The most surefire way through your mental barriers, a nice long whiff of amyl nitrate. That headrush is exactly the “in” I need. Your regular resistance relaxes, you hear nothing but my voice encouraging you to sniff and stroke, stroke and sniff, pulling back layer after layer until I reveal the deeply hidden truth. In this deeply fucked up state of i n t o xication, what usually is revolting to you makes your cock throb and drip uncontrollably. My powers of persuasion have you aching for cock, begging to be called “faggot,” desperate to perform like an obedient little whore for Me…