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Hair Dye Adventure

Last night Jenna and I dyed our hair. I dyed mine a shade more golden than my natural hair color… and she dyed hers a shade more auburn than her natural color. While the dye was working its way through our hair, we went outside in our pajamas and nighties and sat on towels on the driveway. It was quite an interesting experience to sit outside when it was 35 degrees with a “frost advisory” while we sat on the towels hoping deer would cross the street. It must have been nearly 25 minutes that we sat out there before our fingers turned numb and we went back inside for warmth. All in all, I’m grateful my hair color turned out all right. I also trimmed it a bit in the bathroom and clipped the dead ends and uneven parts. So my hair is slightly shorter and a tad bit brighter than usual.

Here are pics taken in the wee hours of the morning:

Isabella Valentine erotic hypnosis

Isabella Valentine Erotic Hypnosis

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Recording studio pics

Here are some new photos taken in front of the microphone. They look pretty similar, but I’m posting all of them because I’m having trouble deciding which ones are the best ones to post. Which one(s) are your favorite? I’d like to put one or two on my site and it’s a little challenging to decide which ones connect with the audience, if any.

Erotic Hypnosis with Isabella Valentine

Erotic Hypnosis with Isabella Valentine

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Sexual Hypnosis Fantasy

Sexual Hypnosis Fantasy

Love
Isabella
xoxoxoox

Miscellaneous stuff

Where do I start?

Food Update
Ok so some people have been asking me how my first week went with my new vegan lifestyle and it actually caught me by surprise cause I didn’t expect people to really care. I mean, in the past, I would have kind of rolled my eyes if someone told me they were going to start eating only vegan food. It has now been 7 complete days since I gave up dairy and meat products. Ironically, I *gained* 6.5 pounds in the first 3 days (I can only guess that my body was in shock as it got rid of bad toxins) and my fat percentage went up by two percent. Since then, I’ve managed to drop 1-2 pounds, but in essence - so far… this new vegan way of eating has contributed to an unexpected weight gain. Not cool. I still haven’t told my personal consultant at Jenny Craig about my new lifestyle, which I should cause she’s left a million messages on my machine asking where I am and if I am ok. I suppose it’s time I talk to the folks at JC and see if they can help me transition and still maintain a diet WHILE going completely vegan. I am not giving up. I’m doing this for a serious cause and it means a great deal to me to maintain this. And I’ve spent, now, over $700 (in just a freaking week) on healthy food, condiments, snacks, drinks, etc. mostly cause I had no idea what I would like, so I bought a little of everything.

As far as the food itself, I’ve developed a taste for tofu (who knew?) and enjoy many meatless products, (still eating fruits and veggies, that part hasn’t changed), and dairy-less cheese. At first the fake cheese was really gross and I practically spit it out, but then I found another brand and it is sooo yummy. Sometimes it’s all about the brand. Soy milk has become my best friend (I like the original) and original rice milk is also very good. Soy Dream brand ice cream is fucking delicious. And vegan cookies, brownies, etc. Wow! Now I just have to learn how to turn it into a diet instead of just scarfing my face with food and stop telling myself that just cause it’s healthy doesn’t mean it’s fat-free. Apparently, I’m not eating in moderation (hell, it’s so good I just want to eat all day) so I have to cut back or at least alter a few things on my daily menu. The folks at JC can surely help with that. That’s what I pay them for.

So there’s only one mistake I made and it was last night. I bought a pack of veggies for steaming (broccoli, cauliflower, carrots) and it was one of those steamable microwavable things in the bag and I assumed they were just vegetables but there was a little butter in it and I didn’t realize it until after I ate it. And I had been reading ingredients SO CAREFULLY up until then. So I messed up a little by having the butter mixed in the bag. Next time I won’t get that and will steam regular vegetables without a bag and add my own dairyless margarine. I bought my first steamer and have yet to use it.

Lost in a Jigsaw
At Barnes n Noble (don’t tell my dad cause he works at Borders and he’ll freak if he knew I bought a product from his rival bookstore), I bought a jigsaw puzzle that is this cool maze. It won Puzzle of the Year last year and truly is challenging. All the pieces are shaped the same way, so they all fit each other. And the puzzle itself IS a maze and you can’t actually put the pieces together unless you know what direction you need to move. And although it comes with a photo of the maze, it’s still closed and intact. I’m the kind of person that won’t open the photo key unless I absolutely *have* to and I figure that since I’ve come this far, I may as well leave the photo key closed. Haven’t peaked at it once. It’s actually way more fun to do knowing I’m doing it without a photo or knowing how it’s supposed to come together.

Here is a photo of the unfinished puzzle:

Friendly kitty
John Holmes the Porn Cat loves me a little bit too much. He leaves his love marks all over my arms and hands. I clipped his nails shorter, but they still draw blood when he gets happy. I love how feisty he gets.

Here is a photo of his friendliness:

Thanks for the crystal lamp
I love the salt crystal lamp that Floralessence bought me. He also bought me another gift, which I love - and this lamp lights up the room so peacefully. One thing I love about Floralessence is that every Sunday, he gives me his weekly tithe, like people do at church. He’s been doing it every week for months and months and months and months. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s given over a thousand dollars in tithes and offerings. I truly am a blessed Goddess. Thank you for your kindness :)
Here is a photo of me with the lamp:



Love
Isabella
xxooxox

Erotic Hypnosis MP3: Taste My Feet

Erotic Hypnosis MP3: Taste My Feet

Experience the beautiful seduction of Isabella’s voice as you drift into a hypnotic trance. Kiss My powerful legs, thighs, and sensual feet as I tease your body and mind. Imagine Me wearing a pair of Cuban stockings as your mouth gently glides over My feet. And I do enjoy having My feet worshipped, kissed, massaged… and mmmm a tongue bath feels so sexy to Me.

