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Skeptical slave - psychology experiment results

Published on October 24, 2007 in Journal posts. 14 Comments

After I released the Skeptical Slave recording, I waited and waited… and waited for any sort of feedback and/or emails showing what the people did for Me. As many of you know, the recording was a psychological experiment, and I’m sure many assumed the experiment was about obedience, but it wasn’t. The true experiment was to see who would email Me their drawings afterwards and had nothing to do with obedience whatsoever. It was about seeing who was willing to follow through with optional requests, knowing it would please Me. How’s that for figuring people out?

Hundreds of people purchased it, but not a single person followed through by sending Me the optional email afterwards… until tonight. One person emailed Me their drawing.

And the slave did not spell My name right. Twice. **bangs head against the wall**

So the psychological experiment has showed Me this so far:
1) If I briefly mention that it will please Me if they follow an optional instruction, then little to no one will do it. (This was within “Skeptical Slave“) I received one letter.

2) If I give people a direct command to email Me and say it will make Me happy, then people are more inclined to do it. (This was within “Cocoon Submission“) Thousands of people emailed Me simply because it was a direct command.

3) If the optional command requires any sort of effort on their parts (such as putting a drawing on a scanner), then they disregard it and think it’s not worth pleasing their Goddess.

Why do you think that is?

I know subs like to hear direct commands, but I assumed the part about Me being happy would come into factor in both situations. I guess not. Maybe it’s not so much about making Me happy - as it is them feeling they had no choice in the matter. I’m not so sure I like slaves with that mentality. The slaves that receive My attention and earn My favor are ones who put My feelings and My desires above their own. I shouldn’t have to “require” something. I should simply say, “It would please Me if you did this…” That only goes to show that whoever listened to “Cocoon Submission” and wrote emails complimenting Me (a requirement) would probably never have written them if I hadn’t commanded it - which is sad. Apparently most of My clients who call themselves “slaves” really aren’t. Although they do what they’re told, most appear to have absolutely no desire to genuinely please Me.

Kind of like when I throw free stuff in My journal without people knowing it - hundreds of people showed up to get a free recording, complimenting Me on My weight loss, when most of them really could give a shit. Most (but not all) just wanted a freebie - the ones who didn’t want anything were either non-customers or past-customers who just happen to read My journal. I suppose I expected that, but being a psychology major - I’m always digging into issues deeper than I should. I want to know why people act the way they do and although I haven’t reached a definitive conclusion - at least with My small sampling of customers, I’d say very few (less than 5 people out of over 10,000) probably have the ability to be real life slaves. And that doesn’t necessarily mean they’re worthy of being a slave to ME - but possibly being a slave to ANYONE, period.

I really want to be proven wrong on this one.

Love
Isabella
xoxoxo

P.S. Only two people (that I’m aware of) are actually participating in the 7-day Slave Training I posted earlier in My journal. It’s funny how many of My customers beg and beg and beg to be My real life slave, beg to be in My brainwashing cage, beg to serve at My feet, beg to be feminized, beg to meet Me in person and be a slave - yet when I tell people what I want or request or desire, then very few people think it’s worth it. And people wonder why I’m so picky. Now you know. I’m looking for people who are WILLING to be TRAINED and actually go through with My detailed, and at times outlandish, requirements. Otherwise, what’s the point of asking to be My slave? I’m searching for someone who puts Me first (above their pain, above their desires, above everything - even to the point of sacrificing their own comfort and time).

2257 - WE WON!

Published on October 23, 2007 in Journal posts. 6 Comments

YAY - GREAT NEWS!!!! After 12 long years, the 6th Circuit Court of Appeals Rules 2257 unconstitutional…

Read article

This is HUGE news for EVERYONE in the adult industry!!! YAY! I am so happy I could scream. In fact, I think I will.

***SCREAM***

Now I can concentrate on my adult nude photography again and not have to worry about stupid 2257 postings. And I can do videos with nudity without the government stepping in. Fuck yeah.

It’s about time.

Love
Isabella
xxooxox

Tony’s Alive.

