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!

Words can never express how deeply and how madly I want to find and keep love… one that transcends sex and mortality. Last night I experienced an out-of-body experience that gave me new clarity. I sought, I knocked and asked, and now I am to receive. I am ready to receive (am I?).

It really would have been nice to have cuddled with someone last night. Nothing is more intimate (to me) than waking up next to a body of a cherished loved one. I want that. Today I am starting a personal dreambook of the kind of relationship I am manifesting. It’s sort of a personal convincer. My 3 simultaneous dream relationships involve: an equal Goddess lesbian relationship with a woman who is intellectually and stimulatingly on my level with the knowledge of hypnosis and NLP which can be brought into our bedroom; one who is mutually attracted to me on a physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual level. Relationship number two is with a submissive or slave girl who loves and adores me and lets me care for her and protect her – who responds to my hypnosis and NLP and craves my words, my touch, my love; who accepts punishments and longs for my rewards. And relationship number three is a strong slave boy who can balance the abilities to initiate loving acts of giving (without me asking), respond and act diligently and lovingly to any commands given, and loves my need to be bossy and when necessary, readily agrees to be personally humiliated for my personal amusement.

All three relationships are ones I want to have at the very same time. That is my dream family. My lesbian Goddess and I will equally share our two slaves (one boy, one girl). That is the blueprint of my energy… it’s laid out and waiting for me. The webs are beginning to form. It’s happening.

In the meantime, I really just want to find a cuddle partner. I miss having someone to hug.

Love
Isabella
xoxooxxo

While at a new age store called Athena, I bought her a silver ring with an amethyst stone (her favorite), then bought a similar one for myself. I guess you could say she and I have matching rings now. LOL It’s funny cause I’ve heard so many lesbian jokes about first dates and moving in together, that it just makes me laugh that the two of us having matching rings on the first date. The way I see it, it’s just a ring. Sure, there may be some sentimental value since I bought it for her, but it’d be crazy to assume it actually means something else. We barely know each other, after all. She and I are just really amazing friends who just like each other a helluva lot. It’s not like we’re in a relationship. We just… went out. What happens happens and what doesn’t, doesn’t. She’s coming over to my place on Saturday and we’ll see each other soon. Tonight she called me and asked if I had a crush on her and I was like, “Uh… crush is a strong word…” and we both laughed and agreed we like each other. I really dig her. We had lovely conversation about animal cruelty & rights, vegetarianism, conservation, human rights in China, pollution, politics, activism, the news, etc…. all the stuff I pretty much love to talk about. Perhaps she may become a “friend with benefits” – who knows. Neither of us have ever been in serious relationships with other women, but we both love pussy. We’ll see where it goes from here

Amy and Isabella dining at Roots

another photo of Amy and Isabella

Love
Isabella
xoxoxox

Stuff:
* I’ve been reading a lot of Rumi’s poetry, find it very uplifting
* Trying to understand more about chakras, bought a few books – hoping it will shed some light
* Saving up for two trips: Las Vegas (March or April to visit friends and do real estate hunting) and Idaho (May – to visit my aunt and family)
* Been playing “Fable” on Xbox and am a level 4 barbarian (evil) who just got in one of the demon doors (finally)
* Got to experience the Wii (I think the game was Mario Party) with some friends at my place for the first time (neat device!)
* New mail arrived: 30 new and used books and dvds from half.com – I love how inexpensive the stuff is! Book topics range from: Male-female gender sexuality, new age energy, computer stuff and seo books, and a ton of new stuff.
* Between 5am-7am when I’m still awake from the night before… I find it’s too late at night for soft porn movies on Skinemax and too early for sexy-clad feminine heroes on tv shows, I find that I masturbate quite well to aerobics and weight loss infommercials. Nothing screams motivation and sex than some hottie in spandex shorts squatting and doing splits, while telling the world she lost over a hundred pounds.

Challenges:
* Trying to find a perfect keychain with no luck. I want something that resembles: goddess, hypnotist, lesbian, vegan/animal-lover, oneness/new age. If possible, I’d like one custom made but am unsure how to go about doing so. I’m a bit aggravated that my current keychain still says “Chevrolet” from the key they give you at the car dealership. I’ve often heard it said that you can tell a lot about a person by their keychains. I need help in this department. Any advice would be much appreciated (or even better if you are great at crafting metal and making a design! – wishful thinking).

* Maintaining a vegan diet is a bit frustrating because I’m craving *real* cheese (and sometimes eggs too) like crazy. My favorite vegan cheese is being discontinued and I’m savoring it while I can, but I miss colby cheese. Believe it or not, I have dreams almost nightly where I imagine myself eating a cheddar cheese omelet. I can almost picture it melting in my mouth and I get this incredible orgasm. Sometimes I rub my pussy with a vibrator and imagine eating a cheese omelet and get soooo incredibly wet. There are 0% meat cravings. I actually get nauseas just smelling meat (and many times just looking at it). Without trying to sound gross, looking at meat at a grocery store actually reminds me of a human slaughterhouse out of a horror movie.

* If you hate radical animal-rights activists, then you’re going to hate me for saying this. I’m fucking annoyed that in the video game “Fable” (which I love), there are options where you can kick a chicken as hard as you can. The object is to score a 10. I kicked one on accident and scored a 4 and was shocked. What kind of world do we live in where even in video games – people are encouraged to abuse animals? It was sickening. Even the sound of the chicken being kicked made me want to hurl. I actually got so upset that I turned my video game character “evil” instead of “good” early in the game and went around beating up the children, killing the guards, and became quite the serial killer. That’s what people get for kicking the chicken. As far as I’m concerned (in video game lingo) – all those motherfucking humans can die. Save the animals! On another note, it did get rid of a lot of built-up aggression. It wasn’t quite as great a relief as boxing the bag in the basement or punching someone in real life, but still – a nice alternative.

Yeah – I life a pretty simple life, huh?

It still surprises me that people continually say, “I’ve been following your journal for x amount of years!” And my first instinct, although I don’t say it aloud, is usually, “Why? (Specifically)…”

Isabella Valentine teams up with phone sex sensation, Kitty, for one hot, orgasmic erotic hypnosis session.

How would you like hear me hypnotizing another woman to be under My sexual control?

In this mp3, I had the pleasure of hypnotizing Kitty, but don’t tell her because she doesn’t know I hypnotized her. It all began with a beautiful guided visual imagery down stone stairs, colored doors, magical hollow trees, and a feather-like weightless drop onto scarlet silken pillows. Then when I knew I had her deep enough, I gave her sexual triggers causing her nipples to feel as though I was sucking on them, and well – it gets even sexier than that! Want more details? Then listen and find out what happened!

Fetishes include:
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Note: Kitty is currently building a website and when it’s complete, I’ll link to it so you can find out more about her.

Format: MP3 Download
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Vocal Sound Effects: None
Prop Sound Effects: No
Soft Background Music: No
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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