So meet Jenna, my submissive girl in training, who is eager to prove to me that she can become a true slave, mind, body, soul. She’s working really hard to show her submissiveness, and I’m rather impressed. I love whipping her naked body, watching her beg, hearing her talk in third person, pulling her hair, exercising together, and cuddling in front of the television. I can only assume that you all will hear a lot more about her as time goes on, because we’ll be recording mp3s together where I hypnotize her to fall under my hypnotic dominant control. If you like girl-on-girl dominant/submissiveness… then be on the lookout for new content from us. By the way, I love that she’s a vegetarian

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Love
Isabella
xoxoxoox

I hope some of you find the article insightful. If there’s something I failed to mention or something you think should be added, feel free to let me know. I welcome your ideas.

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“Slavery vs. Submission” by Isabella Valentine

Love
Isabella
xxoxoox

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.

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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

However, on another note. One particular yahoo group community called Andromeda, which is geared towards lesbians and transgenders in the BDSM community (hello, I’m a perfect candidate) unapproved my membership in their group. Why, you ask? Because I’m Isabella Valentine and they merely assumed I was there to advertise my services, which couldn’t have been further from the truth. It’s so frustrating. I went there, as a normal human being. A domme wanting to be part of a discussion with likeminded people in Indiana, and because my outdated profile showed me as “Isabella Valentine” (even though I didn’t introduce myself as such), I basically got a slap in the face. I was stereotyped as a “pro domme” as if somehow people pay me to beat them. And so what if someone does? Would it make me that much “less” as a domme if money is exchanged for a service? I am so sick and tired of being stereotyped and pigeonholed. If you look for something negative to happen, then negativity will happen. If you expect greatness, you’ll receive greatness. However, one thing I never looked for (or expected) was to be considered “non-human” by people who didn’t even take the time to get to know me.

This sort of reminds me of the time my friend got discriminated against by Paypal when they accused her of selling porn and labeled her a “porn star” when all she was doing was asking friends for money when she needed it. It was a horrible thing she went through. People defining her and labeling her. It was downright disgusting. And now, in some twisted way, it feels like I’m going through something similar. Never in a million years did I think that I would be categorized (within my personal life) as a domme only interested in money. It really is ludicrous. I’ve lived and breathed domination for years and personally, I can’t imagine my life without it. I feel empty without a slave. I feel lonely and isolated without a slave partner of my own. No true slave of mine has ever forked over one red cent to me. I’ve thrown fetish parties out of my home where anyone was welcome. No one paid a dime there either, not even tips. So where do they get off saying money is my only intention? That’s like calling me a prostitute or something.

Sorry to get off tangent, but this has been weighing on my shoulders all freaking day. It was so rude of that moderator to dismiss my application in such a cowardly way. I even wrote back explaining my intentions were purely selfless and a submissive male replied with complete discrimination. I’ve been discriminated against for years, whether being gay (I was gay before gay was “in” and went through hell in Alabama because of it) or being fat or being young or being a girl… and now I’m being discriminated against because of my occupation. It’s absolutely ridiculous. I won’t apologize for my occupation. My work is a deep passion. I offer people what they want – hope, a release, a fantasy, a life away from the mundane. I’d much rather be doing this, than go back to working at a newspaper.

I’m tired of having to defend myself all the time. So from this day forward, it ends here. The only way good things will come my way is to attract them, so I’m going to do my best to do just that.

Love
Isabella
xoxoxo

I think she is breathtaking.

Love
Isabella
xoxoxox

Looking back now, I see I’ve always had a dominant streak. I was raised to be a leader, not a follower. Even when I was 14 years old, my father and I owned and edited our own magazine which was quite successful. Being in charge and setting my own path was always something I did and loved it. But there were other situations growing up where I often felt other people did things “better” whether it was looking physically sexier, wearing better things, or having some sort of physical remnant associated with their success. Therefore, it would only seem natural for me to turn into a “follower” of such people. If I saw someone wearing something expensive, it would seem “my place” to just listen to them because deep down, I figured they knew more than me.

