Dream
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.
About the Author: Isabella Valentine, certified clinical hypnotherapist and certified NLP practitioner specializing in erotic hypnosis, specifically feminization, sissification, pantyboys, mind control, and femdom brainwashing.
anonymous | Jan 1, 2001 | Reply
ninjaguydan | Oct 16, 2007 | Reply
Why is this the funniest thing I’ve read all week? I can totally see Alejandro Jodorowski directing this awesome movie.
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ninjaguydan | Oct 17, 2007 | Reply
May I reprint this over at my journal?…possibly with illustrations?
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isabellaval | Oct 17, 2007 | Reply
LOL feel free… it was just a silly dream
ninjaguydan | Oct 17, 2007 | Reply
cool, it’s on my “special projects” list…
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isabellaval | Oct 17, 2007 | Reply
And you do have very creative projects!
anonymous | Oct 17, 2007 | Reply
Dear Ms Isabella
i actually had a somewhat obscure dream last night which actually featured You, first time i’ve dreamed in over a month.
It started off me living with my aunt, uncle and cousins, uncle was going through a mid-life crisis trying to recapture his youth. First we were all running around my primary school field and then he wanted to visit his very first school, while he went off looking to see if his friends who had once gone there were still there, i was standing in the reception watching a woman getting interviewed for a teachers position who was going to try a fake herself by using your voice and natural charms etc. Until she realised that You were interviewing for the same position to be a first grade teacher at the school. Which You obtained with relative ease i must say.
From there it kind of stemmed off into You moving into my aunt and uncles place which was a big home converted warehouse and gradually taking it over. You would talk to everyone and just stick little words like slave and pet on the end of every sentence until we were all so passive to your wishes that you took over the home kicked out my relatives and took away my right to walk on two feet and we had to crawl around on all fours serving Your everywish. (The next part i kind of think this was partly after reading Your online slave training guide yesterday) But there were baby carrots everywhere and You were constantly eating them yourself, as well as throwing them and then making me fetch and eat them.
Then i woke up which was a shame
as i was enjoying the feeling of knowing my place was at Your feet 
sincerely
kay
isabellafan | Oct 17, 2007 | Reply
i love that dream! There should be a church of Isabella, to worship and obey and be saved by the Goddess Isabella. Maybe everyone could settle on a new territory, Isabellatown, a communal place where we all worship Isabella and do Your bidding and Your voice plays on speakers throughout every area- whether in the fields, the bathrooms, the dining hall, everywhere. Ok, I just watched the film about Jonestown last night, so that’s in my mind. Would i drink the Isabella kool aid? Hmmmm…