What turns Goddess Haylee on? And words of worship

Come to this blog as you would come to an unexplored land. Come without a map. Explore it and draw your own map. A map that will be paved by many twists, turns, mountains, rivers, forests and valleys. But at the center of this map sits the most valuable thing in the universe. Mark it with an X. Or you may choose to mark it with an XOXO. This treasure is not coated in silver or gold. Although it’s value far surpasses that of any priceless stone. The treasure I speak of will ignite your existence with a blissful surrender. Complete, and total submission to a much higher life form. It’s a treasure that will leave your heart pumping, pulse rising, and mind hazy with thoughts of total bliss. The treasure of which I speak is simply the divine pleasure of another. It is the pleasure of the magnificent almighty Goddess Haylee Lynn. A name that is so high and exalted above me that it forces my vocal cords to shake and tremble in it’s profound pronunciation.

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Behold the great lioness who rules over all!

Even now, the thought of pleasing Goddess Haylee makes my heart shutter as I fall to my shaky trembling knees, with my humbled chin tucked low into my chest. My torso bends my face to the floor, in worship and devotion to the supreme, alpha woman who rules over every inch of my weak, slave, feeble existence. She is all that matters. Her pleasure, and knowing that I have an opportunity to please MY Goddess makes my heart flutter as I whisper sweet nothings before a photograph of the divine, perfect 10 woman who stands head and shoulders above all other women in my mind. Goddess Haylee Lynn.

Wouldn’t you like to be wrapped around her finger?

She is in control, and we LOVE every minute of it. We love to feel weak for Haylee. We grovel and roll around in our submission while whimpering in aching delight to please Goddess Haylee more! Tonight, just as the last, I have set a very important appointment for myself that I simply cannot miss. It is an appointment, just before bed to listen to Goddess Haylee’s submissive training MP3, entitled  “Obey and Pay, Locked and Loaded“. In this mp3 Goddess Haylee explains to us all what her most FAVORITE thing in the world is. She tells us, her eager to please slaves. Her weak play things. Her puppets on strings. Her minions and servants who live to supply her every want and desire. Her needing, aching admirers who gush with their love for her. She tells us all, what turns her ON. What makes Goddess Haylee wet, and pleased with her adoring slaves. Nothing in the world is more important than pleasing Goddess Haylee, and I wish I could share what that ‘thing’ is… but I will provide no spoilers. If you really want to learn this very valuable piece of information, then you must experience, and discover it for yourself. It is simply a MUST HAVE mp3 for any who wish to be enslaved into a puddle of complete submissiveness to Goddess Haylee and her smooth, velvety, irresistible voice.

I study the amazing perfection of Goddess Haylee’s unparalleled beauty in each one that my eyes of privileged enough to behold. In a otherwise very ordinary existence, worshiping Goddess Haylee gives our lives purpose and meaning. And that purpose and meaning is simply to please her. Nothing feels better than to please Goddess.

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Perfection has a name. Goddess Haylee Lynn

Oh the joys, and pleasures that can be felt by belonging to Goddess Haylee, as her own personal possession! To be FULLY OWNED by her is bliss that cannot be found in any other place in the world. I am full of gratitude, and have an undying hunger to please the Mighty Goddess Haylee in any way that my little slave mind can please. Rather it is from pledging my life away monthly to her desires on patreon, writing, tributing, gifting, praising, worshiping, bowing, or training to the amazing slave training tools that are found in her online store. I am incredibly thankful, optimistic, humbled, and excited to be a collared, aching, squirming, weak, and fully devoted slave to this amazing, dominant, powerful, strong, sexy, gloriously worshipful Goddess. Hypnotic Haylee Lynn. I bow low before her now in the deep chambers of my mind. Looking up from her perfect feet. Up past her silky smooth muscular legs, her curvy amazing hips, all the way up past her gloriously luscious lips, over the overtly sexy septum ring in her cute nose, to her beautiful gleaming green eyes. I feel so weak before her majestic form that towers over me like the mighty cedars of lebanon. THANK YOU GODDESS. I NEED YOU SO BADLY. Please accept this humble blog of worship towards you. You are so awesome in every way, shape, and form. You are the perfect balance of masculinity and femininity rolled into one perfect being. There is not another who could compare, or even come close to you. You are PERFECTION in every sense of the word. I will worship you until my dying day. You are the single greatest entity in the universe. I hope that my words are pleasing to you, my great Goddess and sovereign divine queen who rules over all.