Who knows where My feet might go or what I’ll do to tease you, but one thing is certain. You will find it hard to resist opening your mouth and obeying every command to please Me. I love to be pleased, which is why you must taste My feet and do it right… listen to My voice and follow My words into a special hypnotic place where My legs, My feet, My stockings are all you desire.

Fetishes include:

Erotic hypnosis, Cuban stockings, leg worship, foot worship, stocking worship, toe licking, tongue bath, and submission.

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Length: 37 minutes, 28 seconds
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NLP Hypnosis: Escape

NLP Hypnosis: Escape

NLP Hypnosis - Escape

Do you want to feel incredible? Then you will enjoy this recording. Everyone deserves to escape sometimes - to a different place… a different world… where your mind comes alive and takes you where only YOU know you belong.

This mp3 is a combination of hypnosis and NLP using highly effective language techniques to give you the freedom and independence to achieve what you want.

Have you ever wanted to feel loved? It’s ok to be curious about beauty and energy. Feel strength, power, even confidence within the love of your own mind. Experience all the thing YOU want as I guide you to that special hypnotic place.

This recording is designed for all genders and can even be used for couples. Whether you are a die-hard hypno fan or even a first-time buyer, this can please practically anyone. This doesn’t have any adult-related content but leaves room for interpretation within your own mind.
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Length: 42 minutes
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Erotic Hypnosis MP3: Cage Confinement

Erotic Hypnosis MP3: Cage Confinement

Brainwashing Cage

People often ask Me, “If I were in your brainwashing cage in real life, what kind of things would you say or do?”

Imagine… you are bound in leather from head to toe… you taste a rubber gag in your mouth… you want to peek through your blindfold… desperate to listen to Me, but… a hood covers your ears…. you listen for the faintest sound of footsteps but instead hear the clicking of padlocks as buckles are locked in place… and you begin to ask yourself… what is Isabella doing to me?

Within this cage confinement, you are taught to obey. Always obey. You cook for Me, clean for Me, exercise for Me - and the only pleasure you receive is in serving Me.

I suppose this session can be too intense for some people, and I understand. But for those lucky few who have served Me in real life and have been bound and tied within My cage, then this may be sound erotically familiar.

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Erotic Hypnosis MP3: Video Grab Bag

Erotic Hypnosis MP3: Video Grab Bag

Video Grab Bag

I’ve always wondered what would happen if I dangled a mysterious product in front of someone as they look up at Me, no samples or descriptions… Hmmm… the suspense! What could I possibly be toying in front of your mind right now? And do you trust Me enough to buy it?

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Taste My Feet

My website has a fresh new look at IsabellasRecordings.com! I think it goes well with the holidays, without the need for christmas trees, nativity scenes, santa claus, reindeer, or candy canes. Sometimes just a few swirls are all it needs.

Also I have just released “Taste My Feet” - a new erotic hypnosis mp3. And as always, a free audio sample is included. Enjoy!

Love
Isabella
xoxoox

P.S. If you still see the old site, simply delete your cookies or refresh the page ;-)

I want to kiss Kate Winslet

You know how kids at the Make a Wish foundation get to have one wish?

Well, if I had just one wild wish. Just one… it would be:

I want to kiss Kate Winslet. She represents everything I like in another woman. And anytime I see a movie with her in it, I always envy the person who gets to kiss her, hold her face, pull her close, hold her hand, etc. She actually looks like a good kisser. I know it sounds weird, but you know how sometimes you can look at a person and tell if they can kiss good or not? Well Kate - I swear. Watch her. That girl knows how to kiss the person she is with - male or female, and it shows. Whenever a costar leans in for a kiss, I always pretend it’s me… edge of my seat… wondering, waiting, curious if she’ll lean in too or what chemistry there will be in the kiss. She never disappoints.

I’m not talking about one of those ridiculous porn-star makeout sessions where tongues are touching outside mouths because that’s worse than watching slobbering dogs. No. I want one of those toe-curling, spine-tingling, passionate kisses that seems to last an hour. In my dreams, I hold the back of her head, feel her soft hair in my fingers, taste the warmth of her tongue, feel her perfect weight on my lap as I stare deeply into her eyes. The way she smiles melts me.

And of course, in my wildest dreams, we do even more than that. But just a kiss, just one kiss would be so much more than I could ever hope for. Kate. Kate. Kate. She’s phenomenal. And sexy as well. She’s so fucking real, so beautiful, raw, talented, and incredibly breathtaking.

If any of you happen to know her personally, feel free to tell her about my one wish ;)

*crosses fingers*

Love
Isabella
xooxox

P.S. I often fantasize that one day I’ll find a female partner who stares at me the way she stares at her co-stars. If you’ve ever watched her on screen, you know what I’m talking about.

Kindness

A long time ago, when I was perhaps 14 or 15 years old… I was poor, broke, and dressed in mismatched clothes. And truth be told, I felt really bad about myself because I couldn’t afford nice things. One day a lady from church named Barbara decided to take me under her wings. She said she saw potential in me. This was coming during a time when I was going through my grunge faze of hand-me down clothes and wore raggedy, dirty things. She was a lady in her 40s who decided to spend time and money just making me feel good. We went from clothing store to clothing store, trying clothes on and every time I tried on an outfit, a grin would shoot across my face and I just felt better as a person. She picked out new shoes for me, several pairs. And spent hundreds of dollars on “making me over.” She took me out to dinner, spoiled me like a princess, and taught me how to dress. She showed me how to get my hair done, let me experience my first manicure and pedicure, and I even discovered the first use of a cell phone (this was one of those big bulky monster phones). I was in awe of her. When the night was coming to an end, we sat in the car silently. I remember feeling completely overwhelmed, grateful, thankful, and honored that this woman who really didn’t know me - spent so much money and time on me for no other reason than to make me feel good. I looked at her and said, “How can I ever repay you?” I had never been so serious in my life. I wanted to give back to her but I had no money and nothing to offer. She said to me, “When the time is right, you’ll do the same for someone else.”

