What happens when you stare into my eyes?
As she herself says about it “What happens when you stare into my eyes?
As she herself says about it “What happens when you stare into my eyes?
I saw this on Facebook, posted by my dear friend and fellow slave of Goddess Haylee Lynn, John Delco. Goddess Haylee Lynn commented “I couldn’t agree with this more. Trust is huge.” I agree too. I was surprised that there hadn’t been a blog yet on on this site on this theme, especially given the name of this website! So here goes!
Trust is important. Unless you are prepared to put your trust in Goddess Haylee Lynn, you will not be hypnotized by her properly. The more you put your trust in her, the deeper you will go.
I think however the sign was not made with hypnosis in mind, more for the D/s (Dominant- submissive) community. Again, for a person to truly submit to another, they have to put their trust in the dominant.
I have put my trust in Haylee Lynn. I have known her for three and half years now. I have followed her closely. Hardly a day has gone by without me checking up on her Facebook page. I know how she operates. I know that she can be trusted. I know that she doesn’t abuse or take advantage of her clients/ slaves/ submissives.
My initial fetish was hypnosis, – both as a hypnotist and a subject. Since meeting her I have virtually lost all interest in being a hypnotist myself. I am very happy just to be hypnotized by her wonderful videos and MP3s, which can be purchased from her on-line store by following the links I provided.
Although my initial fetish wasn’t D/s, gradually over time, the logical progression seemed to be to accept Haylee Lynn as my superior. I had never been enslaved before. It had never been a desire of mine before. Initially I just wanted to be a helper for her. Gradually I developed a desire, an eagerness, a yearning to be a slave for her. Thankfully she accepted me as a slave about three years ago. Gradually the fetish for hypnosis changed too. She became the fetish!
Mission Accomplished is the long-awaited sequel to “Double 0 Slave“, posted on
It wasn’t long after passing all the tests with flying colours, that I was summoned once again to see my beautiful and mysterious boss “H”. I looked forward to looking into her wonderful big green eyes again, and listening to her soft and silky voice. I love her. I would absolutely anything for her. I would risk my life for her – and frequently did. My heart trembled as I knocked on her door.
I heard her imperiously shout the single word “Enter”.
I entered her office. She was sat behind her big desk.
She rose from her desk. “Ah Double O Slave, its good of you to come”, she said, rising from the desk.
“Just sit down here, and I’ll explain everything to you.”
I obediently sat down, as indicated by her.
“Now then Double 0 Slave I have another mission that needs filling. It is going to be highly dangerous. You could get yourself killed. If you want I could send someone else, but I thought I’d give you first refusal. Are you interested?”
“Oh Goddess of course I am. You know how I would do absolutely anything for you. I’d be willing to die for you. No doubt one day I will. But until then, I would do absolutely anything for you.”
“Very well then. The assignment is yours.”
Dear reader I won’t bore you with the exact details. It was the usual stuff. Suffice it to say I was working alongside an extremely attractive and sexy Russian agent called Eva Vestov. Random American and Russian spies had been murdered. A fiendish organisation was trying to start World War Three between America and Russia. All we had to do was to save the world by breaking this organisation. So we broke into their headquarters. They captured us. instead of just shooting us, they made the usual mistake of devising an unbelievable tortuous and painful death. We escape, and the organisation’s headquarters get blown to smithereens. So it was mission accomplished and Eva and myself are left relaxing in a hotel suite. It was her who spoke first.
“Vell I ‘ad my doubts about working vith you at first, but hey, ve made a pretty good team. Can I get you a drink? A medium dry martini, lemon peel. Shaken, not stirred is your favourite no?”
“No, that is very kind of you, but that was back in the back old days. I never touch alcohol now. Got to be Healthy for Haylee after all.”
“Very well” she continued. “Well I can think of others ways we can pass the time before ve have to return to our countries”, she said seductively, stroking her beautiful thigh just below her tight mini-skirt.
I smiled at her.