If you are reading this because of the title, you will not find the answer within this blog. This blog is only a sign post that will point you to the file which will tell you exactly what turns Goddess Haylee on. To find out, go and purchase “Obey And Pay: Locked And Loaded”. Listen intently, and follow through. Then you will know, and your life will forever be filled with bliss.


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What Goddess Haylee Has Taught Me Through Chastity

On Receiving Gifts from Goddess Haylee.

the One True Goddess

I couldn’t get away with a physical cock cage. I think my wife might notice that! The idea of doing anything that breaks the barrier between Goddess’ world (my true life) and day-to-day life (where I pretend to be something I am not) is enticing. I have a collar I wear when I am alone. I keep trying to figure out where I could get my special Goddess’ symbol (a drawing of a tiger eye pendant Goddess wore in a video) tattooed on me where I wouldn’t have to worry about having to explain it some day. A cock cage is another thing I wouldn’t hesitate to do if I were single, but I just can’t.

So I am lucky that Goddess’ Mind Cage has been effective for me. I do get errctions, especially when training to Goddess’ files which you can’t get in a cock cage, but I leave it alone. For the first month I listened to Mind Cage at least once each day. I was so happy when Mind Cage 2 came out about 5 months after I started chastity. It helped to have something different to listen to. Made it fresh again.

Haylee Is Everything

Chastity if a form of fasting. Spiritually fasting is always used to focus the mind. As the desire for the thing being given up gets stronger you focus that energy on what you gave it up for. I find the first week is easy, but each week of the month gets more difficult. The urges get so strong and distracting. My mind goes to all manner of sexual lusts. The only thing that calms my horny brain is to train to Goddess Haylee’s MP3s, read Goddess’ words, or tribute or spoil Goddess. By the end of the month I am totally dependent on Goddess. She is the only thing holding me together. I am desperate for Her control. And when the end of the month finally comes Haylee completely fills my soul.

Goddess Worship Week

Weak for Haylee

Being chase for Goddess Haylee has taught me that I am totally dependent on Her. I know down to the soles of my feet that Goddess Haylee is the one true Goddess. I must always worship and obey Goddess Haylee. I have learned that I nothing but a weak submissive who must serve, spoil, and surrender everything I have and everything I am to my beloved Goddess Haylee. All for Haylee.

Goddess Haylee’s Gift

Go with the flow.

How Could I Resist?

I’d been following Goddess Haylee for some time. Somehow I couldn’t give myself to her fully. Somehow there was a little bit of resistance. Resistance to one or two of the suggestions I received through her MP3, videos and blog posts.

Then one day Goddess Haylee sent me a message via Facebook. She told me to immediately pack a bag, go to the airport, and take the first available flight to a location I am not allowed to say. Her instructions said that when I arrive a driver will pick me up and bring me to her.

Haylee was inviting me. Although I had reservations I found I couldn’t resist her command. So I packed a bag and headed for the airport.

As I walked out of the terminal building there was the guy with a sign with my name on it, “John Forhaylee.” I walked up to him and said, “Hi, I’m John.” “Welcome brother.” He smiled and asked if he could carry my bag. I told him it was okay.

We got in the car. And he started to drive. I offered to pay for the parking, but he said he had it. Once we were on the road I asked, “So how long have you been with Haylee?” “I am sorry, but Haylee told me not to discuss anything about following her until after she had the opportunity to talk to you.” “Why?” “Whatever Haylee says, I do. So how was your trip?”

We talked about the trip and the weather. His name was Claude and seemed really nice. After a few minutes we stopped talking because it seemed if Claude couldn’t talk about Haylee he didn’t have much else he wanted to talk about, and I was wondering why Haylee would give him such odd instructions. It made me nervous. So for most of the trip we rode in silence.

