Happy Thanksgiving!

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

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

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

Love
Isabella
xooxox

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