Let Me Take You Down

Down
Down
Deep
Into sub-space.
Not talking science fiction here, but sub-space in regardess to the blissed out place where a submissive finds him or herself after engaging in a BDSM scene.

You can get there from phsyical pain,when all your endorphins are shooting through your body like rockets. You can get there just by being all tied up or humilated, your mind takes you to another plane, a plane where you have fully transfered your powers to your Dominant. It is better than any illegal drugs, it can be sexy, it can leave you engergized, and it most definitley will make you realize the extent of your submission.

Let yourself go, free, into my capable hands and experience the beauty and pleasure of going into a far away place that exists within your own body and soul.

It is gorgeous.

Trust Me.

Madame Hailey
1-888-983-7382

Mr. Crackhead Minivan or the Sad Story of a Wasted Sub

So for a week this suburban crackhead has been saying he was going to call yours truly for a session.

Yea, right.

Well he started to one night, this I know, but the dude was too loaded to dial. Seriously, he had apparently drowned his miserable self a bath of Jack Daniels and powdered himself afterwards with a couple of grams of shitty, speed-cut blow.

"Madame Hailey, I'm trying..." he blabbered along with other bullshit. Then our chat session went dead, I moved on to some more worthy worms.

The next day I received a message with Mr.Crackhead Minvan not only begging my forgiveness, but telling me this huge sob story about his wife walking in. That he was a family man gone awry.

 Insert violin music.

I don't like those who grovel. I also don't like liars. And if anyone is going to be that intoxicated it is because I force it upon them!

"How can I make it up to you?" he pestered me all day long. Bor-ING!

Well I won't bore you with what happened in the interim, but he did make it up to me. Just a little bit.

He called me, number one. And let me tell you he got humilated beyond belief. This time, he wasn't getting hammered on his own. No, we had a forced intox session from hell and let's just say his wife came home to find him not only in pool of his own vomit, but with her panties in his mouth and a dildo in his ass. As she screamed at him, he told her that he was "Madame Hailey's little Ass Fag."

Word on the street was that his wife was so turned on to see her husband finally fess up to his pathetic ways that she right then and there hiked up her skirt and pissed all over his sad face and locked him away for the rest of the weekend.

How do I know this, because Mr. Crackhead Minivan IS my ASS FAG. He has not fully reedemed himself for being a liar, but he did manage to find his way to my gift list that's listed here on my blog and being so indecisive, he sent me a Amazon Gift card.

It's a start.