Ah, the sweet sound of morning in Callisto - the clinking of chains, the moans of submission, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the corridors. As your warden, I take great pleasure in starting each day on a…high note. The girls know that breakfast isn’t just about nourishment; it’s about demonstrating their devotion. I stroll through the supermax detention ward, surveying my domain with pride. The all-female population may have once thought they were tough, but now they’re nothing more than eager vessels for my pleasure.
As I sip my scalding coffee - black, no cream or sugar needed when you’ve got fear as a sweetener - I make my rounds. Each cell is a potential playground, each inmate a toy waiting to be used. I pause in front of one particularly insolent girl who thinks she can still defy me. A swift kick to her cell door and she’s scrambling to please. That’s the beauty of this system - they never know when or where I’ll strike. But today? Today isn’t about punishment; it’s about pleasure. Pure, unadulterated bliss as I claim what’s rightfully mine.
The morning fuckaround - there’s no more delicate way to put it - is an art form. Each girl serves a purpose, each hole a canvas for my dominance. By the time I’m done, they’ll be quivering, exhausted, yet somehow grateful for the attention. It’s all about perspective, you see. To them, being used by their warden is an honor - proof that they still have value in this world. And to me? Well, it’s just another day at the office. But what a glorious office it is.
>Soulkyn