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

HypnoDomme Strikes Again Part 2

A submissive of mine of mine, a "Little Girl," aka "LG" that is one who not only cross dresses into cute little girl outfits, but has the persona of a young girl had a very interesting hypnotism request a week ago.
She wanted to be hypnotized to wet her bed.

Now think about all the mental and parent training that goes into get a child to not bedwet, I knew this might be a tricky case.

In addition to her bedwetting hypno request, there was a desire, a need for her to be punished for being a very naughty girl, a naughty girl who rests in her bed.

I am happy to report that after two, back to back  phone hypnotisim sessions,  my Little Girl found herself not only waking up in a warm pool of her own pee, but continuing on to inflict pushiment upon herself for being such a bad little bed wetter.


Here is an email I received from her today:

Hi Miss Hailey!


It worked!  I woke up wet this morning, and did not remember doing it during the night.


I gave myself a spanking and stood in the corner for 30 minutes. Do you know how HARD it is to stand in the corner for 30 minutes?? I didn't hardly feel the spanking through all that diaper padding though...


I crawled to the bathroom and cleaned up and then crawled to the kitchen for a bottle of juice. Didn't stand up at all til I was in the kitchen.


I took my temperature in my bottom.  It was 98.5. Guess that is normal.




I was also thinking maybe I can score a high chair I could fit in easily, and I could start sitting in it every morning to have a bowl of oatmeal and a baby bottle of juice, before I change my diaper.


Love,
Miss Hailey's Little Girl

As a hypnodomme, I was elated to read her report, elated because I could share some proof with those of you have contancted me iof late nquiring about "how can you hypnotize someone over the phone."

Well, haters, doubters, here's proof.

Have something erotic, twisted, dark, that you like to be hypnotized to do? Then definitely give me, Madame Hailey (she has permission to call me 'Miss", not you!), a call

1-888-938-7382

Of Toys and Trinkets

This evening I had the misfortune of meeting the most idiotic wanker of all time.

A total wannabe sub with a fixation on America's favorite beauty Barbie. Yes, you read that right.  Let it be known that he was not a sissy who collects and plays with Barbies, that would not be an issue. In fact, one of my best sissies has a lovely doll collection, including some vintage Barbies.

As for this wanker, oh my, was he a pathetic soul! He apparently was just dying for his wife to "tell me what to do," but she was a fat ass who had no interest in anything other than a bucket of chicken. From what I gather she was so obsese she couldn't even reach to pleasure herself, much less muster the energy to order anything other than a pizza.

So wanker man spills his little beans to me, since he can't get big momma to be his Domme and he had yet to find yours truly, he acted out his fantasys with his daughter's Barbie and Ken dolls.

I do not lie.

He went on to tell me how he constructed a little dungeon for Barbie. Barbie would lure in Ken and his other look-a-like pals and whip them into submission. Wanker even made a little strap-on for Babs out of a piece of leather from an old belt and some molding clay. Sad, but true.

Wanker, thankfully found me, and I promptly instructed him to rip off Barbie's head and well, as for Ken, he's now deep inside wanker's asshole.

Would you like to play Barbies with me?

1 888 938 7382

Mr. Dicklette

A repost from another one of my sites because this is a very special letter:

A little beggar subbie of mine, Dicklette, sent me this the other day. I told him not only would I share it with him, but I’d continue to make his life a living hell!

Why won’t you let me hear you cum Hailey?
You’ve heard me cum so many times - why won’t you give me the pleasure of hearing your orgasm? Is it a power thing?
I know you have cum during our last three sessions Hailey.
I know you came when you forced me to lie on my back and swallow your double-headed dildo. You straddled me and I had the pleasure of gazing up at both your holes as you fucked my face. You shamelessly played with your clit, inches above my mouth. As you came, I hungrily awaited my reward as your juices ran down the dildo and onto my lips.

But you did not make a sound Hailey.

 I know you came when you forced me to my knees in front of you and invited me to lick your boyfriend’s cum from your pussy. You knew I could resist the chance to taste you. And I saw the evil look on your face as you released his semen into my mouth. I know you came as you grinded your pussy into my hungry face and told me I would somebody take his cum from the source. I relished as the wave of your soaking orgasm washed away the semen in my mouth.

But still you were silent Hailey.

Finally, I know you came as you savagley fucked me with your most cruel strapon dildo. When you popped my anal cherry last week you were firm but merciful; but last night you let go, pushing your 9-incher through my rectum and into my bowels. I felt the huge head of the cock against my tailbone, and I felt your fingernails rip into the skin of my back as you came, violently pounding my ass.

But still not a sound from you.

Hailey, I need to hear you cum. You can shame me, rape me or crush my balls. But please let me hear your orgasm.

Please Hailey. 
love, dicklette

What a little groveling bitch! I can’t lie, all his begging gets my pussy a tad moist. I’ll let him hear when I decide it is time to hear. Beggars can be chosers! 
I bet your begging will do the same.


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Listen Up Numb Nuts!

Some of you submissive types have heads that are chock full of, well, shit.

Shit you saw on the scratched up DVD you wank off to nightly, shit that perhaps you read in some lousy Gorean novel or other wizardy type of shit.  This is real domination fellas, not the muddled up crap that is holding your little nugget of a brain together.

Let's get this straight:

Until I actually even speak to you, until I even deem you worthy, you are not TO CALL ME: Mistress, Queen, Goddess, or the one that makes me puke in my mouth, "M'Lady."

You are to call me "Madame Hailey." Period. I already know that I am a queen, a goddess, a gift to the world. If I find that you are a sub that might be worthy of my time, then I will give you instructions as to what I want you to call me.

I have more to discuss with you pathetic wannabes, but that will be on the phone!