Her words have stayed with me for over a decade and every year I try my best to give back to ONE person and make their life just a little sweeter, like she did for me. Just having new clothes gave me so much more self-confidence and made me appreciate myself more when looking in the mirror, which in turn, made the world around me seem that much better.

Today I decided to spoil my housekeeper, Jenny. Now keep in mind that Jenny works her tail off. She works so much, that she would work in her sleep if you let her. She is constantly in a state of worry - worrying about the kids, worrying about the grandkids, worrying about her husband, worrying about cleanliness of her house, food on the table, errands, doing this, doing that, having no time for HER, etc. I asked her when was the last time she had spent time just relaxing… and she fought back tears. She said, “I don’t have time to relax. I have work to do!” And that’s ALWAYS her answer. In the past, I bought her a day at the spa and she never used it, because she said, “I don’t have time!” Everyday, she complains about being tired, exhausted, stressed, worn out, drained, etc. It’s been the same story every day. For almost 17 years, she has neglected to spend time on HER, whether it be lack of free time or her knack of always putting others before herself. So when she came over today and I gave her 5 bags of food that either had sugar, milk, or meat products within them — she had no idea that my agenda was to practically kidnap her and force her to have some fun.

I spent a good 10 minutes convincing her that she deserves to have fun. She came up with every excuse such as “I have to be somewhere,” or “I haven’t taken a shower,” or “I can’t have fun, I need to work!” (I swear, that’s what she said). It took quite a bit of persuading, I must say. I could tell by her body language that she felt undeserving of fun and eventually she admitted she never felt it was ok for her to just enjoy herself. A little reframing helped her mindset. I said, “Jenny, you deserve to spend time on you.” The first time I said it, she shrugged it off and gave another excuse. This time I looked her square in the eyes and said, “Jenny, you deserve to spend time on you.” And she looked slightly hesitant but I could tell I was getting through to her. When she tried to say something again, I said to her, “Jenny, we both know how hard you work. Your family knows how hard you work. How much work do you need to do until you are satisfied?” And she said, “I’m never satisfied.” And I said, “How much better will you feel when you actually come home with a smile on your face and feel energy?” And she said, “I have no idea what that would feel like. I always come home exhausted.” So I basically framed the idea of getting away for a couple hours as a godsend gift of her being able to spend a short time enjoying leisure and fun so that in the future, she can learn to accept that mindset of energy and confidence and have a place she could mentally go back to. After all, if she experiences a few hours of utter bliss, she’ll be able to feel it later on in life and call on it in times when she needs it.

Eventually my persuasion worked, especially when I phrased it in such a way that if she were happy, wouldn’t it also make her family happy (we all know when momma’s happy, everyone’s happy). I convinced her to let me drive in my SUV as I took her and the groceries to her house (this way her van would be at my house, and therefore she would have no excuse to stop our fun by leaving). I explained to her daughter, Lindsey what I had in store for her mother. Lindsey knows all too well that Jenny works her ass off and never has fun, so she was eager to get her mom out of the house, so she put the groceries away while Jenny waited in the car. And I must say, I practically had to force Jenny in the car so Lindsey and I would do all the work by putting the groceries away.

Afterwards, I took Jenny to Zales and bought her a solitaire pair of diamond earrings, which ran about $500. When she saw the pricetag, she turned as red as a beet and said, “Oh no, I couldn’t.” She was completely overwhelmed. Eventually she put the earrings in her ears and looked in a mirror and almost instantly, she beemed with this confident glow and her whole posture changed. She walked out of the store wearing the earrings and for the rest of our time together, she had a smile on her face. Amazing what a pair of earrings can do to raise one’s spirits. Then we went to a bed store in the mall and tested the Sleep Number beds where she sank into the bed and just let herself go. She looked so happy, she just radiated! Doing something spontaneous (and without the kids) was a completely new thing for her. The whole experience was like taking a fish out of water. Then we went to Macy’s and tried on perfumes and I got her some makeup - which brought out her complexion and enhanced her smile. This only made her smile more when we left. She was completely blown away and profusely thanked me (just as I had done with Barbara) and it brought back wonderful memories. Then we went to Barnes n Noble, where I taught her the art of enjoying herself without feeling the need to shop. Just the act of sitting down, reading a good book, smelling the coffee and tea, and just sinking into a plush seat — I even picked out a book for her which ended up being the *perfect* book to read. For 30 minutes, she sat and read (and I read a book about Shamanism, a topic I knew nothing about previously). She later told me that those 30 minutes were the ONLY 30 minutes she had ever spent just being enwrapped in a book. She said in the past, she would have been thinking about where she needed to be, what needed to be done, what needed to be accomplished. She said she let all that go. I was so happy to see her let all the stress disappear! Then we went to Bloomingfoods where I let her try some vegan chocolate which she was pleasantly surprised to discover how delicious it was!

So keep in mind, at this point… she has experienced 4 out of 5 senses. Sight: the earrings, the makeup, the book. Touch: the sleep number bed, the makeup, the comfortable chair, the book. Taste: the vegan chocolate and other foods. Smell: the perfume, the coffee, the tea, etc.