Published on October 23, 2007 in Journal posts. 0 Comments

I KNEW IT!!!!! Tony lives!!!!
Proof

Love
Isabella
xoxoxox

Erotic Hypnosis Video: Must Obey Isabella

Published on October 23, 2007 in . 0 Comments

Erotic Hypnosis Recording mp3

Erotic Hypnosis Video: Must Obey Isabella
*All genders can enjoy this*

Must Obey Isabella… Submit…
Fall in Love with Isabella… you know you want to…
Be a Slave to Isabella… Kneel before your Goddess.

Experience an erotic hypnosis short video with Isabella Valentine. Lots of hypnotic special effects added to help increase your trance.

Made for Windows Media Player for PC users only.

Play free video sample

Format: WMV Video Download - average quality
Sound Quality: Professional First-Rate
Vocal Sound Effects: none
Soft Background Music: No
Overdubbing Vocals: Yes
Length: 9 minutes, 34 seconds
Zip Size: Approx. 35 MB
Price: $14.97

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Must Obey Isabella

Published on October 23, 2007 in Journal posts. 8 Comments

I’ve released a new erotic hypnosis video titled “Must Obey Isabella” - it’s not very long, only 9 minutes, however the price is less than half of that of a recording. Only $14.97.

You can watch a free sample of the video here

Also I’ve removed the videos: Hypnotic Breasts and Hypnotic Eyes off the sites, so if you have those - then hang on to them or back them up on cd. The only reason I’m removing them is because I made those over 100 lbs. ago and would like to update my site presence to reflect how I look today. Although many said I looked good then, it feels almost false to leave those up and give people the impression I still look like that. I hope to continue putting out new videos more often as I reach closer to my final weight goal.

I’ve lowered the price of the Mind Game Video to $14.97 instead of $35, because I feel that since it’s not as long as a hypnosis recording, it shouldn’t be the same price as one.

Love
Isabella
xooxoxox

P.S. Thanks to for recommending that I donate that Halloween candy to a homeless shelter. They will get much more use out of it than I will, and I’m sure they’ll appreciate it more as well. I must admit, I was a bit nervous pulling up into the parking lot of the shelter (right next to the community kitchen) because there were men standing outside of the door. I’m not sure why I feel weird approaching a door with people standing around it, but I just do. Some people stared at me and I smiled, but I felt so out of place that I didn’t say anything to anyone. I gave the gifts to a volunteer and he said thank you and I left. Sadly, I don’t have any great things to report about it. I was too chicken to talk to anyone. It really wasn’t like me at all to do that. When I was in San Francisco for Gay Pride last year, I talked to many many homeless people and they were all so friendly. But for some reason, I just clammed up yesterday. Not sure what came over me.

How did I become an erotic hypnotist?

Published on October 23, 2007 in Journal posts. 7 Comments

asked Me that yesterday, and although it would be cool if I could just make it a one-line answer, I think I have to go back to the very beginning (if there is one). It took many years (and a lot of sweat) to get where I am today. I just posted it in the Erotic Hypnosis FAQ section on IsabellaValentine.com as well. Thank you all for inquiring and for showing interest in me.

I’ve always been a very sexual person and dreamed of having a career where I could openly talk about sex. I often fantasized about getting paid to be sexual, but figured it was just a dream. Many years ago when I was married (and before I came out of the closet as a lesbian), My husband and I were bored in a tent while camping and had nothing to do, so we turned on our scanner and eavesdropped on people’s cell phone conversations. I heard a woman in a bathtub telling a man on the other end that she was horny and was waiting for him. We could hear him speeding through traffic while he told her how bad he wanted to be there. In the meantime, she began faking an orgasm. To Me, it was obviously fake. To My husband, it sounded real. I remember thinking, I can fake an orgasm better than that! Come on. After we divorced, a lady tried to advertise a classified listing that said “Seeking Phone Sex Operators - will pay” in the local newspaper. My boss wouldn’t let us run the ad at the paper cause it was a conservative town in Okeechobee, FL, but I copied the ad and researched phone sex to become familiar with it. People in the business warned Me that phone sex wasn’t a career you could ”rely on” and very few people ”make it big.” Phone sex was compared to acting, and while some become millionaires, others starve for parts. I still figured I had to give it a shot. I figured that since I had worked for several daily newspapers and was used to stress and pushing Myself to the limit, that phone sex would be a piece of cake. I was wrong. I worked harder than I ever thought possible; talking to people, flirting, trolling, web design, advertising, convincing people to speak with Me - and that was BEFORE getting them on the phone. I spent nearly two years working 100-hour weeks establishing a regular clientelle consisting of several thousand people. Spare time was completely non-existent and I sacrified My friends and fun to sit at the computer and reel in clients. After much perseverence and sweat, I became the top ranked phone sex operator for two different companies. Eventually I joined Niteflirt and moved up the ladder and became the #1 phone sex operator in the Feminization category.

