When I was younger and more foolhardy, on a medium to large dose of LSD, I went in the bathroom and put on this sleepymaid gif, you know the one.
hypnohub.net/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=42135The thing about psychedelics is that a screen is a sort of trap or portal that you can fall into (mirrors or doors can be this way too, incredibly distracting.) Normally I'm very scatterbrained and easily distracted, but in this case, it was like my whole being was entirely focused on my visual experience: instead of thinking, I just looked, having already decided to go along with it. I fell into the screen; the purple spiral appeared to be spinning.
Then the gif told me to speak, and my visual experience was accompanied by one single thought: Obey. Obey. Obey.
I was horny as hell, but at the same time, my horniness didn't matter; I didn't touch my dick, because the thing didn't tell me to. The gif looped and I must have been in it for 20 or 30 minutes, but that didn't matter, time didn't matter, just watch and Obey, Obey, Obey. Aside from sense experience, my entire consciousness and identity were completely eclipsed by the repeating concept "Obey", it was seriously like an eclipse in the sense that my consciousness, normally always present, was entirely blotted out and replaced with something else. Obey. Obey. Obey.
Eventually I realized that I was having an orgasm and stumbled to the shower, still chanting "Obey" as I had an explosive hands free orgasm that felt like it was a minute long, then I started stroking and came again immediately. I kept chanting "Obey" for like two minutes after that, and when I stopped, it repeated in my thoughts.
I wasn't cumming to anything particularly sexual, but to my complete unconditional submission, the replacement of my entire identity with a being that Obeys and only Obeys. And even when I was cumming, Obey was much more important than the orgasm.
Afterwards I found a lot of cum on the bathroom floor where I had been chanting "Obey", like, as much as a regular cumshot, though I don't remember any orgasm before I went into the shower.
Later, on another trip, I tried it again, but this time the gif was too effective and the "Sleep" command actually put my brain to sleep and I found myself "teleporting" around in various states of undress. This was alarming, and felt dangerous, so I stopped. Goes to show, you don't get back where you were just by retracing your steps.
Still, the first time was one of the strongest mystical experiences of my entire life, and it was all around a fetish. That's the closest I've ever been to the Bhuddist ideal of devoutly acquiescent acceptance of what is, no matter what. Which is really funny to me, because, again, silly sleepymaid fetish gif on a porno site.