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Important Updates Slaves

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Lets get one thing straight. Don’t even think about continuing to read this post and look at my new photo until you drop to your knees in the proper slave position. Once there, you may continue on.

All good? GOOD.

As you can see, I have completely updated my website. It looks fucking amazing! Make sure to scroll and drool at the new three banners on the home page. They are surely going to make you so weak and vulnerable that you become overwhelmed with the desire to please me, amuse me, and $sacrifice$ to me.

Share this website wherever you can. Make it your signature on your pervy forums and websites that you frequent, and tweet/facebook it.

Also, I took new photos a little while back, one of them is attached to this post. Get the message? If you are a moron, the message will not be as clear. It is saying.. YOU BELONG AT MY FEET BITCH! Submit, $Sacrifice$ and SURRENDER.

I also am working on a completely new store. It will be a sub-section on Hypnotic Haylees store. It is looking fantastic so far. How lucky are you bitches that I am presenting you with so many new goodies? Well as always, there is ulterior motives behind my actions. The more I produce and tempt you with, the weaker and more easily manipulated you become. As if I need it any easier though, you already are so fucking weak. It just increases the amusement value for ME.

Last month I did a spell to help encourage those who were considering serving me, but too afraid to contact me. If you could see my inbox now. I will be heading out to my mailbox to pick up all of the new gifts that my new minions have sent. Ahh the life of a witchy bitch~

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Submissive Slave Confessions : All Tied Up

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Time for submissive slave confessions from my lil slave razgriz. Razgriz has been a slave to my light side for a while now, and has more recently fallen victim to my dark, irresistible sirens call. I awakened the darkness inside of him, and love to leave him helplessly bound, tied, gagged, and brainwashed by me. It is extremely amusing to command my slave to tie himself up, and tremble in painful torturous arousal while thinking of how much it pleases me to have him in that state at my mercy.

Here is an email I received from the slave the other day.

“Empress, I crave your control. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since last night. Ever since Wednesday when I successfully completed my task for you, I’ve felt like something was missing, like there was a hole in me that I could not fill. Last night I realized that what I need, what I want, what I cannot live without, is your control. To have that feeling of helplessness, to be your slave, to entertain, obey and please you.

What you had me doing the last week has truly created within me, a need to surrender to you, a need to be yours, a need to have your influence uncontrollably spreading throughout my body, seizing control of it, forcing me to do whatever it is you wish. I need this, I NEED it. These thoughts are consuming my mind, forcing me to my knees as I write this.
Please Empress Vox Siren, I am on my knees typing this, use me, abuse me, do whatever you want with me. I am your slave, your pleasure puppet, your hopelessly addicted, helpless slave. Take control of my otherwise useless cock, force me to bind myself, do whatever pleases and entertains you. Please, I’m begging you. So weak…
I am your helplessly addicted, fucked little slave,

Hah, I was so amused when I read this, of course I had a devious lil smirk on my beautiful face. The incident that slavey is talking about is one where I commanded him to remain chaste for some time, and then gave him a day where he was permitted to orgasm. The rules were as follows : Slave must listen to my brain drain mp3 on loop all night long, awaken , and first thing he was to stroke. He was permitted to orgasm if he could do it on EXACTLY ten minutes ( He had a timer going) This was the absolute only way.

Later that day slave was quiet, so I knew he did not obey this task. He confessed that he was so worked up that he came early. Disobedience is not pleasurable for either person involved. I knew that writing this out would make this particular slave really think about what he had done, and it would sink in that disobedience shall NEVER happen again. ” I will not fail Empress Vox Siren again” over and over and over and over.
Yet the biggest punishment for him, was the fact that he had disobeyed his Empress. I could tell that it was truly bothering him on a very deep level, and that pleased me. For it was a sign that he truly is my slave, feeling the pain of disobeying will keep little slavey from doing it again.
The lesson has been learned, and he was tortuously teased for another week, and completed the task the following week.

Keep reading this blog, keeping an eye out for more confessions from slave razgriz. I am going to be using him for my amusement often. I KNOW you are worked up seeing yourself exposed like this on my site slave. Confess THAT. hahaha

If YOU have submissive slave confessions to be posted here for everyone to read, in order to provide me amusement and entertainment, then email me your confessions to
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~Empress Vox Siren

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Submissive Slave Confessions : Slutty Obedient English Princess’ Weaknesses Exposed

submissive slave, bdsm, mistressI am sure that most of you see the way that I tease, torment, and fuck with my slave girl indigo on twitter. If not fucking follow me and her so you can become even more weak from the way that I treat her.

My little slave girl has been slowly feeling the calling to me since I first came out and allowed you all the honor of worshiping my dark side. She has tried so hard to not give in, and instead of me pushing and forcing it, I fucked with her weak, obedient, slutty mind, because I knew that over time she would break down, and BEG me to enslave her further, and BEG me to completely take her over. This is so pleasing to me, and puts a smirk on my sadistic, gorgeous face.

