I met my soon to be lover and master during my first therapy appointment. Given that I had no part in my fathers criminal activity, the police and DA got me in touch with a mental health center that'd helped a lot of abuse victims over the past few years. And I don't just mean they were put through a few therapy sessions, signed a few forms and left to their own devices. No, they were put in the care of people who know what the fuck they're doing.

People like my master, for instance. His name's Andrew Silverman, and yes, he's Jewish. That little fact made what happened later all the more...spicy. He's three years older than me and had a great deal of experience helping people who escaped socially toxic environments before we met. 

Therapy was just one part of the plan to recover from my...less than kind upbringing. I might have been groomed from childhood to be the 'good Aryan wife' but I still brought home good grades. Good enough, in fact, to get into the local university and start going after an accounting degree. Putting myself in situations where I would be around diverse populations was supposed to build on the other means of breaking me out of my old way of thinking. My dad went to some pretty great lengths to make sure I didn't end up interacting with non-WASPs. Being able to have casual relationships with people outside that group was going to be a good enough starting point in regards to fixing the damage but actually making friends with them would've been a pretty big jump in the right direction. I didn't have to follow any schedule in regards to when I was supposed to be enlarging my friend group. Master knew you can't put a deadline on something like that.

I was going to heal myself by finding true happiness in life. I'd never be able to shake myself free of the memories of my upbringing, but I could grow into someone better than my dad. I could be proud, hopeful and content.

In the beginning, the sessions were mostly talk therapy. As painful as the memories we discussed were, being able to talk about them without being judged was amazing. 

Andrew first hypnotized me during our fifth session together. I was dealing with nightmares about some of my dad's associates finding me and hurting me for 'abandoning' him. When I told him about these nightmares, he assured me that while they could be frightening, they weren't entirely surprising. People who escape a toxic home environment sometimes feel like the people they've disowned are reaching out to get them, even if said toxic people are miles and miles away and they have no way of contacting the victim. During that session, I replayed the nightmare whilst entranced. I didn't feel scared though, I just gave Andrew a play by play so he could analyze any details that seemed worth discussing. 

I didn't have a nightmare when I went to sleep that evening. Not at all. I was standing in a boardroom facing a table being sat around by men and women wearing brown cloaks with hoods covering their faces. I was wearing a leather bra, leather thong, open toed sandals and nothing else. One of these figures stood next to me and addressed the others, saying 'as you can see, our subject's indoctrination is complete. Any sense of loyalty to her race has been utterly erased.' He gestured for me to come forward and I felt so happy as I addressed the group.

"I, Greer Pines, do devote myself to your cause with all of my being. My mind is an empty vessel to be filled with your wisdom."

When I woke up that morning, well, let's just say I had a good amount of laundry to do.