The cuffs of the leather blouse looked just right under the shiny leather jacket, so did the leather tie. The boots rode just under the knee of the genuine leather pants, and the hair, pulled into a high ponytail, matched the severe contouring perfectly. She’d deliberately spent a long time preparing this morning, because She knew that her prisoner had absolutely nothing to do, no other stimulation but the thought of Her. The brushes were all put away, and the lines angled perfectly.

Relaxing in her makeup chair she absentmindedly reached for the hinge. The flap through which some hapless sissy’s tongue had been servicing her through her unzipped leather pants closed, and she promptly zipped back up before the cuck could get a glimpse of her. “What’s your name again, bitch”

“Sissy Sally, Warden”. “Right, fuck off, officer’s outside to take you out to Yard Time. Watch yourself honey, my juices are a pretty hot commodity for all you chaste bitches and you are wearing those restraint mittens, so you won’t be able to wipe it off”

Sally knew better than to complain and dejectedly marched off.

“Wait a sec, turn around. How do I look?”, She asked in that playful but dangerous tone.

Sally turned, gazed as the Warden twirled and promptly screamed in pain as the electric chastity belt sensed a forming erection

“Awww, thanks sweety. Now run along and play, Yard time’s running out!” She said mockingly as she blew a kiss and turned back around. Her visit to her favorite toy could wait. She could entertain herself a bit more as that loser counted every second. Everything inside these walls was hers, and she basked in that fact. The orante and richly decorated living and working space She owned, the richly appointed recreation, lounging and pleasure rooms she provided for Her staff, and the hallway that suddenly turned into a disquieting institution for her prisoners after several security checks and an underground tunnel separating the Betters’ accommodations from the losers’ compound.

As she often would, she paused for a second, admiring the exquisite work of her Prison Industries program’s furnishings. How many hours of work had it taken for such quality goods to be made by such hapless losers?

Damn, how luxurious her surroundings were. Every Bull, friend, lover or partner she invited over had been seriously impressed by her private penthouse, her entire facility and especially loved seeing her prize prisoner’s jealous face. There were a ton of sissies in PI, which was efficient enough to her exacting standards, and then there was the long slow labor of that very “special” prisoner, tasked with making suitable gifts for each of Her lovers that particular loser was supremely jealous of. The Warden enjoyed making Revan take her time. The panties she wore right now had tonight’s date’s name meticulously stitched right where She hoped he’d go, by none other than that loser, and with very minimal equipment. She wondered how easy it would be for her to simply swipe out of here and leave the poor girl wondering, afraid, maybe even hoping, for days, weeks even. There were no clocks in Block 7, after all, and She had taken pains to ensure the bitch had no sense of time perception anymore. No windows, just a single harsh light on 24/7, with an intentional flaw that caused a random buzzing and whining noise to accompany the flicker. It was a sickly yellowish orange light, not a white one. She had learned through their “therapy” that color was associated with hopelessness in Revan’s mind after a nightmare. The only time that any other color entered this girl’s view was when She used Revan for outfit testing. But this was too good an opportunity to pass up, with her new invention made just for her “favorite” toy. It was one of her cruelest. Losers didn’t need to use their voices anymore to say whether any specific lingerie got their attention. As useful as a cuckold’s eye was for outfits,a vibrating pump and sensors over the…critical parts would register bloodflow, and when things began to get busy, a high voltage shock was sent through the wires. This had a double effect of letting Her know she’d found a killer combo for Her date and making sure the bitch’s system was all reset for the next pair. For someone in this device, an orgasm would fade into a distant memory for the rest of their life. After a few months the body would simply refuse to cum, conditioned that such a response would only lead to pain. The perfect mill for churning and selling domestic cuckolds to the wealthy clients that often visited Her facility. And for holding onto broken slaves that The Warden was…fond of.

The Warden could take her time, though. Her long fingernails traced the intercom, and she called for the Restraint Team. She fingered the remote in her bra, the one that could change the light to bright white, soft red, or any color she chose. It had taken many beggings post-tease “not the yellow again”, and that was only after poor Revan realized that the light hadn’t been sabotaged after all, just intentionally distressful. It was those special things the Warden loved. Harsh light makes anyone uncomfortable, but when something is designed to distress someone in particular, to target a personal weakness, it was often erotic enough for her to need to call a Bull over that hour.