Although my dream of being top-ranked had come true, I was personally unfulfilled. Phone sex seemed like a short-term release for people and I wanted to be able to give people something long-term, something that would last a lot longer than just a simple phone call. I knew a recording would last much longer and give people much more satisfaction cause I could spend time deciding what to say and be able to make fantasies more real. I felt I was evolving and wanted to try something different. I had always been fascinated with hypnosis from tv shows like Batman and had often seen stage hypnotists and thought it would be neat to incorporate hypnosis into phone calls. I knew that I would have to study it because I had zero experience. So I read dozens of hypnosis and mind control books, took classes, and earned a clinical hypnotherapist certification, an NLP practitioner certification, and a certification in Time Line Therapy. After years of studying and practicing hypnosis and creating My own unique hypnotic style, I stopped doing phone sex and began focusing all My efforts on erotic hypnosis and femdom hypnosis. The regulars I had as a phone sex operator followed Me as an erotic hypnotist, which doubled My clientelle to well over 10,000 individual clients and I am happy to say that I am currently a top ranked hypnotist for the multi-million dollar company, Niteflirt, within several categories. Thank you all for allowing Me to be a part of your lives and for entrusting Me with your minds. It truly is an honor and a privilege that you have helped Me get where I am today.

Love
Isabella
xoxoxo

Psychological Test

Published on October 22, 2007 in Journal posts. 24 Comments

I borrowed this from

What direction is the image rotating? Can you make it spin the other way? Are you right brained or left brained? This thing totally is fascinating. What do you think?

If clockwise, then you use more of the right side of the brain and vice versa.

Most of us would see the dancer turning anti-clockwise though you can try to focus and change the direction; see if you can do it.

LEFT BRAIN FUNCTIONS
uses logic
detail oriented
facts rule
words and language
present and past
math and science
can comprehend
knowing
acknowledges
order/pattern perception
knows object name
reality based
forms strategies
practical
safe

RIGHT BRAIN FUNCTIONS
uses feeling
“big picture” oriented
imagination rules
symbols and images
present and future
philosophy & religion
can “get it” (i.e. meaning)
believes
appreciates
spatial perception
knows object function
fantasy based
presents possibilities
impetuous
risk taking

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My personal results:

I sat here for the longest time and it would only rotate in one direction (clockwise) and then after an immense amount of focusing and really racking my brain, I finally got it to go counter-clockwise. It was truly driving me crazy to see it clockwise again. Although I’m naturally extremely right-brained, I’ve been doing mind exercises for years to try to use my left brain more. Logic has been something I’ve had to work at but with a lot of practice and perseverence (and pulling my hair out sometimes), I think I have a handle on things. I took a right-brain / left-brain test when I was 14 years old, and my mom turned out to be far left-brained and I was the opposite. After we had the test results, we both made an effort to try to understand each other in a different way and would describe things in a unique way when trying to persuade or convince the other person to agree with us. I still find tests like these fascinating. Is it just me or did it almost give you a headache trying to get it to go the other way?

O boy.

Published on October 21, 2007 in Journal posts. 15 Comments

Sometimes I think that people out there is watching me and laughing their asses off. Is it just me, or do you often feel like you’re the actor/actress on some big movie screen and there is an audience watching you but you can’t see them? I feel that way all the time. When something good happens in my life, I feel like people are thinking, like “She’s so fucking lucky, I hate her.” Or when something bad happens in my life, all the guys grab their nutsacks and say, “Oooh that’s gotta hurt. Better her than me.” Or when I do something really stupid and embarrassing, all the people spit up their drinks and say, “This girl is insane.” I feel that way constantly and have since I was a kid. I used to have dreams where I lived in a glass house and my neighbors could see me through one way mirrors (even going to the bathroom) and I had absolutely no privacy. It scared me as well as thrilled me. Kind of like Britney Spears, who says she hates not having privacy, but she purposely lives in a place where papparazzi thrive, and goes to places where she knows she’ll be photographed. Oxymoron? Perhaps. But I get it.

