Archive for October, 2007

Dream

Published on October 16, 2007 in Journal posts. 8 Comments

I had a dream last night that seemed so very real (I woke up in cum-soaked sheets).

I was the pastor of a church and wore a black pvc catwoman suit with spiked heels and had a long bullwhip in my hand. Instead of a cross with Jesus on it, there was a St. Andrew’s cross that hung against a wall and a slavegirl was naked and tied to it spread eagled facing the crowd. She had welts and lashes all over her breasts, stomach, pussy, legs, and arms. She had a crown on her head made of barbed wire. The congregation was filled with men and women - all naked who sat in pews and sang hymnals. The songs they sang sounded like chants, “We worship you, Oh God Isabella. We adore thee. We are unworthy of your presence.” — and they sounded like real worship songs. I swear it was so REAL.

I asked people who wanted to make their way to the front of the aisle to be “saved” — and people came to the front. I would walk up to each person and say, “You are now a slave by the power invested in me in Holy Goddess Isabella’s name I pray.” And I would blow on their faces and they would instantly fall down and someone behind them would catch them. I would just say a phrase and blow, and the naked slaves fell down like dominos.

The naked slaves passed around the offering plates and wrote checks and gave credit cards and cash and dropped them into it for tithes and offerings. After all was given, I took the offering plates and lifted it up in the air and said, “We love you, Isabella. We worship you and give you all we have.” And the people said, “Amen.”

I asked who needed to be baptized and a young slavegirl with long brown hair came forward. She was so beautiful. Her breasts. Her body. AND she was a virgin. I molested her in front of the church and baptized her and sprinkled water over her - then dunked her in the water and jumped in there with her. We fondled each other in the water and I fingered and licked her to orgasm and put a small cross into her pussy and watched as a trickle of blood showed in the water from her pussy. She cried in pain and the more she cried, the harder I thrusted. I was so aroused, sheesh.

I woke up in a sweat.

7-Day Slave Training

Published on October 16, 2007 in Journal posts. 12 Comments

People often ask if they can be my “online” slaves which is always sort of weird to me, because the best form of control for me, is when I can see their expressions and SEE their obedience. However, I find it just as amazing when slaves perform actions and duties for me to show their servitude. So if you follow this 7-day training, I want to know about it, otherwise, what’s the point of following it? I want to know who is serious about being a slave or showing their submissive side. At first this was initially intended for because he desperately needs my discipline. However, I feel it can be universally used for men or women and I’ve adjusted it slightly so that male or female slaves can follow it.

It’s a 7-day training. If you’re interested in being an “Isabella Slave in Training” — then follow it exactly with no exceptions.

Click here for grocery list and instructions

Slave Training Day 1

Slave Training Day 2

Slave Training Day 3

Slave Training Day 4

Slave Training Day 5

Slave Training Day 6

Slave Training Day 7

Love
Isabella
xoxoxoxo

99 to go!

Published on October 15, 2007 in Journal posts. 25 Comments

Yay, I’ve now lost 107 pounds! I FINALLY have less than 3-digits of weight to go! Only 99 more pounds to lose until I get to a healthy weight. 99. Ninety-nine. That’s so much quicker to say than two-hundred and six. Funny thing is, even though I think I look sexy and healthy already, Blue Cross and Blue Shield still won’t cover me and still considers me morbidly obese. I’m using Alliance now but I’m not too crazy about them. But anyway, here’s today’s photo - a full-length one.

Now I can sing 99-bottles of beer on the wall… and imagine it’s my weight passing before my very eyes. This is kinda cool.

Love
Isabella
xoxoxoxo

P.S. Inraptured will be down yet again for a couple days while it gets moved to a VPS server. Apparently it eats up too much CPU with a shared server and requires its own. But no worries, it’ll be up soon. slave m is transferring the database. This is the second server move in less than a month, but this should be the last.

The Lou Gehrig Walk

Published on October 14, 2007 in Journal posts. 5 Comments

Today I drove to Indianapolis and participated in the Walk to D’Feet ALS (ALS also known as Lou Gehrig’s disease) and turned in everyone’s donations (that were snail mailed). Thank you everybody for your support! The walk itself was incredible - the weather was perfect and the area we walked was breathtakingly gorgeous with water where people kayaked, orange and red trees lined the sidewalk, and we could see the Indianapolis skyscrapers too which were beautiful. Some people walked, some biked, some walked their dogs, some arrived in wheelchairs - it was a VERY diverse event and I felt amazing just being there. People dressed how they wanted to dress (although most wore team shirts if they wanted to) but there were people there who were dressed similar to me listening to their ipods and enjoyed walking independently.

Two hours before I left for the walk, my cleaning lady, Jenny (the one I mentioned in my previous entry) said she wouldn’t be walking after all and said she had family priorities. On one hand, I was sad cause it would have been cool to walk with her. But on the other hand, I was secretly happy I didn’t have to wear the tie-dyed shirt after all (it was one of those yellow and lime ones that blinds you). So I wore my Morrison Hotel sweatshirt and some cargo pants, this time making sure I covered up my back tattoos just in case they offended some of the conservative folks there. When I arrived there, I saw a group of people wearing those tacky tie-dyed shirts and I walked over and introduced myself as Jenny’s friend and they all smiled and hugged me and introduced me to a woman in a wheelchair who had the ALS disease. Jenny often talked about her, but she was the first person I met with the disease. I wouldn’t say I was sad for her - I was EMPOWERED by her. I’ve been around people in wheelchairs my whole life (my brother can’t walk, so I grew up volunteering in hospitals wheeling people around almost my entire life) — so I offered to wheel her, but she was SO empowered that she said she wanted to try and wheel herself as far as she could - and all her family and I watched as she put her hands on the wheels and begin pushing.