“I’m really sorry Eva. That too was in the bad old days.”
“Vot ‘as come over you? I thought these stories always ended with the ‘ero ‘aving a drink and making love to the beautiful ‘eroine?”
“Ah but that was before I fell under the wonderful spell of Goddess Haylee. Now I keep myself Healthy for Haylee. I don’t drink at all. I watch my weight and I exercise regularly. That is how come I managed to stay so young.”
“Vell how old are you then?”
“60, I thought you were about ‘alf that age! You are old enough to be my father!”
“As for the sex, Goddess Haylee has me has me in her Mind cage. I am only allowed to cum once a month, and that must be while listening to an MP3 from her which includes Jerk Off Instructions. The one I use is called Enchantment.”
“I see. She must be some woman! I will leave you to her.” Eva said, turning to leave.
How about you dear reader? If you too want to fall under Haylee’s spell, I suggest you start with Eye Fixation Hypnosis Video available free on Youtube. If then you want to fall more under her sweet spell, both Mind cage and Enchantment are available to purchase at a very reasonable price from her on-line store. Many thanks for reading Mission Accomplished!
Before reading “Second Visit” please read “New Neighbours” first.
“Second Visit” is a work of fiction.
I told you before, dear reader, how I came to meet Haylee Lynn in the story “New Neighbours”. I want to tell you now about my second visit.
After helping her and Bruce move in, I was invited round again shortly afterwards, for a second visit. She greeted me at the door. There was a single step up into her house, so she was slightly above me. She looked at me, over the top of her glasses frame, just like my favourite lady teacher at school used to do to me. I suddenly felt like a little boy again. I noticed her lovely large eyes again. I noticed her bright red lipstick, making her lips look so luscious and kissable, although of, course, I wasn’t planning on kissing her. She was also wearing this denim jacket.
“Nice Jacket” I said.
“Thanks” she replied. “One of my slaves bought it me.”
I wondered what she meant by “her slaves”, but I didn’t ask.
She led me into her kitchen, where she made us both a cup of tea, and then into her front room again, and sat me on the sofa. He bent over, and lit some candles, showing me her lovely rump, perfectly encapsulated in tight black jeans, as she did so. The candles burned with a sweet vanilla essence. She put on some gentle, soft instrumental music. I’m not sure, but it may have been Enya. The whole room seemed to be so calming, so relaxing.
Then she looked at me with those amazing eyes again.
“Tell me please. Do you find me attractive?”
I nearly spluttered on my tea. That was one question I was not expecting from her, especially on only my second visit.
“Well yes”, I managed to say, somewhat embarrassed. “But what about Bruce, isn’t he your….”
“My husband. Yes he is. But don’t worry about him. I’ve got him exactly where I want him. He is completely under my thumb.” To emphasise the point she made a fist, with her thumb up, then turned her fist upside down and rubber the tip of her thumb into the coffee table in front of us. I shuddered. Part of me worried that I was going to end up “Under her thumb” too. Part of me wanted to be “Under her thumb” and was suddenly insanely jealous of Bruce. I imagined myself, literally, under an enormous version of her lovely thumb.
Before I could continue my musings to myself, she turned and looked at me straight in the eye again and continued.
“You see Bruce is quite used to other guys falling in love with me. Most guys they just can’t help themselves. They start by listening to my soft voice. They admire my long dark hair.” As she said this she started stroking her hair. My eyes followed her right hand as she stroked and played with her hair. “before they know it, they are wrapped round and round my pretty little finger.” As she said this, she wrapped her hair round her little finger, my eyes following every movement.
“I think you know what I mean don’t you?” she whispered, looking deep into my eyes again. I nodded blankly in reply. I knew she had me too.
“Yes you do, because you too have already started to fall, haven’t you? I love it when guys fall in love with me. They fall so deeply. Then they will do anything to please me. Anything to please their beloved Haylee Lynn.”
