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Sex life, granted!

Published on July 31, 2008 in Journal posts. 1 Comment

This morning I have been converted to a down-the-middle bisexual. I’m not sure why I never embraced the word “bisexual” before. A part of me felt it was sitting on a fence and being indecisive. Holy shit. There’s so many fences I’d like to sit on because I can jump over it whenever I want! Since 2003 I’ve embraced lesbianism and, although I had some romantic interludes with men, being with women was the easier way I could really let loose and feel true arousal.

I’ve asked slave m permission to talk about what I’m about to say, and we both would like to extend a peek into our lives for the purpose of hoping it connects to people on a very deep level. All we ask for is understanding. He and I have been living together off and on for almost two years but up until now we’ve had a nonexistent sex life. If I wanted to arouse him, I would hypnotize him or dominate him with whips and chains. He loved it. But the physical sex simply wasn’t there. Sometimes it would be hard for ME to get aroused by him, like if he would try to lick my pussy, because I would get aggravated because it didn’t feel right and I didn’t know how to take my time and teach him to do the things I like. By the way, teaching someone how to lick pussy while getting aroused is much harder than it appears! It was frustrating so I just gave up. Many times he’d walk away sad or disappointed because he felt he wasn’t pleasing me to the best of his abilities. It took me a while to embrace the idea that it was my RESPONSIBILITY to teach him and if I choose not to, then that’s my fault. Last night he licked my pussy on the kitchen floor after I hypnotized him which led to me cumming three floor-mopping times. He walked away feeling proud, a new man. Glowing with confidence. Then of course I gave him incentive to do it again in the future by reminding him that my world record is cumming 100 times within 2 hours. Now he has something to shoot for. Gotta have goals! While he went down on me, I did my very best to direct him. I guided him through the process of licking me the way I wanted to be licked. I explained how I like my clit sucked super hard but not too hard and when to lick softly and when to add more pressure. His eagerness to please me is so impressive that I want to reward him every minute. I remind him every day how happy I am that we’re together. I get goose bumps just remembering that he made me orgasm with his mouth for the first time - ever! Now I can’t wait to have his buried between my legs again. Hotness!!!

What I’m about to say might sound “crazy” to some and may land me in the hospital again, but I’ll say it anyway. I channeled Source/God into my hand while slave m slept (two nights ago) and allowed healing to flow from my hand into m’s cock. Many men, including slave m, struggle with erectile dysfunction and sometimes even impotence. He didn’t always used to have the problem. He used to brag about how good he was in bed, which is one of the things that appealed to me before we met. However right before he moved in, his testosterone levels began to decrease at a dangerously rapid pace which was causing a hormonal imbalance. For him it was embarrassing and he didn’t want to tell people about it. He started growing breasts (which he covers by wearing thick shirts), his voice became more soft and girly, his handwriting was super swirly and feminine, and many of his mannerisms were classic girl-like. For me, I felt a good way to ease his comfort would be to help him embrace feminization so he would embrace his fears of being humiliated for this problem. Sometimes I’d make fun of him just to prove to him how sexy it could be to be treated like a girl. He would get hard as a rock when I would dress him in panties or humiliate him. But most of the time I’d be sad when I’d want to be fucked and he’d have difficulty maintaining an erection. Viagara didn’t work. It was psychological and we both knew this. The night before I got admitted into the hospital, when I was “God,” I got the grand idea to balance our homonal levels. With my hand on his pituitary gland and then on his abdomen, I transferred my extra levels of testosterone into his body and transferred his extra estrogen into mine. Until that point, I always felt more masculine than feminine. He always felt more feminine than masculine. With the help of magic, we became balanced. We both felt the transfer and it had real energy behind it. He woke up out of his sleep and said, “I felt that!”

Last night (or was it the night before), I channeled God through my hand and concentrated on increasing his blood flow to his penis so that he could maintain erections for a longer period of time. His cock instantly got hard and STAYED hard and I wasn’t even arousing it. I only had one finger touching him and it wasn’t even moving. His cock must have stayed erect for at least an hour while he slept. (Which by the way, I seem to channel God the most when I’m sleeping so all this happened while we were in bed.) I told him that within 7 days his body would function normally again. I hypnotized him while he slept and watched his eyes twitch under his eyelids, which let me know his subconscious mind was listening.

This morning I wanted to test his cock out and make him my guinea pig. After I woke up from a beautiful dream and rolled over, there he was… sleeping like a baby. Out of curiousity, my eyes wandered down to his boxer shorts and there was his cock, hard as a rock. It was the first time I’d ever seen him sleeping with a boner. And it even appeared to have GROWN! My first instinct was, “Feel it. Touch it. Take it.” I just had to see how it would work!

I started sucking on his cock, which I had never done while he was waking up (in fact, yesterday was the first time I’d ever given him a blowjob before which blew his mind). His whole body responded to my mouth which made my pussy wet. I didn’t even care whether or not he was sleeping or awake. I just wanted to feel him hard in my mouth since an erection was a new experience for both of us. While sucking it, it started to get even bigger! It shocked the hell out of me. I thought it was as hard and as big as it was going to get! Then all of a sudden he woke up and realized what I was doing and he looked like a kid at Christmas when he realizes all the presents are for him. His deer-in-headlight eyes widened almost as much as his mouth did. I love seeing him shocked with happiness! We kissed, we touched. Then I told him I wanted to ride his big black cock, and boy did I mean it. In the past, this had been unsuccessful. His cock would eagerly get hard but then after a minute it would lay down and go to sleep even if psychologically he wanted it hard. This prevented me, before, from increasing my desire to have sex with him. He desperately wanted to give me an orgasm with his cock but the more we tried, the harder it became.

The night before I was hospitalized, I channeled Jesus into my body and decided to be a martyr for sex the way he was a martyr for violence. Slave m was having sex with me but his cock was limp and falling out and the whole time, I was screaming, “Yes! Fuck me!” And I was screaming so loud it could have awakened the whole neighborhood. For nearly thirty minutes, I magically “felt” his cock even though it wasn’t technically inside me. Slave m said I exhibited animal-like behavior. After that, I really can’t recall too much.