My philosophy has drastically changed. In that previous entry, I was struggling with submission and domination. At the time, I considered myself submissive simply because I liked having my arms pinned down. Go figure. It was only then that I realized that maybe submission didn’t feel so natural anymore and felt forced. Today, domination is my life. I live it and breathe it. The only time I ever feel submissive in any way is around a beautiful woman. Sometimes I want to dominate her and sometimes I want to submit to her. Can’t explain it.

The thing is, I still like my arms pinned down, but in a very different way. I like to be the one commanding the person to do it to me. I like the control I have when I give the other person the illusion of control. Sometimes I tell slave m to spank me really hard and while he’s doing it, I am humiliating him by saying, “Is that as hard as you can hit, you fucking pussy? You hit like a girl.” Anytime I ever feel any ounce of submission, it’s only when deep down I know I am in the dominant position although the other person only BELIEVES I am being submissive. Mentally, it’s a huge turn-on.

I’ve said for the longest time that years ago I started out as a submissive. Funny thing is, I was never actually submissive in my personal sex life. However, I was submissive when I did phone sex on the phone in certain fantasy situations. It turned me on to hear other men act like they were in control of me without actually having to do things like suck their cocks or whatever. Just the idea of sucking a cock makes me want to puke. I’ve never liked it and I’m not even turned on by penises.

But when I see a woman, I get so aroused, the power within me completely melts. I forget all about domination and submission. Some women, I can instantly dominate and feel completely in control. I’ve whipped, spanked and dominated dozens of women in real life. However, sometimes I can meet a woman (even though she is submissive) and feel completely helpless and powerless to her. It’s like she has some sort of spell on me. It’s as though I lose all my thoughts and plans and become a puddle to her. Slave deidre is a prime example. She’s extremely submissive and yet when I’m around her in real life, my legs turn to jelly and my dominant side struggles to come out. And yet, when I THINK about her, I am in full control. I feel like she is on her knees looking up at me and I am tugging at her hair or binding her up so she’s naked and vulnerable.

However, on the opposite side of the coin, sometimes I just give into the feelings of submitting to a woman. One Mistress I’ve submitted to is Miss Devon. I love spoiling her. I send her cash whenever she demands it. She humiliates me. She teases me relentlessly and in return I’d buy her gifts off her wishlist. I am in awe of her and she knows I always will be. She often tells me she wants me to submit to her in real life and I laugh it off. I mean, in fantasy it seems like a helluva lot of fun. But she knows I’m a dominatrix too and I think it tickles her that she holds the cards when it comes to controlling me. And she does.

And then there’s other times I want to neither be in control or submit and I get off just hearing a woman orgasming. I’ve done calls with Angela St. Lawrence (also a great friend and confidant), Angelena69 (wow that Latina voice, she is a great friend too who I’ve called off the system), Hypnotic Savannah (called for hypnosis one time, sweet girl, nice southern drawl. I’ve also done some flash animations for her), Mistress Lycia (called for hypnosis initially then changed my mind and just wanted to hear her get off and I definitely came hard. We’ve also done recordings together), Wet n Wild Maria (I’ve listened to her recordings and that girl cums hard – I’ve also done graphics for her)… just to name a few.

And for years when I worked at other companies, I did threesome and foursome calls with other girls (free for me cause the client would pay for the calls and I would participate). I got off hearing the other girls, whether they were being dominant or submissive or just hearing them orgasm.

I’ve come to the realization that around women, I have switch personalities. When I’m around men, it’s all about me dominating them cause I think they’re all pussies.

Love
Isabella
xoxooxx

Time without him has been good and bad.