Today I rode my bike as usual and began reflecting over memories. Sometimes I’d laugh hysterically aloud, and other times I’d feel my body tense up as I thought of things that were not so good. It seemed as though whatever song I listened to on my ipod reflected how I felt at that moment. Sometimes I would belt out a song as loud as I could while riding in empty areas. By the time I finished my bike ride, I think I experienced 15 different moods. If anyone watched that on a movie screen, I swear people would think I was schizo or something. I’d like to think I’m just in touch with all sides of me, that’s all.

Two nights in a row, an anonymous person (well, I’d like to think it was two different people to be honest), left Halloween packages at my doorstep with a typed up sheet of paper with the word “Boo” on it. Someone did it to me last year as well, and I can only assume it’s one of my neighbors. Of course, the stuff they left for me are things I can’t actually use or eat, because I’ve changed my eating habits. Last year, I gave the stuff to someone else. This year, I suppose I’ll have to do that again. Is it wrong to give a gift away to a different person? I can’t eat the halloween candy, can’t eat the apple butter, can’t eat all the sugar stuff, but I appreciate the token. And what happens if I give it away to the same person who gave it to me? It’s not like I know who sent it. But I just can’t eat it and it feels rude to just throw it away after someone clearly went out of their way to give it to me.

A few things going on: slave angelica is out of the picture - she’s chosen a lucrative career over slavery. Also deidre is single for the first time ever but is no longer calling herself a slave. She’s currently living with another submissive girl… *sigh* I’m happy to see her happy because she deserves it. But is it selfish of me to still think about a life with her?

My dad invited me to a family reunion in Santa Cruz for Christmas, but I’ve already made plans to have other family members fly out to California to see me. I guess that’s what happens when divorce happens. Half the family goes one place and the other half goes somewhere else. And the thing is, I kinda want to go because those folks are pretty cool. Found out my cousin Annette is engaged (jeez, I still picture her at 15 years old, it’s hard to picture her as an adult now). It’s so weird knowing my cousin Isabella (that’s how I got Isabella Valentine) is no longer 2 years old, but is growing up every day. I think she’s 6 or 7 now. Part of the reason I’ve decided not to go to the reunion is because my dad and grandparents refuse to accept the fact I’m a lesbian. They want no part of it and dad told me if I ever got a girlfriend, he didn’t want to know about it and she would not be welcome in the house. My ex-girlfriend / fling’s father lives only one mile away from my dad, so if I went to Santa Cruz, I’d want to visit her to spend time with her and her dad. But my dad would give the cold shoulder and/or preach to us and tell us that homosexuality is a sin. The last time I visited her and her father, my dad made me visit them separately and at one point, said if I wanted to visit, then my girlfriend would have to sit in the car while I went inside the house. It really hurt my feelings. As a compromise, she and I visited our fathers separately and then met up together an hour later. But not just that, I’m almost finished publishing my father’s book - which ironically is a Christian book. I’m doing it as a favor for my father, hoping that by giving him something he’s been working on (for longer than I’ve been alive), that maybe he might be more accepting to my lifestyle. I can’t help that I love women. I remember the day I came out to my father, he said to me, “Can’t you just quit?” (as if lesbianism were a pack of cigarettes)… and once he said, “I have failed as a father.” I’ve tried everything in my power to assure him that my sexual orientation has nothing to do with his raising me, but he’s still in denial. It’s hard. It really is. And we were very close when I was a kid. My mom, on the other hand, the one woman who abused me and made my life a living hell growing up (and who I could have justifiably murdered on many occasions)… has become one of my closest friends. We call each other all the time (and trust me, I hated this woman my entire life until the last 2 years). She still won’t talk about the fact I’m a lesbian and sort of ignores it. She has never once asked me if I’ve found a girlfriend or a female love - but she often shares about the men in her life. She’s still in denial too, but at least she accepts who I am. I was afraid both of them would disown me to tell you the truth (they swore they would) - since both are religious fanatics. Both are pro-life, both are anti-gay rights, both believe that homosexuality is a sure way to go to hell. — so anyway — I’m throwing an Xmas shindig at my place this year, and I’m leaving all my dungeon furniture out in the open. If they want to come to my place, they’re welcome to… but they have to leave preaching at the door. So far my mom and sister (and possibly brother) are coming. Not sure about anyone else, as they might be going off in separate directions. Our family is so scattered.

