Terminal 3

[F/f] [F/fff] [domestic discipline] [spanking] [cornertime] [humiliation] [lezdom]

Continued from: You asked to see us, Ma'am?

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 spanking or the thrill of intimacy. 

My side gig on Brandy After Dark keeps me connected to you all, teasing with glimpses of my curves in those lacy panties, bending just so to let the camera linger on my bum while I whisper about my latest gaming escapade or kink confession. It’s empowering, that online flirtation, but nothing compares to the real-life structure under Mistress Andrea’s watchful eye, alongside my best friend Jessika. 

Several days have passed since that memorable “chat” in the living room, and I’ve come to understand it wasn’t about our newfound intimacy at all—that tender exploration between Jessika and me, our bodies entwined in secret after curfew. No, Mistress wasn’t displeased with us for having sex with each other; that’s never been a rule here at the Facility, where desires are explored freely within the bounds of consent. It was the sneaking around, slipping from our rooms after 10 p.m., that broke the curfew and earned us those sore bottoms. The punishment was swift and maternal, a reminder of accountability rather than a condemnation of our affection. The sting lingered for days, a warm throb that pulsed with every sit, every shift, a physical echo of the emotional lesson—humiliating yet grounding, leaving me with that familiar mix of shame and subtle arousal, my body betraying me with dampness between my thighs long after the tears dried.

But now, several days later, that episode feels like a distant memory as Jessika and I sit in the arrivals terminal at Pearson, the hum of travelers buzzing around us like a distant soundtrack to our anxious anticipation. People-watching helps pass the time— a family rushing with luggage, a businessman typing furiously on his phone—but my focus is inward, butterflies fluttering wildly in my tummy, a nervous excitement that makes my palms sweaty and my heart race. I have an arm full of vibrant flowers—in soft pinks and whites, tied with a ribbon—chosen specially for Willow, my not-so-secret anymore (thanks to Jessika), girl crush from the UK. 

Our online relationship has blossomed into something intimate over the past while, those late-night video calls turning from friendly gaming chats to something far more heated. We’ve had online sex before—masturbating together over the live feed, our breaths syncing through the screen. I remember dressing up in scandalous lingerie for her—a sheer black teddy that hugged my curves, strappy heels that made my legs look endless—performing slowly, teasingly, my hands running over my bum in those lacy panties she loves, bending to give her the views that drive her wild. 

Her moans through the speakers, her fingers working her own pussy as she watched, building to that shared climax where we’d cum together, gasping each other’s names. The physical sensations—my clit throbbing under my fingers, wetness slicking my thighs, toes curling in those heels as waves of pleasure crashed over me—left me spent and yearning for more, that digital intimacy a tease for the real thing. And now, she’s almost here—landing soon, stepping into our world for a week at the Facility. The butterflies are intense, a fluttery ache in my core that’s equal parts nerves and arousal, my plain white panties (Mistress’s choice today) already feeling a touch damp from the anticipation.

Jessika, being her goofy brat self, is teasing me nonstop—perched beside me in her poorly executed outfit, leaning in with this ridiculous British accent that’s all posh and over-the-top. “Oh, dahling Brandy, when Willow arrives, shall you give her a proper snog? 

Or perhaps a cheeky pat to her fanny, right there in the terminal?” She giggles, batting her lashes dramatically, her ginger locks falling over one eye as she pokes my arm. “Come on, admit it—you’ve got the biggest girl crush. She’s gonna melt when she sees those flowers… and your After Dark bum!”

"Jess, you know that's not what fanny means over there, right?" 

I blush hard, swatting her arm playfully, but inside? Omg, the teasing just amps up the butterflies, that mix of embarrassment and excitement making my nipples harden under my tee. “Shut up, Jess— you’re such a brat!” But hehe, she’s right—I’m crushing hard, and the thought of Willow here, in person, has me all tingly. What will that first hug feel like? That first real kiss? Ugh, can’t wait...

The arrivals board lit up—her flight from London had landed. My pulse quickened, a warm flush spreading through me as we stood, flowers in hand, scanning the crowd. Then there she was—Willow, all adorable with her suitcase in tow, her British charm shining through in that cute outfit: a designer P-coat and scarf, her hair in loose waves, that accent hitting us as she waved. “Brandy! Jessika!” she called, and I rushed forward, the flowers thrust into her arms as we hugged—her body soft against mine, that scent of her perfume mixing with the travel air, her arms tight around me like we’d known each other forever. The embrace lingered, a spark igniting where our curves pressed, my heart racing with that intimate pull we’d built online.

Jessika joined in, group hug turning into giggles, but as we pulled back, Willow’s eyes locked on mine, a shy smile playing on her lips. “These flowers are beautiful,” she said, her accent making everything sound so formal. 

Jessika couldn't help herself and had to take the piss. "Alright you two," she blurted with a vulgar giggle. "I won't look if you want to tongue wrestle. Go on, get it out of your system!"

Willow's eyes met mine, her British accent soft and inviting as she commented on my height, while standing on her little tiptoes. The world faded—the announcements, the crowds—leaving only the warmth of her body drawing near. Our lips met for the first time, a gentle brush that deepened into something electric, her mouth soft and yielding against mine, tasting faintly of mint from her gum.

We chatted excitedly on the way to the car—about her flight, our podcast eps she’d binged—but under it all, that crush energy hummed, my tummy still fluttering, arousal tingling faintly between my legs from the closeness. Hehe, the week ahead? Paddle-sister fun, spankings, and maybe more intimate explorations. 

Stay tuned, you guys—it’s gonna be epic! 

Sincerely, 

Brandy

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