I know what it’s like to sometimes admit I’m bittersweetly human when it’s easier, for me, to be – cause I like the word ‘be’ - a Goddess and a Queen. I’m often reminded I’m human when I think about erotic hypnosis because there’s something very earthy and tangible about being hypnotized. It requires listening and holding still for a moment. Maybe a lot of moments: even as much as 33.4 minutes. I can barely even hold still long enough to get a slave to massage my shoulders even though I know the pleasure will make me cum if I just let him or her do it. There’s something about holding still and listening to a single voice that somehow reminds me of doing nothing, as though doing nothing could somehow be cruel and unusual punishment. When it comes to masturbating though, I definitely want to be still and quiet. I just have to agree to it first. Note to self: give into the beauty of following the instructions of hypnosis instead of questioning the language patterns.

Even meditation sometimes dangles me to sleep, which technically - it’s not about sleep - but I think it’s ok because I trust the benefits of it. Although, I admit, sometimes I prevent myself from drifting off because I feel I might miss something important. It’s always been somewhat of a challenge for me to think of a new and inventive way to surrender to things of the earth when I’m generally unsure what to expect. If someone is going to take the time to search for a credit card for an erotic hypnosis recording because they’re horny, it may as well be useful and get the job done. One of the reasons I write descriptions on all my recordings, even though I know the benefits of keeping the contents secret, is because I like people to know what fantasy they could be missing. I think Lord of the Rings was successful because we got a glimpse of ‘wow’ through the previews.

I’ve temporarily decided to release solid beliefs, but if I were to believe in something permanent: I think if everyone on the earth were hypnotized by someone with erotic intentions and relaxed into self-meditation, we’d all be much happier on a sexual level. If all of our kinky little horny needs are met, I think our lives will be – still like the word ‘be’ - more prosperous.

It’s exceptionally difficult for me to say that life is not always about sex, because everything reminds me of the best possible orgasm. Even glancing at a thousand-year-old oak tree reminds me of transcendent sex because, nine out of ten times, I allow myself the pleasure of having sex with the sky by becoming the molecules inside the tree bark. Sometimes, when I think about the raw of masturbation, I want to be hypnotized to have sexual conversations with foliage as if I were a wizard botanist. I can’t even imagine what a tree would say to me and that’s what turns me on. Even if the trunk said something bad, I could still disregard anything I want it too because we all have the capability of self-healing and self-preserving our life intentions. In a perfect world, I would hypnotize myself and always say the things worth obeying. It’s all a matter of how willing I am to assume the voice I hear is perfect (and what I mean by perfect is that he/she shares the same intentions I do) and trustworthy.

Maybe that’s why the idea of being hypnotized intrigues the inner pink of my pussy so much. I never know what’ll be said next. It’s super important to be hypnotized by someone we trust, otherwise we’ll disallow ourselves from actually listening to the instructions, which prevents the hypnosis. There have been many times I’ve prevented myself from having the best erotic hypnosis experience of my life simply because I keep questioning the voice I hear.

It’s easy, as humans, to question not only ourselves, but other people telling us what to do. I get that. I get it so much that I’m devoting my entire life to making erotic hypnosis recordings that I can get off to and enjoy transcendent masturbation. What’s the point of hypnotizing others if I’m not willing to listen to the same thing I’ve created for my listeners? When I allow myself the thrill of letting go and surrendering to hypnosis, it feels like I’m speeding on a roller coaster ride where someone else is controlling the gauges. In this case, I have to learn to surrender to myself. Yeah, some of my stuff could be better. My next recordings always are. It’s actually kind of funny to me that even though I put my heart, soul, blood, sweat, and tears into writing my erotic hypnosis scripts – I always seem to analyze it when I’m ready to actually be hypnotized.

I have since learned that putting the analyzation process on hold so that I can justifably admit that everyone has flaws (even hypnotists we trust and especially people who claim to be Gods or Goddesses) – entices the surrender to flow out more fluidly. Hypnotizing people is one of my favorite things to do. It’s therapeutic for me because I get the opportunity to tweak my language patterns in ways that will help pull the surrender out, even in the face of strong resistance. I admit, some people are stronger than me, and the beautiful thing is, I welcome a challenge. Even the toughest mind can be cracked open, ever so delicately, so when it finally surrenders… it allows a cataclysmic orgasm of violent, unfiltered ecstasy to rip through the wrapping paper of our skin like a volcano that had been trapped inside a Christmas box. Violence might be a bad thing when it comes to war, but when our pussies and cocks want to violently release extra fluid through our tiny little pee holes, we may as well let it. I’ve found it’s worth it. The kink of erotic hypnosis gets me there. With that being said, my intention is to give anyone that obeys my perfections and disregards my flaws - what I hope people will feel are the best orgasms of their lives.

Love
Isabella
xoxoxoo