I put out a newsletter and sent it to most of my customers on Niteflirt which shared a personal bit of information about me. I know some of you may want to crucify me for it, but my real birthday is on 10-31-80 (halloween), not 11-11-81. If you did not receive the newsletter, you can read it below. I’m 26 years old, not 25 (will be 27 in less than 2 weeks)… I had faked that birthdate many years ago when beginning my online persona to protect my identity. However, I’ve been doing so many newspaper, magazine, radio, online interviews and other publicity stuff - and one of the common questions is, “How old are you?” So I thought it would be a good time to come clean. Besides, it feels really weird making people believe my birthday is 2 weeks later than it really is.

Hi sweetie,
I’ve released several new (some free) mp3s & videos and thought you might enjoy some of them
(((sample mp3s here)))

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. Play Free Sample

I’ll be in Hawaii from Oct 30-Nov 19 earning a Master Practitioner certification in NLP, so I’ll be gone for 21 days. I’ll bring a laptop, but please allow extra time for replies during that time.

Please don’t kill Me. I led many of you to believe My birthday to be on November 11th, 1981 - I figured it would protect My identity easier on the net. At the time I decided to make up that birthdate, it was during a time when I had absolutely no intention of letting people see My real photos or get a glimpse into My life. Times have changed over the last few years as I have grown more comfortable sharing all sides of Me with photos, videos, etc. When I do publicity interviews, I often tell them the truth, so why not all of you? I’m 26 years old, not 25. I’m still a scorpio. I was born on October 31, 1980 - yup, halloween night at 8:45pm. Does it come as a surprise that I was born on Halloween and am obsessed with wigs, dressing up, costumes, cemeteries, witchcraft, AND have a black cat?

On another note, I’ve now lost 107 pounds with 99 more to go. The sad part is that My breasts have gotten two cup sizes smaller (they were a double D and now they’re a large C). See FREE recent photos in My blog!

I want to thank those who participated in the charity to help fight Lou Gehrig’s Disease. Over $3500 was raised (online and through snail mail)! WOW!

The website IsabellaValentine.com has been updated in which the front page now displays a flash animation with newer photos of Me. The recordings now have subcategories for easier browsing. More photos added, pages revised.

The website IsabellasRecordings.com has lots of new updates - lots of free mp3s, free videos, free stuff.

But at least I have kick ass jewelry.
Gucci watch I got in London:

A diamond cluster in a pave setting white gold ring:

A black stainless steel ring with lasered engravings on the enamel:

A white gold ring with 3 big diamonds with bagettes on side:

A white gold ring with a skeleton head with diamonds and black diamonds:

My foot and hand:

My favorite jewelry though (not shown) is my 4 carat bracelet and old wedding ring.

Love
Isabella
xoxoxo

Erotic Hypnosis MP3: Femdom Control

Published on October 21, 2007 in . 1 Comment

Erotic Hypnosis Recording mp3

Erotic Hypnosis MP3: Femdom Control

Be a slave to Isabella and give up all your control, your will, and sacrifice yourself at My feet. Become obsessed with the sound of My high heels walking on the floor as you bow before Me. Give up your rights as a man and become a lowly slave who longs to wear a collar while being lead by a leash by My might wrist. Experience bondage in leather and locks, wearing a hood and being forced to crawl with your arms behind your back as you struggle to serve Me.

Triggers implanted to help you become more submissive to Me as you get aroused thinking of how deeply you crave serving Me. Whether I spit in your mouth or make you suck on the spike of My stiletto, you will enjoy every minute of it. There is no orgasm command in this, however, there is one within a post-hypnotic suggestion. I recommend wearing stereo headphones so you can hear the binaural audio voices that will enhance your hypnotic trance.

Fetishes include:
Erotic hypnosis, femdom, bondage, arm binders, wrist cuffs, leather hood, padlocks, crawling, licking My stilettos, leather fetish, tasting My saliva, shoe fetish, mild pain, triggers, post-hypnotic suggestion, BDSM, collaring, and slavery.