But she hadn’t yet experienced sound. So I asked her to close her eyes and for the 20 minute ride home to just listen. Listen to the road. Listen to the tires on the road. Listen to cars passing by. Listen to the sound of the blinker. Listen to the cd player playing John Lennon songs softly in the background. And for 20 minutes, we sat silently (but without real silence) listening and concentrating on the most abstract sounds and realizing how beautiful it became in our worlds.

When we arrived at my home, I pulled up beside her van and she opened her eyes. She had just experienced a full-body mental AND physical relaxation from just 3 hours of getting away from working. She said many times that she was truly grateful and how honored she was, etc. And she looked and me and said, “How can I ever repay you?” And I said to her almost unconsciously, “When the time is right, you’ll do the same thing for someone else.”

When we first left together, she was exhausted, tired, drained, and reluctant. As I said goodbye to her, I saw someone full of energy, beauty, and confidence and she said she was so very grateful that I made her do this. She admitted she should have done it a long long time ago.

That felt really good. Sometimes giving to others really is better than receiving.

Love
Isabella
xoxoxo

Advice

I have a question and welcome any opinions, whether positive or negative. As some of you already know, when it comes to politics, I consider myself Independent. I think becoming faithful to a party opens oneself up to accepting otherwise bad issues just for the sake of loyalty. That being said, I don’t really affiliate myself with any party. In the past, I’ve voted for a combination of democrats, republicans, and many “other” categories depending on the issues they supported (or didn’t support). My most important issues are gay rights, human rights, animal rights, and health care. Other topics are very high of importance too, but rights, in general - along with liberty, equality, and freedom of speech are also very high.

Now that I’ve explained a little about my stance, here is where my question comes in. Over the last several months, I’ve received numerous emails from customers (yes customers *blink*) who have requested I produce a hypnosis recording or video giving suggestions and commands to go to a voting booth and cast a specific vote. When I first heard the suggestion, I thought, Hmmm that could be interesting and could be fun! But I doubt anyone will take me seriously. However, I’ve now received over a dozen separate requests to do so. Should I do an mp3 or video, I may say some funny stuff like, “Vote for Hillary cause vagina controls you.” Or “Vote for Obama cause you know you’re craving a big black cock.” Or “Vote for Guiliani cause he’s a big dork just like you and well, don’t you want to be in office?” Or “Vote for Fred Thompson and then give yourself a round of applause for not remembering why.” — that type of stuff. So obviously, the hypnosis would be more tongue-in-cheek than “real hypnosis” and would be only for entertainment purposes.

The question is… would it actually be stupid to do? Or do you think it would be entertaining with the possibility of actually working? Is it worth doing? I’ve always heard people say - avoid topics of religion and politics. I crossed the line with religion a LONG time ago in my recordings and they turned out to be best sellers (having people worship Me, calling Me God, creating the universe with My bare hands, etc.). But what about politics? Is that too extreme? Or is it something worth considering?

And if I *did* do it… should I make it serious with a confirming voice? Or more relaxed with a humorous tone? Should I suggest people vote for someone ridiculous for the sake of a laugh? Or suggest people vote for someone whom *I* would actually cast a ballot? There are so many ways this could be taken. Normally I would have just shrugged off the suggestions to make such a production, but now I’m thinking of the possibility of actually making a small impact on the country (even converting one voter, to me, is an impact). Who knows, I might even make a video and spread it all over youtube and cause a bit of a ruckus.

All comments welcome.

Thank you!

Christmas lights

First of all I want to thank everyone who commented in my previous entry, I haven’t responded to anyone but it means a lot that you all were so encouraging and offered such wonderful advice. I truly appreciate it.

I successfully completed was my first day of eating vegan food for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks! I enjoyed it much more than I thought I would. I even ate a slice of vegan chocolate cake and a yummy brownie with ice cream. I had no idea that stuff like that could be made without milk and sugar. How cool! And so delicious! And I’ve never been a big fan of soy, but for some reason - everything soy I ate today was scrumptious. It was like I *wanted* to like it, so I did. I even ate my first tofu sandwich. Now keep in mind - I’m the same girl who spit tofu out of my mouth a year ago because I mistook it for styrofoam. Wow was I wrong. That shit is good. Anyway I did have an interesting craving for milk when I ate the brownie (gotta have milk when eating cookies or brownies), however, I downed a glass of soy milk and it filled the craving nicely. I wasn’t sure what soy milk to buy, so I bought 5 types: plain, vanilla, chocolate, egg nog, and unsweetened. So far I like the plain, chocolate, and egg nog. I haven’t tried the others yet.

I must admit, I spent far more on this food than any food in the past. My grocery bill ended up running over $500. But then again, I bought even things like vegan condiments and stuff cause I completely threw out everything else. And the stuff I *haven’t* thrown out yet are in bags for Jenny to get when she comes over. I’m also trying to lower my sugar intake (and that includes aspartame, high-fructose syrup, and a ton of others) so my body can get rid of all the bad toxins and stuff.

The energy I felt today was out of this world. Seriously. I wanted to get up and move! The last week or so, I’ve been kind of lethargic and haven’t worked out or anything (which is highly unlike me) but today was insane! I just HAD to exercise. So instead of working out in the gym, I did unplanned activity by hanging up christmas lights all over the house. I even hung up a beautiful wreath with lights on the front door and put about a dozen lit candy canes along the edge of the sidewalk. I still have many more things to put outside, like snowflake lights, and I still have yet to line the staircase with white lights. But I’ll do that later. Here are some photos so you can see how it turned out.

