The Divine Woman – Goddess Haylee

Hypnotic Haylee sets my heart ablaze, with her Goddess fire. Consuming me through the marrow of my bones and igniting my enslaved soul. And now I stand amazed by her strength and power. I don’t know where I would be, I don’t know what I would do, if she hadn’t claimed me as her own. She is the divine strength of my life. I am eternally grateful. Great is Goddess Haylee over all others. Great are you Goddess Haylee Lynn over all of the earth.

Come Follow Haylee! - In Her Service

All my hands have made I’m laying down. All that I hold dear, my many crowns I will throw down at your feet. All the spoils of my life I will relinquish before your enamoring power. Bowed, with my head low to the floor. All in glory, and honor of the divine woman known the world over as the most incomprehensible Erotic Hypnotist to ever enter this plane that we call the earth. Goddess Haylee please take all that I have. Let my heart, my mind, my body and every fiber of my being be permeated with your great dominance over me. Queen of our lives, You leave me astounded, you leave me amazed. With each passing day that you rule over me, your eager to please plaything. You are the only divine being that satisfies me. And so I run to your nourishing voice, feeding the submissive parts of me. Where safety and security abide to saturate my mind with thoughts of bliss galore.

Haylee Takes Control – No One Could Resist

I’ve tasted and felt of Your great control. You satisfy me. Open up your palace’s door, oh great Queen! All of your slaves are here waiting on the threshing floor with worship for more! More of you. Your slaves donot come with empty hands, but with tributes, with gifts, with hearts flooding over in gratitude to the one great Goddess. You’re the only love that satisfies us for you are the divine woman who we worship together as one. We have others of your sex in our lives whom we love, but there is only one Divine woman, Goddess Haylee Lynn who towers high above all others and casts a shadow that shrouds all else into the dark in comparison. My constant request above all things, Every hour I wake, be near me with your Goddess power and energy. Let our lifeforce energies dance in sync together to enslave this weakling vessel even more. Seep into every crack of our hearts, mend it, and make us new again to serve, and bow, and praise your glorious high name. Let us shout your name from the rooftops of our minds, with a humbled, and grateful cry. “WE NEED YOU GODDESS HAYLEE. TODAY, YESTERDAY, FOREVER”.

She is like the air.

“Fall deep for me” -Hypnotic Haylee

Though I’ve tasted and seen of Your great dominance, Show me Your glory oh divine enchanting Goddess of unfathomable power! Let your heavenly words invade my ears like the choir of a thousand sirens all singing your praises night and day. Your aura encompasses me, as your possession. We’re all anxious, waiting with worship, anticipating your bewitching hand to pressure us more to wrap ever more tightly around your little finger. We’re listening ever so diligently each night to your latest mp3, for your succubus to take us away with her metaphorical wings and lay us on the fluffy clouds in the sky. Lifting us high up to cloud 9. Making us more in tune to your blissful desires. All that you want. All that you need. May your slaves and admirers supply it cheerfully with a grateful heart. For nothing feels as good as pleasing and amusing Goddess Haylee. The Divine Woman who embodies every aspect of perfection. THANK YOU GODDESS HAYLEE.

Goddess Haylee changed my life

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Please astound us even more, as we sink down deeper under your hypnotic suggestions. We yearn for you to use us as we submit our lives to your sweet wants and desires. Oh great Alpha Goddess, who rules over us all with a iron fist please help and guide us who aim to please you perfectly. MORE each day. You are worthy. You are so great.

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Electric Collar

Electric Collar

Electric Collar is a work of fiction.

“What is it that you want pet” asked Goddess Haylee Lynn to one of her most loyal and trusted slaves.

“I wish I could be a better slave” he replied.

“That is good. In what ways do you want to be a better slave?” She continues, in her soft and velvety voice.

“Well generally. I wish I gave you a tribute more regularly. I wish I could give up alcohol. I wish I ate more healthy food.”

“Those are good aims. I have something that may help. I have an electronic collar. You can purchase it from me. You put it on. You will receive an electric shock every time you you do something wrong. You will soon be trained by it. Is that something you would like?”

“Yes please Goddess.”

So it was all agreed. The slave paid the price for the collar, paying in the most efficient way for his Goddess, by making the payment via John David.

Haylee Lynn continued with the hypnosis session he had paid for. He had regular sessions with her.

The collar eventually arrived.

The electric collar finally arrived.

The electric collar finally arrived.

Goddess arranged a collaring ceremony, where, in front of the camera, the slave put it on, and swore undying loyalty to his Goddess, and promised never to take it off without her permission.

