I’ve mentioned my brainwashing cage in one or two entries, but I’ve never shown a photo of it before. Here’s a pic of it from the outside, but keep in mind it’s MUCH more intense when you’re on the inside and you get the whole “confinement” feeling and you feel the darkness and all the lights hitting you. Wow. I’ve been in there many times now and I love it. I’m curious how many people could actually stomach something like this. It’s very extreme and not for the weak.
Love
Isabella
xoxoxoox
Wow you all are so very sweet! I just checked the comments from the previous thread (the one with all the photos) and I am blown away by how nice and kind everyone was with what they said. Slave maurice was too and you all made him blush.
Anyway I dropped him off at the airport this morning and I miss him so much already. I feel like the two of us were meant to be together a long, long time ago. He told me that the next time he visits, it will be to move in with me. We both agree that saying goodbye is just way too damn difficult and plus it just feels like home when the two of us are together. We talked about a ballpark time figure for a move-in date and we estimate it might be around July 15th-ish which is approximately a week after I arrive back from California. That will give me time to get settled after my vacation (plus I need alone time for at least a month to prepare for my NLP exam in June/July and right now I need to finish these recordings with Alexandra) and give him some time to prepare for the move and other things.
One of the things I mentioned in a recent journal entry was that I had strong feelings for him but had trouble verbalizing it. I found a way around that (somewhat). The two of us were lying in bed this weekend sort of having sexy pillow talk and he was telling me that he loved me and I wasn’t saying it back because I was afraid of the word. But I definitely DID love him, but I would clam up when the words tried to come out of my mouth. I tried so hard to tell him but I couldn’t. So finally, I decided to try something. I told him to close his eyes, which he did. And I told him to relax and listen to my voice. He obeyed. I proceeded to hypnotize him. After all, he loves to be hypnotized just as much as I love hypnotizing him. While putting him into a trance, I snuggled really close to him while whispering into his ear, telling him how special I thought he was and how much I cared for him. I finally said, “I love you.” (He was soooooo deep in a trance, there was no reaction at all.) I told him all the things I always wanted to say. I even told him I had been feeling this way for quite some time now and wasn’t sure how to tell him because the words are so serious to me. Then I told him that every time I give him a soft, warm, dry kiss on the mouth, he will automatically feel me saying all these words to him automatically - without me ever having to say a word to him. So even if I just give him a kiss, he’ll FEEL the love and feel shivers all over his body. Then, I planted an amnesia trigger, told him he’d forget the suggestion and forget everything I said and then I awoke him out of his trance. When he awoke, I gave him …. a loooong….. dry…. warm…. kiss on the mouth. Both of us started shaking. I burst into tears. He said he loved me too and embraced me in what felt like days. How embarrassing for me to cry after kissing him like that, but it was a powerful kiss and we were both shaking long after it was over. After all, it had a post-hypnotic suggestion associated with it. I blamed it on lack of sleep and deep down he knew I was lying, so he just smiled and hugged me and said, “Of course, Goddess. I’m just a slave. I know you would never cry for me. Of course, it must be lack of sleep,” cause he knew he had touched a sensitive emotion. And then we spent the next few hours kissing and after each kiss, he would say, “I love you too, Goddess,” and I would kiss him again.
For the next few days, I didn’t have to say the “L” word. I simply would kiss him. He would shake. He would feel such love through my lips. I can’t even explain it. The way he described it to me, was like… “I can feel you speaking so many things to me without you saying a word.” And even when I would simply look him into his eyes or grab his collar around his neck really hard, he would immediately get an erection. This, of course, only made me tease him relentlessly. He wanted me so bad and I just egged him on. We did other things too, besides kissing of course. But I had to mention that because - to me, the kissing was an emotional big step for me. I mean, I had kissed him before. But it was the verbal love association for me that made it more special. It was knowing that he finally knew how I felt. That was the most important thing. It meant so much. Wow.
One of my bondage furniture pieces came in - a spanking dummy horse. Here is a photo of it in my living room:
This came in quite handy when I tied his wrists to the front and his ankles to the back and spanked him with several devices. Wow. I looooove hearing him cry out in pain. Part of the time, I had a ball gag in his mouth (it had holes in the gag part for easier breathing) but it kept making him drool on the hardwood floor so I took it out. I’m actually curious how other people use these gags and actually swallow their saliva without drooling on the floor. I mean, there was so much freaking spit on the floor. We had to get a mop. Anyway, when the time came to give him a caning, I gave him an option. I told him he was only required to get hit twice with the cane, since it is the hardest and most painful whipping device. If he could handle 5 strokes, that would be better. If he could handle 10 strokes of the cane, he would please his Goddess and earn one piece of chocolate. When I said the word ten, his eyes lit up. He had never taken more than two strokes before. The pain would be overwhelming and he knew it. (As far as the chocolate went, it was a reward system I set in place during our 5-day stay together. For his good behavior whenever he went beyond the call of duty, I would give him opportunities to earn one piece of homemade hand-painted liquer chocolate which are to die for.) Anyway after 2 strokes, I asked him if he was ready for 3 and he said yes. After 4, yes.
After the 5th stroke of the cane on his ass, he had this look on his face like he was in excruciating pain and I immediately got aroused by it and must have made a moaning sound. I was unaware of the sounds I was making, but later he confessed he was only able to bear more because he knew I was getting aroused by his pain. The 6th stroke, I intentionally hit him as hard as I could. He yelled. I rubbed his ass and told him how wet he was making me (which he was! I could feel my own cum dripping down my legs). I asked him if he was ready for a 7th and he said yes. I hit him harder. Again, a loud cry. This only increased my arousal. I could see welts already growing. He had never felt any such pain in his life. Not like this. I asked of he could handle an 8th stroke. Could he handle it? He said yes. Again, I reached all the way back in the air and struck his ass in a different spot as hard as I could. His body lurched forward just a little and he cried out loudly and I rubbed his ass until I heard his cries get softer and softer.