Can you see John Holmes the Porn Cat camouflaged in two of the photos? (Hint: He’s actually in the same spot in two photos)

Love
Isabella
xoxoxox

Winter pics and veg lifestyle

Today at Barnes n Noble, I decided to browse the bestseller section. I grabbed a book called “Skinny Bitch” because I liked the title. It’s a book about getting healthy and is very “tough love” and says stuff like, “You’ll never be a skinny bitch if you eat like a fat ass. Get off your lard ass and exercise or you’ll stay fat forever.” Stuff like that. *blink*

Halfway through the book, it started mentioning vegetarianism and how healthy it is for you and I was like, yeah yeah. So what. But then it started talking about the cruelty done to animals and got so specific that I lost my lunch and puked in the bookstore bathroom. If I am what I eat, I don’t want to be a “dead, rotting corpse” which essentially, is what meat is. I bought the book and five minutes later I was at a health food store stocking up on vegan food. My whole refrigerator is vegan right now and I’ve tossed out everything I own in my whole house that isn’t healthy.

Starting tomorrow morning, I am going to give up all dairy and meat (of all animals). Ironically, I had cheese, tuna, lobster, and egg nog today - so I’ll start tomorrow. I hope I can give it up cold turkey (pardon the pun) but even a gradual shift to get off of it will be good too. I’ve never been a vegetarian or a vegan and this is very new to me, but I’ve just been exposed to the “real world” of slaughterhouses and there is no way in the world I can continue to support that. I mean, I’ve known what happens to chickens (and it’s horrible) but I still continued to eat them because I figured, hey - I’m on the top of the food chain, who cares? But after seeing (and reading) what happens with chickens, turkeys, cows, pigs, etc… it truly makes me sick to my stomach. And all that stuff I was putting into my body is so harmful (and fattening) that I don’t see how it benefits people. Sure, meat tastes good. But some alternative meat stuff tastes good too. I don’t see why I couldn’t try out the veg lifestyle and see how my body handles it.

I feel guilty knowing all the leather products I’ve purchased - mostly for bondage. I’m tempted to throw away all my expensive leather purses (or at least give them away). But is it wrong of me to want to keep my leather BDSM stuff? I mean, I know there are non-leather alternatives, but they don’t have the “sting” or the bite when hitting people. Perhaps I’ll just stick with what I have and stop buying more products with that. Leather corsets? Fuck I’ll miss them. But at least I can wear latex or vinyl instead. I don’t know if this will be a permanent decision or not, but the way I’m feeling right now, I’m pretty adamant about it.

I suppose this may sound like a pretty dramatic lifestyle change, and truth be told, I’ve often rolled my eyes at other people who stopped eating meat cause I thought they were pussies or tree-huggers. But I swear, after reading and watching some of the stuff I’ve seen, I feel the only way to stop animal cruelty is if I stop buying the products. We all know that money controls the industry. And for each person that goes veg, that saves the lives of 90 animals a year. 90! Sheesh. Count me in. I look at my kitty cat, John Holmes, and when I think of the possibility that people will sit on his body for the hell of it just to watch it’s intestines pop out of his anus - it disgusts me. And yet, workers do that to turkeys all the time. The stuff I read, really, truly, made me lose my lunch. I even watched it happen on video (at goveg.com) and… wow. I am speechless.

The only thing that concerns me is that for over a year, I’ve been on the Jenny Craig diet. I really want to maintain the diet I am on because it is *working* for me. The next time I go in, I’ll see if they have any vegetarian or vegan alternatives. I really really hope they have something I can work with or else I may have no choice but to get off of it. For someone like me who has lost a dramatic amount of weight eating Jenny Craig products, that’s a pretty big statement. If I do stop the program, I hope they’ll help me maintain a healthy diet after leaving.

Special thanks to Mistress Lycia for buying me this shirt for my birthday!

Love
Isabella
xoxoxo

P.S. Later this week, I’m going to go to my first AA meeting. I don’t consider myself an alcoholic, but I do have a problem when it comes to social drinking. I rarely drink, but when I do, it gets way out of hand.

Fuck new years resolutions. I’m starting my resolutions early.

Escape

It’s been a month since I’ve released a recording, but I wanted my first mp3 (with a master certification) to be something really special, so I spent extra time on it.

The mp3 is titled “Escape” but it’s not necessarily the definition of escape we are all used to. Instead of “running away” from something, this teaches the art of “running to” something. While I was in Hawaii, I experienced a personal escape that is practically impossible to describe. Everything around me feels beautiful now and I feel a personal growth that truly cannot be put into words. But this mp3 sort of reflects a small portion of what I feel and I hope others can benefit from it.

Instead of charging $35 for it, which is the price of most of my other recordings, I’m releasing it at $19.97 for a short time (until Dec. 1st and then will resume regular price). This way people who don’t have as much money can experience it.

The whole point of the mp3 is to make you feel incredible - perhaps even feel an out-of-body experience. Whatever you hope to get out of it, you can achieve.

It’s designed for both men and women and a longer description of the recording can be found here.

Free sample available here

Love
Isabella
xoxoxox

P.S. Ironically, I just finished reading a book titled “Escape” by Carolyn Jessop. I suppose the main difference being I’m not a 4th wife who just left her husband and large family of 36 kids. (She did leave with 8 of them which were her own and sadly, one girl, Betty, returned back home to the FDLS lifestyle). The book was a true story and really blew my mind. Thank you for the sweetheart who bought it for me. It was a page turner and I was truly on the edge of my seat the whole time.

Submission vs. Slavery

Slavery vs. Submission BDSM

What is submission and what is slavery? What are their similarities and differences? Are the two one in the same - or far different than one another? Both are acts of submitting and giving up control in a power exchange situation, but what exactly do they mean? Here, I’ll do my best to explain my interpretation of the two.

Let’s start with slavery.