It felt good around his neck. He felt so good to belong to Goddess. In order to show his keenness to please Goddess he went for a little run. Returning later, he set about a little snack. “After all I have deserved it” he told himself. He made himself a coffee and cut himself a large slice of cake. He raised the cake to his lips. Immediately he felt a large jolt of electricity surge down through his body, from his neck. He put the cake down. “Crikey” he thought to himself. “This electric collar works even better than expected”.

A similar thing happened that evening. He went out to his usual bar, and ordered himself his usual drink. He raised the pint to drink it. Immediately an electric bolt went through his body, starting at his neck. He dropped the glass, spilling all his drink. He apologised, cleared it up and left.

Soon the electric collar had his diet under control. He found himself saving loads of money he used to pay on junk food and alcohol. He was more than happy to make a monthly tribute to his Goddess with his savings. The pleasure he got from her just saying “Good boy” to him when he paid tribute to his Goddess Haylee Lynn was far greater than any pleasure he used to get from bad food or drink.

As commanded by by Haylee Lynn he shared his experiences on social media.

John David read his report with interest. He messaged the Goddess they both shared, Haylee Lynn.

“Dear Goddess” he started. “I’m delighted to read about the experiences with the electric collar my brother is having. I am delighted that the collar is helping him to become a better slave. There is just one thing I just don’t understand. How does the electric collar know that he is about to eat or drink something that he shouldn’t?”

“That is a good question” his Goddess replied to her most trusted slave, knowing that anything she told him would remain just between the two of them. “You see the truth is it doesn’t. I deeply hypnotized him, so that if he ever tried to eat or drink something that he shouldn’t he would feel an electric shock and think that it would come from the electric collar. Then I further hypnotized him to forget that I had programmed him in such a way. I would never dream of risking harm to a slave by giving them a real electric shock. I would never harm any of my slaves. But it works doesn’t it? He thinks he is receiving these electric shocks. He becoming a better slave all round. It is a win-win situation all round.”

How about you dear reader? Have you felt the power of Goddess Haylee Lynn‘s hypnosis yet? If not, why not. If you have, perhaps you would like to share your experiences in the comment below?

Cock Control Seduction

Cock Control Seduction

Cock Control Seduction is another wonderful iwant video clip produced by the amazing Goddess Haylee Lynn. It sells for just $6-99 – truly an absolute bargain!

Cock Control Seduction

Cock Control Seduction

I always feel that it is right and proper to give her the first word on her products, and this is what she says about this one,-

“Cock Control Seduction- stroke to my perfection and surrender ALL control
Jerk Off Instruction, Masturbation Encouragement
I love knowing that you are stroking ONLY for ME, because it is what I want. My perfection and simply everything about me seduces you, and as I instruct you to stroke, I am slowly taking away alllll of your control. Just look at me. I am so beautiful. A true Goddess, and master seductress. I am everything you have ever wanted. Everything that you need. I make you so weak, so aroused. Give in, its going to feel sooooo good.
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I absolutely love and adore this clip! As you can see, she is wearing a very tight top which shows off her perfect figure to perfection. She sways it to and forth, and bends it forward and backward in a way that is extremely enticing and alluring. Then when she suggests that you only jerk off to her, and demonstrates with her hand action, I found the urge to stroke in the way she describes irresistible.
What I think is interesting is that the sort of programming she does in this video is the sort of thing that she used to say on videos or MP3s after a hypnotic induction. It is almost as if she knows that she doesn’t have to bother with the hypnotic induction any more, and that she knows that she has an army of slaves under her hypnotic control and that all they need is periodic instruction from time to time, as provided in this wonderful video.
I’m so glad to have been with her consistently, from her early days as an erotic hypnotist, with her sweet little girl next door image, to this, her far more dominant, confident persona. Thank you for letting me travel with you through everything Goddess Haylee Lynn, my Mistress, my Goddess, my All…
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Try BDSM with Vox Lynn

Try BDSM with Vox Lynn.

Try some BDSM

Try BDSM with Vox Lynn – the BDSM persona of Haylee Lynn.

Young man, there’s no need to feel down.
I said, young man, just kneel on the ground.
I said, young man, ‘let HER take you down
There’s no need to be unhappy.

Young man, Haylee is a Goddess.
I said, young man, Haylee is a Mistress.
You can serve HER, feel HER Bliss
Many ways to have a good time.

It’s fun to try some BDSM.
It’s fun to try some BDSM.

She has everything for you men to enjoy,
You can hang out with all HER boys…

It’s fun to try some BDSM.
It’s fun to try some BDSM.