While I was in London, I spent a great deal of time with ANOTHER person whom I treated like a slave, which allowed me to release a lot of my power for control. I felt much better knowing I had somewhat of a “substitute slave” (but not actually a slave, just someone willing to put up with my power trips and demands). I didn’t dwell on slave m or think about him that much. I know he thought about me a lot though cause he told me how much he misses me and how sad he is without me. But the only slave I really thought of while in London was slave deidre. The perfect girl slave in every way. Is it wrong that I would have wanted deidre more than my own slave maurice to enjoy my time in a different country? Oh well. Needless to say, slave m wasn’t on my mind. I was actually kind of pissed at him to be honest, for reasons I will not get into.

Returning home, however, was a different story. I found that I miss him a great deal. I miss hearing him beg for permission to go to sleep or asking me what he can do to honor me, such as giving me a (much needed) foot massage or drawing my bath. Funny thing is, last night was the first time I soaked in the bathtub BY MYSELF without having my slave clean me, wash my hair, or shave my legs for a VERY long time. I felt alone in my tub cleaning myself. I missed hands in my hair. I missed water being poured gently over my hair to rinse away the shampoo. I missed holding my leg over the side of the tub so his hands would delicately hold a razor and remove unwanted stubble. I missed his legs behind me. I missed his back and shoulder massages while I would put eye makeup remover around my eyes and rinse it off. I missed him towel drying me from head to toe while he would be instructed to keep his head bowed.

I miss telling him I’m thirsty and knowing that seconds later, a bottle of cold water would be open and waiting for me to drink. I miss it.

Two more weeks without him seems like hell right now. The chair at the other desk is empty. That’s where he normally sits. At the other computer. Normally, I would turn to my left and I would see the back of his head. I love seeing the back of a slave, because it makes me feel even more powerful. I love knowing that I can walk behind him and sneak up on him or tower over him and when he turns, he must look up at me. I miss that. And I want him here.

When he does come home, he’s gonna go through hell to please me, I know that.

Love
Isabella
xooxoxo

People have asked me if having a slave means “bossing him/her around all the time,” and that kind of makes me laugh. I mean, sure, I tell him what to do and he obeys me. However, being in charge doesn’t necessarily mean being bossy. If I want something, say a bottle of water, I may say to him, “I’m thirsty, you know what to do.” He automatically stops whatever he is doing to bring me a cold bottle out of the fridge. He does it fast and obediently and with a smile on his face. And other times I may say to him, “Please pass me that over there.” That sometimes gets me thinking. Think about it for a moment. A dominatrix telling you to “please” do something? Some people may argue that Dommes never should say please because it is a sign of weakness, but I disagree. I believe that saying please is neither weak, nor strong, but simply a sign of respect. Sometimes I say it. Sometimes I don’t. Regardless of if I say it, the point is… the request will be obeyed.

And the whole uppercase/lowercase thing… sigh. If I’m on IM or email and speaking with one of my many slaves, then sure I’ll play the “text character” they want to see (or perhaps how I’m feeling at the time). But in my journal, I use it off and on because I don’t necessarily feel I’m speaking to someone, more like… speaking from my own head and it just so happens people may read it. I get confused when I’m asked to reply to someone and I’m not sure which capitalization method to use. It’s a pain in the ass. Domination is my life, so being asked to type text in a way that conforms to people’s perceptions of “true domination” is really ridiculous. I’ll write the way I want. Don’t like it? Don’t read it.

So much is going on right now that I’m really behind. I’m still working on mp3s that Mistress Alexandra and I recorded together and it’s aggravating because I really want to start working on my own stuff already. It’s been two months and my customers miss hearing my solo projects. It’s just with all my traveling, studying, and a long list of obligations in my personal life, I fell really behind. With slave m here, I’m finally getting some extra help to start catching up. He’s in audio training right now, learning all the tricks of the trade and I’m hoping within another 24-48 hours, I’ll release the last of the duet mp3s (excluding the one that comes out in October) to the public. After that, I am definitely going to start doing my solo mp3s.