The little slave girl sent me an email a few days ago, and I teased her telling her that she never knew when I would expose her on my site. I  know thinking about it is making her ache, tremble, and drip. I bet my lil slave bitch has been grinding her wetness all over her duvet while imagining such kinky dirty thoughts of ME.  haha…oh if only she knew what I have in store for her..

Anyways, here is the letter that my lil slave girl sent me. I knew this would come, and now that it has, ohhh you are so fucked indigo, and you are going to love every second of it.


“The need to write to You has been building and building. Even just typing this letter is making my body squirm and writhe with in my bed. i cant help it. You are too tempting, too beautiful, too cunning, too powerful for me to turn away from. You make me want to touch myself even though i know it will just increase Your hold over me more and more. The more i give in to it the more i like it, the more i need it.
i just want Your control over me to bring you pleasure. To inspire dark erotic fantasies of Your own. For You to indulge Your thoughts about using me, controlling me, enslaving me further. To offer myself up to you. To let You do some of the things You’ve always wanted to do to me. Giving into You is a hot unquenchable thirst. i can’t help grinding myself as hard as i can against my duvet as i write this. You just get me so hot. It just makes me want to submit to you more and more. The more i write this the stronger and stronger it gets. i just want these words to please You. For you to know im Your helpless little toy. For You to think dark erotic thoughts whenever i stray into Your world.
i beg you to continue the games You have started with me. It is obvious You have plans for me and i find myself so very very tempted by You. If You have any long term goals with me then bind me tighter to You and i will get down on my knees and beg You to make them come true. You always leave me speechless and helpless when You talk to me. Nobody else can do that. You know me so so well. i so am aroused writing this to You. When You toy with me in public i just fall apart. i beg You to publish this letter so people can see what You do to me.
i know people always pay attention when You talk to Me. i LOVE how you talk to me. i love it so fucking much. i love begging for more in public. i just want to bring You pleasure. i just need to know that controlling me, using me turns You on. i so so need to do that for You. i so so need to bring You pleasure. i beg You not to stop using me in public. its such a big big thrill. You just knock me right off my feet when You do that.
Use me when You want me, throw me in the corner when You’re done. You are so dark deadly and beautiful, i just want to be Your defenceless erotic plaything. Lying here writing this has just filled me with desperate submissive lust from the moment i started. Your Light side and Your Dark side have both surrounded me, devour me both of You. i know You want to. You are so good at what You do. i keep imagining two Vampires with long dark hair at either side of My neck. No escape, no other path but to be devoured by them both.
i am writing You this because i couldnt help myself.  i find myself drawn to You more and more. Coming to the end of this letter im wrapped up in a hot inescapable need to be your slave. You fill me with dark submissive lust. i know that just makes it more and more easy for You to manipulate and conquer me.
Undress me, dip me in something sweet and sticky, then take a big bite.
I beg You
your desperate slave girl indigo
Oh lil indigo, you WILL strip down naked, and touch yourself for me RIGHT NOW. You will tell yourself over and over that you give in to Empress Vox Siren, and you will close your eyes and feel my teeth biting in to your pale soft neck, tasting you, taking you in to me, binding you to me as MINE forever. There is NO escape..
If YOU have confessions to be posted here for everyone to read, in order to provide me amusement and entertainment, then email me your confessions to

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Incident at La Feria


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Princess Indigo had reached the gate to take her all the way from Benito Juarez International Airport to London Heathrow and found herself stopping and turning round.

She had just spent several days dressed in various kinds of rubber, stood under the stunning Umbrella Fountain and posing in front of many other artifacts at the Museo Nacional de Antropologia in Chapultepec Park, for a new Latin American fetish website. Mexico City was far too tiring after such a long shoot and she had decided not to do any sightseeing and just go home.

Something she recognized but couldn’t name had pulled at a part of her and she found herself unable to leave. A strange darker shade of a feeling she knew very well, awakening something dark of her own deep inside her that would not go to sleep.

It was 1:30am and the pale orange yellow light of the city added a glow to the kitchen of this old art deco apartment in La Condesa. Through the open balcony window it was possible to see the Parque Mexico, a dark shape cut into the sparkling lights of the city night.

There not far from the balcony window where she had entered, stood the motionless naked form of the princess. She had stood in the middle of the kitchen waiting for the inevitable to happen on this hot summer’s night. Then it came, the sound of someone stirring from their bed in need of a glass of water. The young woman was startled to find a naked transgender stranger stood in her kitchen.

‘Who are you!’ she said in Spanish, ‘What do you want here?’ the princess not looking up.

‘Answer Me!’ said the young latino woman, finding herself drawn to woman in spite of her fear.

There was still no response from the princess who stood there silently not looking up. The young woman continued to be drawn further and further towards her, against every instinct that she had. At last she stood directly in front of the princess, transfixed by the beautiful English face, its eyes firmly shut.