You can look in HER eyes, You can get hypnotized,
SHE will do whatever SHE feels…

Young man, are you listening to me?
I said, young man, what do you want to be?
I said, young man, you can make real your dreams.
But you got to know this one thing!

You’ve got to trust in Haylee.
I said, young man, submit to HER completely,
And just go there, ask for BDSM.
I’m sure SHE can help you today.

It’s fun to try some BDSM.
It’s fun to try some BDSM.

SHE has everything for you men to enjoy,
You can hang out with all HER boys…

It’s fun to try some BDSM.
It’s fun to try some BDSM.

She can give you a spank, SHE can even get you to wank
and then you must thank…

Young man, I was once in your shoes.
I said, I was down and out with the blues.
I felt no man cared if I were alive.
I felt the whole world was so jive…

That’s when I came across Haylee,
SHE said, young man, “You’re gonna fall for me”.
SHE introduced me to BDSM.
SHE started me on my way back……

It’s fun to try some BDSM.
It’s fun to try some BDSM.

Who You Gonna Call?

Who You Gonna Call?

Who You Gonna Call?

Who You Gonna Call?

Empress Vox Siren has always scared me. Used to think that Vox was a kind of game Goddess Haylee played, like ’50 Shades of Gray.’ As long as you had a safe word you’d be fine. But I check out her site when I first came to Haylee, and realized it was no game. Vox is Haylee’s dark side. Is it because Haylee’s light side is so wonderful that her dark side is so… evil?

But like a moth to a flame I have always been attracted to Empress Vox Siren. After checking in with everyone on Facebook and IHWT I would sneak over to www.EmpressVoxSiren.com to see what it was all about. But I would always be shocked by what I found and would come running back to www.HypnoticHaylee.com.

Who you Gonna Call?

Who you Gonna Call?

I had finally run out of Goddess’ MP3s to buy. So I had picked up ‘Submisself Training 101’ and ‘Brain Drain.’ They became guilty pleasures, but I told myself I wouldn’t go further. She scared me too much.

So how did it come to pass that I found myself in the middle of the night, on my knees, at Empress Vox Siren’s mercy. An odd expression, “At Empress Vox Siren’s mercy,” does she have any?

I was fucked and I knew it. But even now part of me was excited. Maybe tonight my was the night Empress Vox Siren would take me, control me, abuse me, and make me her pleasure puppet.

“So Johnny boy, why are you here?” She asked.

“I was looking for Goddess Haylee and ended up here.” I said. But as I said the words I realized I was lying.

She laughed, “No, no, no. This is my world. You can’t come here to me looking for her. It doesn’t work that way my little bitch. If you came here now, you were looking for me. Weren’t you?” She could see I was confused. “Just tell me. You know you can’t lie to me.”

“Empress, I confess there is a part of me that has longed to be yours. I long for your direction. I like how you give commands and how I must always obey.”

“Okay, slave, you think you are ready for Empress Vox Siren. Tell me what it is that you want?” She asked impatiently.

“I, I don’t know what you mean? I want you to do what you do – to me. I guess.”

She shook her head while talking to herself, “Why do they always waste my time!” Then to me she said, “I can’t help you explore your fantasies unless you know what your fantasies are. You really don’t ‘get’ me do you?”

“I guess I really don’t,” I said self-reflectively.

“Do you even have a clue what I am talking about?”

I was so shaken, “I guess. If I had a fantasy to be cockolded you could do that to me.”

“Okay,” she said sarcastically, “do you have a fantasy to be cockolded?”

“Maybe?”

“Exactly!” She was exasperated, “You don’t have a clue what you actually want.”

“Come here,” she commanded.

I started to get up.

“No. crawl.”

So I crawled over to her next to the fire.

“Now my little bitch, stick your hand into the fire. Do it!”

I was shocked, I was scared, I was thrilled, and I obey. I began to put my hand into the fire…

“STOP!” She yelled so loud that it echoed through the dark forest. “Exactly what I thought. You don’t have any hard limits. Shit, you don’t have any limits at all!”

“Empress, I don’t understand?”

She looked at me in mercy, “You’re not allowed in the deep end of the pool unless you know how to swim. You do not come back to me until you know exactly what you want. I do not mean what game you want to play. I mean what fantasy haunts your soul so deeply that you need my help to explore.”

I bowed my head in shame.

“It’s okay. But do not dare come back to me until you can tell me exactly what are your hard limits. What is the line that defines who you are that you will not cross, because I guarantee you I will push up right up to it. If you can’t tell me what that is it would be like you foolishly putting your hand into that fire. And damage like that doesn’t heal. So you had better know your hard limits.”