I told him how proud I was that he was doing this for me and that I had never met anyone as devoted as he was. I asked him if he was willing to do a 9th. He immediately said yes. Again I struck him. He cried out in pain even louder than before and I moaned in pleasure almost immediately. Just hearing his pain made me so aroused and so excited. I just can’t explain it. Knowing he was willing to endure this unbearable cane for me simply made our bond that much stronger. I asked him if he was willing to take the 10th and final stroke. He said yes. I swung back and struck once more in loving but fierce precision, making sure not to hit the same spot twice. He gasped and yelled and I rubbed his ass and leaned over his body from behind while he was whimpering and for the first time (while he was not hypnotized) I said to him, “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.” and I kept saying it and saying it and saying it. Then I unhooked his ankle and wrist cuffs and told him to kneel down in front of me, and instead of feeding him one chocolate, I fed him two. This, in itself, was a very big deal - since he knows I don’t give out those chocolates unless he earns them by doing very big things. He earned 8 out of 12 chocolates while he was here. By the way, that was the only time I ever said the “L” word while he was here (while he wasn’t hypnotized) and it was only after he endured that pain. It came out so naturally then, I didn’t even have to think about it. What does that say about me? Is that fucked up or what.
Also, hehe, I fingered his ass for the first time. I wore blue gloves and lots of lube and fingered his ass, which he had never experienced in his life. He was kind of nervous. Well actually, he was extremely nervous. I had to teach him how to relax. Needless to say, he really enjoyed it and his mind was going insane. He kept saying, “This is crazy! My mind is telling me one thing but my body is telling me another.” He was referring to the fact that I was rubbing his prostate gland and he could feel his testicles filling with cum, but since he wasn’t stroking his cock, he wasn’t getting hard or stroking the normal way and just wasn’t used to it. So it was a confusing, but erotic experience. He was overwhelmed with sensations he never felt before. In the past, he always swore he would NEVER let someone put something in his butt. (LOL this is also coming from a guy who swore he’d never wear pantyhose and a nightgown or panties but he did that too and liked it.) But when you have a Goddess who is very persuasive and you have a trusting, loving relationship and you know that your body is in safe hands - what’s the harm in trying? I told him if he didn’t like it, we would never have to attempt it again. Sure enough, he liked it.
We also went to a porn shop and bought some goodies and stuff and I told the girl at the counter that he was wearing panties under his jeans. This of course, embarrassed him cause he wasn’t expecting me to tell a perfect stranger his little secret. She just laughed and said, “Guys look cute in panties, don’t you think?” and we just hit it off in a conversation. He was behind me with his head bowed so ashamed and blushing. Later on he admitted it was very erotic and thought it was very sexy. I told him I would never tell strangers he wears panties except people I knew would be accepting and open-minded to the situation, hell we were at a porn shop (again, this plays into the trust factor). He trusts me so very much and that was a perfect example. It was kind of funny though cause throughout our time together, he kept wearing g-strings, but would wear them the wrong way whether it was backwards or sideways or whatever. He would have the tag on the side or have his crotch where the leg would be. He kept digging into his crack and saying, “Wow and GIRLS have to wear these things? These things ride up your ass!” And I just laughed cause he was wearing it all wrong. HAHA.
It was even MORE funny when the two of us had lunch at Red Lobster and he wore a pink thong the wrong way. (How do you wear a THONG wrong? Is it that hard to see where the crack goes?) Before our food came out, he looked around to make sure no one was watching and he reached his hands into his jeans to adjust his panties. I laughed SOOOO hard in my seat. This of course, only drew more attention to our table. I couldn’t help it. The look on his face was part pain (cause of wedgie in his butt by the crackline) and part embarrassment and part arousal. His look… was priceless. It only made me laugh more. Then, when it couldn’t get any worse, the waitress came over to our table RIGHT when he had his hand down his pants and he was mortified. I was still laughing so hard I couldn’t gain my composure. It wasn’t until hours later when we got home and I had him remove his clothing that I noticed his panties and said, “Do I have to do EVERYTHING for you? No wonder your panties are hurting your ass. You’re wearing the leg up your crack. You’re wearing your thong sideways, slave.”
In the midst of it all, we still managed to spend time working out together in the gym, watched the Saw trilogy, spent time in the sauna together, let him massage my body whenever I needed a rub down, did a photoshoot together, and I even bought a cheap black “slave” refrigerator in the garage just for him. After all, a Goddess shouldn’t have to share her expensive nice fridge with a measely slave 
We spent memorial day having a barbecue on the deck. We grilled hotdogs, corn, and asparagus. I accidentally left some fat free butter spray too close to the grill so it melted the container and I left it on the chair to cool. That night, we heard John Holmes the porn cat meowing at the window. Slave maurice went to go check it out and low and behold, a racoon got a hold of the melted bottle and not only ate the bottle, but ATE the chair. The chair is ruined. Stupid racoon. Now I have to throw the chair away. I really liked that chair too. Here’s a photo of the damage.
Oh yeah. I finally decided to have intercourse with him last night. All I can say is… it was worth the wait. It was very special. It was amazing. There were sparks. There were fireworks. There was magic. And even though I didn’t have to say the “L” word, he knew I was saying it with every kiss.
Love
Isabella
xoxooxox
P.S. Now that slave maurice is back home, I am going to concentrate on releasing the rest of these recordings that Mistress Alexandra and I did. Right now I am working on “Evil Surgeon” in post production.
Isabella and slave maurice together…
Love
Isabella
xooxoxoxo
It’s 6:36am and I can’t sleep. Tossing and turning in bed. I tried everything. Even went into the gym and worked out for two hours. Tried going into the sauna and sweating, and showering. Tried reading a book without glasses. Nothing is making me sleepy. I can’t get slave m out of my head. He is flying to visit me tonight and all I can think about is our time together. It’s driving me insane. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I start daydreaming or fantasizing about naughty things, which ends up exciting or arousing me instead of making me sleepy so I end up staying awake longer. Tried sleeping on his side of the bed, tried sleeping upside down, tried sleeping in a different room. I tried even taking a few pills to calm me down a little. This is killing me. All I can think about is counting down the hours and staring at the clock to see him, but I’ve been awake so long the sleep is starting to catch up to me. This always seems to happen to me when I don’t want it to. Why is this happening? I mean, I’m not nervous. I’ve already been with him. Why do I have butterflies in my stomach all over again? Why do I feel like a teenager with a crush? Why does my heartbeat so much faster when I hear his voice on the phone? Why do I toss and turn all over the bed just thinking about greeting him at the airport - why does it even affect me like this?