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: Yes
Length: 43 minutes, 40 seconds
Zip File Size: Approx. 41 MB
Price: $35.00

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Isabella’s feet and legs

Published on October 19, 2007 in Journal posts. 6 Comments

It’s funny because many of my customers have foot fetishes, but I’ve always thought I had ugly feet. One of my potential move-in slaves also has a foot fetish and I often worry if he’ll even find them attractive when he sees them. My legs often get banged up because I’m very active and I have a lifetime of “war wounds” so to speak - all over my legs, everything from scissor scars, cat scars, ringworm scars (yeah, ringworms from when I was 8 years old), and bruises from trying to be tough all the time. Not just that, but I got big, wide feet. They *were* a size 11, but since the weight loss, I’d say they’re about 10 1/2 right now. That’s a lot of foot, yo!

I tried to shoot them in the most flattering angles I could. But I can’t work magic on these babies. I gotta warn you though, they’re not so hot.

Told ya so…

Love
Isabella
xoxoxoxo

Erotic Hypnosis MP3: Chastity Imprisonment

Published on October 19, 2007 in . 1 Comment

Erotic Hypnosis Recording mp3

Erotic Hypnosis MP3: Chastity Imprisonment

Be hypnotized and introduced to the concept of chastity, where the only thing that fulfills your desires is to wear a chastity device in My honor. Become obsessed with the humiliation and agony of being unable to masturbate while I relentlessly tease you. I love knowing you are unable to get a full erection when you wear it, because it makes it even more fun for Me to make your balls cry.

You know you want Me. You want Me even more when I wiggle My beautiful ass in front of your face and remind you that you’ll never get the pleasure of having Me.

The closest chance you’ll get to masturbating, or cumming for that matter, is if you pay a small Cum Tax. And even then, it doesn’t guarantee I’ll let your pathetic cock out to play.

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, 29 seconds
Zip File Size: Approx. 38 MB
Price: $35.00

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Deep Red

Published on October 19, 2007 in Journal posts. 5 Comments

I’m sure you all are getting tired of seeing photos of me by now, but I’ll post some more anyway. Besides, I have somewhat of a photography obsession (can you tell)?

Last night there were bad storms in the area and I remember thinking, If I knew a tornado was going to destroy my house and I was given only 2 minutes to grab emergency stuff before getting out alive, what would I grab? I immediately thought of grabbing two cameras (my digital slr and my HD video camera), all lenses, attachments, camera bag, laptop, and laptop charger. And then I remember thinking, oh crap I forgot my rechargable batteries and charger for the camera! and I ran back upstairs to grab it before the whole house was destroyed. Hard to believe that I didn’t even think about grabbing my purse, my credit cards, any clothes, food, or even my cat! My priorities aren’t the best, I suppose. But the way I see it, I can always videotape the tornado and sell it to CNN which would pay for all the stuff I left behind. hehe

I gotta stop thinking about such morbid things. I dunno. I lived in Alabama for 17 years of my life, so I grew up around tornadoes. At one point, when I was a photographer for a local newspaper, I actually chased a tornado down in Eclectic, AL and captured it on camera for the front page. My coworkers said I was a fool back then (they’d probably still say that today, now that I come to think of it). My boss said, “Chase what you want, but we won’t cover you if you get hurt.” It was such an awesome experience, I gotta tell you. At one point, the wind literally threw me back 5 feet before I hit a brick wall of our office building (thank god I was close enough to the wall that I didn’t get hurt). After that, I got inside my beat up white Honda Accord and drove west because that was the direction it was heading. Four or five miles later, I began thinking, Where is it? I don’t see it and I pulled over on the side of the road frustrated and screaming at the top of my lungs, “Come on motherfucker! Let me see you!” I’m telling you, it was as though the wind heard me. All of a sudden out of NOWHERE a small whirlwind came out of the clouds (but didn’t touch the actual ground) and it made a big enough tornado whirl that it was considered a tornado. That was the closest I’ve ever gotten to one. When I got back to the office, I asked my boss to develop the photos (this was a small local paper so we didn’t have digital cameras back then, only film) so we could see the pictures. To be honest, it looked like crap. There were no zoom lenses available. No telephoto lens or special effects. But from that day forward, I swore I would get a great shot of a tornado. Still working on it.