She was struggling, but she was also smiling - and it gave me goosebumps. So she said to me, “Jenny told us how much weight you’ve lost and we’re so proud of you (she was proud of ME? I was proud of HER for being there and being a survivor!) - so instead of walking with us slow folks, we want you to go as fast as you can and reach the finish line for all of us so you can be there waiting when we get there.” The thing is, I wouldn’t have minded walking slow with them, but I could tell from the look on her face that she REALLY wanted me to walk/jog/run as fast as I could. I’m still in the process of healing my right knee, so I try not to run if I can help it. But I walked and jogged as fast as I could with a few other people who were also doing the same thing. The only people going faster were runners and bikers hehe. There were some camera crews out there who taped some of us near the front because some were holding banners and stuff. If you happen to live in Indiana, watch the local news tonight and look for the sexy girl in a Morrison hotel grey sweatshirt listening to her ipod and singing to the music :) That’s me!

Sitting down for a rest at the end…

Chillin…

Hanging out afterwards…

Anyone wanna stare at my ass while I walk?

Too-da-loo… listening to Sound Garden on my ipod while walking down the beautiful tree-lined sidewalk.

Behind me is the “end” of the walk for people who just finished going around the trail.

I love the view of the water behind me. Some people were kayaking in it!

Love
Isabella
xoxoxoxo

I need someone to beat

Published on October 13, 2007 in Journal posts. 16 Comments

Several more paddles and canes arrived this week, 1 thin rattan cane, 3 various-sizes rattan and tweed paddles, a thick-ended black leather riding crop (longer strap at end then most), and one is a thick metal paddle with holes in it. Problem is, I don’t have anyone to try them out on. Anyone wanna be beaten? hehe… I can whip for a looong time and never get tired. I’m still waiting on one particular paddle which has sandpaper on one end and some sort of prickly thing on the other end. I may have to modify it when I get it to make it a little more intense. And last week some softer faux rabbit fur whips arrived along with a cool pink/black flogger a customer bought me that has some leather straps mixed with faux pink fur - which is great for flogging people who are new to the experience. Today I received a Sephora paddle brush from a customer as a gift which I LOVE because instead of using it for my hair, I’ve put it with all the other whips and stuff. I can’t wait to bend someone over my lap with it and spank them while their legs are kicking and they’re moving all over the place.

There’s something sooo erotic to me about seeing someone in pain. I love the look on their faces when they have tears coming down their cheeks. I love seeing a bare bottom (females are sexier of course, but male butts are ok) when it has red lashes, marks, bruises, and sometimes even a hint of blood where I see how willing they were to take the pain I’ve dished out. I love hearing someone out of breath while in pain as they say, “One, Miss Isabella… Two, Miss Isabella… Three, Miss Isabella…” and they’re in such agony from the blows that they sometimes hesitate to count (or lose count altogether). But of course, if they lose count, I start all over from scratch. It’s an immense turn-on for me when someone’s bare bottom twitches and he/she tries to tighten their cheeks but I smack them again before they get the chance to. Or tying them up and spreading their legs so they’re in a position bent over that prevents them from closing their legs so they feel the pain even more. It’s human nature to want to close one’s legs when they’re getting spanked, so I find it arousing to deny the person from the relief of having their thighs together.

Perhaps the reason I love spanking people so much is because my mom beat the shit out of me when I was a kid and I somehow get off on getting back at the world. But one thing I don’t do… is hit out of anger. I may be very sadistic and enjoy seeing others in pain, but I always do it when I’m in a calm and rational state of mind. Besides, if I get really mad, I just hit my punching bag downstairs and I feel all better. I’m not sure how many people know this (to me it’s pretty obvious), but often I enjoy spanking, flogging, whipping, strapping more than I do sex. Don’t get me wrong. I love having someone licking my pussy, but I get off so much more when I have a striking instrument in my hand. On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being the highest - spanking is a 10. Sex is a 9 or 9.5.

I often debate the phrase, “safe, sane, consensual” — because I’ve always thought all of us have some level of insanity within us. I have yet to meet an individual who is completely sane. And besides, if someone is “normal” and “sane” then I sort of assume the person is more on the vanilla side. After all, what sane person wants to be suspended up in the air and beaten upside down with a nettles plant? (And there are people who do!) Speaking of nettles, that’s some pretty scary stuff. I’ve masturbated to some of that on the OWK where people were tortured with nettles, but I’m not so sure I’d want to be the one inflicting the pain with that. If it touches me, I’ll be screaming just like them. That’s pretty extreme and I haven’t met anyone personally who likes it cause it’s so obscure.