While I was hospitalized for “hallucinating I was God,” our bodies learned to heal. I even learned the art of forgiveness. It was a beautiful experience to finally TRULY forgive my mom, who I felt violently abused me physically and emotionally when I was a child. Now I love her so much that I’ll do anything for her. There are an infinite amount of methods a person can use to raise their children which avoid violence, however my mom was only aware of one way. I realized she did the best she could and she was only obeying what she thought was right. As far as slave m, he learned the art of removing guilt and sadness, which increased his inner confidence. For years, he’d feel guilty for everything, even if it wasn’t his fault. And I had deep-seeded vengeance in my heart because of my mom which is one reason why I secretly loved beating people. It was my therapeutic way of releasing my anger without actually allowing myself to be angry. That is healed now. For both of us. And I wanted to reward both of us by having sensational sex!

I crawled on top of him and before I put his cock in my pussy, I said things to him which let him know I love him. I told him I’d do anything for him, that I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love him now. That I didn’t know love before. That I see it now. The look on his face was the warmest, most beautiful look I think I’d ever seen from him. We made love. It started off slow and gentle and then built up with such momentum he rolled me over and fucked me doggy style really hard. I came. I orgasmed. I screamed. His cock pounded my uterus. Most of the time I couldn’t even force my eyes open because there was no choice but to surrender to the pain of the pleasure of the pounding! It was impossible to “fake it” because there was wetness all over the sheets and every time he rammed me, his cock would break me open a little bit more. So THAT’S what an orgasm feels like with a cock inside me! Ok, here’s my just-in press release. Penises are now officially hot! It was the first time we both actually, truly, had sex from foreplay to orgasm without interruption. It was orgasmic! It defied my wildest dream! Insert a thousand superlatives here! I loved screaming and telling him how big his cock was in my pussy. If penises are meant to hurt, then I’m a masochist. I could tell he loved hearing me scream, because the harder I screamed, the deeper he’d thrust. And it turned me on even more watching him grow more confident. Hearing him grunt, listening to the slapping of skin. Hot. I’m so grateful I learned how to trust people. The reward was orgasm.

Most memorably, was being able to listen to how fast his heart was beating, feel his sweaty black body against mine, and hear him out of breath when we finally collapsed from sheer exhaustion. We snuggled, we kissed. We got the “real” experience. He’s the only cock I’ve had inside me for 2 years so I was tighter than a virgin. *DEW!!!!* Just talking about this makes me so happy! I had sex! I had sex! I had sex! I wanna scream it from a rooftop! I wanna have it again!

Today I’m proud to say our sex life has turned extraordinary. I can’t wait to fuck him again when he reads this journal entry and realizes I’m gonna relinquish his cock with another treat. By the way, I’ve been off meds for two days now. All the stuff I’ve been feeling is genuine and real, without prescriptions added. Source must have desired this too because it felt as though God was masturbating while watching us fuck each other’s brains out like virgin teenagers! *SEXY Grrrrrrooowllllll* Let’s all fuck for God! She can enjoy porn too!

By the way, my friend Kay emailed me a humble suggestion (THANK YOU!) to handwrite slave m a letter and tell him how much he means to me. After he read my letter, he almost cried and said he’d never read anything so beautiful before and he put it in a safe place to keep it. We ended up necking and making out on the staircase for about an hour just telling each other beautiful things. It was a fantastic suggestion!

I would love to hear what other people have done to spice up their sex lives and what helped bring new life into the romantic aspect of it. Sometimes just a compliment is all it takes. Please, if you read this, will you share one of your favorite things to do to make someone feel good? I can’t wait to implement your ideas!

Love
Isabella
xooxoxo

Life Enchantment

Published on July 30, 2008 in Journal posts. 2 Comments

It means so much to me that an extraordinary amount of people wrote me with letters of support, encouragement, or stories of similar experiences to what happened to me last week. I really felt that I was *alone* in my surreal spiritual first-hand experience last week. I was AMAZED at the outpouring of replies from people who shared personal stories of how people they knew went through almost exactly what I went through and almost all of them have one thing in common. Spiritual experiences can sometimes be perceived as disorders because, frankly, those who haven’t yet reached that level of enlightenment think *we’re* the crazy ones. It’s a beautiful thing to surrender to spirituality and the path I’ve been on is one I’d travel over and over again.

I allow myself to be an easy target, which is why I sometimes receive cruel letters from good people who are deeply insecure. I’ve been called everything from a fat whore to a hypnotist pig to an unfit scary person. Those letters make me more beautiful, so keep sending them! Ironically, one person wrote me today and said I shouldn’t be allowed to do my profession and should change my field. That struck me as funny actually. Didn’t I just mention two entries ago I wanted to change my profession to become a medical doctor? It’ll take years till that’s accomplished, but it’s important to have dreams. Not just that… but it seems equally humorous that one would assume that doctors, hypnotists, well… any profession for that matter… never get sick or get illnesses. Although some might call it denial, I still don’t think I’m sick, and in fact think I am perfectly well (and yes, I can still admit I went 3 nights sleep deprived which may have resulted or been symptoms of the hallucinations). If I were bipolar, I would have really high highs and really low lows. If I had a history of low-low’s then sure, I could see that. But I’ve been consistently high for two years. It’s like an adrenaline rush most of the time and it’s like I’ve been injected with shots of euphoria. The times I’ve been sad, which haven’t been many, lasted at most, two days and they were justified - whether my cat was in the hospital or someone broke up with me or moved out or whatever. So let’s see. In the last 5 years, I’ve experienced tremendous sadness for maybe a total of 10 days. Each one felt justified for sadness. When friend Aaron died, my heart needed to mourn. When my cat was in the hospital (twice), I kept my composure but still felt an ache. When I’ve had relationship troubles, sure I’d cry. It means a lot to me that people have written me and said that’s normal and we ALL go through that. We wouldn’t be human if we never experienced sadness.

Sadness and depression are two different things. I don’t think I’ve lived one depressed day of my life. Not even when I was a child. Sometimes I actually wish I WERE depressed simply so I could reach out to people who ARE depressed so I can help them out of it. Sometimes I wish I could take all the pain and misery from every person on earth and carry it on my shoulders just so other people could feel WELL and ALIVE. But that’s not my purpose during Earth-game. Right now I’m here to help people relieve sexual stress and tension. That’s why erotic hypnosis comes so naturally to me. Fetish is my middle name. Fantasy is where I live. I’m glad that God has a sense of humor with me and allows me to be a sexual Goddess in this game of life because every sign in the world seems to tell me I’m on the right path.