As you all may know, there used to be slaves in America who were forced into slavery against their will. This is not the type of slavery in which I refer. The slavery I speak of is a voluntarily, consensual, and loving role that one person takes when they want to give up control of their own decisions on a daily basis. A slave lives and breathes submission, often awaking in the morning wondering how they will please his/her Master or Mistress and what tasks need to be performed. Slaves obey - not only because they want to, but because they must. They find great satisfaction pleasing their Owners, giving themselves completely and wholely to the one person they trust. Slaves take care of daily tasks, duties, chores, and do it because it is their place - to serve. A slave serves morning, noon, and night - and often even when he/she doesn’t even want to serve. If a slave is having an “off day” and feels they may not want to be submissive, they are still required to because this is his/her duty. Should a Mistress awaken Her slave in the middle of the night to service Her, he/she must arise from sleep to cater to her requests. A slave obeys all requests, all demands, all obligations and does so because this is expected. A slave also obeys because it feels good and often because it’s the only fulfilling part of his/her life - to please the Owner. Many slaves admit that seeing the look of thankfulness and pleasure of their Owner is often all they need to want to continue their lifestyle.

Sometimes a Master or Mistress may welcome a slave to be openly expressive or even treat slaves as human beings, however - a real slave obeys because they have to. Whether a slave wants to or not is irrelevant. Slaves are often objectified (treated like objects, robots, or puppets) because they are often expected to keep their feelings to themselves. In a slave’s world, the Owner always comes first at all times, without question and without hesitation - otherwise a punishment will be given. Many slaves are not allowed to own things, such as money, possessions, etc. If they do, it’s very minimal and is often hand-picked by the Owner. When a slave works, the Owner keeps the money and the slave is thankful. Although being dominated can be sexually gratifying to a slave, the act of being dominated is a NEED. They don’t obey because it arouses them, they obey because this is their job as a slave. It is their duty to do what is required of them. It is their daily role. They do things they don’t want to do and often do it with a smile on their face.

Now let’s talk about submissives.

Submissives desire power-exchange fantasies to fulfill the need to be powerless. Many people in powerful positions in life secretly want a Mistress to take control of them so their decision-making abilities will be temporarily removed. Someone who identifies as being submissive, is one who temporarily obeys - or does it when it feels right to him or her. A submissive is allowed to express feelings and desires. A submissive is given rights and often treated with great deal of respect. If they are given an instruction to do something they don’t want to do, the submissive may likely say no because the fantasy boundaries have been broken. A submissive person has a genuine desire to please his or her Mistress and generally enjoys being obedient. The act of serving fulfills an overwhelming desire because they love to please. They love to serve. If the requested task is something they are uncomfortable performing, they will usually speak up and express his/her discomfort and ask for an alternative instead. Many submissives have their own lives, their own jobs, and as a whole - they put themselves first on a daily basis. When a submissive makes money, their money is their own and they do what they want with it. If they choose to spend a great deal of cash on their Mistress, that’s great - but as a whole, their money is still their money.

A submissive person generally makes his/her own decisions throughout life, except in the bedroom. When it comes to sex, those who desire submission often enjoy giving up control - pretending they are no longer an equal… in hopes to fulfill their own pleasures of obeying easy tasks. A submissive person may pretend to be a slave because it’s exciting and adventurous. Sexual requests are often obeyed and the subby may say, “Yes Mistress,” and feel aroused saying it. The act of being dominated is arousing and sexually fulfilling, which is the primary reason to obey in the first place. The submissive “plays along” the fantasy because in essence, it turns him/her on.

The differences.

There are far more submissive people out there than slaves, simply because it’s much more difficult to be a full-time slave. Ironically, it takes a strong person to be an obedient slave. It takes a lot of courage to put one’s feelings and emotions on a shelf and be completely selfless to another person. The main difference between slavery and submission - if I had to emphasize a factor - is time. Slaves are obedient 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year, and all the seconds in between. They live it and breathe it. It is their life to serve. A submissive, on the other hand, turns obedience off and on in accordance to their comfort levels and what moods they have. Submissives may only be obedient if they know they’ll get pleasure in return or simply if they feel like it. Slaves, on the other hand, aren’t allowed to express feelings such as “if I feel like it” because they are likely to receive punishment for not performing duties. When slaves hear a command, it’s a requirement. When submissives hear a command, it’s a request. Slaves obey cause they must. A submissive obeys if they want to.

Slaves have “Owners” because they truly are owned in every aspect of the word. Their lives are owned, their emotions are controlled, their tasks are expected. Submissives have “Mistresses or Masters” because they enjoy the fantasy of BDSM. Slaves are well-trained and often endure great hardship to maintain their status of slaves - and they work diligently to maintain the satisfaction of their Owners. Submissives are semi-trained and only perform when they want to, and they also (at times) only want to satisfy their Dominants. A slave asks permission to do practically anything, whether large or small tasks - everything from buying airplane tickets to asking when he/she is allowed to eat. A submissive asks for permission whenever he/she wants to or whenever he/she might find it pleasurable. A slave HAS to ask for permission. A submissive doesn’t.

Most slaves live with an Owner full-time and obey at all hours. Most submissives live their own lives in separate homes than their Mistresses and/or there is some living arrangement where the subby is allowed to live as they wish.

If someone claims to be a slave, watch how he or she interacts with the Owner. If a command is given and isn’t obeyed, they’re more than likely just a submissive. If you see the slave doing everything - even things you’d assume are extreme or cause major discomfort, then you can assume the slave is indeeed, a slave.

If a submissive has a foot fetish, they’ll likely obey any commands such as, “Kiss My feet,” simply because they’ll get pleasure out of it. A slave on the other hand, does it because they have to - not because they’ll get pleasure out of it. So if a slave did NOT have a foot fetish but were asked to lick a pair of boots clean, he or she would simply have to do it.