She smiled, in a knowing, confident way way. She knew exactly what she was doing. She knelt on the sofa beside me, so she was slightly higher than me. I had to look up into her eyes.
“I’ve already got you to the first stage, and this is only your second visit here. You are listening to the sound of my voice. I know you love listening to my wonderful, soft, velvety voice. I know I could be talking about anything, I could be reading from a telephone directory and you would continue to listen, you find my voice entrancing, it would still relax you. You are learning to relax to the sound of my voice and that is a very good thing. So continue to listen to my voice and look into my eyes. You know you are very lucky to be able to look into my eyes with both of your eyes as you are doing right now. Some animals, such as sheep, goats and rabbits have an eye on each side of their heads, so that they can see all around them, so they can see predators. Other animals – mainly predators, have evolved binocular vision so both their eyes look in the same direction. We are like that, which is why you can look deeply into both my eyes at the same time, and my eyes are looking back into yours, helping you to relax as you continue to listen to the lovely sound of my sweet velvety voice. I know you are already relaxing now, and it feels so good just being here with me. There is just you and me and no one else. There is nothing for you to think about. You can just put all your trust in me, as you just listen to the sweet velvety sound of my voice and look deeply into my eyes and relax and let me do all the thinking for you. Let the words that I am speaking become your thoughts in your head. Let your conscious mind just turn off, and let your subconscious mind take over, so that every single little word that I say drips slowly and surely into your subconscious mind, as you continue to listen to the sweet sounds of my voice and you continue to gaze deeply into my eyes, my lovely big green eyes, it so easy for you to gaze deeply. It is so easy for you to lose yourself in my big green eyes. It is so easy to gaze deeper and deeper into my eyes. My eyes are so hypnotic. Once you start to gaze into them you find it hard to look away, unless I tell you to. I want you to continue to look up into my eyes and to listen to sweet sound of my soft, velvety voice whispering to you, relaxing you, making you feel so good. The more relaxed you feel, the better you feel. The better you feel the more relaxed you become. And so it goes on, as you spiral down, deeper and deeper under my sweet, seductive spell. I want you to start breathing deeply for me. Nice long breathes in, hold it, release and relax completely, Keep breathing like this, and notice how it relaxes you more and more as you breathe like this, while continuing to gaze up into my lovely, large eyes, and you continue to listen to my velvety voice, as you relax more and more, simply gazing into my big bright green eyes. As you continue to gaze, you also continue to listen very carefully to the sweet sounds of my lovely velvety voice.”
By now I was completely wrapped up in her words, lost in her eyes.
“Your eyes are also starting to tire. You are finding it more and more difficult to gaze into my eyes, as your eyes are getting so heavy looking up into my eyes. Your eyes are getting heavier and heavier. You are starting to blink more. This is entirely natural and shows that you are showing the first signs of slipping into hypnosis. You are doing so well. You are such a good hypnotic subject. I am hypnotizing you and you love being hypnotized by me so much. That is why we are so right for each other. I love hypnotizing you. You love being hypnotized by me. You love listening to sweet sound of my voice and looking deeply into my huge hypnotic eyes. But you are finding it harder and harder to keep your own eyes open.”
It was true, I was really struggling to keep my eyes open. They were watering now. Part of me wanted to keep staring into her beautiful eyes. Part of me longed to close my eyes.
“You are feeling sleepier and sleepier. You are falling under my special spell that I am casting for you. And you love it so much. You love going under for me. You are reaching the point that your eyes go no longer stay open. On the count of three, your eyes will close, and you arms will collapse, and you will be in deep hypnosis. One – sleepier and sleepier, two, deeper and deeper and three, you fall fast asleep.”
Right on cue my eyes closed.
“In your mind you can still see my lovely large eyes looking into yours. My huge hypnotic eyes haunt you. Every time from now on, whenever you close your eyes, in your mind’s eye, you will see my big bright eyes looking into yours and you will think of me and how much you love me, and how much you love being hypnotized by me. You love listening to my sweet seductive voice. You love looking lovingly into my eyes. Now I want you to fall deeper and deeper for me.”