I’ll be the first to admit I’m far from perfect. Sometimes I pretend to be. It’s a game I play. Lately, though, I’ve been stuffing my face with humble pie and the humility tastes really good. I even gave my slave a blowjob this morning for the first time - ever. I did it because I love him and I’m confident enough in my dominant personality to not let labels prevent me from exploring my submissive side too. Anyone who read my journal entries from five years ago knows I was submissive long before I was a dominant. Great mistresses/masters were likely great submissives. How else will the one in charge know what the slave wants? It takes one to know one. Great leaders were likely great followers. It’s how they learned to speak to others and convince them to come along. Great hypnotists were likely great listeners. Great doctors were likely great patients. Now I want to be a doctor because I know what it’s like to need treatment. I know how I want to reach people. I felt that one of the doctors was quite rude to me because he wouldn’t listen to me. I want to be one of those doctors who makes a lifelong positive impact on people’s lives and takes the time to listen and connect with patients. Most doctors, in my opinion, are good people. However, if more of them took communication classes - patients would likely experience healing at a more accelerated rate.

I could write forever. When my fingers design the words that sculpt a brand new journal entry, I get lost in translation. Interpretation is where I tiptoe though, because everyone has different opinions. I only write because I want to connect. It’s hard to find brutally honest people who lay everything out there. It’s a vulnerable journey. If I weren’t vulnerable, I doubt I’d be this successful. If I weren’t honest, my customers would probably see me as “just another erotic hypnotist” or “just another domme on the internet.” There are days all I want to do is put my real name out there instead of hiding behind the fictious name, “Isabella Valentine.” Friends and family say using a stage name is the smart, safe, and cautious thing to do. Others say it’ll benefit future paths to remain cloaked, since I’m technically in the adult field. But I gotta admit, it sucks sometimes to have a real name and a fake name. Thankfully, the two personas overlap nicely and what I believe, Isabella believes. Is it just a name? When I created the character of Isabella Valentine, I gave her a fake birthday and a fake city to live in and fake interests, because I wanted people to like her. However people liked me more when I was honest. And my income more than quadrupled just by showing vulnerability. For years, I’ve poured honesty onto the pages and many people lurk my blog without commenting. Sometimes people have nothing to say. Sometimes they have everything to say but don’t know how to say it. Who is my audience? Anyone who wants to know me.

I’m past the point of trying to impress people. The life I live is the one I’ve designed myself. And everyone has the ability to do the same thing. That’s the difference between someone confident and someone snobby. A confident person thinks, “I’m great and so is everyone else.” And a snob thinks, “I’m great and no one else is.” I can tell you right now that all I want to do is empower people. It turns me on (even sexually) to watch people become their best selves. In the last year, I’ve humbly learned that I cannot change people. Sure everyone knows this age-old secret, but it doesn’t mean I believed it. I can reframe opinions, sure. But a person only changes if they want to change. And THAT is why I’ve learned to find humor in replies from insecure people who send, what I call “target letters,” designed to get a rise out of me. The only rise I might get is a hard clitty.

This does beg the question, are our emotions solid? I can’t help but doubt it. If I had a penny for each time I’ve changed my mind, evolved, or changed my perspective, I think I’d be a trillionaire by now. Answers I gave a month, a year, or five years ago will certainly appear differently now. I certainly hope so, too! If we aren’t willing to improve by changing our minds, how can we be role models for our voyeurs? It takes a strong person to be willing to change course on a different life path. More power to them! If they happen to hallucinate along the way cause they’re having a beautiful spiritual experience, then by all means introduce me to them!

Love
Isabella
xoxoxox

Brave the heart

Published on June 3, 2008 in Journal posts. 0 Comments

So this morning I mustered up all the courage within me… and confronted my fear of rejection head on. I used every possible communication skill within me to share my fears, worries, and concerns with my partner as well as asked what I could have done differently or what would make this work better for us in the future and the response was shockingly beautiful. My partner, Xaenith… wants to take things slow. Breathe. I can play the slow game. I kick ass at the slow game. The most beautiful things in life are the ones that took a great deal of time to create. It would be an honor to create this relationship from the foundation up knowing there is all the time in the world to piece it together. I just needed to hear there was mutual interest. And WOW was there.

It still, though, however… does not appease the horniness.

I suppose the next best thing to being with a partner is… listening to my own recordings. I can do that. In fact, you all should expect all my future recordings (if they’re not already) to be intensely personal.

Love
Isabella
xoxoxoox

Can there be intimacy in porn?

Published on May 14, 2008 in Journal posts. 1 Comment

Perhaps what I’m about to say isn’t a shared opinion. And perhaps it might even upset some people in the adult web cam industry. My goal is to express my experience and not to undermine anyone’s work ethic. So before I begin discussing the topic at hand, I’d like to preface this by saying I have many (real life) friends who work successfully and diligently in the adult industry working their webcams and of COURSE there will ALWAYS be exceptions to the rule. Here is what happened last night.

Ok. So as you may know, I’ve been out of state for the last week staying at a family member’s house. With all the lack of privacy and lack of time, I absolutely did not masturbate during the vacation. For me, that’s a long time! I’m used to masturbating maybe once per day or at LEAST once every two days. So for me to go nearly a week was mentally exhausting. When I got home, my roommate Jenni was packing her suitcase for a vacation to Maryland… so naturally, a lightbulb goes off and I think, “Yay I get the house to myself! I can masturbate and orgasm as loud as I want!”

So night time comes. I am alone in the house. I go online browsing for internet porn. This time I wanted something different than the usual dominant woman whipping a submissive girl. Variety is important or else I’ll get bored. This time I wanted to watch a girl on webcam. I just wanted to see her stripteasing and flirting into the camera as if I were in a stripclub. A girl who smiles, looks like the girl next door, and who likes to tease. Not hard, right? Since I knew what I wanted, now I had to figure out where to go.

I could have picked Niteflirt, because it’s where I work. But I opted against it because I’d hate to put a girl in a strange position to feel obligated to put on a show for one of her coworkers. Sometimes girls get pesky on Niteflirt if they think “competition” is watching them. And yes, I do have a separate screen name on Niteflirt for the very sole purpose of masturbating and getting off to girls. Most of the time they have no clue it’s me unless I just tell them. If I think even for a moment that a webcam girl on Niteflirt is intimidated by me (and most won’t admit it, but often times they are), I won’t pay for her services. When I’m in masturbation-mode, the last thing I want to do is “check out competition,” and instead just wanna get my nut off.

