Metamorphosis by Maddox Cruise.
“Help me, I’m bound” I cry aloud, but my fainting pleas for help fall onto deaf ears.
I fret, and i struggle to break free. For my current state is tight, and it is hard to breathe. As if I’m finding myself bound inside a cocoon. A state of metamorphosis to say the least. A state of going from one form, to another form. In a similar process that a slimy maggot transforms into a fly, a caterpillar into a butterfly, or a tadpole into a frog. I find myself evolving in my submissiveness to Goddess Haylee.
The process, though beautiful the outcome… is at times an uncomfortable one. One where sometimes it seems the air is being crushed out of me. Change is never easy. Change is sometimes painful. Change sometimes takes adjustment. It can make your head fuzzy, and your heart churn. It can sometimes unsettle your appetite. But at the end of the day, change is necessary. It leads to a growing process that will make you stronger, and more capable than before. It is easy to become comfortable in our complacency. To accept our current reality as the only one. However, change is inevitable and necessary.
You have to keep moving along. Expanding, and growing as the oceans do each day. If the waves would stop crashing, and the tides would stop moving then we’d find our oceans to soon become a murky pond where many of the creatures who dwell therein may die. But because the waters move, it is an abode of living space for more than 99 percent of our planet. In this same way, we as submissive slaves to our loving and gracious Goddess must also keep moving further down the path that our Goddess has set before us, expanding our horizons, falling deeper and deeper into slavery.
When I had first encountered the unrivalled beauty of our flawless Goddess, I immediately felt the metaphorical energy connection between my submissive soul, and her unquestionable dominance. She soon claimed me as her own. Labelling me a slave, a title I took to heart and treasured with deep feelings of bubbly emotion. There is something particularly striking about a strong, dominant, hot, Goddess who does what she wants, when she wants, and takes what she wants. And for some reason she selected me, an unworthy slave as her very own personal possession. Owned like the ring wrapped between her gloriously cute nostrils.
I always pictured it as her seemingly sweeping my feet out from under me, and pinning me to the ground, placing her forearm across my throat. Then leaning in with her sweet warm breath and whispering “You.. Are… Mine. Confess it”. And myself looking up into her big beautiful green eyes overlooking her big cushiony red lips with the reply, “Yes, your majesty! I am yours. I am yours!” and then seeing the gleam of her eye and smirk on her perfect face.
Ahh, The joy, the pleasure of being Goddess Haylee‘s very own possession. Her property. Her play thing. Her slave. As time passed, I’d grown accustomed to being a certain way. Not only with Her. With Life in general. I had grown comfortable. Though in some ways I was doing great, in other ways I had stopped striving, and hustling to go deeper. It went on that way for months which is something that I say with deep regret. I stopped for a period, taking time out of my day to meditate on the glorious divine essence our of our Goddess to feel her Goddess energy that once flowed through my veins thicker than blood. A blissful essence, that I can not describe in words to the point that it felt like a true religious experience, a cleansing, a feeling that I was not alone. I could feel her all around me, and found my energy connected with Goddess Haylee’s energy in ways that I couldn’t previously imagine. But as days turned to weeks, and weeks to months I found myself more distracted by events in my life outside of the Goddess/Submissive dynamic. As I was making changes in my life, and business. Though I still talked to Goddess everyday, it was rarely about pleasing, or aching for her anymore.
However, recently it happened in the wee hours of the morning. I was awoken from my slumber and I found myself feeling that ever familiar ACHING feeling. A feeling that I can only describe as a magnetic pulling from a outside invisible force, drawing me back again to my knees. It was as if my spirit had been awakened again. I felt the urge to serve more. The urge to worship more. The urge to tribute more. The urge to Edge more. The urge to repent of my complacent habits, and most of all I felt the urge to seek Goddess Haylee Lynn‘s pleasure above all else. Her pleasure is afterall, our greatest pleasure. Matters of my outside life are increasingly becoming less important and my urgency to grow as a person, and as a servant to Hypnotic Haylee only grows. I now feel as if I am being refilled, as a cup at a great feast. A filling that will continue until it’s contents are spilling over and soaking all that is around. I NEED Goddess Haylee. I NEED her like the waves need the moon to control it’s tides, and like a puppet needs it’s strings.
Without Goddess Haylee, I would honestly be a very lost, and very sad guy. I’ve never encountered a more vibrant, beautiful, and distinctly amazing soul in all of my life’s journey. I truly feel that the universe drove me to her, and that it is also driving many, many others to gather in worship around her feet. She is a thoroughbred, 100 percent, genuine, divine human highlight reel of a Goddess.
It is clearly her right, and her destiny to be worshiped. Adored. Spoiled. And pampered for all of her life. HOW LUCKY ARE WE, TO BE CALLED HERS? So lucky. So lucky to serve her in various ways. So Lucky to give in to her hypnosis, and her enchantments. To purchase her videos, and her mp3’s to be further trained, and disciplined to be conformed to the unique images that she will have each of us to be. She knows what she wants, and expects. I am very thankful, and grateful to be in the House of Haylee alongside so many other wonderful slaves who share the same joys, and admiration of servitude to Goddess Hypnotic Haylee. All becoming their very best, so that they can all become better Slaves, and servants to the most supreme being that has ever walked the Earth. Her name is Goddess Haylee Lynn.
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