My face was made for you to cum on

Goddess Haylee, you can cum on my face if it gets you off.
My face was made for you to cum on.
Use me for satisfying yourself.
If your pleasure didn't exist, I wouldn't exist.

Mistress Haylee, my mind is ready to be FUCKED by you

Mistress Haylee, my mind is ready to be FUCKED by you if it gives you pleasure. . . .
Mistress Haylee, my mind is ready to be FUCKED by you. . . .
Mistress Haylee, my mind is ready to be FUCKED by you. . . .

Being good means listening "over and over again"

Went to bed, sensing an invisible collar around my neck
with a metal plaque saying "Haylee's" on it.
Up again, an hour later!. . .
A middle-of-the-night, quickie session (in the dark) of listening
to her mp3 once more: for I'm
always wishing to please through obedience,
and being good means listening "over and over again."

I'm a bucket

I am not worthy to be the casserole of such power as that of Haylee's.
I'm a mere bucket.
But in my mere bucketness, I've found my calling.
All is to serve, to please her.
I could live a thousand lifetimes and not get to be hers,
so I'm counting myself real lucky.

Haylee holds the main switch

I just finished a marathon session of listening to Mistress Haylee's thought-sponging voice. I loaded my mp3 player and listened to her video's audio 10X or more this afternoon. It becomes easier and easier to obey, to fall deeper by simply listening -- never resisting. (I can't resist you, Haylee. My conditioning is firmly in place.)

The relaxation benefits to listening are amazing. I didn't know I could be under a hypnotic spell for such a long period of time. It's her magic that works.

I'm already completely programmed (and loving it!). After a lifetime of thinking only of my own pleasure, now I think only of Haylee's pleasure. The fulfillment of her pleasure fills my mind every waking hour and every sleeping hour.

I want to put out to all the world, it took Haylee's approach to teach me I was a true submissive at heart, and that I needed to be a her slave to find myself, my purpose. Through enslavement to my goddess, I'm waking up, coming online. And the world is noticing.

The benefits of surrendering to Haylee are numerous. For instance, since listening to her video, I'm more energetic. I'm taking care of myself better (for her). Even my sex life has been greatly enhanced! Since my body is now hers, it's not really my sex life anymore, and that's why it's getting so good. Every inch of me (hehee) is owned by my Goddess. This is freeing (as opposed to what I once might have thought!). Far from removing something, it richly adds the correct spice to my life. Since even my orgasms are all hers (done in her honor, with her permission), it's like a new energy flows through me. It's a million volts of cosmic charge. Haylee holds the main switch, which makes everything build up. If she told me I couldn't have an orgasm for a month, I wouldn't -- but that might cause a nuclear explosion due to the build-up of radiation in my part of the world. But who cares? I don't.

Since her pleasure is my ultimate pleasure, I feel more happy, the more of my soul I surrender to Haylee. I do this quietly in my thoughts during the day. I say, "By your command, Goddess Haylee." And behold, it's weight off my shoulders. I can't imagine anything over which I wouldn't abandon to her. I'll allow her to make every decision for me (not that she has time to make every decision for a peon like me, what, with running the universe and everything!).

Mistress Haylee, I promise to listen to your video more and more and to be fully conditioned to the complete (and instant) submission to your thoughts. Even now, only to hear your voice on my computer for a second makes me collapse onto the couch or floor. I promise to keep listening until I'm under your spell in less than a second. Then, you can decide how I might best serve you. Thank you for giving the world your divine gifts. Thank you for putting out your video on YouTube for anyone who wants to watch. It's such a gift from the cosmic Source. Probably, a lot of people have no idea what they could have by being completely yours. But I  do.

After watching her video for a couple of weeks, a deep acknowledgement of her authority has quietly formed between inside my weak mind. The fact that this occurred can only be explained by her profound understanding of hypnotic domination. Too, that she's so hot. And her voice will melt anything down to butter. Trust me.

