I hope dead people watch me shower, especially since I just got my bazillionth bill in this week, this time a bill for almost $10k for my recent stay in the hospital. My insurance won’t cover any of it because the incompetent doctors considered what I had to be a mental illness rather than a medical emergency due to fever and an allergic reaction to medicine related to pneumonia. Everything is racking up. I’m so ready to sell this house already so I can get out of debt.

The good news is that I have this really cool pen. And I’ve found that I’m now obsessed with really cool G-rated movies. They’re so trippy! If any of you get the chance to watch Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium, I highly recommend it. It’s a fantastic movie and when Maurice and I watched it together, we both swore that I was Mr. Magorium because his character went through similar events that I went through when I was at the hospital. It was surprisingly well-acted, well-scripted, and well-directed. Or at least, it felt like a perfect movie partly because I connected so well to the main character. And it was a movie designed for children, who knew? I’m really starting to dig the kid movies. I love being drawn into the world of innocence and wonder. It’s hard to believe that even though I’m a dominatrix, I still could use an innocence button.

Speaking of dominatrix. Yesterday I started re-arranging the furniture so that my house looks like something a “normal vanilla mutant” might want to buy. I even got rid of all my dominatrix equipment (now in the garage ready for haul). Imagine the look on Goodwill’s face when they receive the St. Andrew’s cross and bondage chair. I want the house to sell and before we put it up for sale, we gotta make it look buyable. It looks beauuutiful right now… but I had to take down all the personality off the walls and make it look more conservative. No more magic mushroom wall hangings. No more blacklights. No more orgy courch – it’s been separated into two rooms. That sorta sucked. Now I just gotta get some trees removed from the backyard that fell over during a storm, fix a ceiling, fix the upstairs shower plumbing, and re-dig a drainage ditch. Other than that, we can sell it. At this point, I’m even willing to sell it with all my furniture in it and sell it “Furnished.” I just want it sold so I can get out of this debt I’ve racked up. Oh well. I’m gonna leave my trust with the universe and have faith that something or someone will come along and make all our dreams come true. Sometimes I wonder if money can really fall from the sky, and if so… what’s the catch, should we reach up and grab it. It seems that most beautiful offers come with strings.

By the way, after much debate, I’m temporarily no longer a vegetarian and am back on Jenny Craig. Since I got back from the hospital, I’ve gained approx. 20 pounds and as much as I despise the idea of eating tortured animals, I feel my health must come first. I just can’t go back to where I was. I just can’t. Once I get to my goal weight, I’m confident I can revert back to being a vegan or vegetarian and maintain my weight just fine. It’s losing (not maintaining) weight that’s been difficult. Eating meat is killing me, but I’m doing it. I would have sticked with Nutri-System’s vegetarian program, but the food was repulsive. I’d rather eat tree bark.

On a good note, IsabellasRecordings.com is being redesigned and will bounce off the walls with visual stimulation.

Love
Isabella
xoxoxoxo

Here are pics taken in the wee hours of the morning:

Love
Isabella
xoxoxoox

P.S. I’m currently working on an erotic hypnosis recording that is bilingual: English and Spanish. In the recording, I speak English in the foreground. In the background, Jenna speaks Spanish. It’s gonna be pretty hot when it’s completed. Will keep you posted!

Love
Isabella
xoxoxoox

In this special erotic hypnosis recording, Isabella Valentine hypnotizes her roommate, Jenna, to be Her lesbian submissive slavegirl.

Isabella commands Jenna to obey Her in real life everyday, while at the same time arousing her, denying her, and teasing her.

If you consider yourself a voyeur and enjoy female-on-female hypnosis, then you may find this mp3 to be incredibly arousing! This session is also great for those who want to feel the arousing, erotic triggers work on them, although they were designed for Jenna. For those who take special appreciation in candid erotic material, this is a real time recording and was performed in one take without editing or sound effects.

Recording includes:
Erotic hypnosis, femdom hypnosis, domination and submission, power exchange, pain and pleasure, lesbianism, girl-on-girl, tease and denial, erotic triggers, orgasm, post-hypnotic suggestions, real life slavery and submission training.

Note: Here are photos of Isabella and Jenna together. If this recording is a success, we will create more of these in the future and possibly videos too.

Format: MP3 Download
Sound Quality: Professional First-Rate
Vocal Sound Effects: No
Prop Sound Effects: No
Soft Background Music: No
Overdubbing Vocals: No
Length: 32 minutes
Zip File Size: Approx. 28 MB
Price: $35.00

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Here’s a photo of my upper right arm/shoulder:

Love
Isabella
xoxooxox

P.S. Tomorrow Johnny goes to the vet for a checkup. I’m crossing my fingers that he’s been healing this week!

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

2) Wow you all helped me reach the $700 goal for charity in less than 24 hours!!! You all are so amazing! Hmm does this mean I should raise my goal to something higher? Thank you all for your support, it’s so nice to see people care.

3) A handful of curious people asked if I truly had a 3-ball mace (mentioned in the “My Crop Is Meant For You” mp3) and the answer is yes, I do (took a picture, see link below). However, it’s an extremely powerful and dangerous weapon and would never use it on a human being because it can kill people. I bought it mostly for show and displaying only because it’s so bad ass. It’s REALLY heavy too so it can protect me from an intruder if I get attacked in my home cause when I’ve practiced swinging it at a cardboard box, the box becomes severely damaged and often the spikes get stuck. I can’t imagine what it could do to someone’s body. Ouch.

Kneel down at My feet, slave.

Stop staring at My thigh highs.

Obsessed with My ass, are you?

My 3-ball mace… this thing is heavy!

A Goddess doesn’t demand attention, she commands it.

Kiss My stocking-encased toes.

Stare at My Cuban stockings and be hypnotized

Love
Isabella
xooxox

Here is the song: “Trance Me”

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

My Ode to slavegirls everywhere

In the meantime, I’m not too happy with My potential slaves (who are supposed to be working their asses off to please Me, mind you) and their un-updated journals. *tsk tsk* I’m not so sure what’s going on with slave osel – he watched the “Don’t Watch” video and then he abruptly signed off and I haven’t heard from him since. So I don’t know what the deal is really. Oh well… like I said, he’s replaceable. Slaveboys are a dime a dozen. It’s My slavegirl who I *really* want to work out. I am still crossing My fingers.

Love
Isabella
xoxoxo