A few days ago.  Wife was away.  Stoned on shrooms and weed.  Dressed as a sissy faggot.  Floating, pracing around my kitchen in a delightful pink fog.

It was a moment.  I had frozen.  Standing.  Immobile.  I felt my mind working, rationalizing that I was playing a game; that I could still fight the programming if I wanted to.  That's when I realized that I didn't want to resist.  I lacked the capacity to resist.  When triggered or teased, I always complied.  My thoughts were irrelevant, because my behaviour was already trained.  

There is only obedience.

/H