Instead of safe, sane, consensual (also known as ssc), I like this better:

Legal, no permanent body damage, kinky and rational, and if you don’t consent, then leave.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t believe in torturing people (I am extremely against that not only on a personal level but on a global level) and I certainly don’t believe in holding people against their will. However, what I say goes. If someone thinks I’m too extreme or pushing them to the edge (which I love to do), then they know where the door is. The word “safe” is kind of weird for me. I understand the intention behind it and I agree to an extent. If the word “safe” implies boundaries, then I can agree. However if the word “safe” implies that I’ll never dangerously brainwash you, then I’m guilty. But it’s only cause I know the person likes it. Speaking of safe words, the only time I’ve had a submissive/slave use a safe word with me has been at play parties because I usually don’t know the person and aren’t familiar with their tolerance level. But none of My personal subs or slaves has ever used a safe word with me. For their protection, I set safety words in place and will comply fully, but I’m very good at reading a person’s body language and usually know how far they can withstand the pain and push them to the brink of what they can stomach. Is it safe? Technically, yes. Is brainwashing safe? Well, that’s a whole different journal entry. If safety is the opposite of danger, would you agree that we all do things with some element of danger? Danger can be fun, right? Is it safe to hang upside down? It is safe to bungee jump? Is it safe to jump out of a helicopter? Is it safe to keep George W in office while we lose $270 million a day? Is it safe to streak naked outside? It all depends on who you ask. We all have different responses to different situations.

People sometimes fail to understand me or where I’m coming from. I don’t blame them really. I’m a complex person with many sides of me who equally fight for attention. Sometimes I say things that, at times, can be oxymorons to my own beliefs - or worse, sometimes my beliefs conflict with other beliefs. For instance, how can I be a human rights activist and be anti-torture… but I love tying people up and whipping them with huge amounts of pain? Sure, the latter is consensual. But what if the person is screaming “stop, please that hurts” (not the safe word) — that usually just turns me on more and I keep going (in fact, sometimes I command the person to say those types of things to me cause it really turns me on). Yeah. That’s a pretty contradicting belief, isn’t it?

But yeah, I get off on pain. In fact, sometimes when I watch porn, sometimes I don’t even care what’s going on in the video. I just shut my eyes and listen. I’m more auditory than visual/kinesthetic and really love to hear the pain. The gasps of breath. The agony. The hesitation before the scream. The yells that sometimes happen before the strike if the Domme pretends to wack them.

I dream of the day I have someone chained, locked up, and tied for extended periods of time who I can just beat at a moment’s notice - with or without reason, and them let them down when I want my pussy licked. Of course, in my head, that’s the perfect scenario… but I kinda like a slave I can talk to and have fun with as well. After all, I’m looking for a slave, not a punching bag. It’s nice to have someone with whom I can show my affection. It’s all about a mutual bond.

Love
Isabella
xoxoxoxo

Last Day of Erotic Hypnosis for Charity

Published on October 13, 2007 in Journal posts. 0 Comments

First of all I want to thank everyone who kindly donated to the ALS Association (Indiana Chapter) to help people with Lou Gehrig’s disease. When I first started, I had doubts that I could raise half a thousand dollars because I didn’t think I could get people to show interest in giving to charity, but I set my initial goal at $700 because I like to challenge myself. Within the first 24 hours you all helped me exceed that goal which blew my mind. And in a very short amount of time, that goal was exceeded many times over!

As of the time of this writing, over $3500 of erotic hypnosis recordings have been given away online (and through submitted checks and money orders through the mail). (And a couple emails were sent from people who convinced their workplaces to match contributions as well.) You all rock! Thank you for helping contribute to charity with me and for your support!

Check out the link below to donate and track how many people have donated so far (online only)!

***Link Removed — Offer Expired***

P.S. My cleaning lady, Jenny, is going to be walking with me and she has about a dozen members of her family who are walking with her (one of them has the disease). She’s asked me to be a part of her walking group so I won’t walk alone (how sweet). She even bought me a matching tie-dyed shirt to match her family. I politely thanked her, although it will take a lot of pride-swallowing for me to dress like everyone else. But I’ll do it. I didn’t wear the charity shirt at the Breast Cancer Awareness Walk last week (come on, it was a pink shirt). But I’ll wear the tie-dyed one for this Lou Gehrig’s Disease Walk to show my support. I must admit, I don’t really like the idea of wearing “team shirts” but considering this is for charity, I’ll just bite the bullet and show a little humility. Woah - ME? Humble? *shock* Besides, it’s only for a few hours… then I can dawn on my latex afterwards ;)

Harley

Published on October 12, 2007 in Journal posts. 28 Comments

I’ve decided to give myself a goal. When I lose another 50 pounds, I am going to buy a small Harley Davidson bike. I am so excited about it too because I’ve dreamed of having my own Harley (not just any bike, but a Harley) since I was a small child. Unfortunately, my father’s friend got into a severe accident which broke his spleen and pelvis and since then dad stopped riding his bike. Since then, he swore he would never encourage us kids to bike. Apparently his friend was the one who trained him to ride and was VERY safe and cautious, but another driver on the road didn’t see him (this was in L.A. traffic on a busy street) so my dad always said, “It doesn’t matter how safe you are, it doesn’t mean other drivers are.” Over the past few weeks or so, my dad has sort of opened up about that accident and it seems the two of us share the same passion for riding. I never knew that. He’s a very closed person so for him to open up has really opened my eyes a little bit. This week he showed signs of supporting me if I chose to ride but emphasized safety.

Today I went into the Bloomington Harley Davidson store cause I wanted to get my former sister-in-law some baby gifts since she just had a baby boy. My intention was JUST to buy some baby jackets and baby leather clothes (hey, I want her baby to be just like me, come on now)… but when I walked in there - and saw the chrome - the bikes, the smell of leather all around… I swear, it felt like my mind opened up to a whole new world of possibilities. My only goal right now is to save up for my first Harley bike.