If a Dominant were to tell a slave to bend over and prepare for a bloody spanking, the slave would immediately bend over and accept whatever is given. A submissive who may not be into pain may stop and say, “Woah that’s a bit much. Bloody? Are you serious? No way.” And as you can see, the slave did it anyway regardless of feelings or needs… and the submissive puts his/her own emotions and desires first.

A slave always puts the Owner first. A submissive puts self first.

Dominants often treat their slaves more seriously than submissives simply because they know their commands will be obeyed and complied. Many Dominants treat their slaves with respect and provide care, protection, and do everything in their power to keep their slaves from severe harm.

In a Dominant/sub relationship, both slaves and submissives are often treated in a nurturing manner. As with any relationship, respect is earned, not expected. Great Dominants are far more respected then less caring ones. Great slaves are far more respected than non-compliant ones. Respect is not to be confused with equality. Slaves are not treated as equals in any way. However, respect is a mutual acknowledgement of regard (whether high or low). Slaves that are objectified and humiliated can also be respected because the Dominant acknowledges how much the slave is willing to endure to serve.

Thank you

I am so thankful for all the wonderful packages and gifts I received when I came back home! How flattering that so many of you thought of me while I was away. I am truly honored. Thank you. As promised, here are some photos of some of the items I received:

Love
Isabella
xoxoxo

P.S. Slaveboy and I have decided to reschedule our meeting date by a few days since I heard him hacking with a terrible cough into the phone and the last thing I need is to lose my voice ;) Now I can focus on making some new recordings, which so many of you have been patient in hearing! It’s been a month since my last recording, so I thank you all for sticking around while I get settled again.

Also slave m and I are discussing the possibility of spending Christmas together. I’m quite excited about seeing him again :-)

Slavery vs. Submission

I took the liberty of writing a new article for my website titled, “Slavery vs. Submission” since there often seems to be a high level of confusion focused around the subjects. I did my best to convey the global interpretation of the two and used words like “usually” and “often” since obviously no relationship can be stereotyped.

I hope some of you find the article insightful. If there’s something I failed to mention or something you think should be added, feel free to let me know. I welcome your ideas.

Read the article here:

“Slavery vs. Submission” by Isabella Valentine

Love
Isabella
xxoxoox

Happy Thanksgiving!

I wanted to do something special for my customers this year but since I’m still too jetlagged to make any recordings (and my mic and other equipment is still in my luggage), I figured I’d do the next best thing and take some sexy shots of myself. It’s pretty tricky trying to angle the tripod and lens just right to do self-portraits, but hopefully these will be ok. Soon, one of my potential boy slaves will spend some time with me in my home and we’ll see if we hit it off. If we do, then I’ll ask him to move in and I’ll continue my search for a slavegirl (or submissive girl is cool too). That being said, if he moves in with me, then you all will finally see more versatile photographs of me cause someone else will be manhandling the camera. During my time in Hawaii, a fellow student asked, “Why don’t you look for an equal instead of someone submissive? Surely you’ll have better luck.” My response was simple: I want a girl I can protect, someone I can care for and give her every part of me. I get sexual fulfillment having control over someone else that is often hard to put into words… and I don’t want to walk the easy route to find her. Usually the most compatible partners are extremely rare and hard to find (and in most cases, taken).

Searching for a slavegirl reminds me of a secluded beach I went to recently… I drove over what reminded me of a different planet because as far as I could see, all I saw was lava rock, asphalt, and black stones. After 15 minutes of a rough and bumpy ride, I arrived at a beautiful oasis. A gorgeous paradise. A secluded beach. If this same beach were anywhere else, then it would have been overwhelmed with tourists, vendors, gas stations, and hotels. Less than a handful of people walked the beach - they knew the hidden secret. The location was a diamond in the rough. My search for a slavegirl is perhaps similar to that. I’ve had a bumpy ride and hit many obstacles along the way, however I am confident that my ride will end one day and I’ll reach that special place when the two of us finally meet. I want a slaveboy as well as a slavegirl and it appears I *may* have found my slaveboy but first we’re going to spend a week together to see how compatible we are. Having a boy slave fulfills a huge desire of mine to always have someone with whom I can assign tasks, labor, and all the stuff I don’t really want to do. But when the right female wears my collar, our connection will include the best of all worlds: romance, trust, affection, communication, and loyalty. I’m willing to wait for the right one, because as we’ve all learned, sometimes the best ones can be hard to find, or perhaps people often find what they’ve been searching for when they stop looking for it.

In the meantime, here are some photos. Actually, this is the same shirt I was referring to in the previous entry about the Zales girl. Happy Thanksgiving!











Love
Isabella
xooxox

P.S. Thank you so much to everyone who sent generous gifts and packages while I was gone. I am completely overwhelmed with some of the items I received and am TRULY blown away and flattered. Sometimes I really don’t think I deserve all of it… I’ll post some photos of the gifts in a later entry.

to flirt or not to flirt

So yesterday evening I went to Zales to pick up a repaired ring and the jewelry associate commented on my nice shirt and said, “Oh wow our shirts give us the same type of cleavage!” And of course, I beamed bright and red and smiled and looked down at my breasts and then at hers and I said, “Yeah but I think my bra is poking through a little bit.” And she looks down at her breasts and jiggles them a bit and says, “Yeah well sometimes mine does that especially when I move around a lot. I like the way your shirt fits yours cause your cleavage just looks so perfect there.” After she said that, I figured this would be the PERFECT time to lay one on her. So I said, “Oh trust me, honey your tits are gorgeous if I must say. And your cleavage is fucking hot! I could just grab em right now. Damn.”