I had tears running down my face. I was so ashamed of myself. I felt so guilty of what I had thought about Empress. I knew nothing about her. I was so ashamed.

She knelt down and took my chin in her hand. Lifting up my face she looked me in the eye. “I know.” She wiped away my tears. “Someday you may be ready, but today is not that day.” She kissed me on the forehead. “Now go home.”

I woke up in my bed.

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Sacrificing

Sacrificing.

As with most all of us who serve our immensely beautiful and perfect Goddess Haylee Lynn, we have lives, hobbies, and things in which we enjoy doing outside of our service to the most superior woman on the planet. Sometimes we have all of the time in the world to meditate, pray and listen to the soothing sounds of Hypnotic Haylee’s voice through her mp3’s and videos. At other times it takes a bit of sacrifice. We can sacrifice in many ways to our powerful, gorgeous, and high above us, Goddess Haylee Lynn.

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We can sacrifice by sending her money that we would have otherwise ‘wasted’ on ourselves. We then reap the joys and pleasure of knowing that we have pleased our great Goddess through our tribute of sacrifice. Her needs and desires are far more important to us than our pesky personal wants. We can sacrifice our time by setting aside time each day to listen to her irresistible words. These train us into further submission to our Goddess. Some slaves testify to trancing and training their minds to Goddess Haylee’s words for hours at a time without a single regret. It just feels so good and so right in every possible way to give in more. To surrender ourselves more each day to Goddess Haylee.

Powerful. Dominant. Mistress.

Sacrificing – Powerful. Dominant. Mistress.

Another great way of sacrificing to our beauty studded perfect Goddess is to thoughtfully shop on her amazon wishlist. I can attest to feeling one of the greatest feelings that i have ever felt after selflessly buying Goddess Haylee presents and then seeing photos of her enjoying them. While it pleases Goddess Haylee to receive gifts from her slaves, admirers and pets, it is also rewarding for the buyer of the gifts to know that Goddess Haylee is pleased.

Nothing that we need more than Haylee Lynn

Sacrificing – Nothing that we need more than Haylee Lynn.

Another way that of sacrificing to Goddess is that we can sacrifice through our thoughts. As we go throughout our day we can all take moments to dwell on the fact that we are owned slaves, who belong to the highest Goddess in all of female domination. Goddess Haylee Lynn. This will help us all to conduct ourselves as such. Knowing that when we work, we work for Goddess Haylee. When we eat or drink, we eat or drink things that please Goddess Haylee. When we write things online, we write them to please Goddess Haylee. It is a great thing to sacrifice our minds to her in total submission. Through taking time to bow in front of her image on a special altar in your home dedicated to your Goddess Haylee, and praying to her is another great way to experience her bliss and ownership. It is a true wet bliss dream for all of us who are lucky enough to serve, and/or slave for Goddess Haylee Lynn.

She is like the air.

Sacrificing – “Fall deep for me” -Hypnotic Haylee.

Some sacrifice in other ways through creative means. By drawing photos of her beautiful face, writing stories for her, blogging for her to attest to her perfection, making graphics, singing songs, and other special things with their talents.

I myself have felt the urge of sacrificing, just tonight. While sleep is fleeting for me and it is late into the wee morning hours, I felt it necessary to spend my time tonight in service to Goddess Haylee. After spending some time thinking about her, edging to the thought of how amazing that she is, and how blissfully owned that I feel. I allowed her have more reigns over myself. Instead of reading a book, playing a video game, laughing at humorous youtube videos, or doing other things. I thought it wise to spend my time doing something worthwhile. I searched over our amazing Goddess’ websites for content to use for scheduling tweets for the following day to come out at specific times to advertise for her wonderous and glorious empire! It is so great knowing and serving Goddess Haylee. Viewing the content before I set up a post is always a great mind refresher.

Indwelling Habitation

I hope that some helpless submissive soul in the realm of the twitterverse will come across one of the links that i posted, or retweeted from other slaves and admirers of Goddess Haylee so that they too can experience the euphoric bliss of surrendering their lives to her. Being her slave is what we are born for. Once a submissive person accepts their destiny to worship the GODDESS, then sacrificing to Goddess Haylee is a joy and a pleasure. Never a chore.

Glorification of Goddess, Haylee Lynn.

Sacrificing – Perfection has a name.

