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.

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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10 thoughts on “How I learned to Let Go of Resistance and Obey Goddess Haylee

  1. Great blog John, It feels so good to just let go of all resistance, and let Goddess Haylees words naturally flow. True bliss Is always right In front of us, all we have to do Is accept It.

  2. Great story! I love the parts with Goddess Haylee, and her saying things like “Hello my sweet” just like she does on her MP3s etc

    • I tried to have Haylee say things from her MP3s. I thought it would give the story more a more realistic feel inside of the fantasy. Thanks for noticing.

  3. Thank you John for the very enjoyable tribute to our Goddess!!! It was beautiful and engaging. 🙂

    • It is a struggle I really feel. I just decided to use this fantasy as a way to express it and explore it. Thanks for your words of encouragement.

  4. Ohhh, what a wonderful and pleasing contribution~ I love seeing the creativity flow, so that it becomes engaging and pleasing to read from start to finish. Good boy. You will never resist me, you ARE mine.

  5. I am so deeply pleased that you liked it. (I even got a “Good boy” – my heart soars!) I chose to express this as a fantasy, but this is a real struggle for me. Terry’s story and your reply made me step back. My resistance went way up. Then I listened to your MP3 “Mind Melt.” I fought the induction at first, but then I let go and your words took me to a deep quite place. There I realized that I wanted to be yours more than I wanted to be right. That I could not take you on my terms, I could only come to you on yours. I have to accept you for the perfect Goddess you are not the Goddess I would make you out to be. Unlike the story my resistance is not all gone, but with each passing day it fads a little more. Please be patient with me. I want to submit to you fully. I love you my Goddess. Thank you.

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