So anyway - I suppose my cameras are my prized possessions (although not the most expensive). I’m such a firm believer in the theory that something must be observed in order for it to exist. So I constantly document my life around me. If there’s a tornado, I want to prove to people I saw it by taking a great photo. If I lost a ton of weight, I want photos to prove it. If I don’t share photos and don’t tell people, then it inspires no one. But if I share, it can change people’s lives forever. If I see a house collapse, I want a kick ass photo that shows it falling down. If I don’t tell people or don’t document it, it changes the domino effect. I want to be there as life happens and document it accordingly. If I’m the only observer, it makes the existence so-so. But when the observation is shared with multiple people, the existence is recognized as not only truth, but as a cosmic reality that when witnessed becomes a part of what evolves forever. I know it doesn’t make sense, but think about it. If there were a war and no one documented it (if everyone was killed and no one knew), then it’s as though it never existed. If one person witnesses it, it’s hearsay. If it’s witnessed by multiple people and/or documented with photos, papers, or credible testimonials - then the war itself plays a part in how the world begins to change and how other countries, rulers, and future wars and disagreements take shape. I am getting off topic. I ramble sometimes.

Love
Isabella
xoxooxxo

Site update - new look

Published on October 19, 2007 in Journal posts. 2 Comments

I know most readers visit IsabellasRecordings.com out of habit because it’s updated more frequently. However, I’ve spent the last few weeks really revamping the categories of IsabellaValentine.com to let it reach it’s full potential. Over the next few months, you’ll see many more new photos, videos, mp3s, etc. Also on IsabellaValentine.com there are more free videos than there are on IsabellasRecordings.com (did you know that?)…

Anyway the front page has been completely redesigned and all the mp3s are now sorted by categories to make it easier for browsing.

Visit IsabellaValentine.com here and enjoy the upgraded look!

Love
Isabella
xoxoox

Spiderwoman

Published on October 18, 2007 in Journal posts. 4 Comments

I know some of you may think this is corny, but I am a little sad today.

Remember that spider I photographed about a week or so ago? I had mentioned that every day when I bike, I see it. It had become sort of a good luck charm because for nearly 3 weeks, I saw it every day in the same location in the middle of the spider web.

Today, unfortunately… the spiderweb has been destroyed. All day (even right now) there has been a tornado watch in my county. Earlier this morning there was a storm and sadly, the spider web was wiped out by the rain and wind. I don’t know if the spider survived.

The thing is, spiders have frightened me throughout my life. My spider-phobia has been a fear I’ve been working on for some time and overcoming it has been an ongoing process - but it has come a long way, thanks to NLP and reframing. But this one spider… the one I photographed in my journal… is the one spider that actually made me smile. It was sort of the one little insect that seemed to say, “You’ve biked this far, now keep going,” because the location of the spiderweb is approx. 3 miles into my daily ride.

It’s no longer there. I never thought I’d be sad over a spider. (Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t mind if all spiders died, but not this one.) He or she (I’d like to assume it’s a woman just because it was so beautiful) seemed to give me a sense of calmness. Ridiculous as it may sound, I sometimes felt as if the spider were saying to me, “I’m not going to attack you. I am going to sit here and catch my flies and eat them because I am powerful. You and I are both powerful and I am protecting your Goddesshood by eating the insects that may be bothersome to you.”

I hope that Mother Nature showed mercy towards her this morning. If I see the spider rebuilding any time soon, I’ll let you all know (not that anyone cares). Personally, it would be quite empowering to see a spider rebuilding its home after being destroyed and evicted from its haven. It reminds me a little bit of real life - when people’s homes and relationships are destroyed. Some people cry and get depressed and get into a rut. Then there are other people who brush themselves off, wipe away their tears, and vow to keep on pressing - to overcome the bad and rebuild themselves regardless of external challenges that are thrown their way. I’d like to think all of us can hurdle over every obstacle in every situation. The thing is, I doubt the spider even knew anyone noticed her. Kind of like all of us, who think no one notices us or what we do - only to come to find out that weeks, months, or even years later - someone approaches us and says, “I’ve been watching you - and you are such an inspiration.” I’d like to believe that if the spider is still alive and rebuilds its home in the same spot, that she will have inspired me.

One common theory is that if we are not observed, do we really exist? Without an observer, none of us are even here. I want that spider to know it was not only observed, but I recognize its existence. I certainly hope that in this unpredictable life in the cosmos, that somehow she limps along and comes back so I can wave at her the next time I go biking.

