It’s become a kind of running joke. But with a serious underlying intent. Daddy will ask me questions out of the blue and I’m to answer, “Because I’m a sissy, Daddy,” in the femmiest, faggiest, lispiest voice I can. If I don’t answer loudly and clearly and “sissy” enough, I’ll earn a spanking, to be administered later in the evening. At first the questions are fairly straightforward and obvious. Obvious enough to indicate that we're about to play our little "game."For instance, it will begin,  “Why are your toenails polished?” “Why are you wearing that short skirt?” “Why do you have that slave collar around your neck?”

To each question, I answer: “Because I’m a sissy, Daddy.”

Inevitably, the questions start getting sillier and sillier until I basically sound like a child answering each of them the same way.

“Because I’m a sissy, Daddy.”

As Daddy explains, when you’re a sissy, it’s the universal answer to every question.

Yesterday, it started in the coffee shop. Daddy started asking me various questions in a normal, sensible tone of voice. As usual, the questions started off fairly sensible, if embarrassing, especially to be asked them in public, on the off-chance that anyone overheard. “Why are you wearing such girly pink sandals?” “Why do you break up your cookie into such tiny pieces?” “Why do you have lipstick on?”

Of course, my answers became more and more absurd as the questioning continued. Soon my answers were such illogical non-sequiturs, so ridiculous, they violated rationality altogether and even what seemed to me the terms of the “game.” But that's the very point of the game. It's really a form of humiliation, a way to force me to abandon all pretense of adult rationality, all personal dignity, all independent thought so that I'm reduced to the equivalent of childish babble and able to answer a question like “Why did that woman order the lemon poundcake” by answering “Because I’m a sissy, Daddy.”

I found myself reduced to laughter, laughing so hard that I was almost in tears. I could barely get the words out as Daddy relentlessly continued his teasing. As is all teasing, Daddy’s questioning is a form of sadism, but it is also a kind of brainwashing, all the more subtle for being so brutally obvious. As I’m reduced to helpless laughter, required to repeat a phrase that is illogical in context, I am subconsciously becoming reprogrammed to think of everything in my life being the consequence of my being a sissy. I'm being reprogrammed not to think, not to take myself seriously, and not to expect anyone else to either. And even though I’m aware of this reprogramming, I can do nothing to keep it from happening; in great part, because I don’t want to keep it from happening. I'm tired of thinking. I want to be a mindless bimbo sissyslut.

"Why is the sky blue?  "Why is the grass green?" "Why is that man selling cherries by the roadside?" "Why do we have to stop at red lights?" This went on the whole drive home and even after we got home and all the way through dinner, too! 

"Why did I have a vegetarian chicken patty and not a pork chop like Daddy?”

“Why do I have only half a slice of swiss cheese?”

“Why do I use a cup decorated with a Hello Kitty?”

“Why is it 5.30 pm?”

“Why did the people next door just pull into their driveway?”

"Why did the chicken cross the road?"

"Because I'm a sissy Daddy."

It's the universal answer.