Then her hands gently caressed both of the cheeks on my face. Her fingertips gently stroked my cheeks, starting at the top and working down my face, as she continues to weave her spell.
“You love the touch of my soft sensitive hands. They feel so warm and soft on your face. They take you deeper into trance. They are relaxing you. They are controlling you. You feel so warm and comfortable. You are still breathing deeply. You are still listening to the sounds of my velvety voice. You are still looking deeply into my huge hypnotic eyes in your mind’s eye, as you drift deeper and deeper into trance for me. The deeper you go the better you feel. The better you feel the deeper you go, as you spiral down, deep down into the deepest trance you have ever experienced. The deeper you go the more connected you feel to me. The deeper you go into hypnosis the more you love me.”
She continued to gently caress the sides of your face.
“My fingers are so soft and gentle. It feels so good to feel my fingers on the side of your face.”
Then she stopped doing that. Instead she gently touched the exact centre of my forehead with her index finger. Slowly she moved her index finger down my face, going down the ridge of my nose, onto my top lip, then my bottom lip, finishing at my chin. Then she repeated, touching the centre of my forehead again, and gently going down my face. As she did so, she spoke.
“You love the touch of my finger. You love the way I can virtually control you with this finger. When I touch you with it, you feel my bliss pouring out of me and into you through my finger. You are getting filled with my bliss. You have never ever felt so happy. Only I can make you feel this happy, make you feel so warm, relaxed and comfortable. You need me. You need to please me. You ache for me. You depend on me. You love this dependency. You are mine. It feels so good to know that you are mine.”
Then she stroked my hair, as she continued.
“You love the touch of my hands on your hair. I am stroking you like a pet. You are my pet. You belong to me. Feel my hands again and again stroking your hair. I am relaxing you more and more. You feel so good being so deeply relaxed. You could rest like this for hours. You feel so good. You are still looking deeply into my huge hypnotic eyes in your mind’s eye. You are still listening to my soft, sweet velvety voice. You are feeling my warm, soft hands gently stroking your hair. You are still breathing deeply. As you breathe deeply you start to notice the vanilla fragrance from the candles more and more. You love the aroma of this fragrance. It helps you slip even deeper into trance.”
She then lent over and kissed me lightly on my lips.
“Like your lips now, and taste my lipstick.”
“So all the time you are listening to my velvety voice, looking deeply into my huge hypnotic eyes in your mind’s eye, feeling my soft, gentle hands stroking your hair, smelling the aroma of the vanilla essence fragrance, and tasting my luscious lips on yours. You realise that all five senses are completely focused on me. Every part of you is focused on me. And it feels so good to go so deep for me and to be so closely connected to me. You feel so happy. You are getting happier and happier. Allow a gentle smile to break out around your mouth. That is good. I love to see you smiling. I am overpowering you with my bliss. As you fall deeper and deeper into trance you fall deeper and deeper in love with me. You love everything about me. You love listening to voice. You could listen for hours to my voice. You will find yourself listening to my voice more and more in the days ahead. You love gazing deeply into my beautiful big eyes. You will find yourself gazing deeply into my hypnotic huge eyes more and more in the days ahead. You love my lovely lips. You love my kisses. You love my lovely long hair that tumbles from my sweet head. You love my cute little nose. You love everything about me. You are deeply in love with me. You love me more than you have ever loved anyone else. You love me more than anyone has ever loved anyone else. This love is not an infatuation. This love you have for me will last until the day you die, and will grow deeper and deeper each and every day. You are completely wrapped up in me, You are obsessed by me. You will do anything to please me. You adore me. You love everything about me. You love the way that I look. You love the things that I say and do. You know that you can trust in me completely, because I will never abuse the love that you have for me.”
“You would do anything to please me. You are mine. You need me. You ache for me. You yearn for my approval. You will support me, in the way that a loving husband supports his wife, because you love me. Say it out loud, tell me you love me out loud.”