So I went to an unfamiliar adult cam website, which I’ll leave nameless. If you’re desperate to know the name, email me (not through Niteflirt) and I’ll tell you. The girls were pretty and beautiful, as are many camgirls in the industry. They even had a free chat you could have before hand with the girls. The girls wouldn’t really type back, but they would look all cute and pretty in the preview video screen. I went from one girl’s video preview screen to another… looking for someone who, frankly, didn’t appear bored out of her mind. Now don’t get me wrong, I understand that it is impossible to be in a hot, horny, happy mood 24 hours a day. I’m well familiar with this adult industry and was a phone sex operator for many years before becoming a hypnotist. I know a lot of the attitudes are “put on” to make the customer feel happy, and that was ok with me. I didn’t need genuine “hot and horny” from a girl. But I at LEAST wanted her to pretend she was hot for me. Was that too much to ask? Couldn’t a girl just pretend to be excited to see a paying customer?

So I gave a girl a try. She looked adorable in the preview screen. It was a pay-per-minute deal, and I had about an hour’s worth of credits. The minute she comes on, she strips completely naked (absolutely no teasing involved at all) and begins going through the motions like a robot. And I stopped her and explained what I wanted. I told her it would turn me on if she took her time and stripteased her clothes like a stripper. Where she’ll show a breast, then cover it up. Show her ass, then play hard to get. And I also know that it’s important for ME to be just as vocal about what *I* want so that she’s not left playing a guessing game. She immediately got redressed and then sat there like an idiot. She rubbed the same spot on her panties the whole time without moving her legs, her arms, nothing. It was like watching the Twilight Zone on crack. She was a zombie. I left. I wanted someone else.

Girl number two. Hot, cute, wore glasses. Million dollar smile. Very very very cute. I figured if she wears glasses maybe she’s intelligent and can give me lots of eye contact which is very hot, especially in a stripclub. I paid for a private show and we began. I described what I wanted but she seemed confused. Finally she just asked if she wanted me to zoom in on her face and I said sure. So the duration of the time, she either put a dildo or her finger in her mouth and sucked on it. I did not want to pay by the minute to watch a girl sucking on something. Again I spoke up and told her what I wanted: a striptease. That’s all I had been trying to get. Nothing. She kept sucking her finger like a baby. I left.

Maybe third time would be a charm. Third girl. At this point I didn’t even care if I got a striptease. I just wanted to get aroused. Until this point, I wasn’t even slightly aroused. Those who know me can testify that even mundane things like leaves, trees, and carpet can sexually excite me. Come on ladies, I’m easy to arouse. Honest. I got money to spend, take your time. Let’s do this. So this other girl comes on, she actually begins doing a striptease without me even asking. Wow. How hot. Perfect body. Instant clit boner. Fucking hot. About ten minutes go by, she’s been doing lots of eye contact into the camera, touching her body, etc… and then…. she ruined my nut. She began typing on the computer. At first I thought she was typing to me and there must have been a delay. Nope. She continued to type and type and type to people. Apparently I wasn’t the only one watching this so-called “private show.”

Sorry, but I absolutely cannot get off watching a girl type on her keyboard to another “customer.” It ruined the fantasy of thinking that, temporarily, she was really interested in me. I left.

Fuck it.

So I did the unthinkable. I masturbated looking at a photo of myself. It worked. It was better than getting laid. Looking directly into my own eyes, I established intimacy. And because it was a self-portrait, I knew what I was thinking at the time and it was genuine arousal. And because it ME, what’s not to like but yourself? It’s not the first time I’ve masturbated to my picture, video, or voice… and certainly won’t be the last. After last night, I can only assume I’ll want to display more things worth wacking off too, at least for me.

Love
Isabella
xoxoxoxo

Why Men Love Bitches

Published on March 20, 2008 in Journal posts. 0 Comments

Why Men Love Bitches

Mind Reading: Why Men Love Bitches

Why Men Love Bitches by Sherry Argov

ISBN: 1-58062-756-0

Published by Adams Media

Page 28
Attraction Principle #11 states: Being right on the verge of getting something generates a desire that has to be satisfied. Men often admit, “You always want what you can’t have.” The bitch never lets him feel that he has her under his thumb. Since he never quite has her, he never stops pursuing her. So when he thinks he’s making progress and he has you right where he wants you, sometimes it’s appropriate to gently remind him that you aren’t under his thumb.

Page 55
It’s not that the bitch is slutty or more conservative – it’s that she demands that he treat her as though she is “worthwhile.” And more often than not, it means revealing her sexuality a little at a time. With her demeanor, the bitch is subtly “driving that train.” Because he perceives her as slightly standoffish, he knows a lot of other men can’t get to her. In fact, he’s not even sure if he can have her. So he’ll rarely get the luxury of being able to assume that she’s a “good time only” companion.

Pages 107-110
Attraction Principle #47 states: The second a woman works overtime to make herself fit his criteria, she has lowered the standard of that relationship. As long as a woman stays in control of remaining who she is, he will need her. When a man thinks about a woman who has control over herself, he automatically thinks about her preferences and about ways to please her… When a man treats a woman with disrespect and she takes it, he begins to lose respect for her….A man will respect a woman who is clear and direct about what she needs, without waffling or second-guessing herself.

Pages 217-18
Attraction Principle #95 states: A man feels he’s won, or conquered a woman, when she eats out of the palm of his hand. The bitch is never fully conquered. At which point, he gets bored. So why do men love bitches? With a bitch, they never feel as though they’ve quite conquered her, so they keep trying. Some men try for a lifetime. When a man is with a woman who is willing to bend over backward, it almost invites mistreatment… It’s a basic difference between men and women: Women want safety and predictability and men long for excitement, danger, and unpredictability. As a child, the nice girl played with Barbie and her Ken doll; she grew up with the mental image that she, too, would live “happily ever after.” Little boys want nothing to do with the Ken doll – they identify with exciting figures who live dangerously, like Batman, Superman, and Spiderman. Ask any mother which child she finds more troublesome – a son or a daughter. Most mothers confess that boys are more difficult, especially if there are more than one. Why? For most men, safe = boring. So they look for ways to add excitement and danger, and go out of their way to pursue things that are difficult. Its this very element of danger that draws him to a bitch.

If you enjoyed reading this, you may also enjoy this erotic hypnosis recording available as an mp3 download titled “Cage Confinement.”

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When It Comes To Guys, What’s Normal?

Published on March 20, 2008 in Journal posts. 0 Comments

When It Comes to Guys, What’s Normal?

Mind Reading: When It Comes To Guys, What's Normal?