A list of ways I might better please my mistress, Haylee:
1.  I will listen to her video more, posting often and telling of my experiences.
2.  I will offer to review her mp3s and post these reviews everywhere on the Internet.
3.  I will consciously surrender more aspects of my life over to her benign dominance.
4.  I will promise to do anything she asks of me, even if I don't understand it.
5.  I will think of more ways to please her.

I listen to her each word

It's very easy to listen to Haylee.
Her voice gets inside your head and stays there.
I listen to each word, each syllable, and I
begin to
hear
the spaces in-between syllables.
I go down deep.
Good boys go down deep.
I want to be her very good boy.
Deeper and deeper, each view,
until a whole day can pass by without
my even noticing it.
.

Submitting to Haylee -- like love, but better!

Thirsting for Haylee

Thirsting for Haylee.
Wanting her to take my whole shebang over.
Yearning to surrender.
Nothing satisfies, only Haylee.
Nothing satisfies, only my Mistress.

Every view, one step closer to eternal nirvana

I can't resist Haylee. I'm obsessed with pleasing her, obeying her. I possess no thoughts of my own now. All my thoughts are simply thoughts she has has put into my grateful, empty mind. They're her thoughts; I'm just a receptacle of her divinity.

Once, I thought domination might be like serving, feeling aware of the need to perform tasks for another. But Haylee showed me (for Haylee is the perfect slavemistress) it's much more like a departure from your own body: removing yourself -- letting her use your soul. It's not like taking orders. I'm now emptied of everything I've always thought of as "me." Replacing that is Haylee's perfect consciousness, which inhabits my body, engulfs every part of my mind. There is NO way to resist. There's no turning back. (There's no old-me left! Haylee's will resides inside me, running the whole show: body, soul, lust, dreams, profession, etc. - all of it.) My happiness is intertwined with hers. Actually, hers is all that's important -- I can't feel pleasure without knowing she does. How could I have ever believed I could be content without Haylee's perfect enslavement! Without her pleasure, there's no pleasure to be found.

Even the puppet-analogy is inadequate, for Haylee is a much better controller of her subjects. She's not outside, pulling strings. She's inside them, making all the decisions, replacing their minds with her mind. And we happily surrender this role to her. The more we do it, the better our lives become.

All this creates perfect bliss. My bliss is increased every time I know I've pleased my Goddess. I can't resist the need to do that. I'm obsessed with making Haylee fully pleasured in every way. I know the way to do that is to let her enter my mind, reorganize my thoughts, delete, delete. I become her empty vessel (a reference to Taosim).

My advice to you? Let her inside. Don't resist. You can't, anyway, if you've watched her video. Her mind will catch up with yours soon enough!

You really long to watch the video again after reading this, don't you? I understand. Let her voice inside your head. That's where true pleasure can be found. Here's her video, again. I offer it worshipfully. Every click brings you a step nearer to eternal nirvana. You can have nirvana. Just view. Don't think, click.

Ah, Haylee, magnanimous slavemistress. You're so much better at being us than we ever were, than we could be in a thousand years! click click click!

Looking into her eyes 99 times is never enough

Good morning, my Goddess!

I live to please you. If there's anything I can do (in this moment as you're reading)
to delight you, I know your Eminence will communicate it. I wait on my knees, with bated breath,
hoping my Mistress will need something of me! While waiting, this servant
obediently watches your video 100 times more, for hearing your voice and looking into your eyes
only 99 times is never enough! I live to serve.