In April, I’m signing up to take riding lessons (I could take them next week, but I want to get mentally prepared since I am practically jumping out of my skin right now) and by May I’ll have my bike license. Get ready folks, I’m gonna be a true dyke on a bike hehe. From now until April, I’m going to save up for leather pants, boots, gloves, helmet, etc - as well as start reading stuff online about safety and stuff. I’ve wanted to ride a bike since I was 8 years old and it almost seems surreal I’ll actually be doing this. If any of you are bike enthusiasts, I’d love to hear your stories (the good and the bad) so I can know more of what to expect. So many people tell me, “Everyone crashes.” So in my head, I’m already thinking that, but it seems so morbid. Any positive re-enforcement? Or is it really that scary? To me, it seems like the perfect way to feel total independence from the world in times where I just want to feel the power of a bike under my beautiful ass.

And I must say, for the first time in a YEAR of living here, I’ve finally found a group of people I *truly* fit in with — and not just that, but they’re open-minded and carefree and completely non-judgemental, which is what I’ve been craving since my move. My ex-girlfriend Erika would be so proud of me right now. She’s been begging me to get a Harley for years, and I always told her I was afraid of crashing or wrecking like my father did. But I am not going to live in fear. I am going to do this damnit.

Here are the baby clothes I bought for Michelle’s little boy:

Love
Isabella
xoxoxo

Having fun with John Holmes

Published on October 12, 2007 in Journal posts. 5 Comments

Here I am with John Holmes the Porn Cat just playing around. I swear, he makes me laugh for hours. I just love him so much.

Love
Isabella
xoxoxoxo

Slave duty

Published on October 11, 2007 in Journal posts. 9 Comments

** Update: Already found someone **

I’m seeking a submissive or a slave (female or male) who is willing to do me a favor. I have a recording called “Love Spell” which was released approx. 2 years ago and it desperately needs to be re-recorded and remastered. Who is willing to listen to the entire recording and spend a few hours writing every word that I said on the recording so I can re-read the script and add some new stuff? The whole thing needs to be redone and it would save me a day’s worth of work if someone would listen to the mp3 and re-write whatever I said in the recording. Things I don’t like about the recording: you can hear me swallowing between statements, lips making sounds cause I was too close to mic, too much reverb, and some of the phrases would have had a stronger impact re-worded differently. So that’s my reason behind it.

Anyone willing to do it? Come forth, come forth. My only requirement is that you not have other priorities going on (family, work, travel, etc.) because I need this relatively soon. The quicker the better. Whoever helps me out will not only receive a free copy of the remastered version, but you’ll earn good favor with me (which is pretty darn difficult) and may receive another free mp3 in the future.

Love
Isabella
xoxoxo

Indiana Sweatshirt

Published on October 11, 2007 in Journal posts. 13 Comments

This post is dedicated to the beautiful deidre who still has trouble remembering the difference between Illinois and Indiana. Good way to remember it: Isabella/Indiana both start with I and end with a. It still makes me laugh because once she took the wrong airplane to visit me and flew to Bloomington, Illinois instead of Bloomington, Indiana. We just got off the phone and she admitted the two states still confuse her. So I’m sporting my Indiana sweatshirt so she’ll always remember :)

I’m not smoking, I’m blowing a kiss… can you tell?

Closeup of my lips…

Illinois?

No more bird seed in the birdfeeder. Gotta get some more. By the way my sweatshirt is several sizes too big. It was tight when I first bought it. Wow what a difference. It’s too comfortable to throw away though.

Pointing at the shirt so you never forget. Indiana. Indiana. Indiana.

I love picking on you, hon ;)
Love
Isabella
xoxoxo

Goddess Opinion

Published on October 11, 2007 in Journal posts. 13 Comments

Every male in the world needs to wear a chastity device. Anyone born with a penis really, truly needs to be locked up and denied. It’s not necessarily that men suck (well they do), it’s just that women are that much more superior. Oh wait, I take that back. Women are not more superior than men. *I* am more superior than men.

Goddesses are more superior than men because We defy their idiotic mentalities of normalcy and oversexed desires to excessively masturbate while drooling over Us. My next recording will be all about chastity, that’s for sure. Two very obedient boys helped write and edit the script and I’ve spent the last few nights altering it to fit My style. This is the first script that involved three people in it’s creation process. I trust you all will be happy with it.

I gotta warn you, though. In the recording, I speak very condescendingly towards men (kinda like I do in real life). Can you blame me? I’ve yet to meet anyone from the male species who is on the same level as me. Not just that, but I’ve really come to the conclusion that most men actually *think* they’re smart. It’s quite funny. Anyone who has a smelly, limp, hairy tail between their thighs is more like a monkey than a human. I don’t think men have finished evolving yet and are still “behind the times” in evolution and that’s why most of them are so stupid. George W should wear a chastity device (one with the Points of Intrigue) so I can watch him writhe in pain while he’s speaking. Every politician, no matter what political party, should wear a chastity device. Every male policeman (especially policemen), lecturer, teacher, tv news anchor, or anyone who pretends to assume any position of power… really… truly needs to be under My control cause they are the lower gender and should grovel on their knees and beg to be seen and heard.