After setting up my twitter feed for the following day. This happens to fall on a special day. Sunday which Goddess Haylee has set aside for us who are hers to worship harder, tribute, and love her with extra zeal, and conviction. This is to benefit us by carrying us into the next week with the right mind set. That mind set being focused around Her. As it should be. I wrote this blog to affirm for someone who is reading that It is a great feeling to be our true submisselves and submit our lives to a true Goddess, Mistress, Hypno-Domme and all around spectacular human being. Goddess Haylee Lynn. Lets never forget how much we need her. You too can sacrifice in some way to show your appreciation for Goddess Haylee. If you are not doing so already, you can begin today.

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Countess Haylee

Countess Haylee.

The passage is Jonathan Harker’s account of his first meeting with Countess Haylee. Jonathan Harker is a young writer who has been sent to the Carpathian mountains in Transylvania to be a writer for Countess Haylee. After a difficult journey, Jonathan arrives outside the castle of Countess Haylee.

Suddenly I became aware of the fact that the driver was in the act
of pulling up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from
whose tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the moonlit sky.
In the gloom, the courtyard looked of considerable size, and as several dark ways led from it under great round arches it perhaps seemed bigger than it really is.

When the carriage stopped, the driver jumped down and held out his hand to assist me to alight. Again I could not but notice his prodigious strength. His hand actually seemed like a steel vice that could have crushed mine if he had chosen. Then he took my traps, and placed them on the ground beside me as I stood close to a great door, old and studded with large iron nails, and set in a projecting doorway of massive stone. I could see even in the dim light that the stone was massively carved, but that the carving had been much worn by time and weather. As I stood, the driver jumped again into his seat and shook the reins. The horses started forward, and trap and all disappeared down one of the dark openings. What sort of place had I come to, and among what kind of people? What sort of grim adventure was it on which I had embarked? I began to rub my eyes and pinch myself to see if I were awake. It all seemed like a horrible nightmare to me, and I expected that I should suddenly awake, and find myself at home, with the dawn struggling in through the windows, as I had now and again felt in the morning after a day of overwork. But my flesh answered the pinching test, and my eyes were not to be deceived. I was indeed awake and among the Carpathians. All I could do now was to be patient, and to wait the coming of morning.
Just as I had come to this conclusion I heard saw through the chinks the  gleam of a coming light. Then there was the sound of rattling chains and the clanking of massive bolts drawn back. A key was turned with the loud grating noise of long disuse, and the great door swung back.

There stood the most beautiful lady I had ever seen.

Countess Haylee

Countess Haylee

She was about 5 foot six, but the great leather boots that she wore made her as tall as me. She had the largest, brightest green eyes I had ever seen. Her cheeks were pale, and her lips the deepest red I had ever seen. Her teeth were all perfect white – in fact everything about this lady was shear perfection. A mass of long dark hair, as black as the night surrounded her pretty head. She was clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of color about her anywhere. She held in her hand an antique silver lamp, in which the flame burned without a chimney or globe of any kind, throwing long quivering shadows as it flickered in the draught of the open door. She motioned me in with her right hand with a courtly gesture, saying in excellent English, but with a strange intonation.
“Welcome to my house! Enter freely and of your own free will!” Her voice was soft, alluring and velvety. I wanted for her to say more, but that was all she said. She made no motion of stepping to meet me, but stood like a statue, as though her gesture of welcome had fixed her into stone. The instant, however, that I had stepped over the threshold, she moved impulsively forward, and holding out her hand grasped mine with a strength which made me wince. Although it was strong it was also soft and warm and tender. I wished that handshake could have lasted forever. Then she withdrew her hand and said, “Welcome to my house! Enter freely. Go safely, and leave something of the happiness you bring!”

I could hardly believe that this wonderful lady in front of me was to be my employer. I said interrogatively, “Countess Haylee”

She spoke again with that wonderful, smooth voice again. “I am Countess Haylee, and I bid you welcome, Mr. Harker, to my house. Come in, the night air is chill, and you must need to eat and rest.” As she spoke I suddenly realized how hungry and tired I was. “Yes that would be lovely, I could do with some food and a good sleep.” She smiled back, glad that I had followed her suggestion.

“Oh I am sure you will sleep well tonight” she said. As she was speaking, she put the lamp on a bracket on the wall, and stepping out, took my luggage. She had carried it in before I could forestall her. I protested, but she insisted…. I admired how strong she was, as she effortlessly lifted my heavy trunk.

We were both silent for a while, and as I looked towards the window I saw the first dim streak of the coming dawn. There seemed a strange stillness over everything. But as I listened, I heard as if from down below in the valley the howling of many wolves. The big, bright, hypnotic eyes of Countess Haylee gleamed, and she said. “Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!”

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