Please fuck me, Isabella.
I recorded another karaoke song, except this time I think it’s more personal to the people actually listening to it. Most of the songs I do are sung from my point of view, but this one – I tried to think of what it must be like to be submissive and kneeling before a Goddess and just being hypnotized by her words. I hope it came across that way and would love to hear what people think of it. Can you identify with it at all?
On another note, if I don’t hear from donkey boy, osel, by tonight, he’ll be dismissed from my realm and I’ll continue my search for another slaveboy. It’s so ironic. Males write me *all the time* begging to be my slave. My inbox has hundreds of guys wanting to be my real-time slave (a smaller percentage of them actually want to do 24/7 which is all I’m seeking). It’s like – they BEG and PLEAD for me to give them a chance and they make all these promises to serve and obey. And when I FINALLY give into them (thinking ok, maybe this one will be different), they’re all the same. They run away. It’s either they have a priority somewhere else, or my brainwashing shocks them, or they have family matters, or they’re not mentally ready, or they’re afraid of my cane, or they wanted pleasure which I wouldn’t reciprocate, or who knows. They all have a different reason and not all of them even *given* reasons. And the thing is, I’m brutally honest with people and show them every side of me to avoid any confusion of who I am and what I expect. Perhaps that’s why they get driven away. Yes, I’m an open person and yes, maybe I tell people too much of what I expect from the beginning, but if they can’t handle it, it’s good to know early that we’re not compatible. I’d much rather find someone who gets me, than have to baby them for 9 months (like I had to do with slave maurice) only to have it fall apart. I want someone who has served before or at least knows what could be expected. It’s aggravating. I’m so jealous of Mistresses out there who have found their perfect little slaves.
And I keep getting all these emails from people (guys and girls) who want to serve me short-term. They say things like, “Let me serve you so I can lick your pussy and you can queen me.” (Which sounds like a command more than an obedient slave)… or… “I’m married but I’d love to spend a weekend with you…” blah blah. What do people think I am? A prostitute? A slut? First of all, I may have an erotic occupation, but I am not promiscuous. And I am not seeking married folks or people with children or someone whose work comes before Me. I like to *always* come first in *every* circumstance and those are my terms that will not sway. And other people write me and say, “I’ve listened to all your recordings and love you so much, please let me serve you! You can dress me up like a girl and fuck my ass and do whatever you want with me.” (Um, I’m not here to please you. You’re here to please *me*) I’m tired of getting emails from people who assume that being a slave means it’s somehow all about them.
I have no interest in fucking a man, which I plainly state in all my personal ads, and yet guys just assume that because they know me as “Isabella Valentine” and I make strapon recordings, that I’ll somehow want to stick a buttplug in their hairy asses and have my way with them. I’m a lesbian, folks. Only girls get my strapon. I’m very picky, I know. But shouldn’t YOU? If you are a man and want to be fucked, find a heterosexual or bisexual Mistress. (I’m confused why guys hear “lesbian” and assume it’s ok to ask her to sit on his face and let him eat her out.) Even if I *did* let a man eat me out (which I have and some were great), I’m either desperately horny (and close my eyes imagining I was with a woman), usually thinking how they could be doing it better, or imagining which girl has a better mouth. Asking a lesbian to queen you or fuck your ass is like a submissive girl asking a gay man if she can blow him or stick her ass in the air as if “letting him” fuck her.
Sometimes customers like it when I’m blatantly honest about my sexuality and find it even MORE of a turn-on when I remind them that I’m not into them sexually. It somehow reaffirms their loser status or the less-likelihood of me ruining their partnerships with women in their lives. And there are other customers who fall in love with me and become emotionally attached and get aggravated when I don’t reciprocate the “I love you’s.” Many guys beg for a chance to be with me for “just one night” as if saying, “I’ll convert you straight.” It’s rather hysterical. If you all saw the emails I have, you’d just be shaking your head in disbelief, which is partly why I’m making this entry. Like I’ve said before, I’m considering one male slave (and one female slave), however any male slave I get is purely to sweat, labor, be my work horse, be beaten, and brainwashed. Nothing else. No sex. More than likely you’d stay in chastity cause I don’t want to see an erect penis poking out at me through a cage.
And even more grotesque are the emails that say, “I’m already toilet trained.” Ew. Gross. I don’t know what’s worse: what you’re swallowing, or where your mouth has been. Either way, your mouth won’t be near me.
Love
Isabella
xoxoox
September 25, 2007 at 9:53 pm
The song is beautiful. I don’t think I could ever get tired of your voice.
September 25, 2007 at 10:29 pm
this is such an interesting thought…
aside from that i just saw all your posts and i’m so happy that you are close to the ideal weight you have been gunning for.
September 26, 2007 at 12:57 am
Actually rather jealous of the potential girl slave … The idea of nuzzling any part of you and whispering softly, “Please Miss Isabella …” makes me tingle. Not really sure what I would be begging for … Perhaps for that moment to never end. Who knows? But at any rate; she’s a lucky girl.
September 27, 2007 at 4:30 pm
aww, thanks hon… that’s so sweet!
September 27, 2007 at 4:31 pm
Thank you hon… and I wouldn’t say I’m “close” to my goal weight just yet… I still have slightly over 100 pounds to lose. That’s still morbidly obese, I’m afraid. *sigh*
September 27, 2007 at 4:33 pm
hehe it makes me tingle too that someone would say, “Please Miss Isabella” — it absolutely is music to my ears.
For what would you be begging?
Begging for permission to use the bathroom, to drink water, to lick my pussy, to get on my bed, to massage me, to masturbate, to sit in a chair, to kneel down before me, to be my human furniture, to suffer for my pain, to BREATHE basically. Begging turns me on about as much as sex. I like to know a slave must beg to do ANYTHING, even mundane stuff like being allowed to put on clothing or get food out of the fridge.
September 28, 2007 at 4:00 pm
Its been a long time since I’ve been anyone’s slave but I always loved begging. The idea that I could be told no … For even the smallest thing. Made to wait to use the bathroom, made to hold my breath until I was granted permission to breathe again.
Sometimes it was frustrating, especially if I really wanted something and was told no but most of the time it was like this amazing feeling of peace. I didn’t have to worry about anything other than being pleasing to that one person; the only person that mattered. And sometimes I even had to beg for that; for permission to please that person.
I’m rather overwhelmed with all the possibilities you included in just one little post, Miss Isabella. Please may I have permission to dream of these things and perhaps more? Please, Miss Isabella?