There had been many smiles and silence from those immaculately painted black lips, until Revan learned to shut up about it and accept almost every minute under that sickly hue. Suffering it for the Lady she worshiped.

It was merciful after all, to be allowed at least 30 minutes in normal light, not to mention a glimpse at what Her lovers in the outside world got to enjoy, and She wasn’t about to model designer lingerie in that sickly hue, even for such a loser.

She had to give this bitch credit. Most would hate her. Most would fear her and most would simply crack and give up hope. For some reason, Revan found something to hold onto. She still admired her. Liked her. Cared about her. Revan was silent and dignified for all the other guards in her employ, no matter how degrading or painful their actions. For The Warden, she was emotional. She cried, her face lit up at the bones She threw, and begging and pleading were not uncommon .

Revan wanted Her to see. But now Revan was going to find that the more of Her she saw, well…chastity would seem like paradise after today.

It gave her quite the rush as she spoke, “I’d like my favorite strapped down to the DreamLover Table, please”.

“Right away, ma’am” came the reply.

Still admiring herself in the mirror, she switched on the television and turned to the security footage. She loved these moments. Little did Revan know that the only person who threw that bitch bones, who gave her treats, who took pity occasionally, secretly watched as the loser was manhandled, flailing and fighting the guards who, on Her orders, strapped her down to the gurney and hooked her up.

The orange bra and panties were ripped off, the pump secured, the leather restraints secured to the gurney rails, electrodes attached, and the completely exposed and cold body was quaking.

Madame made a point of walking slowly down that cell block. Speakers in every other empty cell implied that others were watching TV, listening to the radio, or simply reading. But this bitch, on this floor, was completely alone. It helped, though, if she thought she was singularly deprived of any stimulus but those times that the woman she fawned over deigned to visit, and that sickly, orange-yellow light set that way specifically for her torment.

Madame’s philosophy was a sound one. If a loser learns that no matter how good they behave, no matter how firmly they adhere to expectations, they simply don’t measure up, no matter what, then they become much more malleable and compliant.

She arrived just as the Ladies were finishing securing the straps. She walked in slowly, absentmindedly applying a layer of black lipstick, making use of the stainless steel pane bolted to the cell wall above the sink and toilet combo. “Pfft. At least the sissies get decent bathrooms and mirrors”

She noticed, as always, Revan’s eyes darted to her as she did so. “What is it with this bitch? It’s like she can't resist seeing me date prep” She thought to herself.

She took a deep breath and approached the side of the gurney. Looking down at that desperate face, she drank in helplessness with a slightly tilted head and smile for a few seconds, before finally speaking.

“Do you know why you’re here, Revan?”

“Yes Warden, we both do.”

“I want you to tell me. You need to remind yourself.” came the soft but firm response.

She took a long gloved finger and stroked my cheek as her voice lowered.

“Tell me why you’re here, my pathetic little desperate prisoner.”

“Because I have a crush on you. Because I want you. Because I like you. I am a loser but I endure it with dignity because I belong to you.”

She whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine.

“That’s right. You’re here to be shaped into whatever image I choose. Because you want me. Not to possess, but for me to possess you. It’s a gift I’m honestly impressed by. I don’t doubt that many admire me, but to be pathetic enough to come here of their own volition? Do you remember showing up here begging me for a cell, just so you could worship me?”

“Yes Warden”

“That’s why I had the harshest sparsest one made just for you. That’s why all these inventions are here. Tested on you.”

“And I find it so erotic that you’re here, shocked, gagged and bound, while I’m sitting down with someone new each night, someone who gets every. Single. Thing. You have been dreaming of. How does that feel? Is it fair you endure so much for me and receive so little?”

“No, Madame, but offering myself completely is the greatest gift I can give”

“Do you still like me Revan, after all our fun sessions together? Do you still desire me? Still dream of me? Want me?”

“Yes Warden”, I said, beginning to choke up in tears.

“Do you ever believe I’d take you to dinner? Now, at this point?”

“No Warden but I still want you, You are beautiful, You are divine, and I’m helpless to do anything but admire and hope that one day it’ll happen. I’ve never been able to lose my hope”

“Maybe I can help with that. Did you notice anything different about the straps today, loser?”

“I…I..”