Love
Isabella
xoxoxo

Dr. Fred Alan Wolf

Published on October 17, 2007 in Journal posts. 3 Comments

I have always loved books by Fred Alan Wolf (he’s the #1 person I think I’d like to have lunch with and have the coolest conversation about physics)… but one of my customers bought me a book called “Dr. Quantum’s Little Book of Big Ideas” that is just FULL of quotes of thoughts I believe. I really like the oneliners and short tidbits in this book. here are some of my favorites:

“We are composed of large number of selves.”

I totally believe that. I believe there are an infinite number of selves living within me (and within each one of us). That’s what makes us complex and beautiful. I am egotistical, yet humble. I am stingy, yet charitable. I can be both happy and angry. I can be rude, yet sweet. I can be opinionated, yet other times keep my mouth shut and silence myself. We all have that. He was able to narrow that belief into one simple sentence.

“Even though we don’t experience a flipping back and forth between universes, it may actually be taking place. We might go to sleep and wake up in another universe, but we’d never know because whatever was happening in that universe would seem consistent and logical to us. We wouldn’t know we’d made the leap!”

That is the coolest thing in the world. Can you imagine waking up every day in a different universe? It is totally possible. I also agree with him that we don’t experience a “flip flop” between universes because subatomic particles move randomly to infinite locations, but never the same location twice.

“Parallel universes have effects one upon the other. We’re in all the universes at once.”

I DEFINITELY believe that. Just today I suddenly feel like a different person than I did yesterday. And yesterday I felt like I was living off some strange parallel of myself. It is so hard to explain without sounding totally crazy, but HE gets me.

If I could share My glorious pedestal with any male in the world, I would like to extend my hand to Dr. Wolf. (Don’t get me wrong, I’d like him to submit to me and spank him with a belt cause it turns me on, but I’d still let him share the glory.) Since I consider myself a Goddess - I consider him a God. It’s so cool reading his thoughts on parallel universes because our beliefs are incredibly similar. And just when I believe something to be true, he throws in yet another possibility. I wish I could just sit down with him and have a conversation where we could ping pong ideas off one another. I would love to be a subatomic particle inside his mind and just float in his brain for a while. Nothing is hotter than a physicist who knows how to use his brain. He’s qwirky, funny, crazy, and smart as a mofo. I wish he were my next door neighbor so we could chat all the time, stare at the stars, and share our strange beliefs without fear of ridicule. I loooove his open mind. An open mind is a rare thing. His mind is not only open, but I believe it is infinitely open. Big difference.

By the way, my favorite book by him is appropriately titled, “Parallel Universes” which is a must read for anyone. Anyone can understand it. It’s easily written and has lots of examples in which people can relate.

Love
Isabella
xoxoxo

Sami

Published on October 17, 2007 in Journal posts. 3 Comments

Not that anyone cares what I think about the Sami Brady / E.J. / Lucas saga on Days of Our Lives, but I’ll say it anyway. I’ve always been in to Sami’s character. I usually fast forward the whole show and JUST watch Sami. When she finally tied the knot, I thought great, now she can finally be happy. But now she’s leaving her husband who has been so good to her… so she can marry her rapist to stop a family feud. Her rapist!

Don’t get me wrong, I know soap operas are silly. I know they’re, at times, borderling insanity. They’re not real and they’re redundant most of the time.

But for the fourth time in 13 years (the other times I stopped watching were either cause I didn’t have cable or was in the process of moving somewhere), I have stopped watching the show. It’s been two full weeks since I stopped watching. I know this won’t be a permanent thing, as the show does change. But personally, I can’t support a marriage to a rapist. It’s silly, I know, considering all the horrible things Sami has done in the past (kidnapping, blackmail, attempted murder, etc.)… but I think the writers of the show have either hit an all-time low (the reason she is marrying him is absolutely far-fetched beyond any reason whatsoever), or maybe this was a smart move to upset people and get people talking.

Maybe I’ll start watching again in 3 or 4 months when she leaves EJ. I love seeing Sami happy, which is why I watch the show. But this is absolutely ridiculous. If any of you are DOOL fans, feel free to clue me in when she gets the marriage annulled so I can start watching again.

Love
Isabella
xooxox

P.S. I can still hear my dad’s voice, “Get over it. It’s a soap opera.”

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

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

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