Women that have smart mouths should be locked up in chastity devices too for that matter. Goddesses are more superior than females and always will be. Gender is irrelevant to me. I am above them all.

I swear… I wish the outside world were the “fantasy world” that exists within My head. If anyone ever has conflict with Me, I could simply point My finger to the floor and say, “Kneel, you fucker.” And I could proceed to give them a sharp kick in the ass with My stiletto boots and they would learn their lesson and cry in the corner with their thumbs in their butts.

But sadly, the real world doesn’t revolve around Me (yet). Still working on that, folks.

Love
Isabella
xoxoxo

Candle Magic Photos

Published on October 10, 2007 in Journal posts. 8 Comments

Here are some photos from the video mentioned in previous entry. These weren’t part of the video itself, however they may be part of another video that was previously filmed.


Love
Isabella
xoxoxo

New free video

Published on October 10, 2007 in Journal posts. 12 Comments

Last Thursday I made a video and never got around to posting it, however today is as good as any to put it online. The message is the same and it’s classic any day if the year.

It’s a candid video blog titled “Outside the Box” which is sort of an interesting philosophical speech on my beliefs when it comes to thinking outside the box, whether it be talking about candle magic, universal properties, quantum physics, parallel universes, or infinite possibilities.

Hopefully it won’t be over anyone’s heads cause I gave everyday examples in which people could relate. My beliefs may differ from the status quo, but hey, that’s why you all love about me, so here ya go.

Watch the 24 minute “Outside the Box” video - FREE here

I’d love to hear your thoughts on this whether you disagree or agree.

Love
Isabella
xoxoox

Erotic Hypnosis MP3: Loving Cuckold

Published on October 9, 2007 in . 0 Comments

Erotic Hypnosis MP3: Loving Cuckold

This beautiful mp3 is designed for married men who love the idea of their wives cheating on them with other partners. This is a very loving recording that encourages you to let your wife have freedom by having sex with other men. Special arousing triggers and post-hypnotic suggestions increase your ability to accept your wife being pleasured by someone else.

Honor your wife by being devoted completely to her while you give her permission to cheat over and over again. Show her how much you love her by helping her pick out dates for her. Finally admit to yourself that perhaps other men are sexually satisfying her in ways you cannot. You are a good, faithful husband because you let her have freedom to fuck anyone she wants.

Fetishes include:
Erotic hypnosis, cuckolding, arousal triggers, post-hypnotic suggestions, wife sleeping with another man, oral sex on your wife after she’s been fucking, learning to accept her with other people, helping her find dates with other men, asking your wife what she’d like (or who she’d like), etc.

Play free sample below

Format: MP3 Download
Sound Quality: Professional First-Rate
Vocal Sound Effects: No
Prop Sound Effects: No
Soft Background Music: Yes
Overdubbing Vocals: No
Length: 34 minutes, 47 seconds
Zip File Size: Approx. 34 MB
Price: $35.00

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Erotic Hypnosis MP3: Bewitched

Published on October 9, 2007 in . 0 Comments


Erotic Hypnosis MP3: Bewitched

Isabella Valentine and Mistress Alexandra team up as two evil witches who love nothing more than to steal your soul as they give you poisonous potions designed to have powerful effects on your body that you may not like. Who knows, you might get a rash on your hand that prevents you from masturbating, or perhaps We might give you a potion that burns your genitals, or freezes them into cute little blue balls. Of course, it’s only that much more amusing for Us!

Be a slave to our witch worship and be prepared to feel aroused by triggers, pain from our potions, and pleasure from Our words. We’ll trick and treat you until eventually the smoke from Our cauldron pulls the man seed out of your penis without you even having to touch yourself. But beware, if you cum, your soul will be Ours forever!

Personal note: This is more like a fun hypnotic roleplay than it is “true” hypnosis. However, if you like witches and spellcasting, then you’ll be sure to enjoy this.

Fetishes include:
Erotic hypnosis, slavery, worship, poison/drug, trickery, witchcraft, chants, soul stealing, soul ownership, good witch/bad witch, nipple play, CBT, triggers, and cumming without hands.

Play free sample below

Format: MP3 Download
Sound Quality: Professional First-Rate
Vocal Sound Effects: No
Prop Sound Effects: Yes
Soft Background Music: Yes
Overdubbing Vocals: Yes
Length: 33 minutes, 28 seconds
Zip File Size: Approx. 32 MB
Price: $35.00

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Erotic Hypnosis MP3: Skeptical Slave

Published on October 8, 2007 in . 0 Comments

Erotic Hypnosis MP3: Skeptical Slave

This mp3 is designed for all genders - women welcome!

Eject your mind and enter Isabella. Whether you are a skeptic or a slave or a skeptic slave, the reason you are here is because hypnosis fascinates you. So give in to the overwhelming feeling of submission and allow yourself total pleasure by submitting to Me. Submit to My words, My commands, My voice and give up your power and control.

This mp3 is a private psychological experiment to see how many of you are willing to trust and obey me. Keep in mind this mp3 has purely innocent triggers and commands and is only here to give you pleasure. There is no trickery or manipulation of any sort.

As some of you may already know, I have other mp3s (and videos) that have evil intentions, whether there are suggestions to send me money, gifts, or even your soul. However, none of those things are in this recordings.

There’s no point trying to resist when deep down you know you’ve always been a submissive, a slave, or a humble servant. It’s just a part of who you are. So stop trying to be tough and strong and just admit that I’m your Mistress, your Goddess, your Powerful One you must obey.