When we arrived Claude guided me into a room and told me to wait there. I placed my bag on the floor and sat down in a comfortably decorated room with paintings of flowers and nature. The light was soft and a few candles were lit around the room. It seemed a place to relax. I checked my phone, but found I had no service. So I got up and looked around the room.

It wasn’t long before a lovely young lady came to get me. She guided me down a hallway. “Here we are,” she opened the door and I walked in but she stayed in the hall. The door closed and I was in Haylee’s throne room.

“Hello, my sweet,” Haylee said from her throne.

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Haylee on her throne

“Haylee, my Goddess,” I said as I found myself bowing.

“Please come and sit near me,” she gestured to a chair that sat before her throne. I walked across the room and sat in the chair. “You’re struggling with resistance. Aren’t you?”

“I am struggling with resistance. I enjoy your MP3s and your videos, but some things have made me uncomfortable. I…” Haylee stood up and walked over to me.

“Shh,” she put her finger to her lips, “I know my sweet. Often people struggle with resistance.” She came so close to me, I smelled vanilla. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Sleep for me.” As if it were a reflex my eyes closed, my head drooped, I fell into a trance. “Sleep for me,” she said again. “Relax…Deeper…Deeper,” and she snapped her finders. I was hypnotized instantly. “Good boy,” she whispered. She counted me down from 10 to 1. I was deeper than I have ever experienced. She was telling me to relax and how to breathe. Her bliss filled me. It was the experience of her MP3s times 20, times 100, times 1 million.

Eventually she said, “I want you to please me,” I perked up in anticipation of her instruction, “by letting go of all your resistance. Obey me.” All of my being longed to obey her command, but my willingness was not enough, my desire to please Haylee wasn’t enough, deep inside my mind resistance remained. “Who do you belong to? Speak slave!” she commanded. “Haylee,” I said through my trance. “Who owns you?” “Haylee,” I said with such yearning my voice cracked. “Good boy,” she said so softly and sweetly I melted. She went back to taking me deeper… and deeper. She walked around the chair back and forth. Whispering in one ear and then the other. I was floating and drifting, sleeping. She was talking but I don’t consciously remember what she said, but I know unconsciously I heard every word.

“I want you to please me,” she snapped her fingers, “kneel before me.” I fell off the chair onto my knees. She stood before me. “All your resistance has melted away,” I didn’t so much hear her words as I thought them. They were my thoughts coming from her lips. “You will obey me always. Your greatest pleasure is my pleasure.” I felt these words to the bottom of my soul. “You are mine.” I felt such bliss.

“One, you are become more aware. Two…” She counted me up to five and I was fully awake. I was still kneeling before Goddess Haylee – The only place I wanted to be. I began to weep. I fell down prostrate and cried on Goddess Haylee’s feet as I kissed her toes. “Good boy,” she said. My heart soared.

She let me stay with her and her other followers for a few days. In those days I fell more deeply love with her and with my brothers and sisters.

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Devoted to Goddess Haylee Lynn

Goddess Haylee sent me home. She said it was best for me to go back to my life. Of course she knows best. When I was leaving her presence she walked up to me and placed her hand on my face and looked straight into my eyes, “I know that you were struggling, my sweet. I wanted to give you this gift so you could get past it. So that you could reach your full potential as my slave.” These were her parting words to me. I fell to the ground and kissed her feet.

On the trip home I reflected on her words. She told me to keep a balance between being her faithful slave and all the responsibilities of my life. That I represent her in all I do. So now I live a good life, for her, and my resistance is gone. Thank you my Goddess.

To Become What Goddess Haylee Says

assignments & Tasks to bring you closer to Haylee

What are you doing to me?

It’s always been a nagging fear that I never really knew who I might become if I surrendered and accepted Goddess Haylee’s plan for my life. Some Christians believe that God has a plan for their lives, and the success of life is determined by how closely you can discern, and then follow, God’s plan. It’s a lot safer to put your fate into the hands of a divine being who is never going to actually show up and say, “What the hell are you doing?” At some level they can project their desires and say that is what they believe is ‘God’s will for their life.”