I swear, I’m not a sappy romantic. Hell, I haven’t even said the “L” word to him yet. That’s such an intimate phrase and so many people throw it around lightly without giving it much meaning. I’ve always been the kind of person who tends to show love rather than say the actual word. I show it in the way I act, the way I care, the way I give, the way I provide, the way I show concern, and appreciation. When I DO finally say the words to him, I’ll say it and say it often. He says it to me all the time and I can hear the genuineness in his voice when he speaks. It just feels so weird… with him being more of the romantic type…. and I’m the one tossing and turning… over HIM. It just makes me wonder if perhaps I’m just afraid of those words. Yes a little. Last night he and I had a little talk about our relationship and I was asking him if he REALLY wanted to be with me. (All the negative talk everywhere was really starting to get to me and I just wanted his reassurance.) And he said all the right things a woman wants to hear. It really touched me. He said things I’d never heard a person tell me before, not even my own husband that I was briefly married to years ago. He said things that made me feel not only loved, but as though I truly was the only woman who existed on the earth. I have never in a million years felt that bond with anyone. Never. I mean, I’ve had people tell me they love me, but it just felt like empty words. Or it felt like an obligation. Or it seemed like “the right time” to say it in the relationship. Or they would say the words and then be hopeful for sex or something (there’s men for you). But he didn’t just stop with the words. He didn’t follow it with sweet nothings either. He followed it with an oath of heartfelt honesty. It touched me so much…. that…. well…. I was left practically speechless…. and well…. frankly, I changed the subject on him and started talking about the news. (Bad me.) He wasn’t upset that I changed the subject. In fact, I think it kind of touched him because he was starting to see that his words DID reassure me and by me avoiding the conversation, he had touched a very sensitive and rarely seen emotion. I simply just didn’t want to continue the topic over the phone.
That’s part of why I can’t sleep. I want so bad to tell him he has my heart totally and completely (the way he has so verbally expressed given his heart to me). I want so badly to be able to do it. I keep picturing how I’ll say it or how I’ll do it or how it will come out. Will I stumble over my words? Will I start stuttering really bad like he does when he gets all nervous? I usually giggle and pick on him when he starts stuttering cause it’s so adorable. But if I do it, I’ll die of embarrassment if I lose my words, especially since he’s always seen me in such a commanding light.
He has my heart. He has HAD my heart. I just haven’t had the guts to tell him.
Love
Isabella
xoxoxoox
It really is a shame that I have to write this post.
Ever since slave maurice and I came out to the public about our D/s relationship, everyone has had voiced their opinions about us. I mean, it’s on every fucking hypnosis website, hypnosis group, hypno forum, etc. and the opinions range from being very positive and supportive to downright nasty and hateful. What is the big fucking deal? My lord. He and I have had an insatiable bond for the longest of time that didn’t include ANYONE else in our little world and all of a sudden, hundreds and hundreds of people all start piping in their comments about our relationship. If people were all positive, I probably wouldn’t mind as much, but as you know, people don’t always agree.
What really annoys me is that there are folks who simply don’t understand the 24/7 BDSM lifestyle at all. And because they don’t UNDERSTAND the concept of a full power exchange, they tend to point fingers and say hateful things. People made comments suggesting that we are idiots or slave maurice is making a big mistake or we are fools or whatever. First of all, may I remind everyone talking about us - that we are real people and these are OUR LIVES you are so blatantly attacking? I understand the craving to gossip about people who live in the limelight, especially when the hypno community is fairly small to begin with… but enough is enough! Regardless of what people say or how hateful people get, it’s not going to change our minds about how we feel about each other. Why? Because our relationship is not up for debate. It never has been. He and I have formed an everlasting bond and it’s not going to break simply because people are shocked by my occupation and his fetish. The only reason we came out publically, was because of the new site ownership of Inraptured.com, not for everyone’s fucking opinions about our personal relationship.
Several people now have expressed concern that he is giving up his “family” for me. God. For once and for all, he’s not fucking married with an armful of kids. Jesus christ. When I said he was giving up his family for me, I was referring to all his siblings, his parents, his family and friends who all live around him that he’s close to. Why does this matter to you all? It’s NOT YOUR LIFE. It’s mine. It’s his. Goddamn. Others have expressed concern that he’s merely “giving into a hypno fantasy” and making a terrible decision. Are you all fucking insane? If this was just a hypno “fantasy,” I WOULDN’T be doing this. It wasn’t like I just jumped into this relationship. And it wasn’t like I went looking for HIM. Trust me on that. The two of us found each other when we weren’t even looking. There was instant chemistry and it kept growing and never stopped. As he began to fall in love with me, I began to become more fond of him. This is not a fantasy, this is REAL LIFE. I’ve lived with a slave before. I’ve had a 24/7 slave before living in my home. It’s not the first time for me. This is NOT some fantasy world. Anyone who thinks it is a fantasy - well, it must be a fantasy for YOU, but it certainly isn’t a fantasy for maurice and I. It’s very REAL. Paying for plane tickets is REAL. Getting ready to move in together is REAL. Purchasing lots of bondage equipment is REAL. Checking the compatibility of our fetishes is REAL. Finding out his fetish level from this week to that week is REAL. There’s NOTHING fantasy about that. It’s only fantasy if you “think” about it and never follow through.
Thousands of submissives all over the world give up their lives, their jobs, their homes, to move in with dominants they met online. People they spent a long time getting to know and trust. Hell… if you think about it, even REGULAR people meet online and give up their jobs and move cross-country to be with the people they love. Why are we so different? Why should we be denied that right too? Why is it so wrong that he gave me his (non-profit) website as an act of love? Need I remind everyone I’ll be the one forking over my own personal money for new scripts, upgrades, and hosting. When someone loves another person, they give a part of themselves to another person. And when slave maurice gave me inraptured.com, he was VERY MUCH giving me a big part of himself and entrusting me with it. It was like handing me a key to his heart and saying, “I love you and there is no one I trust more than you and therefore I want you to have the one thing I have had of value for so long.” Why can’t people see the BEAUTY in that instead of seeing the vindictive side? Do people REALLY think I am the jealous type of girl who is going to ban all of my competitors and turn the site into an “Isabella site” simply to promote myself? Are people insane? Hell I’m not jealous of a single one of my competitors. Most of them are jealous of me. My money is more than fine thank you. (hello? I’ll be supporting me AND slave maurice on just MY income alone!) I swear, it just annoys me when people assume the worst about me - when they DON’T even know me.
