I was being subjected to a bombardment of my subconscious. Hidden behind video 1 was a message about submission. In my d**g induce haze, I was open to... the suggestions it made. I was subconsciously being told to obey my Master, to want to please him at every moment, to feel humiliation, but be overcome with arousal at the need to do as he pleased.Hidden behind video 2 were messages made to condition me to want to be as Sissy. I reminded me of the position a sissy held in society, being neither. John thanked the security guards. He walked into the blessed coolness of the Infirmary. He inquired about Jamie and Sam. Without raising her head, the clerk pointed down the hall toward the examination rooms.John moved slowly down the corridor. He mopped perspiration from his brow with his well used moist handkerchief. Halfway down the hallway, John slowed. His heart jumped into his throat at the sight he beheld. Sam was flat on his back on an examination table. Jamie straddled him, her back to. And everything with his darling Jill had been "put off". The long walks, the long talks, the dating they had continued even after they had been married for some time. Even the sex had become less and less and he couldn't remember when he had been there for that even. Lately he just dragged himself home late and collapsed after a warmed over dinner. Day after day, week after week... "No damn wonder you dummy." he thought. He knew Jill needed to be loved in all of the many ways they had come to. Enjoying every minute of it!" Tom, I'm sorry. I... I don't know what came over me. Please, I'll do anything to make it up to you!" Oh, just like that! It's, I'm sorry Tom and all is supposed to be forgiven!" Please, Tom. I want to make things right between us again." You should have thought of that before... Ohhhhh!"He grabbed his shoulder. Miranda looked up to see the doctor briskly enter and check the wound."Get her out of here!" shouted Tom in agony, "I don't want to see her again!" Perhaps.