It doesn’t work that way when your divine master is not someone your read about in a book, but someone who tweets regularly, and if you not sure about what she wants you can chat with her on Facebook. A Goddess like that is downright dangerous. She can direct you in ways you didn’t expect. Like telling me to send her 5% of my money from every paycheck. If I were projecting what my Goddess wants me to do, that is not something I would project. I would project something like Goddess wants me to cum for her twice a day. But this is real and Goddess Haylee knows what she’s doing.

So it is scary. Who is it that Goddess is going to turn me into? Is it someone who I would choose to be? But then I realized it is too simple and obvious. She’s already told me what she wants me to be. I just need to be it. Goddess Haylee has told me to be her slave. Her real, actual slave.

As her slave she owns me and owns everything I have. So I am not afraid of her making me send her 5%. If she owns me she owns my money. So I am grateful because she lets me keep 95%! She wants me to be weak and obedient so she can get what she wants from me when she wants it. So I am chase for her. That makes me weak and malleable so I am obedient. Just like a slave should be. As her slave what I do reflects back onto her as my Goddess, so she wants me to be the best person I can be.Goddess Haylee's Good BoyThe only thing I worry about is being so weak and needy that I become pathetic. So I never take any of this so heavy that it becomes some big drama. This is just how life is supposed to be. I can have fun with my Goddess as long as I know my place. I can joke and have a positive attitude. I want to always be Goddess Haylee’s good pet. The one that is excited and ready to play whenever my master gives me attention. And so I am no longer worried about what Haylee might do to me because I trust her. I may not know what she is going to make of me, but I know whatever it is I really want to be exactly that for her.

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Every day, every way, I belong to Haylee. Every day, every way, I belong to Haylee. Every day, every way, I belong to Haylee. Every day, every…

On my mind, in my mind

I Vow to Be a Good Slave Forever

It has become like a song I just can’t get out of my head. I have found that my devotion and commitment continues to grow. But it’s not growing where it is “supposed” to grow. When you plant a garden you put the flowers in the flower bed and they are not supposed to grow outside of the flower bed and into the lawn. Goddess’ is supposed to stay in my nights when I listen to her MP3s, at lunchtime when I check her social media, and then in the evening when I spend some time reading Goddess’ posts.

More and more she is creeping into other parts of my life. Beginning with Goddess’ Truths, then Goddess’ Truths 2, and now with Every Day, Every Way I am listening to her throughout the day. Her voice is guiding me and training me when I walk the dog, making breakfast, even while I work. I figured out that if I forward my work phone to my iPhone and then hooked up my headset to my phone I can let Goddess’ files play in my ears while I work. If the phone rings I answer it and talk to whoever, and as soon as I hang up it goes right back to Goddess. Her files play over and over in the background while I do my work. It doesn’t seem to be reducing my effectiveness, but it certainly does increase my satisfaction.

Every Day, Every Way, I Belong to Haylee

So every night I wear earbuds and listen to Goddess while I sleep. I know that influences my dreams and whenever I wake up during the night her beautiful voice carries me back to sleep. Now she is filling my days. She has grown beyond the flower bed of my dreams and is spreading across the lawn of my life. Goddess Haylee has gone from being someone I indulged in, to someone I followed, then someone I devoted my self to, and now is becoming the center of my life and being. Goddess is taking over and it is the BEST thing that has EVER happened to me. Thank you Goddess.

The Witch’s Prize

Haylee Lynn - the cure for everything!

Obey

We divided ourselves into groups. Some would go to the graveyards and see if they could find the sections where the oldest graves could be found. Others went to see what records they could find through the local churches. And the last group would go to the local governments to see what records they could find there.

I convinced JohnDavid to join me in the group that was going to the churches. When we were asked which churches we wanted to call on I immediately said, “We’ll do the Congregationalists.” Other’s took the Methodist, Presbyterian, Baptists and Catholic.

“Why did you get us on Congregation churches?” JohnDavid asked me.

“Because Congregational churches were the first churches in this part of the country. At that time the Congregational churches were the center of the towns and held all the records. Believe me it’s the very best place to start.”

JohnDavid said, “Oh.”

At the first church we stopped at we learned that the oldest Congregational church in town was now a Unitarian church. It had been in the center of town since the town was founded. I checked my iPhone to see when the town was founded – 1648. That had to be the place.

