It’s Payday!! Thank You Goddess!

Punished by Mistress Haylee

Goddess Haylee IS the one true Goddess

It’s payday!! My favorite days of the month because I send Goddess her 5% payday tribute. I resisted this so much, but Goddess was absolutely right – just like always – I need to do this. Every payday it is thrilling to send off my 5% plus (I always try to send more if at all possible) because it makes all of this real. I can say, “Haylee is the one true Goddess,” but if I don’t put my money where my mouth is then how can I really show I truly believe. Well, Haylee IS the one true Goddess and I prove I believe that twice a month when I send her $.

A couple things I do that make it even more special for me is that I don’t go to the bank and take it all out at once because I don’t want a line item on my statement after every pay. So I accumulate the money over a few days by using my debit card and getting back an extra $20 or $40 at several stores. Or I’ll get $100 out at the ATM and put $20 in the drawer for Goddess. This makes my tribute extremely intentional. It brings Goddess into my everyday life like nothing else.

Then, I send her tribute in cash. I do this to avoid a line item on my credit card or bank statement. But I have found that sending cash again makes this VERY real. I wrap the money in in paper to make it harder for anyone to tell there is money in the envelope. So I began writing a note on that paper and it means a lot to me to send Goddess a hand written note twice each month. I address the envelope and put on a stamp and put in in the mailbox. Then I know that Goddess is going to open that envelope and going to get the very same bills I worked to put together, and She is going to read my note. This connects me to Goddess like nothing else. I love sending my payday tribute.

Thank You Goddess for this gift.

The Witch’s Will

I Must Obey

I Must Obey

The drive was hours and so I had plenty of time to think. I drove for over an hour. I put on the radio in an attempt to drowned out my thoughts. But the debate raged within my mind. “What am I doing?”

“You are obeying Goddess.”

“It’s not supposed to be like this.”

“How the hell do you know ‘how it’s supposed to be’?”

“I should just go home now.”

“No. I need to obey my Goddess.”

“I don’t have to do this.”

“Obey Goddess.”

“What am I doing?”

My own mind was against me and I had no control. With all my doubts I knew I could only do that which Goddess had commanded. But my very soul was now in collaboration with my Goddess and I was lost. I could question, but I had no choice be to obey.

Then I heard Goddess’ voice from within my mind. She spoke clearly inside my head. “You will obey me, slave!”

“Yes Mistress. I obey,” I said out loud to no one. And I realized that Goddess was inside me. She truly owns me. I recited my mantra, “I am lost. Only Haylee matters. Goddess Haylee is my everything. Goddess Haylee is my all.” I repeated it over and over as I drove on into the night.

Come to Me Slave

Come to Me Slave

With no further doubts, I pulled up to the address about three and a half hours later. There were cars parked all around. Obviously I was not the only one Goddess had instructed to come. I got excited. Would Goddess be here? Would I meet her?

I parked my car and walked to the house. I would have knocked, but the door was open and I could see lots of guys hanging out inside. So I just open the door and walked in.

“Welcome brother,” one of them said as I stepped in. And what is your slave name?

“John… I’m sorry, Slavejohn.”

It made me happy that my name was met with nods of approval, and guys saying, “Welcome.”

One of the guys walked across the room and gave me a hung. “Hi, John. I’m JohnDavid.”

“JohnDavid!” I repeated back with a smile as my arms wrapped around him and I hugged him back.

“I’m collecting the money. Did you bring the $2,000 that Goddess instructed?”

“Actually, it was $2,200. I have it right here,” I pulled out the wad of cash.

JohnDavid replied, “You keep the $200 for expenses, but the $2,000 is to pay for this place and our mission.”

“Our mission?” I puzzled out loud.

He explained, “We don’t know either, but as soon as everyone arrives we’ll find out.”

The door opened behind me and I turned to find a beautiful, blond haired women. The guy who asked who I was said, “Welcome, and who are you?”

