I don't like to exercise, yet my master insists I do that for my health. I get angry and emotional and stomp my feet and throw tantrums. Fairness and rights are a big deal with me. It's taken me a long time to learn that I have no rights as a slave. I'm still learning.
Resistance is particularly ugly.
I fight him with all my might. In the end, though, we talk and we talk about why I'm resisting. We talk about the struggles that are involved. I get this perverse delight in giving up my power completely and knowing that I am absolutely controlled by someone else. I mean perverse in a good sense.