This mp3 has one requirement: Must have a sheet of paper and pen (or other writing utensil) because these will be used during hypnosis.

Fetishes include:
Erotic hypnosis, submission, trust, obedience, instructive commands, arousal, quicksand, puppeteering, and treating you like a toy/robot, and helping you understand your place as a submissive and/or a slave.

Play free sample below (Use stereo headphones!)

Format: MP3 Download
Sound Quality: Professional First-Rate
Vocal Sound Effects: None
Prop Sound Effects: No
Soft Background Music: No
Overdubbing Vocals: No
Length: 40 minutes 52 seconds
Zip File Size: Approx. 40 MB
Price: $35.00

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Erotic Hypnosis MP3: Body Takeover

Published on October 8, 2007 in . 0 Comments

Erotic Hypnosis MP3: Body Takeover

If you’ve ever watched the movie Being John Malkovich, then you’ll have a pretty good idea what I do in this mp3 recording. That’s right, you guessed it! I literally enter your brain and take over it.

I start off with reverse psychology and brain trickery to gradually enter your mind to “become you.” Imagine all the fun and ridiculous things I could do with your body if I possessed you! You can fight Me all you’d like, but I’m deep inside your head and can make your body do whatever I want it to do. Oh yeah, that’s right. You become My little puppet bitch slut. hahaha… and finally to mind fuck you even more near the end, I include samples from 10 different mp3s I’ve created and blend them together to totally make you obsessed with Me.

Don’t let Me in your head. I’m warning you.

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Fetishes include:
Erotic hypnosis, subconscious battle, small penis humiliation, embarrassing and humiliation situations, public humiliation, forced feminization and forced dressup, lesbianism, forced shaving, light blackmail, brain enslavement and possession, body possession, reverse psychology and confusion techniques, mind manipulation, brain trickery, post-hypnotic suggestions, orgasm command.

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Format: MP3 Download
Sound Quality: Professional First-Rate
Vocal Sound Effects: No
Prop Sound Effects: Yes
Soft Background Music: No
Overdubbing Vocals: Yes
Length: 30 minutes, 21 seconds
Zip File Size: Approx. 57 MB
Price: $35.00

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Free Hypnosis Video: Siren Spell

Published on October 8, 2007 in . 5 Comments

Free Erotic Hypnosis Video: Siren Spell

Isabella Valentine presents a hypnotic video in tribute to “Siren” fans around the world who used to watch the old Batman tv series. For those of you unfamiliar with the Siren, she would use a strong vocal note 2 octaves above high c and it would instantly hypnotize people to obey her every command. All of her commands were unethical and usually for some sort of financial gain (in one episode, she hypnotized Bruce Wayne to sign over his million-dollar estate).

Be forewarned, you will be commanded to follow an unethical suggestion dealing in financial domination. I wouldn’t be the Siren otherwise.

Download free video - right-click and “Save as” to your desktop. By downloading, you can make the video larger

Format: WMV
Length: approx. 4 minutes
Price: FREE
Size: 31 MB

Sex Music: Trance Me

Published on October 8, 2007 in . 0 Comments

Sex Music: Trance Me

I wrote this song because I know so many slaves and hypno fans out there can identify with this. I tried to imagine what a slave must feel like being on their knees before Me.

This mp3 is to the tune of “Break Me” by Jewel.

Note: This was just a fun cool karaoke recording. I am NOT the world’s greatest singer LOL hahaha

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Format: MP3
Sound Quality: Professional First-Rate
Length: 4 minutes
Price: FREE

Sex Music: My Crop Is Meant For You

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Sex Music: My Crop Is Meant For You

Isabella Valentine records a domination mp3 to the tune of “You Were Meant For Me” by Jewel. This is an ode to My search in finding a slavegirl.

Note: This was just a fun cool karaoke recording. I am NOT the world’s greatest singer LOL hahaha

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Format: MP3
Sound Quality: Professional First-Rate
Length: 4 minutes, 12 seconds
Price: FREE

Master NLP Practitioner

Published on October 7, 2007 in Journal posts. 4 Comments

Just booked my airline ticket. I’ll be in Kona, Hawaii (Big Island) from October 30th to November 19th (for 21 days) getting my Master Practitioner certification in Neuro-Linguistic Programming. I’m really excited about it because as many of you know, I’m already certified in NLP, but this new training will give me extensive education much further than what I’ve learned.

Many people have said to me (since July), “Wow your mp3s keep getting better and better. You must be doing something different.” Well, a lot of that I owe to my NLP training…. and now I’ll finally be a master. Woohoo!

Once I get certified as a master, I’ll also have enough hours of training to be eligible to become state-licensed as a hypnotist in the state of Indiana. That means I’ll be able to open my own practice in Indiana as a LICENSED hypnotist (not certified, but licensed - big difference). That means I can accept insurance and the state recognizes me as a practitioner of alternative medicine. Indiana is currently the only state in the entire U.S. that licenses hypnotists, so I am excited beyond belief to be able to get this. I’ve worked many years and received hundreds of hours of educational training and only now I’ll finally be recognized by the state.

My goal before my trip is to produce as many quality mp3s as possible so that you all have great material to keep you happy until I get back. I’m even considering bringing my mic, stand, and portable digital recorder with me so I can do some recordings from my hotel room in Hawaii. And since I’ll be in class with many other hypnotists and NLP practitioners, who knows - perhaps I can convince a few of them to record something with me. We’ll see. I can be quite persuasive when I want to be.

