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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Looking back, those initial months after unlocking the Facility’s doors felt like watching a seed burst into full bloom overnight, petals unfurling in vibrant, unexpected ways. What I’d envisioned as a modest haven for those craving real discipline had transformed into a bustling sanctuary, clients arriving in waves from the most surprising corners of life.…
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As Bailey curled up before me in her cage, her adorable face pressed close to the bars, tears streaking her cheeks and her breath coming in those shallow little whimpers that betrayed her insatiable fire, I unlocked the padlock with a deliberate click, swinging the door open just enough to let her crawl out on…
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A month or two had slipped by since Heather’s inaugural session, that tentative first brushstroke on what would become my burgeoning canvas at the Facility. What had started as a solitary venture—born from my own years on the receiving end of BDSM—had exploded into a thriving sanctuary, clients flocking to my reception area from every…
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The door to the kitchen swung shut behind us with a soft click, Andrea’s firm grip on my upper arm guiding me back into the cozy living room, the gas fireplace’s warm flicker casting dancing shadows across the plush rugs and armchairs, a deceptive comfort that did little to ease the throbbing heat radiating from…
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The quiet hum of the living room enveloped me as I lay draped over Andrea’s lap, the tweed of her dress pants rough against my bare thighs, her knees pressed together to form a stable platform that elevated my ass into the air like an offering on display. She let me linger there for what…
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The silence of the living room stretched like an invisible thread, pulling tighter with each passing second, the gas fireplace’s soft hiss the only companion to my racing thoughts as I stood motionless in the corner, nose inches from the cream walls that seemed to pulse with my own unease as the scent of fresh…
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The marble floor of the reception area gleamed under the clinical overhead lights, its cool surface echoing each tentative click of my patent nude heels as I stepped inside, the door swinging shut behind me with a quiet, final thud that seemed to seal off the outside world. My hands trembled slightly as I clutched…
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The minivan’s engine hummed steadily beneath me as I navigated the familiar route out of our quiet suburb, the winter sun glinting off the frost-laced windshields of parked cars, each one a reminder of the vanilla lives ticking along behind curtained windows. It was 9:35 AM, and I was ahead of schedule – as always,…
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The hum of the office had faded into a distant murmur by mid-afternoon, the kind of lull that creeps in after lunch when emails slow and colleagues vanish into meetings, leaving my cubicle feeling like a secluded confessional amid the sea of partitions. I sat there in my tailored grey pencil skirt, the fabric smoothing…
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The soft glow of my laptop screen pierced the dimness of our suburban living room, casting flickering shadows across the throw pillows and the half-folded laundry basket I’d abandoned earlier that evening. It was just past midnight, the house wrapped in the kind of silence that only comes after the kids are finally asleep –…
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