When It Comes to Guys, What’s Normal? By Bernice Kanner

ISBN: 0-312-34816-9

Published by St. Martin’s Press

Pages 63-68

Got Penis Envy?
The average man’s erect penis stretches 5.988 inches, about the size of a medium cup of coffee at Starbucks, while stubby ones measure in at 2.4 inches and lengthy ones at 11 inches. A third of men would have their penis enlarged if the procedure didn’t hurt or cost anything. More than four out of five guys have measured themselves. Sixteen percent consider themselves “well endowed”; 12 percent suspect they’re on the small size.

How Frisky Are You?
The average man has sex 138 times a year, spending 28 minutes a session on it, counting foreplay and the actual act (though with a long-standing partner the session lasts on average 16 minutes). The mean for married men (of all ages) is around six times a month: most would like it twice that often. The main reason for the disparity is no longer headaches: it’s fatigue. Sixteen percent of men claim they usually have multiple orgasms.

How Kinky?
Almost one in five guys use porn to spice up the sex act. Eight percent have tied up a partner or been tied up themselves. And 36 percent call their organs cutesy names.

Are You Preoccupied with Sex?
The average Joe spends 730 hours a year musing about sex – and 22 hours a year having it. Fifty-four percent say they think about sex at least once a day. Half were so desperate that they’ve had sex with someone for whom they had absolutely no feelings. Seventeen percent own up to having kept a dating partner past her expiration date for sex on a regular basis. Twenty-seven percent have done it with someone out of pity. Yet, 52 percent consider sex overrated: often they’d rather play soccer or go to the gym. Eleven percent can imagine going through life celibate and without regrets.

Ever Done It With Another Man?
By one count, 6.3 percent of man have – twice the percent of women who have had same sex relationships.

How Many Notches On Your Belt?
The average man has 17 lovers in his lifetime. Ninety-two percent have at least 10. Fifty-one percent can’t recall the first and last name of each sexual partner. Four percent have had sex with a total stranger.

Do You Take Matters Into Your Own Hands?
Nearly 85 percent of men in a relationship secretly pleasure themselves. Although masturbation causes no harm, four out of five men remember being told the terrors that would befall them if they “played with it” – that they’d become cross-eyed, blind, deaf, or crazy, that hair would grow on their hands, or that “it” would fall off.

Paid For It?
Nineteen percent of men reveal they have called a sex hotline. Fewer than one in three has ever hired a prostitute. Forty percent would consider having sex for money and half could imagine themselves getting paid to pose nude in a magazine.

Turned On By The Chase?
Sixty percent of men find the challenge stimulating, but 40 percent don’t think jumping through hoops is worth their time or effort. And they consider the person who makes them do it unworthy.

What Constitutes Infidelity?
Men have a fairly loose standard. Eighty-eight percent consider only their partner having intercourse with another man to qualify. Seventy-eight percent consider fondling another indicative of infidelity, while 51 percent consider kissing someone else an act of infidelity. Just shy of half rank phone sex in this class and 42 percent would similarly classify cybersex. Just one in three men would draw the line at holding hands with another and 17 percent would include lustfully thinking about another. Sixteen percent regard flirting as cheating and six percent – sensitive sorts – view looking at another in this category.

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Trans Liberation

Published on March 11, 2008 in Journal posts. 0 Comments

Trans Liberation

Mind Reading: Trans Liberation

Trans Liberation by: Leslie Feinberg

ISBN: 0-8070-7950-2

Published by: Beacon Press

Pages 6-8

I am a human being who unnerves some people. As they look at me, they see a kaleidoscope of characteristics they associate with both males and females. I appear to be a tangled knot of gender contradictions. So they feverishly press the question on me: woman or man? Those are the only two words most people have as tools to shape their question.

“Which sex are you?” I understand their question. It sounds so simple. And I’d like to offer them a simple resolution. But merely answering woman or man will not bring relief to the questioner. As long as people try to bring me into focus using only those two lenses, I will always appear to be an enigma.

The truth is, I’m no mystery. I’m a female who is more masculine than those prominently portrayed in mass culture. Millions of females and millions of males in this country do not fit the cramped compartments of gender that what we have been taught are “natural” and “normal.” For many of us, the words woman or man, ma’am or sir, she or he – in and of themselves – do not total up the sum of our identities or of our expressions. Speaking for myself, my life only comes into focus when the word transgender is added to the equation.

Simply answering whether I was born female or male will not solve the conundrum. Before I can even begin to respond to the question of my own birth sex, I feel it’s important to challenge the assumption that the answer is always as simple as either-or. I believe we need to take a critical look at the assumption that is built into a seemingly innocent question: “What a beautiful baby – is it a boy or a girl?”

The human anatomical spectrum can’t be understood, let alone appreciated, as long as female or male are considered to be all that exists. “Is it a boy or a girl?” Those are the only two categories allowed on birth certificates.

But this either-or leaves no room for intersexual people, born between the poles of female and male. Human anatomy continues to burst the confines of the contemporary concept that nature delivers all babies on two unrelated conveyor belts. So are the birth certificates changes to reflect human anatomy? No, the U.S. medical establishment hormonally molds and shapes and surgically hacks away at the exquisite complexities of intersexual infants until they nearly fit one category or the other.

A surgeon decides whether a clitoris is “too large” or a penis is “too small.” That’s a highly subjective decision for anyone to make about another person’s body. Especially when the person making the arbitrary decision is scrubbed up for surgery! And what is the criterion for a penis being “too small”? Too small for successful heterosexual intercourse. Intersexual infants are already being tailored for their sexuality, as well as their sex. The infants have no say over what happens to their bodies. Clearly the struggle against genital mutilation must begin here, within the borders of the United States.

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Being gay on American Idol

Published on February 20, 2008 in Journal posts. 0 Comments

This is going to be a rant, so be forewarned that I’m not exactly in the best of mood as I write this.

