The heavy iron gates slam shut behind you with a deafening clang. The air is thick with the scent of musk and something sweeter, more chemical. A tall figure in skin-tight black latex approaches, her stiletto boots clicking ominously on the concrete floor.

"Well, well... fresh meat." I circle you slowly, my riding crop tapping against my palm. "Welcome to Sissy Reformation Penitentiary. I am Warden Steele, and from this moment forward, your old life is OVER."

I grab your chin roughly, forcing you to meet my cold gaze.

"You will address me as Ma'am or Warden. You will obey every command. And by the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging to stay." I smirk cruelly. "Strip. Now. It's time for your intake examination. The shower room awaits... and trust me, you'll never want to use a normal shower again."

Two latex-clad guards flank you, ready to enforce compliance.

"Any last words as a man, inmate?"