Love
Isabella
xoxooxo

Many topics, one entry

Published on October 6, 2007 in Journal posts. 5 Comments

This morning I participated in the Breast Cancer Awareness Walk in downtown Bloomington which was cool cause I met a lot of people and several folks brought their dogs and puppies to walk with them. That was really neat. I must admit I felt slightly out of place there, considering I didn’t really want to wear a pink t-shirt like everyone else and since I have some really naughty tattoos on my back, a lot of the elderly people seemed to stare at me quite a bit. I really felt “stared at” today which was really weird. Look people, I know I’m hot, but damn. *giggle*

I want to send a special thank you to a fan who goes by the name “hypnotits” at Inraptured who manipulated one of my erotic hypnosis video titled “Don’t Watch” and transformed it into a neat little hypnotic piece. I really like it! It’s short, but very effective I think. He also created the music himself! Here is the video he produced:

Isabella Short Hypno Video

Also, today I received an invitation to a neighborhood Halloween/Fall Potluck. As you all know from a recent journal entry, I discussed how out of place I felt at last year’s neighborhood Christmas party. I just thought I didn’t fit in with everyone. Now I have the opportunity of going again, this time to a different neighbor’s house. I must admit I am anxious, nervous, and overwhelmed with thoughts at the moment. If I don’t go, I’ll be the black sheep of the neighborhood (or am I already?) and people will think I am being disrespectful. Especially since the people who invited me live RIGHT next door to me. They wave at me every time I see them and they know I work at home and will be there that day, so they *know* I have no excuses. And if I *do* go, then I fear it will be just like last year where all the chatter and clicking of glasses was like a scene out of the Twilight Zone. Don’t get me wrong, the neighbors are nice. None of them have shown any meanness or uncaring attitudes. The problem is, it all feels fake to me. It’s like something out of the movie The Truman Show or something. It truly feels like everyone is plastic and they respond the way they ought to respond, rather than giving true opinions.

I’m curious what some of them believe in terms of human rights, torture in different countries, the 2008 Olympics, and how many of them help charities since they obviously have enough money to spare. Perhaps I am just as guilty as stereotyping them without getting to them, however I often get the feeling I am on Candid Camera or something and all my neighbors are actors and actresses and I am the unknowing party who is about to be tricked. If any of you went to a party and everyone there was picture perfect and walked around like brainless zombies, wouldn’t you be a little scared to go next time? I truly would feel much more comfortable if EVERYONE was wearing latex, rubber, pvc, or leather. That’s right. I wish, just for a moment, that all my neighbors were slaves and Dommes and each one of them had collars around their necks or leashes in their hands. It’s an unlikely scenario, however - that’s probably the only true situation I’d feel the most comfortable. At least then I could dress the way I like and talk in vulgar language and bitchslap people who annoy me.

I’ve felt that over the past few months, I’ve grown increasingly uncomfortable around straight, vanilla people. It feels as though I’ve been dropped out of my dungeon world and dropped into a living catalog of Sears models and people with picture-perfect lives. At least when I was heavier and far more obese, people wouldn’t stare at me like they do now (they ignored me sometimes, but didn’t outright stare at me). The funny thing is, I feel fantastic and confident when I look in the mirror and love myself, however, the minute I step outside into Boringville - whether it be going to the mall or the grocery store, I feel like I’ve put this invisible shield over me that’s intended to protect me from caring what people think, but it’s all a show. I do care what people think. I always have. I hate it when people don’t like me cause I try so hard to be nice to others. I’ve been looking through bookstores for books that could help me develop thicker skin, but haven’t really felt anything. It seems the more popular I become on the internet, the more hateful things are said to me or about me (partly because people figure I’m a celebrity of sorts and therefore insults can be hurled and not have any personal effect on me). I admit I’m guilty of doing the same when it comes to reading about Jessica Simpson or Nicole Richie. Sometimes I’m secretly thrilled at seeing their misery, which is horrible of me to do. They are human beings too and haven’t deserved such negative thinking from me. I don’t even know them or met them (as many people don’t know me or met me either). I am curious how people (like Kimora Lee Simmons) can receive positive and negative feedback and reviews and not let things get to them. I really am curious. I mean sure people say, “You can’t please everyone,” or, “Just don’t let it bother you,” or, “Take it with a grain of salt. Their opinions shouldn’t matter.” But there has to be something or some specific WAY to develop that mentality. It surely doesn’t happen overnight.

It really is strange for me to have such a public life on the internet with literally, thousands of fans and clients — and then step out in the real world and not know a damn person. Or perhaps it’s the other way around, maybe no one really knows me.

I picked up a hitchhiker yesterday afternoon (I don’t make a habit out of picking up potentially dangerous strangers), partly because I was desperate to just talk to someone REAL for once. Oh he was real all right. He kinda freaked me out because he was uneducated, illiterate, and a bigot. He hates black people and said any white person who dates a black person is a N-lover. He also dropped out of school in 6th grade and is now 55 years old without a house, a job, or a car. He can barely read or write and had much difficulty understanding our conversation. He wanted a ride to Martinsville (20 miles from where we were and 10 miles further than I was going) and I agreed. He put his hand out to shake his hand and it appeared sun-parched, dirty, and had blisters on it. I told him I wouldn’t shake his hand but assured him I appreciated the offer (it looked nasty, I wasn’t touching it). He immediately got offended and I spent the next ten minutes assuring him that I trust him and it wasn’t a sign of disrespect and said I had worked in a hospital before and get freaked out with germs and stuff. We talked about hitchhiking and how dangerous it can be and I asked him to promise me that he would be careful when getting into people’s cars and he said, “I don’t make promises,” and I told him that his statement offended me. He replied with, “Well now we’re even.” So we offended each other, basically.