“Lexie,” she said. And JohnDavid and I together exclaimed, “Lexie!” and hugged her.

To be continued…

How I learned to Let Go of Resistance and Obey Goddess Haylee

How I learned to Let Go of Resistance and Obey Goddess Haylee

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.

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.

I had read of this happening to another follower of Haylee, his name was Terry, I think, but I just thought it was a fantasy. Now it was happening to me. Terry’s story I found off-putting. It sounded like a cult. I had resistance to being part of a cult. But Haylee was inviting me. Although I had my reservations I found I still wanted to go. My curiosity overcame my resistance. “I’ll see for myself,” I thought. 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. Her name was Aimee and she said she would take me to see Haylee. “I’ve seen you on Facebook,” I said. “I know. Thanks for liking my stuff!” She said as she guided me down a hallway. “Well thank you for sharing.” “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 fully 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.” My eyes closed and 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 that quickly. “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. She brought me to full body arousal. Her bliss filled me. It was the experience of her MP3s times 20.

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.” “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 of the front of 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 and refreshed. I was 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.

I realized that I was not joining a cult, I was worshiping a Goddess. MY Goddess. 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.

Goddess Haylee sent me home. She said it was best for me to go back to my life. Of course she knows best. “I know 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,” 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.

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Penny’s Continuing Story

Penny’s Continuing Story

Please read this story first

This blog uses many of the words and phrases from this wonderful video of Haylee Lynn.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ppI8C6Pe4q4

So it is now 10 years since I left school. I would have loved to stay on and got some decent qualifications, but I needed the money and had to get a job. I had to look after my mother too, whose health was not good. Eventually she died. I was just coming back from the funeral, staring at the ground as I walked. Suddenly I heard a familiar voice.

“Penny is it really you?” I looked up. There was a familiar face, and another lady in black.

Haylee? Or my goodness! How lovely to see you after all these years!”

“How are you Penny? – it is good to see you too!”

“Not great actually – I have just come from my mum’s funeral. Have you been to a funeral too?”

She smiled.

“No silly, I often dress in black! look would you like to go for a coffee?”

“Yes that would be great!”

“Great! There is a Star Bucks just around a corner!”

“Oh, um”

She perhaps sensed that I hadn’t much money.

“Or better still, why not come round to my place, it is only just down the road?”

So I soon found myself sharing a coffee. She took a real interest in me and soon I was pouring out my rather sad and depressing life story. She listened sympathetically.

Penny

Haylee just listened to me telling her my rather sad and depressing life story

Then she asked me if I had any questions for her.

Of course my first question was “And what do you do for a living now?”

“I am a hypnotist Penny.”

“Really how fascinating! Could you hypnotize me?”

“Of course Penny! Sure! I simply love hypnotizing people. It is my hobby, my passion. I am just so lucky that my work is also my hobby. I am also so lucky that Mother Nature gave me some assets which help me with my hypnosis. For instance most people love my eyes, so when I say ‘look deep into my eyes,’ most people are only too happy to look deep into my eyes. Most people love my voice, they find it soft and gentle and soothing. So when I say ‘listen closely to my voice, listen to my voice and nothing else’ most people are only too happy to listen to my voice and give it their full attention. I am so lucky, because once I have them looking deep into  my eyes and listening carefully to my voice, I am half way there to taking them deeply under.”

Every time she said the word deep or deeply, for some reason I noticed she emphasised it, but who cares, I was enjoying looking into those eyes and listening to her voice. She continued with that wonderful voice of hers.

“You see Penny hypnosis is just a matter following instructions. Once I have people following instructions like ‘look deep into my eyes’ and ‘listen to the sound of my voice’ it is easy to get them to follow other instructions. So when I ask them to breathe deeply like this, hold it, and then breathe out again, they normally obey. Breathe deeply, hold it and then breathe out again.”

She repeated, demonstrating what she meant. I found myself copying her.