“Speak up, bimbo. I’ll make it simple, don’t think too hard, it’ll hurt. Do you know where we got these restraints, Revan?”

“No Warden, I do not.”

“Very well spoken answer. Fitting to your status.

But as a matter of fact, I’m surprised. They should be very familiar to you. The…fine establishments that held you in the past were more than happy to sell us the specific ones that…I’d think would be very familiar. They were judged to be too painful and unethical for patients some time ago, but I don’t think we need to worry about that here, do we?”

She smiled, tilting her head expectantly and knowingly as the implications hit that poor hapless loser.

“Do we, my sweet little bitch?”

“I wish you would sometimes, Warden”

The Warden said nothing, only tilting her head and smiling. She moved over to the desk with the computer and clicked a mouse button. Immediately a female voice emanated from the speakers.

“Manual shock selected. Intensity level 10. Delivering shock in 5, 4, 3, 2

–”Aaaah”

“Now what was that? I couldn’t quite catch it. Are you thanking your Warden for taking such great attention to detail to get you these very special restraints back? Don’t I work so hard to hurt you?”

“Yes Warden”

I replied resignedly, but with a note of desperation, openness and…relief. I hated those memories. But if anyone were to apply those baleful restraints on me again, I would pray it would be the epitome of power and beauty standing over me.

“Good. Now there are a few things I need to know, because I have some time tonight planned for people who are…much more equipped to deal with me, and the world, than someone such as yourself. Would you like to make sure Warden has a good time when She leaves?”

“Look at what I made sure to wear for you, you pathetic little excuse. This is my finest leather suit. I know you like it. But it’s covering me from head to toe. Don’t you think those who are so much higher up in the pecking order deserve to see more of me? Deserve the best lingerie? If you’ve forgotten, lingerie are things people wear for others they are sexually attracted to. Do you remember anything about sex? No wait, don’t answer. I don’t really want to think about losers and sex in the same sentence”

She only stopped laughing to hold up the ruined, cheap, rough pair of underwear all her prisoners wore.

“I’m wearing silk under this suit. There’s a reason for that. Because of my body, my mind, and my station in life. Comfort, beauty and style. We make sure people like you are in the kind of shapewear that clings to you and constricts you. As uncomfortable as a corset but with none of the sex appeal. Because we want you to be reminded constantly, on work detail, in your cell, and everywhere else within my walls, that nice things don’t exist for losers. And here I am, taking off this expensive leather tie and blouse, showing you the nice things people get to wear all the time outside these walls.

You think you have to be a Warden? No, you just don’t have to be a desperate loser who can’t fit in anywhere. People pay good money to keep most of my prisoners here. “

“But not you. You simply…fell so hard for me you fell into my prison”.

Slowly She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a shiny, silver silk bra with black lace trimming, a high waisted garter of the same make and black, lace topped stockings under the leather pants.

“I have the keys to leave this facility. I’m going to leave after this.

I’m going to meet my date. You’re going to be locked in this room. Even if you had the keys you wouldn’t make it far at all.”

She held up the orange bra and showed me the back. “$50,000 FOR RETURN TO SISSY/CUCK REFORMATORY”.

“It’s a well made bra. Built to last. Not to be comfortable though, not like this one”. She placed her gloved hands on the silky and lacy cups as she walked back and forth around the cell, pausing suddenly. “Not like the soft, silky feeling my date will enjoy”

“He’s going to be able to take this off”

She said softly as she turned around, grazing the bra hook with two fingers.

“He’s going to touch this”

She whispered as she placed her hands on the silky fabric covering her backside.

She slowly turned around, placing her hands on the front of her panties. “And he’s going to be touching this.”

She turned sideways, letting me take her in in all Her glory.

“And I’m going to be using this”

She held up a cell phone with what looked like the surveillance feed to my cell. Under it was an array of different colored buttons.

She pressed one and another shock permeated my appendage and my whole lower back.

“Every time he makes me orgasm, you’ll know, because the tube will vibrate when we begin, vibrate faster-”

She pressed another button and I moaned

“Yes..Warden…please”...

“Faster”

I moaned even louder and barely noticed her gloved fingers reaching under her garter

“Faster, until—”

“AHHHHHH”

I screamed as my entire body convulsed with pain, and her sadistic laugh echoed through the cell.