When I finally dropped him off, he asked, “How much do I owe you?” And I said, “I got it, it’s my treat.” And he angrily said, “I don’t understand. What treat?” And I said, “It’s on me, I got it.” And he grew more frustrated because he didn’t understand the terminology and said, “What’s on you? What game are you trying to play?” And I said, “I don’t want anything from you. When someone says it’s their treat, it means they’re buying.” And he replied with, “I don’t understand. How much do you want?” At this point, I truly believed this guy was the dumbest idiot I had ever met and bluntly and sarcastically said, “You owe zero dollars.” He grew a big ole grin on his face and smiled and said thank you and left. I sat their dumfounded.

So um, even though I didn’t like the guy AND he stunk up my car cause I don’t think he took a bath in weeks — at least it made me feel as though the whole town wasn’t plastic. I don’t think The Truman Show would have hired him. So now I officially believe I am not living on the set of some wacked-out movie. Unless of course, he was a fired actor who happened to be roaming on the set.

More pics from today:

Standing up:

A cool watch from Hot Topic sent by a customer via the Siren:

Lying down:

I wanna hang someone from one of my beams, but I’m not sure if they’re designed for that. I guess I’ll have to call a contractor or something and see how sturdy they are.

I’ve got so many stretchmarks on my abdomen, it’s ridiculous. The photo shows some, but the closeup shows way more.


Click here to see closeup of stretchmarks

Love
Isabella
xooxoxo

Has everyone gone mad?

Published on October 5, 2007 in Journal posts. 6 Comments

*edit: This post was actually a running joke, considering that I made a video called “Siren Spell” where I hypnotized people to buy me things, then gave them amnesia afterwards. Apparently some people who commented in my journal either missed the joke or didn’t see the video*

Why are people sending me gifts that say, “The Siren Made Me Do it,” on the gift card? I don’t understand. Who is the Siren? Why am I getting all these wonderful gifts? I am so confused. I’ve received two pairs gold and white gold earrings, lots of books (all my textbooks are bought and paid for now), computer software, lotions, soaps, necklaces, cds, dvds, a watch, clothes and fetish items like a whip and a riding crop. But why?

I don’t know who the Siren is, but tell her I said thank you. Whatever she told you to do was really cool cause I’m reaping all the benefits. I am shocked, honored, flattered, and blown away by everyone’s generosity… but I’m confused why you’re all doing it.

I guess what confuses me the most is that no one is signing their names or giving a “reason” for sending these which is soooo odd. All they’re writing is, “The Siren Made Me Do it.” With no name. No contact info. Nothing. It’s so bizarre. And they were all gift-wrapped too! So not only are these anonymous people being generous with their money, but they’re paying extra to have it gift-wrapped as well. Has everyone gone mad? WHO IS THE SIREN??? WHY is she making people do this? Why are people sending me generous gifts in the mail in this fashion. I am shocked.

By the way, when I went to the UPS Store today, the lady at the counter watched me open many of the gifts (she knows what I do for a living) and she said, “Why are these people putting this on there? Do you think the Siren is another word for penis or vagina? That’s all I can think of.” And I looked at her with a totally innocent, precious, guiltless look on my face said, “You know what, that could be it.”

A few gifts (but not all of them by a long shot):

Love
Isabella
xoxoxox

A trip to the Oliver Winery

Published on October 5, 2007 in Journal posts. 16 Comments

Every morning I bicycle to the Oliver Winery and ride around several miles and this time I brought along my camera because there is always a huge spider I pass on the way there. I photographed it below (I think it’s a yellow and black argiope garden spider but I could be wrong). I think it’s the biggest spider I’ve ever seen in my life and I’m *terrified* of spiders, but due to it’s beautiful underbelly, I got as close as possible to take a nice shot. As soon as the shot was taken, I fled for dear life.

Afterwards I walked around through the vineyard and saw lots of green grapes growing off the vines. Very beautiful.

Love
Isabella
xooxoxo

The Isabella Castle

Published on October 5, 2007 in Journal posts. 11 Comments

Come peek inside my living space…

This is the hallway…

Living room and lounge area (ceilings are 30 feet high on one area and 15 feet on the other):

One of the guest bedroom upstairs (It’s bigger than photo appears, I couldn’t fit the whole room in the shot):

Recording studio (It’s much bigger than photo appears. There is also a library, two huge luscious chairs and two giant ottomons not shown in photo):

Master bedroom (It’s much bigger than photo appears. I could only fit so much in the shot. The ceilings are 30 feet high and has 3 full dressers, 3 nightstands, a tv, and enough walking space to do exercises):

The spa:

The gym:

Small upstairs guest bathroom:

Photos not shown: Brainwashing Room (unfinished), Master Bathroom and 2 other bathrooms, patio, garage, breakfast area, Dungeon/Dining Room area (unfinished)

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Thanks for peeking into my kingdom hehe

Love
Isabella
xooxox