My father has been waiting a great deal of time for me to publish his book and his patience has finally run out. I feel bad because he gave me the manuscript and I told two years ago I would publish it for him as a Christmas present. I kept running out of time. I really want to finish it, but I need to create solo recordings first because that’s what pays my bills (the catch 22 is that working on solo recordings right now is unfair to Alexandra who has been waiting for 2 months for me to finish editing these in post-production.) I had other obligations to other people who would ask me, “Have you done this for me yet?” or people saying, “I really need you to do this, you’re the only one I trust to do this and it has to be done now.” It’s really gotten to the point where I’m about to get really selfish because it seems all I do is help other people out and although the rewards can be nice, it is emotionally and physically draining. Last week I made a last-minute trip to California to help my mom get conservatorship rights over my brother. She was worried that without my eye-witness testimony, she may not win. She was such a nervous wreck when I arrived that she was in no condition to configure her legal paperwork. I traveled all the way from Indiana just to put together paperwork that proved 36 inaccuracies in the Court Investigator’s report to hand to her lawyer… and he didn’t even look at them! My testimony wasn’t needed in court. Hell, I wasn’t really needed at all when push came to shove. And yet, my bill for going there costed me over $1500 out of pocket. Not to mention the $8000 I spent there the first trip earlier this month. That money adds up.

I had intended to use that money to get a hotel in London. But because of several “this comes first” things, I haven’t paid for the hotel yet, which sucks. Can you imagine taking a plane out of country and not acquiring a decent hotel? Ah yes, I can hear my dad now, “Why are you going to London when you promised you’d work on my book? I thought you didn’t have time.” And although he hasn’t said it verbally, I know he is thinking it. And the thing is, I earned my London trip. I told myself that once I lost 100 lbs, I would go to London to celebrate my “getting to my half-way goal” and I’m not quite there, but very close (lost 90 lbs). I’ll have lost that amount when I return though. Unfortunately while I was in California, I got sucked back in to all my favorite restaurants and fatty/delicious foods and fell off track for a while. So I’ve worked it off and am back where I started a month ago. Sad, huh? Being in Indiana feels so much like home that it actually FEELS easier to drop the pounds here.

And slave m has a court obligation on July 25th which requires a quick trip back to Virginia. And since I’m the bread-earner around here, it’s my duty to make sure he gets there and back. It’s one thing after another. His laptop crashed. We found out it’s cheaper to buy a new computer than fix it. So I bought (with credit card) a new Intel iMac and am using that for me and am letting him use my older computer. Oh yeah, my older computer burned it’s power supply the same day his laptop crashed, so I had to replace that too. Running to and from stores to buy technical stuff is an all-day job, especially in this town. And people wonder where my time goes.

The list of people “needing” things from me is to the point I just want to shut off all communication. I understand that people need things. Perhaps I shouldn’t have offered my services to begin with. People can (and have) survived without me.

So for now, I am going to do what has to be done and thankfully I have a slave helping me with the burden. It really REALLY makes a difference and I’m very thankful to have him here. Even before I woke up this morning, he was upstairs setting up a parallel windows program on my mac so that I could use my windows-platform programs on the computer without having to repurchase a bunch of new items (for right now). Isn’t that sweet? I didn’t even have to ask him. That really surprised me and started my day beautifully.

I released the duet mp3, “Sensual Massage” earlier this morning. Also I added livejournal tags to the last 45 entries for more convenient navigation.

By the way I had sex with a hot, petite stripper with cute tits and a tight little ass when I was in Anaheim last week. I don’t even know what her real name is, how sad is that? I actually made a video blog of the “night after” in the hotel room and if I have time (low on priority list) I’ll post it.

I’m slowly turning slave m into a cuckold. Last night while cuddled in bed, I said, “I bet so-and-so is better in bed than you are.” This caught him off guard, but not surprising to me, aroused him a great deal. I’ve been calling him other names during intimate moments and after first initial shock, he acknowledges his inadequacies and that a Goddess likes me deserves variety.

Love
Isabella
xxoxooxox

Love
Isabella
xooxoxoxo