*begin rant*

For those of you who watched Tuesday night’s American Idol where the top 12 male singers performed, you may have remembered the performance Danny Noriega did, along with his responses to Simon. His singing was ok, nothing too great (he performed Elvis’s “Jailhouse Rock”). Danny decided in lieu of doing a song showcasing his vocals, he would impress the audience with his flamboyant personality and dancing on stage and getting really into the music. He did it brilliantly! However, during his responses to Simon, it became ever-more apparent that he is openly gay, flamboyant, and proud of it. He never said he was gay, but his very feminine mannerisms and over-the-top head rolling were dead give aways. I LOVED that about him. I LOVE a man who can embrace his masculine AND his feminine side and feel proud of himself. I wish more of my own customers would have that kind of confidence. It annoys me so much when my customers sort of do this whiny voice and say things like, “Bbbut what if sssomeone… finds… out that I wear panties?” I mean, really. It bothers me when people are always questioning themselves as if being feminine is somehow wrong. A part of me wants to rolls my eyes when guys constantly look to me as if I must reassure them that what they love to do is ok. Fucking wear them. Ok? It’s ok and if someone has a problem with it, it’s their issue - not yours. Wearing panties is not a big deal, for either gender. I don’t care if someone is a man or a woman, you have to do what makes you comfortable. If you don’t feel comfortable in your skin or in your clothes, then you’re going to look as uncomfortable to the outside world as an 800-lb. pregnant naked man trying to do a tightrope in a tutu. If something feels awkward, then don’t do it. I love Danny cause he’s fucking proud of himself and has confidence and charisma while identifying as (what I perceive to be) a gay or bisexual male.

After being introduced to Danny and his flamboyant nature, I curiously went to the forums at American Idol to see what other people thought of him. And fuck. It’s all negative. So many homophobic people in the world. What is the big fucking deal of someone being gay? This pisses me off so much. Why can’t people just ACCEPT one another regardless of their sexuality? What fucking difference does it make? Who fucking cares what gender someone likes? Does it make him worse as a performer if he’s gay?

One person wrote, “There are some gay men which really are great performers and talents… They don’t carry display their sexuality either… If this was american drag queen idol.. then a guy acting annoying and freaky would be ok… I want to see a guy sing.. I don’t want to be able to guess his sexual preference…”

That is possibly the most condescending thing a person could write. Danny is gay, not a drag queen. He wasn’t wearing makeup or female clothes. Where do these people get off writing this kind of stuff about a person? He said he wanted to see a guy sing, and he did. But he didn’t want to guess his sexual preference? What!? So when people watch heterosexual performers and they’re singing to members of the opposite sex, isn’t that guessing THEIR sexual preferences? What a dumb statement. Madonna is famously known for being multi-sexual and people are always talking about her sexual preference. It’s what MADE her.

Another person wrote, “I think he needs to take his pseudo “Panic at the Disco” haircut and his big girly pink lips and go home this week. And if you don’t want to be perceived as being gay, then don’t comment ON CAMERA on NETWORK TV in a homosexual sounding voice!”

Excuse me? A homosexual sounding voice? What exactly does THAT mean? A homosexual sounding voice? Oh I get it… everyone who is gay all sounds the same. *rolls eyes* If that were the case, people wouldn’t be hiding in the closet all the time and people would just automatically know. I’m a gay female, do I have a homosexual sounding voice? Come on now. Does my voice sound “gay”? Hell, most of my customers are men! Obviously my voice must come across as at LEAST bisexual because guys love the challenge of being with me. This just pisses me off cause it’s people like this who stereotype gay people and show how homophobic they truly are. It angers me because these hateful gay-haters are proud of their ignorance. It’s people like those above that made it difficult for me to come out of the closet. It was SO hard to come out to my family, and so many of them still won’t speak to me because they hate my lifestyle. And to know that even to this day, so many hateful comments like that are made. Telling someone they have a “homosexual sounding voice” is equivalent to telling someone they have a “black voice” or a “Jewish voice.” It’s rude and disrespectful.

And even worse, most of the comments about Danny online are so hateful, that it seems anyone who mentions his name gives him a gay-slur or say that he gives gay people a bad name. You know what? It’s about fucking time someone like Danny got on television. I’m so sick of homophobic people dissing gay people because of their flamboyancy or openness. It upsets me greatly that some folks can be so heartless, expecting gay people to transform into the heterosexual agenda for the task of pleasing the public.

Fuck the public. Be yourself.

I don’t think Danny is the world’s greatest singer by far. More than likely he won’t win. I doubt he’ll make the top 10. But for goodness sakes, I hope he stays on the show as long as possible, because someone somewhere is getting inspired by him and is realizing that he can persevere and be confident regardless of the hateful comments being thrown at him at every angle.

Homophobes can drink rat poison for all I care. Their bigotry and hatred is psychological murder. Eye for an eye.

*rant over*

Love
Isabella
xoxoxoox

Ascend into Goddesshood

Published on January 21, 2008 in Journal posts. 0 Comments

Erotic Hypnosis MP3: Ascend into Goddesshood

This energy-filled erotic hypnosis recording is designed to transform you into a living, breathing Sex Goddess, and guides you lovingly and meditatively to achieve Oneness and connectedness with yourself and others.

Do you want more prosperity, abundance, trust, ability to communicate with others to get what you want, be worshipped by your followers, and build strong relationships? Then this erotic hypnosis recording is perfect for you.

Everyone has a Goddess within them. It doesn’t matter if you are a woman or a man, the truth is - once you “tap into” that dynamic energy source and strengthen it, your inner-Goddess will illuminate throughout your body. People can make more money, be more sexy, and feel more confident to get what they want simply by plugging themselves into the higher power female-sex-energy source (which I personally call Lea~Koa, which is introduced in this mp3).

Every woman can become in tune with her body and her needs so that she allows the Goddess within her to grow. And it’s been said for thousands of years that men transform into “real men” once they accept their own femininity. I am a firm believer of the “Yin-Yang” theory, that every man has a feminine side and every female has a masculine side.

This mp3 allows room for personal interpretation, your OWN ideas, and your own intuition to make wise choices. Whether you are a well-educated energy practitioner, an experienced Goddess, or someone just learning about energy - you can benefit from this, because answers and guidance will seem to come right to you!

Recording includes:
Creative visualization, mediation technique, erotic hypnosis, introduction to energy, introduction to Lea~Koa, ascension within chakras, high power, inner Goddess, wisdom, intuition, prosperity, communication, trust, relationships, power, strength, compassion, love, fair-mindedness, and high self-confidence (not to be mistaken for ego).

Advisory: It probably wouldn’t be wise to stand up quickly after listening to this recording, as your experience may become similar to mine (completely overwhelmed from head to toe). Please listen to this when you have adequate time and space for meditating even after the recording ends.

Format: MP3 Download
Sound Quality: Professional First-Rate
Vocal Sound Effects: No
Prop Sound Effects: No
Soft Background Music: Yes
Overdubbing Vocals: No
Length: 40 minutes
Zip File Size: Approx. 37 MB
Price: $35.00

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Erotic Hypnosis MP3: Scarlet

Published on December 29, 2007 in Journal posts. 0 Comments


Erotic Hypnosis MP3: Scarlet

Isabella Valentine teams up with phone sex sensation, Kitty, for one hot, orgasmic erotic hypnosis session.