“That is great, I can see you understand what I mean. This is going so great, I think we are going to get on so well again, just like we did at school. Now where was I? Oh yes Penny. First I get my subjects to look deep into my eyes. Then I get them to listen to my voice. Then I get them breathing like you are doing now. Keep breathing like that please, and then you will understand what I mean. Now, the next thing I do is to get them to relax. I tell them how when they breathe out they are breathing out all the tension and stresses of their lives, and how when they breathe in they are breathing in sleepiness and peacefulness. Soon they are relaxing well for me. As they gaze deep into my eyes.”

She suddenly stopped and corrected herself.

“As you gaze deep into my eyes Penny.”

I hardly noticed that she had stopped talking about this imaginary subject and had started directing her comment straight at me.

“You will find your eyes start to blink more Penny. That is natural. That is a sign that you are going into trance. You are starting to fall into hypnosis. You can allow everything else so slowly fade away around you. Right now, let everything else fade away around you. As you look deep into my eyes.”

“You are starting to feel that wonderful feeling as you start to fall. Still lookingdeep into my eyes. Still listening to the sound of my voice. Still breathing deeply. Let yourself relax more and more. You love this feeling. Go down deeper for me. Drop all the way down. That’s right. You are doing so well. I can see your eyes struggling to keep open, but you will not close them until I say the word. keeping looking deep into my eyes. The better you feel the deeper you go. The deeper you go the better you feel. So you spiral downwards, deeper and deeper, more and more relaxed, more and more comfortable. Now sleep!”

She clicked her fingers and my eyes closed.

“Good. Sleep well my pretty one. You are so relaxed, and I like it when you relax for me.”

She then deepened the trance by stroking me. She stroked my hair and the sides of my face, telling me how much I enjoy the touch of her hand and how much it relaxes me. She keeps repeating things so that they really sink in. She gets me to concentrate on each part of my body in turn, telling me how relaxed and sleepy it is.”

“You are so deeply hypnotized. You are such a good subject. Whenever I – and only I – say the words “Sleep for me” You will automatically fall back into trance Penny.”

She then woke me up. I felt great. I offered to pay for the trance, but she refused. Instead I offered to do some ironing I saw lying around. She accepted. I returned the next day and she hypnotized me again, and I did some more chores for her. Gradually over time, I got into the habit of doing more and more things for her. She taught me about her two other incarnations, Healthy for Haylee and Vox Siren. I started doing things for these incarnations too. I started exercising regularly. With my mother dead, Haylee gave new meaning to my life, new direction.

She smiled at me.

Penny.

She smiled at me.

“You have become my slave Penny. Or perhaps, as you serve Healthy for Haylee and Vox Siren too, I should say, you have become our slave.”

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Bound and Sired to Her now

Bound and Sired to Her now

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Bound and Sired to Her now

Bound and Sired to Her now, by Her Slave Now

So yesterday I fell quite a bit past the point of no return. I am Her slave now and I implore all hopeful submissives to go here  http://hypnotichaylee.com/ and learn all there is to know about my incomparable Goddess Haylee so they can feel the extraordinary bliss of becoming Her devoted slave.

After writing to Her this morning I begged for Her permission to write to Her daily devotionals…………….as to serve such a Divine Goddess should include daily acts in honor of Her to my way of thinking. Goddess Haylee blessed me with Her permission and commanded me to post my daily devotions here   http://inhayleewetrust.com/ instead of Her e mail address and so I will do so beginning tomorrow.

And now I can think of nothing other than how I can serve Her, how I can please Her. So I went to Her store and purchased the MP3 Bound and Sired here http://hypnotichayleestore.com/ as I knew in my heart it would please Her………I listened and now I can only obey Her.

I am Goddess Haylee’s property now. I work for Her and I dream of Her constantly. All of my life I have dreamt of Her but that story is for another blog. Each day I will put something I have aside for Her………….be it time, or money, or just even my thoughts……….which She seems to entirely own already. It feels as if I was simply born to find and then to serve Goddess Haylee…………

Bound and Sired to Her now

By Your Claude

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