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Author’s note:  This story is adoringly dedicated to the witty, witching, wily, winsome, willful, worshipful, wonderful, and worthwhile LADY KRYSTAL MESMER.  It should not be read by any person(s) legally, ethically, morally, or religiously proscribed or prohibited from doing so.  Nor should it be read by any individual(s) fearful of or uncomfortable with the subject of hypnotic, and/or other forms of, mind control or the topic of female influence/domination/supremacy or both.

Amathea Chrysalis was a wonderful person.  Everyone who knew her was aware this was so.  There was only one major exception to this consensus.  The lone dissenting voice was her own.  She was lovingly raised in a religious home.  That, unfortunately, was her chief problem.  Her family was far too religious.  Her parents did not stress the existence and importance of God’s absolutely and eternally unmerited favor nearly so much as they should have.  The words which sadly and accurately characterized her upbringing were “legalistic” and “perfectionist.”  Her adoring parents meant well.  Tragically, as the adage states, “The road to Hell is paved with good intentions.”  In this case, Amathea’s hell was psychological in nature.  She held herself to unattainable standards of goodness (in the moral, ethical, and spiritual spheres) and performance (in academics, the workplace, and her interactions with others.)  Her inevitable failures to live up to these unreasonable expectations led to disappointment with herself, feelings of guilt (most of which was undeserved), and ultimately bouts of depression.  There was one other important side-effect to her family’s unintended infection of her psyche.  She believed she did not deserve to be treated well. Read more…