I told her I loved her, and it felt so good to say it.
“Good boy, you are doing so well. Now tell it to the world. Say to the world out loud “I love Haylee Lynn, I will do anything for her.”
Again, I did her bidding.
“Good boy. You are getting better and better. You will find yourself saying this out loud more and more in the days ahead. You will find yourself saying that when you wake in the morning and when you close your eyes at night. You will find yourself saying it to yourself whenever you are alone. It will feel so right and natural for you to say it. Every time you say it, you will fall a little bit more in love with me, a little more eager to please me. Part of me is inside of you. It is controlling you, bending you to my will. My will is so much stronger than your will. You will always do exactly whatever I tell you to do, without question, without hesitation. Do you understand?”
“Yes I do”
“Good boy. You have done so well with me today, but sadly all good things must come to an end. Now it is time for you to come out of trance, but you will be trancing with me again real soon. Open your eyes and stretch for me please. That’s a good boy. You are doing ever so well! Now wake completely in your own time.”
I stretched, and looked around me. She was still there, kneeling on the sofa looking down at me. I looked up into her eyes and she smiled down at me, a sort of Mona Lisa smile of a mother to her son.
The coffee table, the cups, the sofa, the candles, everything was there exactly as it had been. But this second visit had been changed me forever. From now on I would live for Haylee, I would belong to Haylee.
Thank you for reading “Second Visit”. Would you like to be hypnotized in exactly the same way? Well you can! Simply buy and listen to her excellent MP3 “Sweet Love“!
What is your fetish dear reader? Has it changed over time? Mine has!
What is a fetish? A friend of mine defined it as “what turns you on”. My fetish was hypnosis. I developed this fetish in my teens. I used to masturbate thinking how lovely it would be to be hypnotically seduced by a beautiful lady. Occasionally in my fantasises, I would also be the hypnotist. In some fantasises we would hypnotize each other. It is not a fantasy I shared with many people. In some cases I would imagine myself with a lady I knew. In some cases it would be an imaginary lady. I lost one or two girlfriends when I said that I wanted to be hypnotized by them. I thought I was strange by having these fantasises.
Then Internet was invented and became widely popular. I discovered others that shared these fantasises. I found I was not alone.
I’ve been into Internet hypnosis for many years now. Like most people my Internet relationships didn’t last very long for one reason or another. Then, early in 2013 I watch Goddess Haylee Lynn’s eye fixation video. I soon befriended her on Facebook. I soon fell under her sweet spell. I fell into hypnosis. I fell in love with her. I’m still under her spell, hypnotised by her and in love with her.
Gradually in that time, my fetish slowly changed. It is not to be involved with hypnosis with any beautiful lady. It has to be with her. She has to be the hypnotist. And she doesn’t have to hypnotize me any more. She turns me on. She and no one else will do. She is my fetish. I am hers for as long as she wants me.
How about you dear reader? Have you been through a similar process? If so, write in the comments below!
May Day on May 1 is an ancient northern hemisphere spring festival and usually a public holiday; it is also a traditional spring holiday in many cultures. Dances, singing, and cake are usually part of the celebrations that the day includes.
In the late 19th century, May Day was chosen as the date for International Workers’ Day by the Socialists and Communists of the Second International to commemorate the Haymarket affair in Chicago. International Workers’ Day may also be referred to as “May Day”, but it is a different celebration from the traditional May Day.
The earliest May Day celebrations appeared in pre-Christian times, with the Floralia, festival of Flora, the Roman goddess of flowers, held on April 27 during the Roman Republic era, and with the Walpurgis Night celebrations of the Germanic countries. It is also associated with the Gaelic Beltane, most commonly held on April 30. The day was a traditional summer holiday in many pre-Christian European pagan cultures. While February 1 was the first day of spring, May 1 was the first day of summer; hence, the summer solstice on June 25 (now June 21) was Midsummer.
