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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God, that courtroom moment is still replaying in my head like a bad dream I can’t shake—or maybe a good one, depending on how twisted I am. I’m Alexis DiPaulo, yeah, the 25-year-old Italian princess who’s got it all: looks that turn heads, a closet full of designer everything, and still crashing at Mommy and…
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Oh, the thrill of the gavel’s echo in my courtroom—it’s like the crack of a whip, but with all the pomp of pretend propriety. There I was, perched on my elevated bench like a Goddess, peering down at the quivering form before me. “Alexis DiPaulo,” I intoned, my voice a velvet blade slicing through the…
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Oh, darlings, if you thought my Facility was already a playground of exquisite perversions, buckle up—or should I say, bend over? I’ve been keeping a little secret, one that’s been hammering away in the background amid the symphony of saws and sweat from my ever-so-handsome contractors. Yes, that’s right: I’ve unveiled a judicial wing, a…
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**Caution** This story contains sequences of consensual non-consent play (CNC) After that mouth-fucking “clean up” with the dildo—me on my knees, lips stretched around it, tasting my own vanilla-cupcake sweetness while Mistress loomed over me in her heels, smirking like she’d won the lottery—the session just spiraled into this whirlwind of depravity in that creepy…
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**Caution** This story contains sequences of consensual non-consent play (CNC) I can’t believe I’m paying for this situation I find myself in, there I was, strung up like some forgotten victim in a horror flick, wrists cuffed high to those grimy pipes, ankles cuffed and locked, the duct tape sealing my glossy pink lips into…
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**Caution** This story contains sequences of consensual non-consent play (CNC) Oh god, I took forever in that vanity room, didn’t I? Shit! Staring at myself in the mirror, adjusting my makeup and the stupid outfit until everything was perfect, smudging the glossy pink lip stuff just a touch more because Mistress would notice if it…
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My heart’s hammering like a bass drop at a rave as I sit in that waiting room, butt-naked and buzzing with that mix of dread and dirty excitement that always hits before a session. The air’s thick with warmth, making my skin tingle, and I can’t stop fidgeting—crossing and uncrossing my legs, feeling the slickness…
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Oh god, my heart was pounding like a freaking drum solo in my chest as I stared at that email from Mistress Andrea. I’d just wrapped up shooting some super spicy stuff for my OnlyFans—me in nothing but a tiny black lace lingerie set, teasing the camera with a riding crop I’d “borrowed” from my…
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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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