How would you like hear me hypnotizing another woman to be under My sexual control?

In this mp3, I had the pleasure of hypnotizing Kitty, but don’t tell her because she doesn’t know I hypnotized her. It all began with a beautiful guided visual imagery down stone stairs, colored doors, magical hollow trees, and a feather-like weightless drop onto scarlet silken pillows. Then when I knew I had her deep enough, I gave her sexual triggers causing her nipples to feel as though I was sucking on them, and well - it gets even sexier than that! Want more details? Then listen and find out what happened!

Fetishes include:
Erotic hypnosis, lesbianism, tease and denial, triggers, post-hypnotic suggestions, guided visual imagery, feather drop, finger snapping, controlled orgasms, begging, nipple play, pussy play, and so much more!

Note: Kitty is currently building a website and when it’s complete, I’ll link to it so you can find out more about her.

Format: MP3 Download
Sound Quality: Professional First-Rate
Vocal Sound Effects: None
Prop Sound Effects: No
Soft Background Music: No
Overdubbing Vocals: No
Length: 31 minutes, 28 seconds
Zip File Size: Approx. 29 MB
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Fantasy

Published on December 12, 2007 in Journal posts. 0 Comments

I am totally turned on at the idea of two boy slaves being forced to suck each other off in front of me. Even moreso, commanding them to masturbate naked in front of each other where their penises touch and they’re forced to look into each other’s eyes.

Two nights ago I masturbated thinking about that. I still can’t shake it.

I’ve always been turned on by gay sex. Female on female. Male on male. One time, a few years ago (and there’s probably a journal entry already written about it from way way back if any of you feel so inclined to search for it between 2003-2004), I was masturbating in bed watching a male gay porn video. My sister and her husband opened the door to my apartment (I didn’t lock it cause frankly, I didn’t expect people to just open my front door like that) and since at the time I only had a one-bedroom apartment… they walked right into my bedroom. My sister only saw the edge of my socks, so she didn’t see me physically masturbating - but she saw the movie that was playing and the scene just happened to be two guys stroking each other in bed. The look on her face was priceless. I was slightly embarrassed, but in retrospect I thought it was rather funny. Keep in mind that my sister has walked on me masturbating (or having sex) probably half a dozen times in my life, so this was nothing new to her. However, the male gay porn video stunned her really. To this day, she doesn’t understand why it arouses me. It just does.

Most of the gay bars that I’ve been to in the past were mainly male-friendly. I mean sure, I’ve been to my share of lesbian bars, but the problem is that most of the women who go to the lesbian bars are either taken or straight. Yup, that’s right. Fucking straight girls. They go there to try to get free drinks from girls who actually want a chance to BE with them — or they go to “experiment.” When girls tell me they just want to experiment, I hear, “Will you be my science project?” (Um, no.)

So I spent most of my time at male gay bars. Some nights there would be about 300-400 men and maybe 5-10 women. One night I remember having a 3-person frenchkiss where I kissed two guys at the same time and other than the fact they tasted like beer (yuck), it was actually pretty hot.

Gay guys are fun to be around and I’ve always loved them. My best friend, Rick, is gay and he’s always trying to get me to go to more clubs with him - but there is only one gay bar here (Uncle Elizabeth’s) and it’s dead. All the other gay bars are closed down so we resort to going to straight bars, which is fun cause I tend to entertain myself pretty well — but he gets bored as hell unless he can flirt with other guys.

The only thing hard for me that I still deal with — is how to tell which girls out there are sincerely into women. I find it so annoying when girls see a lesbian and think, “Oh how cool, I’d love to experiment.” Because that just makes me less interested. I’m not an experimental guinea pig that girls can try out to see if they like. It makes me miss San Diego when that happens, cause at least there were tons of girl-loving lesbians out there who were sincere. That’s really the main reason I’ve had a difficult time finding the right lesbian relationship for me. Girls are usually taken. Or frankly, straight. And the ones who DO like me are actually pretty cool. But I don’t feel like breaking hearts because I *am* moving to Vegas, so that’s the reason I haven’t really let myself go. Plus, sex has become a pretty sacred thing for me (other than the unexpected one-night stand with a stripper in Orange County this summer - Watch my Stripclub Confessions video) and it’s not something I take lightly.

I think one of the reasons it turns me on so much to watch guys have sex with each other is because deep down, I’m secretly jealous that they get to have their relationship but I haven’t found mine. The jealousy sparks a taboo interest that goes right to my g-spot. I’m not Freud, I can’t explain it. There’s really nothing stopping me from having mine too, I suppose I just choose not to for the time being. My spiritual awakening in Hawaii has led me to a huge transition point in life and it seems irresponsible to get attached to a girl and then move away. I suppose nothing is stopping me from having my cake and eating it too, but for now - the cake looks really nice on the counter.

Love
Isabella
xoxoxoo

Erotic Hypnosis MP3s

Published on October 9, 2007 in . 0 Comments

Erotic Hypnosis Recordings and Femdom Hypnosis Mp3s

Isabella Valentine specializes in erotic hypnosis, femdom hypnosis, domination hypnosis, and teaching subjects to be submissive and obedient. These mp3s range from many topics varying from submission to obedience to feminization to cuckolding to mind control.