The two of us have many safety measures in place, including “safe people” who have our contact info should anything happen to either one of us. I constantly ask him during our bdsm sessions how he’s handling what I’m dishing out to make sure he’s ok. Eventually I will ask him less and less because I’ll know his tolerance level. But for now, this is my way of building up a trusting relationship with him in person. For those of you who for ONE SECOND assume we’re not being “safe” don’t have anything to worry about. Even when I have him in a brainwashing cage, I have a video monitor in there to watch his every move. I have safety features and things he can resort to in the event he ever wants to put a halt to anything - none of which he’s had to do. I find it offensive that people would doubt my integrity, my professionalism, or my care over him. I take my care over slave maurice very seriously and I care over him the way I would care for my own child (if I had one).
Yes, I am a hypnotist. Yes, he is a hypnofetishist. Yes, he loves to be brainwashed. So what? What’s the big deal? You think just because I am a hypnotist, I don’t deserve love? You think that because I am a hypnotist in my professional life, I should never hypnotize people in my personal life? He and I share a fetish of hypnosis. That doesn’t mean I hypnotize him to do stuff against his will, hell that’s impossible anyway. People make it sound as though I FORCED him to move in with me. God. What is wrong with you all? I am his Mistress and he is my slave. He wants nothing more than to serve me for the rest of his life and there is nothing I want more than to have him down at my feet looking up at me.
The two of us have waited our whole lives to finally find each other. Whenever we speak to each other on the phone, there is a sense of urgency and genuine adoration that goes both ways. You can hear it in our voices. When we type to each other on IM, our conversations last hours and hours and we have to force ourselves to pull away even when our eyelids barely stay open, simply because we want to keep each other company. When we spend time together in person, we are inseparable. I can’t even describe our relationship into words and I shouldn’t even have to.
I do want to thank those of you who have shown an outpouring of support for us. The positive comments have FAR outweighed the negative comments, both in emails and in posts throughout the internet. For that, slave maurice and I are both very thankful. We’ve actually discussed this quite thoroughly and every time someone said something nice about us, we would share it with each other and say, “Look what this person said about us, isn’t it sweet?” and those really made a positive impact on us. I apologize in advance for the GOOD people having to read such a NEGATIVE journal entry, but you know how it is. For some reason, even when lots of people say something wonderful, there’s always a few bad apples that tend to stick out the most. I’m trying not to let it get to me, after all… I’m finally in the relationship I’ve always wanted. I’m not about to compromise it just because some people out there are confused why someone would actually go through with such an extreme lifestyle.
Some people are meant to live boring lives. Some people are meant to live exciting, extreme lives. Obviously slave m and I fall into the latter.
Love
Isabella
xoxoxooxox
I’m on an emotional high right now. I feel so… wow.
The cat’s out of the bag.
slave m = maurice williams
Maurice is the creator and former owner of the hypnosis resource site Inraptured.com where many hypnotists and hypnofetishists around the world come together as one community. Today, we put a public notice on the site finally “coming out” with our Hypnotist/slave relationship. For those of you who go to the site periodically, it probably won’t come as that big of a shock - especially considering our flirtatious online relationship that seemed to grow and grow since June of 2006.
If any of you would like to read my letter (and his letter too), simply go here:
Isabella and Maurice: New Ownership of Inraptured.com
Love
Isabella
xoxoxoxo
and here’s a closeup of my breasts…. (not that you guys like them or anything)
Love
Isabella
xoxoxoox
P.S. I see slave m again May 25-29th… he’s flying out here again for another 5 days. We already miss each other so bad.
P.P.S. I promise I am working on these recordings.
Now that I have the house to myself again, I’m trying to get back to my old routine. I still have 16 recordings to edit in post-production, so trust me… I have PLENTY to stay busy! Mistress Alexandra and I have tons of new stuff for you all! One of them I’ve already been working on and it won’t be too long till that one is released.
Tomorrow I have a deep tissue massage appointment on my abdomen. I’ve never had a deep tissue massage before. I mean, I’ve had swedish massages. I’ve had hot stone massages. I’ve had rain drop therapy massages. I’ve had shiatsu massages. Thai massages. But never deep tissue. But last time I went, my energy massage therapist (not Charity, she does hot stone massage) named Beverly said she’d like to concentrate on my abdomen and do some deep tissue work which might help release some tension and also in my arms and shoulders too. She’s very good with energy work and I’ve never had a deep tissue massage (especially on my abdomen) before, so perhaps it might even help with digestion and make an overall positive impact on my body. Who knows? So I’m really looking forward to that.
Also after waiting almost a month on the waiting list for an appointment for plastic surgery just for a consultation (not to GET the surgery, just for a consultation!) I had time to really think about whether or not I wanted to get an eye lift or not. And two days ago I decided I didn’t want one after all. I called the doctor’s office and asked if I could get a botox treatment instead (since Mona Blu recommended it and I trust her). I’ve never gotten a botox treatment before so I’m a little nervous. I’m deathly afraid of needle injections. I mean… I have tons of tattoos… but they glide across the skin, they don’t go in deep. The act of needles penetrating skin always freaks me out. But I really want to do this and I know the outcome will be worth it. Plus - hell I’ve waited a month for an appointment already. I go in Friday.
Oh. Today. I finally. Finally. Finally. FINALLY got approved for health insurance (what a fucking hassle for the last 5 years). And um. I added maternity too (just in case). Not that pregnancy is on my brain or anything but you never know what might happen way down the road and I don’t want to be shit up stream without a paddle. Besides, it won’t cover maternity for 12 months anyway, so don’t worry boys - it’s not on my priority list right now. haha. But then again, if I do decide to get pregnant (with slave m or in the future with a lesbian partner) it will definitely come from a black man’s sperm - that is so hot to me! By the way, I’m insured up to $8 million dollars. Holy moly. *goes cross-eyed*
Tammy graduates college Friday. I love you, Tammy. I bought her a champagne brunch cruise for 4 people in San Diego, a Coach purse, and a Tiffany bracelet. I am so proud of her. I love you, sis.
My mom has a hearing in Orange County to try to get conservatorship (sp?) over my brother in court. The whole thing has been a nightmare for our family. He has been moved out of his group home now and is now in a new group home. His medication has changed slightly which is good and she said his environment is actually better. However, her lack of rights over him is still making life hell. We just want this over with. The new doctor in charge of him is actually trying to compromise with my mother (a good sign) so there seems to be some light at the end of the tunnel. My brother, on the other hand, who doesn’t have the mental capability to understand what’s going on, is shocked at his new environment and feels hurt and betrayed and by everyone cause he doesn’t recognize anything anymore. When he’s sad, my mom is sad. And when my mom is sad, well… can you say “stress”? I hope they give her rights over him soon and he adjusts to his new home. I just want Abe to find peace. And I want my mom to be happy too.
