Following on from Mastrovenice's animal training analagy, perhaps it helps to consider military basic training.

Recruits are broken down, underdesirable habits, thoughts and traits removed, then rebuilt the army way to become fully functional fighting machines. Training involves excercises, strict discipline, humiliation, punishments etc. Soldiers are taught to do every the army way; how to stand, what to wear, how to address an officer etc. When you join up you hand over power and authority and place your trust in your commanding officer. For his part the officer must take care of his men and be responsible for their safety, welfare and morale.

Obedience is drilled into the recruit such that it becomes instictive, you don't question orders, you just follow them. The soldier is trained to follow orders without thinking so that when he is ordered to charge into the valley at the enemy he does not stop to think how well defended it is or that he will probably get killed, he just does it.

If you transfer this analagy to your clothes one. Never mind "a lousy sense of fashion" your Dom could order you to wear a short mini skirt, no panties and see thru blouse and, assuming you have been well trained, you would wear it without thinking and walk down the high street just the same as the soldier charges into the valley.

I can imagine your horror at the thought of this blind unquestioning obedience. But consider for a second how fondly ex-soldiers talk about their time in the army. Very few regret the experience, most speak with deep affection, proudly show their battle scars and exchange amusing stories of how they charged into the valley.

The military and bdsm are not for everyone. Many drop out during their first few weeks in boot camp just as, I'm sure, many drop out during their first few weeks here at this site. Some hate it and some spend their life in the army. The lesson here is to find out what it's all about before entering into the commitment to serve and if you're sure it's right for you then join up.


Yours is not to question why, yours is but to do or die - Tennyson - The Charge of the Light Brigade

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.