For you, dear reader, you May find yourself checking up on Haylee Lynn’s Facebook Profile. You May find yourself looking at HER YouTube videos. You May look at HER Eye Fixation Video. You May find yourself getting lost in HER beautiful huge hypnotic eyes. You May find HER sweet voice echoing round your head. You May find yourself deeply hypnotized by HER. You May find yourself wandering onto HER on-line store. You May find yourself buying one or more of HER goods or services. You May find yourself building at altar to HER. You May find yourself worshipping Her. And why not? What could be more appropriate than worshipping a Goddess on such a sacred day?
New Neighbours is a work of fiction.
I first met Haylee a few years ago. I think it was 2013. It was early in the morning, I had just got dressed. I heard the van. I looked to see who my new neighbours were. She was moving into a rented house just down the road from me. I remember watching her from my bedroom window as they unloaded all the stuff from the back of a very large removal van. I remember thinking to myself how how nice she looked. Nice. Pretty. Kind of scruffy, with straggly black hair sticking out from a shapeless black hat. She wore battered old black tight jeans and a black tee-shirt. I liked the way she walked too. An easy lope.
What if .. I thought to myself. What if I went over and said hello and welcomed her to the street? Maybe she would reciprocate my feelings for her? Then I spotted a man with her, slightly older. I hoped it was an elder brother. I feared it could be her partner.
So I continued to watch from the window. I watched as the man passed her a big green vase in both hands. I watched her as she bounced up the path carrying it. I watched as she stumbled over a loose paving stone and the vase went flying into the air and landed on the doorstep with a big hollow smash. “Now she’s going to get it!” I thought. The man rushed over to her. Instead of being angry with her he was just concerned for how she was. After checking she was OK they then started laughing. They just stood there giggling and hooting like a couple of mad people. I felt glad that my new neighbours had a sense of humour.
When they had finished, she started giving him orders. He disappeared and re-appeared with a dustpan and brush and cleared up the broken glass. Meanwhile she looked around. She caught sight of me at my window. She flashed a dazing smile at me. She was even more beautiful than I had first thought.
“Hey” she shouted out.
I gave her a shy half-wave.
“Are you busy” She shouted at me.
I shook my head.
“If you are not busy, come and give us a hand.”
I stuck my thumb up and was with them as fast as I could. I met her at last. I noticed for the first time the wonderful big green eyes she had. I looked into them, and she looked back, somehow very knowingly, which I found very attractive, but slightly unnerving.
She introduced herself as Haylee and the man as Bruce. I said that is was lovely to have new neighbours and that I hoped that they would stay long. She replied that they didn’t intend staying that long, perhaps only a year or two because they hoped to buy a ranch-style house somewhere.
Soon she was giving us both orders. “That goes there. Careful with that Bruce. It will need both of you to carry that.”
I don’t think I had ever met anyone so bossy before, but somehow it felt wonderful to obey her. She would give little smiles of encouragement and say things like “good boy”. it felt so good to please her. It was nice to just sort of stop thinking for myself for once and let her decide what were we going to move, where we were going to move it to, and how we were going to move it. Time seemed to fly. Where we are is not far from the Town Hall. I remember it striking 12 noon and I suddenly realised I’d been carting furniture around for hours, but I didn’t seem at all tired.
“Mmm you are such a good boy” she said to me. “You’ve got a lot of potential”.
“Potential for what?” I asked.
She flashed that dazzling smile in my direction again, and I melted.
“You’ll see!” she replied, giving me a box to carry. Inside was a smaller box, which was landed “Vanilla-scented candles.” There was a small drum and a card with a 5-pointed star on it. “What are those for?” I asked.
“I belong to the order of the Dianic Wicca also known as Dianic Witchcraft. I love to light the candles and just meditate. The five pointed star is a Pentagram. It has magical properties.”
“The drum I beat in a rhythm while chanting.”
“How fascinating.” I said, “please tell me more”.