“But of course, where we feel orgasm you feel…”

The shock hit even harder than before “AHHHH FUCK”

“Fuck who, Revan? Who should I fuck?”

“Please..Madame..please..I wish..me …but please…him..please fuck your lover..instead of..”

She tilted her head, waiting.

“Instead of..me…if you won’t..if I’m not worthy…please fuck him”

“Oh, believe me, you’re far from worthy. And I certainly will be. And I think some of my employees might find some pleasure tonight too.”

She snapped her fingers and two new officers arrived by her side.

She nodded to each of them.

“I’m putting this one through some jealousy training. Don’t touch the bottom parts but feel free to use the mouth all you want tonight, girls. And if this bitch gives you any trouble at all-

-She looked at me warningly-

“I would hope my most model prisoner who’s hopelessly attracted to me would not dare to think about another Dominant in any way besides your general loser-esque need to please Superiors”

All three began laughing and clutching their sides until She resumed, noticing I hadn’t taken my eyes off the silk. “Well, since Revan seems to love lingerie so much, I’m sure she’d be thrilled with the added duty of hand washing all our laundry after our dates, and hanging them up in the Yard for her Rec time. What is it now, just 45 minutes after that little…incident? Hmm looks like your recreation will be full of work from now on, bitch.”

One of the ladies piped up “wearing gloves of course, we wouldn’t want a loser touching anything that came close to our bodies”

“You know, it’s getting pretty hot outside, Miss, I don’t know if…

“If what?” said the Warden? “IF some loser were sweating all over my freshly washed silk, I’m sure she would love for me to bring my Bull in again to deal with her.” That shut me up right away. Punishment at the hands of Madame’s lover was not an experience I wished to repeat, not least because the intimacy I felt in our sessions was vastly diminished as her arms circled around him while I was kicked.

Turning to the guards, she said “ Issue her some long elbow length rubber gloves for this. And I think a full set of spanx, cami, and orange rubber catsuit. No chance of sweating on our stuff there, although I’m sure the bitch will be soaked…not in the fun way”

“Hahahaha Yeah we can get the parasols out and have her serve us some fresh lemonade as we watch her work”

“As for you, bitch, Rec’s docked for 4 months for that mouth.”

“And ladies, if she gets excited…” said Madame-

She let the side of her panties graze my thigh and the shock came quite quickly afterward. “Don’t worry about loser lust, there are consequences for such things.”

“And what do we say about ogling Superior’s attire at this Facility?” the Warden asked me sternly.

“That Betters’ aesthetics are their own to enjoy. Any selfish ogling is unbecoming and offensive”, I repeated.

“Damn right, who’d wear anything sexy for YOU?”

They all laughed and left as I burst into tears. The lock clicked.

[Description of what catharsis looks like. I cried while writing this bit]

“MADAME!!! RED!” I screamed.

The door opened and she walked back in, looking at me.

I burst into tears, and begged her, “Please Madame can I have just one real moment, one?”. In between sobs she smiled, and looked in my eyes, and whispered, gently this time, “You need it, and I’m here. I’m always here. This is how people who suffer as you have heal. It’s not your fault you need this. There is nothing wrong with needing this. You are beautiful. What you give me is beautiful. I haven’t seen such admiration and dedication without reciprocation, ever. I admire your resolve. That doesn’t mean it’ll save you. This is RACK, darling, and you can Red but we both know it won’t change anything after this talk”

Her tone changed, still comforting but serious. “Revan I need you to listen to me and remember this. Hold onto this. This is going to happen. It will keep happening. You can’t stop that. It will get worse for you every day. I need you to hold onto this moment because it will get so much harder. I care for you too. Do you understand?”

“Yes Warden thank You Warden”

“My darling, my Revan, hold onto this in your mind”, she said as she kissed my lips softly.

I’m going to see my lover now. I hope you make me proud with my new staff.”

The door closed and the lock clicked again as Madame pulled her pants back up, buttoned her blouse and leather jacket and walked off. Suddenly the speakers blared

“Manual shock selected. Delivering shock in 5..4..3..”

The light buzzed again, and I whispered up to it

“Thank you Madame. You are truly Divine.”

I didn’t even scream that time.

Then suddenly the speakers crackled again. Her voice came through

“Good girl. I’m proud of you”

And I fell asleep with a smile, despite the electrics and the pump leaving me shaken.