By the way, speaking of mom. I bought her a gold bracelet with the word “mom” for mother’s day. It was the first mother’s day gift I bought her in over 10 years. She was shocked that I bought her something. I have always hated her. This is the only year she and I have been cordial to each other and made a truce and she actually supports me. That doesn’t mean she accepts my alternative lifestyle or my bdsm behavior or my “sinful” nature…. but she cares about me and when I needed a safe person to call when slave m was here, my mom was there for me. We haven’t had a single fight or argument in a year now. She choked up on the phone when I talked to her. It was quite nice actually. slave m was holding my hand the whole time.
I miss slave m already. I know I just saw him this weekend, but I miss him already. Everything reminds me of him. I need to be with him. Hopefully by Friday he and I will be able to schedule our next visit with each other, which we EXPECT might be in 2 weeks unless the surgery delays. Oh I’d soooo love to see him right now. Just to be with him. To hug him for one of those long 15-minute hugs. To cuddle with him in front of a movie only to be more interested in each other than the film. To spoon with him under the covers in bed listening to Mazzy Star with John Holmes at the foot of the bed purring. To laugh in the gym while exercising to boxing dvds while boxers hump each other when they spend too much time holding. To put a hood over his head so his sense of smell becomes overloaded. I want him to smell my perfume on my skin, smell the shampoo in my hair, smell the clothes on my back…. so he becomes obsessed with my scent. So I’m crossing my fingers that perhaps in merely 2 weeks the two of us will cross paths again and he will bow before me as my faithful slave and he will endure the blows of my cane and my warm whispers in his ears telling him to worship me forever. And he will look into my eyes, with his look of many faces, pain - more pain - closet pain - enduring excruciating pain in tortured chastity while I bounce on his lap, teasing him relentlessly, knowing that simply looking into his eyes will bring him such arousal that he will be able to endure any suffering for my pleasure. His willingness to endure such distress stimulates me more than I’ve ever known. I’ve always been into sadism - some consider it borderline extreme sadism if you will (if you knew how much, you may be slightly shocked). When I confess my unsettling (some call them disturbed) fantasies with him, he embraces them now with an open mind now that he’s experienced time with me. Now he is even open to participating in those fantasies with me which has been my dream my whole life. I am absolutely smitten with him.
Love
Isabella
xoxoxoox
I’ve got jungle fever…
slave m returned home today and all I can say is that things couldn’t have gone any better or any smoother. The two of us couldn’t have had stronger chemistry than we did.
I met him at the airport and at first his flight was delayed (and it was his first time ever on a plane, so he was already nervous as hell about that). When he saw me, I was sitting on a chair with a skirt and my boots on with ash brown hair and a sexy shirt and I saw him looking around nervously. Our eyes met and locked and I put my finger up to my face as if to say “come here” and he immediately walked over and sat beside me without looking at me. He was shaking like a leaf. He couldn’t speak. His whole body was shaking. He couldn’t even turn his head to look at me. I put my hand on the back of his head and whispered in his hear, “You are so very relaxed. Close your eyes and relax. Take a deep breath and relax.” and he did. And his heart rate began to lower and for the next 5 minutes, I did a relaxation induction to make him less nervous because I knew he was extremely nervous about the entire ordeal. And after 5 minutes his body was calm and it was as though the two of us were the only ones that existed inside the airport. Then he pulled out a gift out of his bag for me. A glass (or is it crystal?) clock with a personal engraving telling me how special I was and then he signed his name on it. The gift was absolutely breathtaking and I thanked him and told him I had something for him too. He knew what to expect. He lowered his head and I put the steel collar around his neck and padlocked it. Then I attached the leash, asked him if he was ready to go home and with a calm voice he said, “Yes Goddess, I’m ready.” and the two of us walked out of the airport together - his head bowed while he stared at the back of my boots as we walked into the parking lot, ignoring any prying eyes.
When we got home, I told him to undress and he asked if he could undress in the bathroom. I said no. This scared him. I told him to get on his knees. He did so. I told him to take his shirt off, which he did. With me standing above him and him being on his knees, I stared into his eyes - which felt like I was stealing his soul. I told him to remove his belt, pants, and underwear while on his knees as I stood above him. He knew from where I was standing I couldn’t see his naked body anyway cause I was directly above his face and was only staring at his eyes. Neither one of us were blinking. He was starting to shake again out of nervousness. I liked seeing him nervous. hehe. He got naked. Our eyes stayed locked. Then I told him to grab the towel at his feet and cover his genitals so I wouldn’t have to look at it. He thanked me for mercy. I suppose he was so overloaded with nervousness since it was the beginning of our meeting that he didn’t want me to see his naked body yet. Then I told him to get inside the sauna for 35 minutes where it got about 110 degrees and he had to sit naked and get sweaty (which also lowered his heart rate and I thought was essential for setting the tone and making him relaxed). I left him alone in there for 25 minutes. For the last 10 minutes in there, I shocked him by walking in there wearing nothing but a towel and sat beside him while he was sweating (by the way one of my brainwashing recordings was playing on the cd player in there the whole time). Within 5 minutes, I was sweating and I commanded to lick the sweat off my body which he did immediately. He was already feeling submissive. After we got out, I told him to put on only a pair of black boxer briefs (ooh so sexy), which he continued to wear the whole day.
The things I put him through were VERY extreme and he endured it ALL and THEN some. I showed him true edge play and he did things he never thought possible and opened up his mind to so many new things and now he’s even more devoted to me than ever. The attraction between the two of us is very real and sparks flew from the moment I saw him. I did not have intercourse with him (that was purely my decision although he begged and begged and begged to have sex with me) but wow… he sure made me cum in many other ways using his mouth and his fingers. He rimmed my ass with my tongue (something I wasn’t sure if I would like, but I wanted him to do it cause I was curious to see if I would like it), fingered my ass to orgasm (again - something I’m usually not into, but I was so aroused … I was pretty much open to so much more stuff)… he performed oral sex on my pussy (holy shit I was cumming like crazy), fingered my pussy several times (omg that was hot), sucked on my nipples just the way I commanded him to, drew me a warm bubble bath and sat behind me with his feet in the water and massaged my shoulders and shampooed and rinsed my hair, washed my body, shaved both of my legs, dried me off with a towel, picked out my clothes for me, set the table and got dinner ready, gave me many foot and full body massages, allowed me to put a hood over his face which covered his mouth and eyes and only exposed his ears so that I could speak to him and/or put earphones on his head, let me use pin prick vampire gloves on his back, use all kinds of bondage devices on him while being locked in place to test his trust to me, etc.