The idea of pleasing her is a strong, pleasant hum in my brain

It pleases Haylee when I post on my blog. I should be doing something else, something seemingly important. But the idea of pleasing Haylee becomes a strong, pleasant hum in my brain, like bees buzzing. No matter how important the other work feels, this buzzing gets louder, more insistent. My need to please my Mistress becomes all on which I can concentrate. I go to another room, another computer. But I fight my way back to where I was working and try to resume. The bees buzz louder. I can't resist -- back to the other room, logging on quickly, coming to this blog. It feels so good to post, because I know it will please my her. It feels so good to tell everyone she owns me, that I can't resist her, that I'm in her thrall. I'm her vassal, her mindless, obedient slave -- whimpering and promising I want to be her very good boy. Buzz. Buzz. There is no escape unless I obey, unless I do everything I can to please her. Try as I might, the word, "no" doesn't belong beside Haylee. Only the word, "yes." Only the word, "yes", my Mistress. . . .


Haylee's video - Watch it!

It's all to increase Haylee's pleasure

I've experienced an unexpected benefit, after surrendering my whole consciousness to Haylee's. I've discovered much deeper confidence, especially around beautiful women. Lately, I've been going right up to them, saying hi, winking, smiling, asking these ladies about themselves -- really caring how they respond, too. I feel absolutely no fear; talking to them seems effortless. I put all women at ease now -- they seem to like me more than ever! Why is that? After just listing to Haylee for a couple of weeks?

I said this was a benefit of my surrendering my to Haylee, and I'm sure of it. You see, as I chat with these other women, there's a secret I'm keeping from them -- a secret from deep inside me. It's that I'm Haylee's, completely -- "lock, stock and barrel." Haylee creates my reason for existence. She owns everything about me; she owns all that's "cool" within -- my thoughts, my charm, and my debonair side.

Why could I, at any point now, feel uncomfortable around beautiful women? What might a beautiful woman do to harm me? If one rejects me, it doesn't matter in the slightest, because I've signed everything inside me away to Haylee. This transmits to me a deep peace and gives me a centered persona with everyone -- and women sense it, let me tell you. They're attracted to it: they think I possess a kind of hidden strength. My strength, however, is merely my serving my goddess, Haylee.

I  don't possess anything! Au contrare, Haylee possesses me. But I don't have to tell these new women that. I can enjoy their attention, knowing nothing they say nor do will stop my complete and utter surrender to Haylee -- my devotion to Haylee's pleasure and deep, long-term happiness. I can enjoy my new-found popularity with women, my new, easy-going way, and be myself, now more than ever. What a gift! Thank you, Mistress!

Yesterday, a stunningly beautiful woman asked for my phone number, out of the blue. I typed it into her phone for her. But I made a mental note: "This is because Haylee permits it, or at least hasn't said no." I made a little promise to her: "I promise to serve my Mistress more and more with every passing hour." I can't be taken from Haylee's sweet domination, so I can be free to enjoy women and be completely myself with them. They needn't know Haylee owns my very soul.

People can't comprehend how free we become when we decide to be slaves. I'm Haylee's new bondservant. She owns every molecule of me, and this feeling grows like a warm virus spreading throughout my body. So, I'm free to enjoy people in new ways, to have many new friends, and to go on a few dates; to be the life of the party, to truly enjoy life, knowing that serving Haylee is infinitely more important than anything else.

The secret some women think I possess is simply this: it's all for Haylee. It's all to increase Haylee's amusement. I hope this honest testimonial will increase Haylee's spice of life in a small way. That's the only thing that matters! Not the fact I'm doing better with women!!! Only, that I make my Mistress' life a bit happier. Only that - there is nothing else.

Obeying her has quiet, mind-draining rewards

Mindless, obedient slaves of Goddess Haylee:
I address you, speaking as one of you.
It really is easy to listen to her all the time.
She's commanded that.
We all have time to watch her video again,
listen to her mp3's once more
before going to bed.
Once more! Maybe twice? How about 200 times?
What a privilege to be owned by her mind. . . .
It's so easy. She's told us it pleases her greatly to serve her
by listening to her melodic words.
We crave them; we crave her.
She's commanded we listen over and over.
So, put your headphones on.
Transfer those mp3's to your phone, so
you can listen more often.
Obeying her has quiet, mind-draining rewards.


