Malice, mesmerism and mending

From hate filled beginnings

by KonradKurze

Tags: #brainwash #dom:male #exhibitionism #pov:bottom #sub:female #urban_fantasy #awful_politics #Consensual #happy_ending #happy_slaves #political_changes

My name's Greer Pines. I never had much chance of avoiding racist rhetoric when I was kid. My young mind was clay moulded by a King Kleagal of the Ku Klux Klan, the piece of shit that I used to call my dad. He made sure I was never exposed to any show or book with a diverse cast, he made sure I never hung out with kids who weren't white and the version of history he tried hammering into me was...stomach churning to say the least.

On some level, I get why he did it. A man with his level of power in the Klan couldn't take any chances on making sure his little girl 'turned out right.' Gotta start early if you wanna make sure your kid's just as much of depressed, racist, anger prone stick in the mud as you. Can't let the Jews poison my mind while he wasn't looking. And yes, he said stuff like this. Almost all the kids I hung around were the children of KKK members, or at least the children of other white supremacists.

I didn't fully realize it at the time, but I was being set up to live my life in a mental and emotional prison. I was being set up for a life without happiness, without warmth. I was going to waste my time in this world feeling nothing hatred, paranoia and despair. My only joy was to be at the expense of others.  

I didn't even have much choice over who I decided to spend my life with. My dad was pushing me to start dating the son of one of his associates since I was 15, Lucas Blaire. The guy was an utter dumbass, and the one thing he hated more than minorities was not being able to distract himself from his own insecurities. He was violent, he was loud and he despised anyone remotely smarter than him. And this guy was supposed to be the father of my children. Heh. I might not be comfortable with the idea of being a mom yet, but I found someone who Lucas can't even hold a candle to in the 'good dad' department.

Everything came to a head when I was 20. The FBI had some agents in my dad's organization and got enough proof of both past crimes and plans to commit future ones to send him to prison. I didn't follow him in though. There wasn't any proof I had any part in his plans. So when I was offered the opportunity to begin therapy, I took it. I was done. I couldn't take it anymore. It was like an exit door just appeared out of thin air. And I wasn't going to let the opportunity go to waste.

That's where I met my savior, my master, and my fiancé.

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