I even padlocked him inside the brainwashing cage with black fabric draped over it with 4 strobe lights within it and a flashing hypnosis light and a pair of earphones (with high volume) while he was shackled and gagged his mouth while he was inside. I gave him a bike horn with an embarrassing sound he would have to squeeze in the event he felt faint or dizzy (which he never had to use, thank goodness). While inside the cage, I had bought a video monitor with night-vision and hooked it on the upper right hand corner so I could watch him at all times within the cage to see how he was handling the brainwashing. I was SO turned on. I had him in it more than once during his stay. I loved seeing him gagged! Also I put him in a chastity device with the points-of-intrigue which cause extreme pain when he gets an erection so I spent the whole weekend teasing the fuck out of him and he pretty much maintained a full erection the whole time. So he was in pain constantly. I would even sit on his cock practically naked and put my breasts on his face (which only made his cock harder and the pain would intensify) while I demanded he stay quiet and not make a sound. This only made my control over him more intense and made his erection stronger. I loved that feeling so much! When I put him in the brainwashing cage, he was practically screaming with that gag in his mouth and moaning with his eyeballs popping cause he felt so good and yet in so much pain and I was watching him on video the whole time. Later he said it was one of the most erotic experiences of his whole life and he had no idea pleasure and pain could feel so good. He had always assumed in the past that pain was pain. He assumed pleasure was pleasure. He didn’t know they could mix together so well.
I even used 15 whipping devices on him - floggers, paddles, riding crops, even a cane! He took them so well! He has welts all over his ass…. I was extremely impressed. Wow. He had no idea he was capable of enduring such harsh pain that I dished out. ESPECIALLY SINCE HAD NEVER BEEN SPANKED BEFORE. I was sooooo turned on watching him gasp in pain while I took the cane all the way back in the air and struck him as hard as I could. I had prepared his ass to get nice and warm for nearly an hour before getting him to that point so the blows wouldn’t be so harsh, but the sting of a cane is enough to make a grown man cry. He didn’t utter a sound. He just flinched, swallowed and grit his teeth and I heard a large gasp of air come out of his lips. That breath of air turned me on in so many ways. And he was becoming aroused with each stroke, so his cock was enduring pain as well (in his chastity device with the sharp points digging into his penis). For someone who had only been in vanilla relationships his whole life, I was really impressed with his pain tolerance as well as endurance.
Throughout his brainwashing and my random hypnosis… snapping my fingers and him falling to the floor immediately in a hypnotic sleep…. or putting a pendant to his face and commanding him to do things he never thought possible…. he did things…. things… he swore he would never be turned on by. I knew otherwise. He even tried on a pair of satin panties for the first time. And he loved them! He wore a satin nightgown too! And a skirt! And a wig! And high heels! All these things! And he loved them SO much that his erection had him SCREAMING for hours inside his chastity device. He was shocked that he could possibly like such an embarrassing ordeal. I was showing him that humiliation can cause pleasure (just like pain can cause pleasure). He mind was going through a sensory overload. I even took pictures of him while he was in bondage and a hood over his head while dressed like a girl and blackmailed him and will use those pictures against him in the future if he doesn’t follow my instructions. He found out that blackmail is a new fetish of his as well. Several other new fetishes I tried on him he ended up loving (I can’t mention them here due to Niteflirt TOS but let’s just say the two of us are very compatible on many levels).
Later on I performed a love spell on him - a real one. I got out my magickal spells and witchcraft candles and stuff and with his permission, the two of us made an everlasting bond where he dedicated his life to me to be under my control for the rest of his life. That moment became very real to him. The constant reminder of the locked steel collar around his neck and my leash pulling him (by the way I leashed him in public when getting food for him and also at the airport), the constant reminder of my ownership over him with leather shackles on his wrists and ankles…. he even got locked with a leg spreader around his ankles and was forced to walk around and fetch things for me around the house which he found incredibly challenging to learn how to walk sideways through doors. I showed him a little bit how I make hypnosis recordings, since he would be trained how to help me with sound effects and post-production and he was absolutely fascinated with how it works. Poor guy almost went into a trance just listening to it in pre-production and I kept having to snap him out of it.
I had him under lock and key the whole time. The house completely alarmed so he couldn’t leave. His cock under my control (chastity) so he couldn’t touch it, have a full erection, or ejaculate (although I let him once during his time here but it was embarrassing the way I made him do it). I controlled when he ate. What he ate. When he was allowed to go to the bathroom. When he was supposed to go to the gym and work out with me. Which machines he was to use. When he was supposed to stop working out. Which clothes to wear. Which clothes to remove. He learned that I punish him immediately on the spot when he says things that are inappropriate (for example: “May I put my shirt on, Goddess?”) that comment got him 5 hand spankings simply because there was no reason for it. It wasn’t cold. He was just embarrassed. I told him while I was spanking him that if I want to embarrass him, he will endure it because it is for my pleasure. He simply said, “Yes Goddess.” Eventually I spanked him less and less cause he caught on quickly and learned what I would and would not tolerate.
On another level, I love sleeping with him in bed. I had planned to make him sleep in the guest room, but I wanted to feel his arms around me and see if the two of us were compatible as sleeping partners. Boy were we! The way he spooned with me. Wow. His arms holding me tight. His warm lips on mine. Wow. Felt so good. I love climbing on top of him and holding his arms down and looking deep into his eyes and saying a few words of hypnosis and watching him lose complete control to me and it’s as though he just melts underneath me. He tells me constantly how beautiful I am and how unworthy he is to be in my presence. He tells me that I am out of his league and that he is such a lowly slave and so very undeserving. When he says stuff like that, I just take him in my arms and cradle his head to my breasts and hug him and he tells me, “I love you” and I return his comment with, “You will always be devoted to me.” And it just makes the bond stronger. The way he stares at my body - it’s as though I’m a gold statue or something. I’ve never felt more beautiful or more sexy. He admires everything about me. The way he touches me… he compliments me while touching me to remind me of my beauty whether or not I need to hear it… simply because he feels a Goddess deserves to hear how amazing she is. How incredible is that? I am still in shock. As is he. He is in shock that he endured all that he went through (wearing the panties was the most shocking he said) and that he found someone he wants to spend his life with in such a short time. I am in shock that I have found… well, a man (although I will still be attracted to women my whole life) with whom I believe will be my life partner. My slave.