“We’re also feminists. We worship the Goddess only. We worship in female-only circles. We believe that women are superior to men and that all men were place on earth to serve women.”
My head was spinning with all this information.
“Let me take you inside and explain some more.” She continued, and she turned to Bruce.
“You finish off, I need to chat to our new neighbour for a while.”
“Sure” he replied cheerily.
She took me inside and sat me down on a sofa in her front room. I thought about how I had helped Bruce move the chair into the room earlier. She sprayed herself with perfume and sat down beside me and turned to face me. Soon I was looking into her lovely eyes again, as she started.
“Soon it will be May Day; it is called the Sabbath a religious day for us. I will be crowned Queen of the Coven. I need an altar boy to carry my things, to prepare a feast and serve it to us and then clear up afterwards and to generally be my slave. I’ve noticed this morning how compliant and obedient you are to me. You love obeying me don’t you?”
I smiled and agreed.
“Good, that is settled then. Look, look deep into my eyes as I take you deep.”
I didn’t know what she meant by “taking me deep” but eagerly looked into her eyes again. I was looking into her eyes when I felt her hands on the side of my head massaging my temples. She told me to continue to stare into her eyes and look at the light reflecting off them. Haylee’s perfume was now all around me. “Deep” the voice said as Haylee gave me instructions.
“Watch the light as you breathe in deep, hold the breath for 10 – 20 seconds and let it out. Again breathe deep, hold it, expel out, continue to breathe this way and listen.”
Her fingers on my temples working their magic on me over my scalp and down to my neck. Massaging and relaxing my muscles. I began to mellow out, my resistance leaving me as I was relaxing. Haylee was controlling my breathing while taking me deeper. Soon my eyes closed as I felt hands on my shoulders pushing down. Haylee commanded me to kneel. As I knelt I felt the present of Haylee closer to my face. I smelt her perfume even stronger as I was told to take deeper breaths and hold. “Listen and obey” I heard from above. It was Haylee giving me instructions on how to serve. She was telling what was expected of me and my new role in life. She told me to concentrate on the fragrance.
“This is the scent of your new love. The love you have for Haylee. You love me so much that you will do what ever I command of you. You will worship me and adore me for as long as you live. I will become your Goddess and will take all your devotion. You will give yourself to me. Is that clear slave?”
“Yes Goddess” I reply.
“Good boy” she said.
I had several more of those sessions in the run up to May Day.
On May Day itself I found myself baking quiches and preparing salads for the feast. All the food had to be vegetarian and from natural, local sources. Bruce helped me carry everything, as we followed Haylee. She was wearing a black short dress, which shows off all her curves with a black cape. Her lovely long dark hair flowing down her back. Around her neck was a gold chain with a gold five pointed star in a circle attach to it. It was pentagram and she was holding a staff.
She led to a clearing in a forest where everything was to take place. The other witches stood in a circle. I felt so honoured to be one of only two males present. In the middle of them as the altar. A bed of concrete it was their alter, with a pentagram cast in it, with candles on it. Haylee walked around the alter and lit a Black candle on each corner.
She then picked a jar of incense, emptied it and lit it.
She returned and stared into my eyes as she joined her the others in chants. Automatically I dropped to my knees before her. My hands I put on the ground, making a seat for her to sit on. I felt her sit on my back. “This is where I belong – under HER” I thought to myself. The chanting continued then suddenly came to an abrupt halt. A witch cried out “I crown thee, Haylee, Queen of the Coven” as she placed a crown made of laurel leaves on her sweet head. Haylee then stood up and proclaimed “Let the merriment begin!”
With that a huge bonfire was lit. Drums, violins and flutes were played. There was dancing, and eating and drinking. When everyone had had their fill Bruce and I were allowed to finish off the left-overs.
And that’s how it all started. I still serve Goddess Haylee. It’s the greatest life ever. I worship the ground she walks on. I’ve become a devoted slave to her and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Many thanks for reading “New Neighbours”.