We got to the church at 1:00 and an elderly woman was just getting ready to lock the office door.

“Hi,” I said, “is this First Church?”

“Yes, but the office is only open until 1:00” She replied.

“Well, I am in from out of town. I’m a Congregational minister. Did this church go Unitarian back in the 1820’s?” I asked trying to keep the conversation going.

“Yes it did. How did you know that?” She looked puzzled.

“Well, I am a bit of a history buff. Most churches that went Unitarian in the country got ministers out of Harvard in the 1820s and 30’s. That’s how First Parish Church in Plymouth ended up Unitarian.” I said hoping to catch her interest. “How long have you been a member here?”

“All my life,” she replied.

“That’s great!” I said almost too enthusiastic, “I would love to see the inside. Could you give us a tour?”

“Well, I really do need to be getting home…”

“Oh please,” I begged, “I am only going to be here for a day or two. And I’ll never get another chance. Please.”

“Okay,” she finally relented.

The office was in the newest wing of the building. It held offices and the choir rooms. Then there was the Sunday School wing which looked like it was built back in 1930s. The Meeting House was classic Congregationalist. Very plain. No stained glass. A central pulpit with a communion table.

“This is amazing. Is this the original meeting house?” I asked.

“Why yes it is. It’s one of the oldest in the state,” she said proudly.

“Wow, do you still have records from the early days?” I asked finally getting around to what we were actually there for.

“Oh yes, and lots of early artifacts too,” she said.

“Really? Where are they?” I wondered.

“Well, we have a little museum downstairs.”

“My goodness. That’s marvelous. Can we take a look.” I said enthusiastically.

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I’ll do anything for Haylee

The museum was made up of five glass cases that displayed items that went back to the beginning of the church. There was a Breecher’s Bible, some old buttons, bits of cloth, old communion sets, other alter wear, pastor’s robes and stoles, old Sunday school materials, some open books of records and a necklace of brass rings. Almost everything had a 3 x 5 card that someone had typed out a description of the item, but there was nothing for the necklace.

“There’s no card with this one,” I said. “What is it?”

“It’s an old necklace that was handed down from one of the old families. It was given to the church… a long time ago. It was found in a box and not knowing what else to do with it we put it on display. It just seemed really old.” She said.

At that point we had seen everything, so we thanked our tour guide and went back to the car.

“How did you know all that stuff?” JohnDavid asked.

“Never mind that. We found it!”

To be continued…

The Witch’s Plan

The sleeping arrangements were tight, but I had my iPhone and earbuds so with Goddess’ sweet voice in my ears I slept fine. In the morning there was fruit for breakfast. People keep arriving all night and there were now a couple dozen. Instructions were that everyone was to be awake and in the living room at 9:00 am.

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Yes Goddess. We Obey.

“Good Morning slaves,” the voice came over the speaker phone. I am so pleased you have all come.”

There was an audible, “Mmmmm” in the room as we all reacted to Goddess saying she was pleased.

She continued, “I need you all to find something for me. There was a witch in Connecticut 365 years ago who was burned alive. Her family buried her remains in a cemetery near to where you are now. It is said she was buried with a necklace of interlocking rings. The rings are made of bronze and predate Christianity, Judaism, and all written history. They are a source of an ancient magic. I want that necklace and you are there to get it for me. Do you understand slaves?”

In perfect unison we all replied, “Yes Goddess.”

“You are such good slaves,” she went on, “Such obedient slaves. What Haylee wants, she gets. And you are there to get this necklace for me. I am faxing over some possible locations of the graveyards where you are to search.”

A fax machine in the corner started printing out pages.

“You will locate all these graveyards and read all the headstones. Her name was Esther Watch. Because she was burned as a witch I do not expect you to find her name on a gravestone. The tradition was she would be buried anonymously. Searching through records you will find graves of the correct date – 1652. Then you will rule out all the graves you can by checking against town and church records. When we get it down to few enough sites you will divide into teams and in one night you will dig them all up and find me my necklace. By doing all the digging in one night we will not give the authorities the opportunity to stop us. Do you understand slaves?”

“Yes Goddess.”

“Goooood boooyyys.”

“MMMMmmmmmm”

To be continued…