He and I have discussed already our interest in moving in together. However there are still some last minute details that need to be taken care of first on his end that simply can’t be rushed. A surgery. Health insurance stuff. And a few financial things. The process may take a month or so, I think. It would break my heart if he changes his mind. I doubt he will, but there are other factors involved that might jeopardize his moving here. But I can say one thing with certainty… if/when he does move here… it will be lifelong. And we both know that.
Love
Isabella
xoxooxox
All right I swore to myself I wouldn’t write this, but I’ll just die if I don’t. After all, I’ve waited 14 years, yes…. fourteen years….. for this day to finally happen. Well it was actually aired yesterday but in “soap opera” time - one day can last a hell of a long time. I’ve been a fan of Days of our Lives since 1993 and am a fan of Sami Brady (played by Alison Sweeney) and I only watch the show because of her. I always have. I think partly because as she was growing up on the show, we looked like each other and the actress and I both struggled with our weight. When I was a teenager, we looked very much alike, now we only do if I’m wearing a blonde wig and if I were way thinner… but… I still watch the show just because of her. I love the predicaments she gets herself into (mostly bad) and I love her villainess character.
But yesterday was the day I had waited for…. for 14 years and I thought the writers of the show simply wouldn’t let it happen because they kept teasing the audience. They actually let her get married to Lucas. The truth is, throughout my years of watching her, I never cared who she tried to marry (Austin, Franco, Lucas, etc.) and she tried I think 6 or 7 times to tie the knot, but “something always happened” to prevent her from having the life she always dreamed of and she never actually got married. I just wanted to see her HAPPY. When she is happy, somehow I feel herself projected onto me and it’s as though I’m feeling it with her, simply because I’ve been following her storyline for so many years. I know you all may think it’s pathetic, but she truly is the ONLY person I watch on the show and the only character I am drawn to. She would get to the altar and then some terrible truth or blackmail or pregnancy or lie or something would come out and would prevent the marriage from happening. And the thing is… even in THIS episode, Sami had something hanging over her head. A secret that she feared might jeopardize the chance of the wedding taking place even though she tried to tell her husband before the wedding. Well anyway - the “I Do’s” actually happened which surprised the FUCK out of me and I started balling. Just watching HER happy made me happy.
And then she gets to the reception and everything is great and happy and she’s dancing with her new husband and blah blah…. and then on the big screen tv is a photo of her “big secret” and she bursts into tears and the crowd is stunned. I was soooo upset. Why is it that the writers of Days of our Lives have to constantly humiliate her and never give her ONE fucking day of true happiness? Hasn’t she gone through enough hell already?
I know that it’s entertaining to watch her go through bad stuff (that’s why I love watching her character most of the time)… but it’s getting old now. I REALLY truly thought that after seeing her tie the knot and having that “omg that person might come forward and break up the wedding” didn’t actually do it… that maybe she might have a chance to be happy. And now this.
I waited FOURTEEN YEARS to watch her get married. And now that she’s married…. she gets humiliated at her own reception and her big secret gets revealed which just makes my blood boil. Goddamn. If you’re going to humiliate her… do it BEFORE the wedding when she’s actually prepared to be humiliated. That’s soooo hitting below the belt. I hope Lucas stays with her despite the secret, which he doesn’t entirely know yet. And if he doesn’t stay with her, then he’s an idiot and she deserves better.
Love
Isabella
xoxooxox
Lost 80 lbs now. Only been 31 weeks. Squeezed into a smaller dress size too and was forced to buy yet more clothes cause the ones I bought 3 or 4 weeks ago are just too baggy. Bought 4 new pair of knee high boots online but unfortunately they don’t fit but I’m not returning them because one day my calves will slim down into them. That’s what sucks about buying footwear online. But yay for losing another 5.
Tomorrow’s the big day…. I get to meet slave m for the first time. I am so very excited! This only motivates me to go back down into the gym and work out some more.
Love
Isabella
xoxoxoox
Mistress Alexandra left here yesterday and I have tons of emails that say, “We want details! What happened, what happened?” So I wanted to wait till today since yesterday I really wanted to rest and sleep and get some much needed r&r for all our hard work. And boy did we work hard!
In a normal work week, I’d be lucky to make one full recording. However, we did 16 recordings (if you include the new free interview). If you think about it, that’s an outrageous number of recordings and a LOT of work involved. My voice is sore. My head is weak. I feel like all my life energy has been sucked out of my body. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I LOVE doing recordings and I LOVE recording with Alexandra, but it is mentally exhausting. Each mp3 has to be creatively different from each other without being repetitive. Each of us has to try equally hard to think of words and phrases that sound orginal and unique so the customer doesn’t think we rushed them. For us to do that amount of recordings in so few days, my whole body feels absolutely drained. Only one of those 16 recordings had voiceovers and overlays, the rest of them really don’t require them in my opinion. We did 7 hypnosis recordings (however one of them won’t be released until Halloween due to its magickal nature) but the other 6 will be released as soon as they are finished in post-production. The other non-hypnosis recordings range from sissification to cuckolding to pantyboys to humiliation. We truly hope everyone enjoys what we did!
On another note, I would like to thank Alexandra’s personal sissy secretary who paid for her first class ticket to visit me, as well as our limo ride to and from the airport, a wonderful bouquet of roses and chocolate (which I didn’t eat but looked sooo good)… and a full day of pampering at the spa for both of us. That was very generous and it truly showed his willingness to serve. It’s very rare you find a slave who is not only willing to serve his Mistress, but willing to serve his Mistress’s friend with whom she is sharing her time and that, to me…. is something I find fascinating. Taking that initiative to put the pleasure of his Goddess first above himself - and then sharing it with her friend is not only generous, but sweet. So thank you. Both of you should be equally happy to have found one another.