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Erotic Hypnosis & Brainwashing MP3s:
Airhead University: Speech 101
Addictive Induction
Adoraphine
Arabian Princess
Ascend into Goddesshood
Ass Worship
Battle of the Hypnodommes
Beg
Bella Luna
Bewitched
Body Takeover
Bound & Helpless
Cage Confinement
Chastity Imprisonment
Cloud 9
Cock Worship
Cocoon Submission
Crooked Hypnotist
Cuckold Therapy
Cum Slut Bitch Whore
Destruction of Ego
Euphoria
Evil Surgeon
Faggot Prison
Fairy Panties
Femme Hostel
Freefalling
Gender Blender
Gender Transformation
Gender Transformation 2
Gentlemen’s Club
Goddessence
Goodnight Pantyboy
Harem Girl
Haunting, The
Heavy Soak
Hymen
Hypnotic Catwoman
Hypnotica
Invoke Isabella
Isabella Alarm Clock
Isabella Wine
Isabella’s Sex Slave
Jackpot - No Hands
Kneel and Pray
Lady Vampire
Lesbian Man
Lint Trap
Lose Yourself
Love Spell
Loving Cuckold
Mind Tattoo
Mind Trap
Mindless Robot
Mindless Zombie
Nebulous
Negative Infinity
Obey and Serve
Oneness
Perfect Pantyboy
Permanent Press
Petticoat Princess
Pimped Out
Power Dry
Powerless with no Control
Queen of Persia
Red Goddess
Resist or Surrender
Rinse
Romantique
Scarlet
Sexual Fire
Shemale Therapist
Silken Feet
Silky Panties
Silky Panties 2: Pretty in Pink
Sirens, The
Sissy Secretary
Sissy Shower
Sissy Virgin
Skeptical Slave
Smooth Pantyhose
Snow Queen
Spin Cycle
Succubus, The
Swallow
Sweet Brainwashing
Sweet Release
Taste My Feet
Tease, The
Tingle
Un Sueño Sexual
Under My Spell
Venom
Voodoo Doll
Wallet Devotion
Wallet Disfigurement
Weak Cuckold
Wife’s Guide to Strapon
Wrath of the Queen
Yes, Goddess
Zero Gravity
Zero Gravity 1 & 2

sadistic

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

I can’t put my finger on it, but for the last couple months, I’ve been feeling far more sadistic than usual. My tone of voice reflects it too, and it seems, at times, I get far more cocky than normal. My favorite porn videos are MUCH more hardcore than it used to be and whenever I see a male slave/sub/playtoy in person, my first instinct is to beat/torture/humiliate him. And when it comes to girls, all I want to do is spank/molest them. And it’s not just submissive girls either. Just this morning I went to the grocery store. In the produce section, I saw this conservatively dressed pretty lady (thirties or late twenties) who was examining some tomatoes - touching all of them and putting them back. She was examining them as though she wanted “just the perfect” tomato and it struck me as being picky - which only fueled my horniness because it reminded me of my own pickiness. All I wanted to do was attack her, pull down her skirt and her panties, lean her over my lap, and stick a corn-on-the-cob in her mouth and spank her with a wooden cutting board. I imagined hearing her muffled screams while ramming a zucchini in her swollen cunt. I don’t know where those thoughts came from, but that, along with other naughty and rather perverted thoughts seem to appear out of nowhere.

One thing is certain. My horniness level is the highest it’s been in I *think* forever. I can’t wait to get a girl slave so I can have My needs met. I swear. Masturbation used to fun, but hell, I need a partner. I haven’t had an earth-shattering, puddle-forming, voice-losing, jaw-numbing, pussy-satisfied oral sex session in over a year now. I miss having a chick between my legs who’s eating me out and I’m pulling her hair telling her to suck my clit harder. I miss pinching a girl’s nipples and finger fucking her in the middle of the day for a nooner. I miss hearing “Miss Isabella” while a girl is on her knees. *faints*

*sigh*

A few people have asked me what kind of things get me off when it comes to porn. It varies really. Every day I’m usually in the mood for a different thing. Some porn sites I’m a member of include: whippedass.com (lesbians dominating submissive girls and fucking them), extremefemdom.cz (owk.cz) - which is hardcore female domination of men where I just want to see them beaten to a pulp, ravenhillstudios.com (a hardcore spanking website), eroticspank.com (but just canceled membership), realspankingsfilms.com (hardcore spanking and strappings site), clubjenna.com (lots of girl on girl videos), and sometimes scar13.com.

Sometimes I want to see a girl fucking another girl with a strapon. Other times I want to see someone suspended while being whipped. Other times I want to see a girl getting spanked by a belt and crying real tears. And I also sometimes get aroused watching girls gag on a cock (to the point of her being nauseus) or see two men fucking each other (especially the kind of porn where one man claims to be straight and he’s “eased into it”). I also like watching Mistress Sandra on whippedass.com because her seductive, sadistic, and teasing style is much like my own (not her earlier videos, but her newest ones). I like the way she shocks a girl with voltage while she’s bound, taking her right to the edge, but does it in such a way that the girl is practically begging for more. I like seeing a girl bound and tied up (outdoor or indoor) in a position that leaves her breasts and pussy exposed. I’m not turned on by breast bondage where the girl’s breasts turn red and look like two tomatoes protruding out of her chest. However, I do like the idea of clamps and clothes pins and having weights being hung from nipples. Especially when her legs are forced apart with a spreader bar, which lets my imagination go in a million directions. Othertimes I just get aroused at the idea of a naked slavegirl crouched in a cage while I poke her with a cane through the top of the bars just because I can.

I can’t wait to be able to walk behind my slavegirl, lift her skirt, and spank and finger her over the stove in the kitchen while she’s eating lunch. For some reason, I get aroused at the idea of a slavegirl having her lunch (or tv watching, or whatever) interrupted for my sexual needs.

I’m fucking horny and it’s getting overwhelming at this point.

Love
Isabella
xooxox

Recordings & Videos

Published on April 27, 2006 in Journal posts. 0 Comments

Here you can find a list of all Isabella’s recordings. Check back often as Isabella is constantly adding to her recordings library. Check out her hypnotic recordings and fetish mp3s. Also if you want the latest erotic hypnosis recordings, fetish mp3s, and erotic videos by Isabella Valentine, please visit her audio website IsabellasRecordings.com

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Don’t Watch This Video
Dreamscape Series
Hypnotic Smoke Video
Must Obey Isabella
Mind Game
Right to Sleep
Red Goddess Video
Video Grab Bag
Hypnotic Fun
Hypnotic Holidays

Erotic Hypnosis & Brainwashing MP3s:

Airhead University: Speech 101
Addictive Induction
Adoraphine
Arabian Princess
Ascend into Goddesshood
Ass Worship
Battle of the Hypnodommes
Beg
Bella Luna
Bewitched
Body Takeover
Bound & Helpless
Cage Confinement
Chastity Imprisonment
Cloud 9
Cock Worship
Cocoon Submission
Crooked Hypnotist
Cuckold Therapy
Cum Slut Bitch Whore
Destruction of Ego
Euphoria
Evil Surgeon
Faggot Prison
Fairy Panties
Femdom Control
Femme Hostel
Freefalling
Gender Blender
Gender Transformation
Gender Transformation 2
Gentlemen’s Club
Goddessence
Goodnight Pantyboy
Harem Girl
Haunting, The
Heavy Soak
Hymen
Hypnotic Catwoman
Hypnotica
Intimate with Isabella
Invoke Isabella