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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Oh, darlings, stepping into Jessika’s little gamer-girl room was like wandering into a candy-coated fantasy—neon lights glowing from her setup, posters of pixelated heroes on the walls, and that cozy chaos of controllers and plushies scattered like forgotten toys. Jessika and Brandy were perched there, mics ready, looking absolutely adorable in their casual cute outfits—Jessika…
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Unfortunately, Alexis’s volley of craziness kept coming, a relentless barrage through my phone: texts swinging from “I hate you forever” laced with venomous emojis to floods of hearts declaring eternal love, videos of her laughing through tears or ranting about meds I never knew were part of her world. It was exhausting, that push-pull of…
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Oh, darlings, the Facility’s been a whirlwind these days—sessions stacking up like a deck of deliciously deviant cards, each one a fresh canvas for my artful torments. But lately, a little storm cloud’s been hovering over my empire, and it’s got me torn in ways I didn’t expect. Several of my most trusted clients—those loyal…
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Lately, I’ve been meeting some truly amazing people—souls baring their deepest desires with a vulnerability that’s as intoxicating as a well-tied knot. The judicial wing’s sessions have been electric: a high-powered attorney “sentenced” to the spanking machine for 45 minutes of rhythmic redemption, his cheeks blooming that perfect even red while he whimpered promises of…
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The sheer audacity of this night—me, on all fours in the heart of my own boudoir, the diffusers still weaving their sultry spell through the air, that soft jazz crooning like a conspirator in the background. Alexis clips a sleek black leash to the rose gold O-ring on my collar with a definitive click that…
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The Porsche’s engine purrs like a caged panther under Alexis’s command, her strappy stiletto sandal jammed pedal to the floor as we slice through the city streets with the kind of reckless abandon that got her in my judicial wing in the first place. Music blasts from the premium sound system—some thumping electronic remix that…
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Those strappy stilettos of hers click across the floor like little dares, each step closing the distance with that exquisite sex slave collar dangling from her manicured fingers—black leather supple as sin, rose gold accents glinting under the Facility’s mood lights, the O-ring begging for a leash that isn’t here… yet. She holds it out,…
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After the exciting first run of the newest Facility offering, you should see the judicial wing now—it’s a roaring success, my little courtroom of carnal corrections packed tighter than a sub’s restraints on a busy night. Simulated proceedings where the guilty plead to their sins, real or roleplayed, leading straight to booking and processing, judicial spankings…
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Ugh, as soon as those belts and padlocks come off, my legs are all wobbly, like I just ran a marathon on my tip toes, and my ass is throbbing this deep, fiery burn that’s gonna stick around for days—hell, probably a week like Andrea said. I’m still sniffling, wiping snot and tears off my…
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God, here we go—I’m back to being fully bare naked, my skin all goosebumpy in the cool air of this punishment room, and for the first time in like an hour, those heavy metal shackles are off my wrists and ankles. It feels weird, almost freeing for a split second, like I could bolt if…
