification.…
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Hi everyone, it’s Brandy here, your 24-year-old cam-girl and e-girl, reflecting on the delicate balance of discipline and desire that shapes my days at the Facility. As always, I must share these moments with you in detail, for it’s in the vulnerability of confession that I find my deepest release—whether through the sting of a…
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Oh my gosh, you guys, it’s Jessika here with the next chapter of our wild Facility life—hehe, and this one’s got me blushing just typing it out. Like, a few days after that first kiss with Brandy, I was all fidgety and excited, waiting for her to build up the courage to sneak into my…
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You guys, it’s Jessika here, and like, I need to redefine something I said before about me and Brandy being “slave sisters.” Hehe, that was kinda over-the-top dramatic, but it’s not quite right. See, neither of us has asked to play in the heavier spaces of the Facility—you know, the ones where knee socks and…
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Oh my gosh, you guys, it’s Jessika here, picking right up where I left off—‘cause this whole “catch” thing in our arrangement with Mistress Andrea? It’s got two parts, and part two is all about the business side of our spicy content. Like, hehe, who knew moving into a fetish facility would come with profit-sharing…
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“Brandy, can you believe we live in an industrial park, with a Dominatrix, in a fetish studio?” I said it straight into the mic, my voice a mix of giggles and disbelief, the neon lights from my gaming setup casting pink and purple glows across the room. Brandy cracked up beside me, leaning into her…
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There I sat in that mock living room, the grey-painted brick walls casting a cozy yet commanding shadow, the retro furniture arranged like silent witnesses to the girls’ unraveling. Jessika and Brandy stood in their assigned corner, shoulder to shoulder, fully nude with those freshly spanked bums on shameless display—glowing a vivid, uniform red from…
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OMG, you guys, this is Jessika again and I’m shaking just typing this. Mistress Andrea took my hand so gently — like a mom guiding her little girl — and led me into that side room. Brandy was already back on the couch sniffling, and the second that door clicked shut behind us everything felt……
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