During our visit (during brief moments when we weren’t recording), Alexandra and I did quite a few things together which I’ll never forget. First of all, I have a whole box of brand new bondage equipment inside my recording studio (most of it never even used before) and I needed to try it out for safety reasons before the arrival of slave m. There were several bondage pieces in there and I wanted to get a feel for how some things felt to wear and needed Alexandra’s assistance in putting it on (since it required both hands or being tied from behind) or being locked into place. Wow. Talk about sexy. I was so aroused. I can’t even tell you. Just being there having her do that to me. Although one of the devices was just a wrist/hand binder with 2 padlocks per hand that can tie to your shoulders, thighs, or elbows… she told me to take my shirt and bra off and get topless. I guess she wanted to see if I could get out of the device if I was being stimulated and really wanted to get out if under stress, pain, or pleasure. I didn’t know what to expect. So I did. She binded my hands to my thighs and put 4 padlocks in place. Then she put the steel collar and padlock around my neck to check to make sure it wasn’t too tight. (I had checked this days before and it was fine, but she wanted me to experience it in front of her just for fun) At first I thought maybe she was going to tickle me or like slap my breasts or something, but nooooo. She got some fucking nipple clamps out and put them on my nipples (and my nipples are so sensitive it’s crazy) and I was like, ow ow ow ow ow….. and she said, “Don’t be a baby.” And I looked up at her and was really speechless. I mean. She’s a dominatrix and I’m a dominatrix. I was only trying this bondage stuff to make sure it was safe for my upcoming slave. However, the way she said it…. I didn’t fight her. I actually responded with, “Yes Ma’am.” and winked at her and then bowed my head as if to show her I’d play along. But the more she dominated me, the more I liked it. She ended up putting 4 or 5 other bondage devices on me too. Don’t worry, guys. I got payback too. She let me do the same thing to her. She probably won’t admit to it, but I think she liked it too
Also she helped me set up the cage for slave m, which has 4 strobe lights inside of it, a hypnosis square streaming flashing light hanging in it, a fan for cooling, 4 black layers of fabric covering the cage to prevent external light from entering the cage, a fitted cage pillow, and a few other things too. The whole thing is designed to be a “Brainwashing Cage” so that I can give slave m a pair of headphones while he is shackled inside of it and make him listen to custom mp3s I have designed just for him to make him give me his soul and while he is listening, he is forced to have strobe lights all around him while his naked body is inside the cage. The thing is…. I wanted to experience the “Brainwashing Cage” myself. I wanted to see if it was safe or it would be comfortable or if would give me a headache or if it was something I could withstand for a prolongued period of time. Wow I loved it! Alexandra locked both entrances with padlocks and left me in there for hours. I moved around easily and was able to maneuver from one position to another. The fan helped the air circulation which was nice. But wow the best part was the strobe lights. I felt soooo aroused just being in there. I felt like my mind was on fire with excitement! Especially listening to an mp3 (I was testing the recording “Spin Cycle”) just to try it. The whole experience was phenomenal. I could have spent forever in there and felt wonderful. I wanted to spend much longer in there but we had to keep recording. Alexandra later told me that she would have been willing to make me spend the night in there. It’s kinda good she didn’t though cause I don’t want to imagine waking up with a sore back or something and then having to spend a full day and night recording in the studio. But wow… that was a wonderful FABULOUS experience! I can’t WAIT to put slave m inside of it!
And the two of us also spent time downstairs in the gym working out and watching boxing. I introduced her to Oscar de la Hoya as well as Prince Naseem Hamed and even a couple Mike Tyson fights. I watch boxing when I work out, so she got a chance to watch boxing during several of our daily morning workouts while she was here, so she heard me yelling at the tv and saying stuff like, “Hit him in the body!” or “You stupid ref, he’s hitting him in the back of the head!” or “Come on, that’s a low blow!” and I would be just sweating and blowing off steam and yelling at the tv and she had never seen me like that or get so excited over something like that before. She had no idea I was so into boxing lol. So I showed her how wonderful it could be! After our workouts, we’d go into the sauna and get naked and sweat for about 30 minutes and get relaxed to get our heart rates down (hehe wouldn’t you all like to see us both naked in the sauna?) before going back upstairs to record again. Turns out I have a boxing fetish and Alexandra has an airplane fetish. We both found each other’s bizarre fetishes quite fascinating. It’s amazing what we find sexually arousing!
We spent one or two hours playing around with the camera and she said she’d love to take some photos of me, so she did. Some turned out kinda blurry but I think it’s cause she had never used my kind of SLR camera before. So I’ll post some of them which were really neat.
Alexandra took these photos of me:
I am so excited now… slave m will be here in TWO days! I am soooo excited - I feel like I could faint! Wow. By the way, I will start working on the recordings Alexandra and I started very soon. They won’t be too long. slave m leaves here on the 14th and after then, I’ll have an empty house and can really concentrate fully on post-production on all 16 of these recordings.
Love
Isabella
xooxoxx
Alexandra and I are whipping out lots of recordings and are staying super busy… however I wanted to mention really quick that My interview (which took a year to finally come to completion) is finally up on the front page of Inraptured.com and you can view it here:
Interview with Isabella Valentine
Love
Isabella
xooxoxoxo
Yay my mannequin heads finally arrived just in time! I put them on the shelves just a few hours ago. Alexandra arrives in about 4 or 5 hours which gives me time to still go to the grocery store and shop for food and last minute stuff. Oh I love these mannequin heads. I paid thousands of dollars for them and my wig collection means so much to me. I am so pleased with the outcome and this really means the world to me. I am so glad they were shipped prior to her arrival that way all the boxes and stuff wouldn’t show up at the doorstep while we’re recording and stuff. Whew! Perfect timing. Yay for UPS!
Love
Isabella
xoxoxooxx
Well today’s the day! Enchantress Alexandra flies down from California woohoo! She’ll be here some time tonight which will be nice! (I’m writing this at 2am Thursday morning, but she’ll be here late Thursday night). We’ll be spending lots of time in the studio together, so please bear with me for several days to not only record the material, but edit it in post-production. Keep in mind I’ll have slave m coming right after she leaves, so that leaves very little time for me to work on it in post-production for a while. So it may not be until the 15th until you see a lot of new material from me. However Alexandra and I may surprise you all with one or two on the 8th or 9th with a “simpler” recording that requires less editing from me. Who knows. Let’s play it by ear and see. But after the 15th, you all will see a lot of stuff from us. So keep your eyes and ears on the screen.
Love
Isabella
xoxoxooxo
P.S. Men act really funny with their penises. They’re always pulling on it like they’re unsure if it’s attached to their bodies or something. Watching men masturbate looks so weird to me. It’s like watching a monkey pulling on a stick. And at the end, they give up.
Taken yesterday for fun:
Love
Isabella
xoxoxoxo
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