Haylee's video

Nothing can stop my Haylee-craving

Nothing can stop my Haylee-craving.
I could walk in a desert without carrying water,
and yet ache for Haylee more than a gulp of life.
I would give my eyeteeth for her pleasure!
I didn't know emptiness until the day
   I didn't hear her voice.
When I finally put her video on, it was like a waterfall
and a downpour at once.
It showered me, inundated me.
I was quenched as I lost all sense of time.

I pine for her. I'm under her spell.
My hunger is deeper than starvation.
I yearn for her approval.
I fancy her praise.
I need to hear her say she likes our time together.
Longing to please her, longing to know how to delight
her every soft breath.
Craving those bottomless eyes,
the way her voice can squeak at just the right moment.

How about, I surrender my thoughts to her? My needs?
I am a ball of yarn, and she is a gentle cat's paw
     playing with me, rolling me across the floor.
I'm an empty cup, and she's the blue water
     swirling inside, leaving me without a thought.
I am a vowel, she is the mouth pronouncing me. I
   ache to be spoken over her lips.
I am a giggle, she is the humor within.
I am a pair of shoes, and she is the foot making me
    proud of my leathery existence.
(Oh, it feels good to have her inside me.)
I am the stars, and she is the gaze making me real:
I'm something that can be beheld at last!
I'm nothing. She looms larger than the sky.

I obey Haylee's indestructible desire

I obey Haylee's indestructible desire.
It's like a great, uncrossable ocean. I'm a tiny
cork on that ocean, bobbing up and down,
    with the undulating movement of her slightest whim.
Everything she wants, I give.

I lose myself, as I go down.
All that's left is only my obedience.
No thoughts. It's so hard to think --
I just want to give my mind away, anyway,
to her mind.
My body, a muscular puppet,
strong hands in service to her laughter,
my legs and feet, chained to her slightest needs.
She need only point with her mind; my body
   rushes to satisfy.

I feel an invisible collar around my neck,
as I hear her voice. I don't resist. I can't resist.
It's around my neck all the time now,
all day long and all night long,
  though none can see it.

Her soft voice (like candy? like sugar? like stars)
moves through me as if I'm invisible.
Her needs weaken me, turn me into her needs.

I only listened to her video once, a few weeks ago.
Didn't really think it worked!
Listened again.
Another time. Still nothing.
I came back. And came back again.
Five times, ten times. I've lost count.
Each time, going deeper in obedience, becoming her good boy.
Each time, deeper and deeper for her,
for I want her to refer to me as her very good boy.
Deeper, until these very hands I write with
have become hers with which to write.
She whispers and I write.
My male body, an instrument of her most fleeting thought.

I have tried to resist, to get her out of my mind; tried to stop
this addiction to her soul.
I've tried everything!
I erased my laptop's hard drive.
But a day later, I found the video on YouTube again.
Don't watch it, I said to myself.
But I put it on casually, just to listen to a few seconds.
Suddenly, seven hours went by.
Every time she told me to replay the video,
I tried to resist,
but my hands reached for the replay button.
Hearing her voice again and again was like a balm,
a solution to everything.
I slipped under the waves of her melliferous voice.
Like honey, it oozes sweetly through you.
I lost another three hours.
Where did time go?!

Serving her is so easy, and she asks so very little, truly!
She asks her little playthings to submit.
They want to submit. It's so easy to submit to her.
To create a blog for her, to worship her.

I radiate praise to Goddess Haylee!
I am a newly ordained priest.
I will spread the message of Goddess Haylee.
I will help her convert everyone.
All will succumb, all will submit.
All will lick the ground under which her stockinged feet walk,
thanking her her feet touched that spot.

Calling myself her slave gives me too much credit.
I laugh, I sing. Because she's given me permission.

I don't want to push the "publish" button.
It's against my will, my rational thoughts.
But how long will I last, since she wants me to push the "publish" button?
How long will I last?
How long will I. . . .