And immediately after I said that, she so INNOCENTLY blurted, “Oh that’s so sweet! Now if only someone else would say that to me.”

Ouch. What am I? Chopped liver? LOL Boy is she missing out.

Funny thing is, as soon as she said it, she immediately realized I was totally hitting on her and she immediately turned it into an issue with boys/boyfriends/etc and how no men comment on her tits. Still, she spent 30 minutes trying to make it up to me and needless to say she convinced me to buy another piece of jewelry.

LOL It’s all good. It’s a good thing I love myself and therefore hearing a comment like that only makes me laugh. Girls like her are TOTALLY missing out. She seems to need some sort of external validation to feel beautiful and that only makes me sad for her. You gotta love yourself before others will.

Love
Isabella
xoxoxo

Back home!

I had such an amazing time in Hawaii, but I must admit I am so happy to be home. The minute I opened the door, I could hear John Holmes the Porn Cat meowing up a storm. Poor kitty was so lonely he was doing that low-growl moan for weeks (according to my maid, Jenny, who fed him while I was gone). Now I can’t seem to stop petting him. A part of me wants to go to the grocery store and shop for much needed food since the fridge is empty… and the other part of me wants to stay home and pet him and never leave again. I guess it’s time for another parts integration ;)
On another note, the photo editor of MAXIM Magazine in Belgium saw one of my photos on Flickr and asked for permission to publish one of the photos I shot of Scar for an upcoming issue. I sent in the high-res version of the requested photo after he patiently waited for my vacation to end. What an honor to have a photo published in such a kick ass magazine! All the photos I shot of fetish and pin-up models were more of a hobby than anything, but lately it seems people really dig em.

I’ve uploaded over 150 photos to this link from my time in Hawaii… enjoy!

Special thanks to Wayne for shooting these pics:

See tons of more photos here

Love
Isabella
xoxoxo

Hawaiian volcano

Today my friend Georjean and I went to Volcano National Park to see the volcano here on the Big Island and the view was absolutely tremendous! In the photos shown below, we are overlooking large craters and although not shown, there were hundreds of steam vents. On the opposite side of the crater, hot lava pours into the ocean (which we didn’t have time to see, but there’s always next year). We could feel an immense amount of heat in the air and the energy was thick — and also felt many tremors. The smell was unforgettable. I never figured a volcano would have “a smell” but it did and left everyone coughing because it was practically impossible to breathe. I’m not sure if it was the smell of sulphur (someone said it is hydrogenized sulfide or something) or magnesium (if you know, feel free to discuss!) but for these shots, I had to hold my breath as long as I could. It was breathtakingly beautiful and reminded me somewhat of the grand canyon. So many beautiful areas of Hawaii that are unforgettable… secluded beaches, beautiful volcanos, craters, black lava rock… wow… having such a blast out here.

Tomorrow morning I fly back home and will arrive early on the 19th. I dread the jet lag. I will sincerely miss this place. It brought out a side of me I didn’t realize I had. What an amazing time. Afterwards we had pasta at Rio’s in downtown Kona and listened to live bands. I’ll miss all the live music here in Hawaii: everything from Hawaiian chants, to ska and reggae music, to cover bands, to guys playing banjos and ukuleles…

Also today we burned our boards (the obstacle/outcome boards) and tossed the ashes into the ocean, an ancient Hawaiian tradition… then made an offering at the volcano.

Special thanks to Georjean for shooting these shots:

Here are two shots at Rio’s:

And here is a (photoshopped per her request) photo of Georjean:

Love
Isabella
xoxoxoxxo

So much fun

Here’s one of many photos. In this pic, I am telling a fellow student what he can feel if he were to experience erotic hypnosis. Oh wow, what a color shift! Check out his face getting red!! I love it hehe…

If you want to see more photos from today, check this out:

Click here to see many more pics

Love
Isabella
xoxoxo

P.S. Tomorrow is my last day in Hawaii - class is now over, but tomorrow I’m going up to a volcano to make an offering. I leave for home the day after tomorrow :) Thanks for being so patient with email responses and thanks for your support while I’ve been gone! I miss you all (sincerely)… and wish some of you were with me!

Graduation Day

Woohoo… today I’m officially a Master Practitioner of Clinical Hypnotherapy, NLP, and Time Empowerment! Woohoo!

I can’t wait to utilize all I’ve learned! I went there thinking I would just learn more stuff to be educated to use on others, but WOW, I learned so much about myself in just 3 weeks that I almost FEEL like a different person. I’ve decided that within 12 months or so, I’ll sell my house (or rent it out) and buy a place in Vegas and set up my own private practice and eventually train and certify people (male and female) how to be hypnodommes or how to empower others using erotic hypnosis. It’s been my dream to help people through hypnosis to uncover their sexual fetishes and experience personal breakthroughs in relationships and/or issues related to sex (or just to make one’s sexual life better - and don’t we all want that?). Anyone wanting help in sexual abuse or trauma, I’d refer out to other people simply because it’s not an area I feel comfortable in (and have little experience and knowledge in those areas and it’s just not ecological or ethical for me to take on those clients so I’d end up referring them to others)… however, I’ve learned such a great deal with how to release negative emotions and how to change values, strategies, and so much quantum linguistics - I feel like I could scream :) woohoo :) Me = happy girl.

Master Practitoners:

Love
Isabella
xoxoxo

Full Body Catalepsy

Hope you don’t mind if I share one of the photos taken of one of my hypnotic subjects. Here is one of many people I hypnotized this week… someone thought it would be cool to snap a photo when she went rigid and stiff.

Love
Isabella
xoxoxox