Who You Gonna Call?

Who You Gonna Call?

Who You Gonna Call?

Who You Gonna Call?

Empress Vox Siren has always scared me. Used to think that Vox was a kind of game Goddess Haylee played, like ’50 Shades of Gray.’ As long as you had a safe word you’d be fine. But I check out her site when I first came to Haylee, and realized it was no game. Vox is Haylee’s dark side. Is it because Haylee’s light side is so wonderful that her dark side is so… evil?

But like a moth to a flame I have always been attracted to Empress Vox Siren. After checking in with everyone on Facebook and IHWT I would sneak over to www.EmpressVoxSiren.com to see what it was all about. But I would always be shocked by what I found and would come running back to www.HypnoticHaylee.com.

Who you Gonna Call?

Who you Gonna Call?

I had finally run out of Goddess’ MP3s to buy. So I had picked up ‘Submisself Training 101’ and ‘Brain Drain.’ They became guilty pleasures, but I told myself I wouldn’t go further. She scared me too much.

So how did it come to pass that I found myself in the middle of the night, on my knees, at Empress Vox Siren’s mercy. An odd expression, “At Empress Vox Siren’s mercy,” does she have any?

I was fucked and I knew it. But even now part of me was excited. Maybe tonight my was the night Empress Vox Siren would take me, control me, abuse me, and make me her pleasure puppet.

“So Johnny boy, why are you here?” She asked.

“I was looking for Goddess Haylee and ended up here.” I said. But as I said the words I realized I was lying.

She laughed, “No, no, no. This is my world. You can’t come here to me looking for her. It doesn’t work that way my little bitch. If you came here now, you were looking for me. Weren’t you?” She could see I was confused. “Just tell me. You know you can’t lie to me.”

“Empress, I confess there is a part of me that has longed to be yours. I long for your direction. I like how you give commands and how I must always obey.”

“Okay, slave, you think you are ready for Empress Vox Siren. Tell me what it is that you want?” She asked impatiently.

“I, I don’t know what you mean? I want you to do what you do – to me. I guess.”

She shook her head while talking to herself, “Why do they always waste my time!” Then to me she said, “I can’t help you explore your fantasies unless you know what your fantasies are. You really don’t ‘get’ me do you?”

“I guess I really don’t,” I said self-reflectively.

“Do you even have a clue what I am talking about?”

I was so shaken, “I guess. If I had a fantasy to be cockolded you could do that to me.”

“Okay,” she said sarcastically, “do you have a fantasy to be cockolded?”

“Maybe?”

“Exactly!” She was exasperated, “You don’t have a clue what you actually want.”

“Come here,” she commanded.

I started to get up.

“No. crawl.”

So I crawled over to her next to the fire.

“Now my little bitch, stick your hand into the fire. Do it!”

I was shocked, I was scared, I was thrilled, and I obey. I began to put my hand into the fire…

“STOP!” She yelled so loud that it echoed through the dark forest. “Exactly what I thought. You don’t have any hard limits. Shit, you don’t have any limits at all!”

“Empress, I don’t understand?”

She looked at me in mercy, “You’re not allowed in the deep end of the pool unless you know how to swim. You do not come back to me until you know exactly what you want. I do not mean what game you want to play. I mean what fantasy haunts your soul so deeply that you need my help to explore.”

I bowed my head in shame.

“It’s okay. But do not dare come back to me until you can tell me exactly what are your hard limits. What is the line that defines who you are that you will not cross, because I guarantee you I will push up right up to it. If you can’t tell me what that is it would be like you foolishly putting your hand into that fire. And damage like that doesn’t heal. So you had better know your hard limits.”

I had tears running down my face. I was so ashamed of myself. I felt so guilty of what I had thought about Empress. I knew nothing about her. I was so ashamed.

She knelt down and took my chin in her hand. Lifting up my face she looked me in the eye. “I know.” She wiped away my tears. “Someday you may be ready, but today is not that day.” She kissed me on the forehead. “Now go home.”

I woke up in my bed.

Many thanks for reading “Who You Gonna Call?”

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slavejohn

Wish I could say I was smart enough to have chosen Goddess Haylee, but I just stumbled across her online. She ensnared me by her words and claimed me as her own. What Haylee wants - Haylee gets. Just live now to be worthy of her gift of bliss. All for Haylee.

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Who You Gonna Call? — 6 Comments

    • Thanks! I appreciate it so much. This was my way to process my temptation to run away to Vox Siren. My conclusion was the same as the story. I am just not ready. I hope I will continue it someday, but not for a while.

  1. I have been Empresses slave for going on two years, and not only has she em listed my deepest darkness fantasies, she is transforming me into her bimbo bot!

    • Thanks for your comment Lexie. I really appreciate hearing from one of Empress’s slaves. Sounds so exciting. Please keep in touch.

    • Nice to hear from you Lexie! I’ve read your post on Empress’s website – hope you will update us again sometime!

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