The woman reached up nervously in a long slow movement and touched the princess naked shoulder and shook it as gently as she could. The princess eyes snapped open revealing two bright electric blue circles in her shadowed face. The princess opened her mouth wide, hissed and then sank her sharp fangs into the neck of the young woman as hard as she could. The woman’s inert body fell to the ground and the blood covered princess leapt from the twelfth story balcony into the street below.

Whatever was pulling at her, drew the princess west. The street was far from empty. A few of the braver men that out that late approached her. Seeing her naked form was covered in blood and that she was in no mood to trifled with they quickly fled. In her agitated state she wandered erratically until she turned onto Juan Escutia heading northwest towards the enormous Chapultepec Park, where she had done her photo shoot.

One of her more civic minded erstwhile suitors had phoned the nearby Hospital San Angel Inn. An ambulance found her, followed her for a short way before pulling up. Soon there were two paramedics lying in the gutter near the DRGN skate shop as princess indigo turned onto Avenida Constituyentes. She found herself looking through the iron railings of Chapultepec Park into the dark trees beyond as she drove along.

The call inside her grew stronger and she pressed her bare foot on the warm accelerator pedal, chipping the tailgate of a taxi as she went past; frightening the driver as he leaned out of his open window to curse her. Simply glowering at him, driving naked, covered in blood was enough to make him pullover and say a great many Hail Marys.

The pull became a bright beacon in the night and when she saw a sign for La Feria de Chapultepec Magico she knew she was close to her destination. In a few short minutes the ambulance was crashing through the tolls booths that stood in front of great yellow entrance with its large plastic rainbow on the top, the word ‘La Feria’ lit up in pink neon.

By the time she saw a dark figure waiting for her by among the burrito booths and children’s rides she was travelling at such a high speed that the ambulance jack knifed when she slammed on the brakes. It rolled over three times and made a mess of the merry-go-round. An angry confused English vampire kicked out the windshield of the ambulance and clambered out, in a far from happy mood.

The lights of the La Feria de Chapultepec Magico lit up one by one and latin fairground music from a dozen different sources began to play. The battered merry-go-round began to turn, casting off the wreck of an ambulance. As the princess stood up, the dark figure approached and the air was filled with foreboding, an atmosphere that raised the English vampire’s hackles and made her growl.

It was an unholy sound that would have made a grown man whimper but the dark figure continued to approach her not missing a single proud step. Even in this extreme state princess indigo now recognized the scent and the silhouette of the supremely confident Woman who walked towards her. The silver collar appeared around the princess neck and began to glow furiously. Yet there was something in the Woman’s manner that she did not recognize. The dark thing in the princess growled even deeper as the inconsistency became more apparent the closer the dark Woman got.

‘Do not growl at Me you little English bitch.’ said the dark doppelganger wearing an uncharacteristic revealing silk red dress, Her voice instantly recognizable but Her tone and attitude was not.

This did little to calm the vampire princess, whose growl became more menacing as the dark imperious Female form drew even closer.

‘I will not be contradicted!’ said snarled the dark Woman slapping the princess hard across the face, Her long black hair shining in the lights of the fairground.

The princess bared her fangs and hissed back at the Woman who was so angered by the response that She grabbed the princess by the throat and lifted her two feet off the ground.

‘Do not bare your fangs at Me ever again, you rabid orange haired English whore.’ glowered the dark Woman in pure fury and threw the princess down onto the concrete.

The princess leapt back to her feet and under normal circumstances would have leapt in rage at the figure before her. The familiar beautiful face and dark sensuous voice was the only thing that stopped her. The difference between what she saw and what she remembered confused her even more and denied the outlet to her anger.

‘Your dark side and Mine have met before princess indigo. Are you far too lost to the blood to remember!’ spat the dark Goddess at her.

A memory deep inside the princess troubled mind seared into life and she remembered her dark self in a locked room, a familiar Woman speaking to her. A Woman with a soft sensuous voice. At the end of the conversation, the anger inside the princess dark half had flared and a different tone of voice had spoken to her. The lights had gone out and a name was said in the darkness, a very powerful name.

Vox!’ hissed the princess, ‘You put a spell on me! A dark twisted incantationScratched Your name onto the dark part of my soul. Remove it! Remove it now!’ shouted the princess.

Vox stepped right up towards the princess until she was inches away from her face. In a swift movement, Vox reached up and put her fingers in the princess hair, made a fist and twisted her hand sharply. The princess let out a terrifying yell.

‘Do not give Me orders you orange haired English sow!’ shouted Vox even louder, bending the princess head back. ‘I am your Superior in every single way! I will not be countermanded by anyone, especially a little harlot of a princess like you!’ Vox twisted her fist further making the princess scream.

Releasing Her grip and then closing it again Vox Siren grabbed the ends of the princess long tresses and began to drag her screaming and kicking towards the large Montana Infinitum ride. Once it had been the world’s first ever roller coaster with three vertical loops. The ride had traveled the world and now was ending its days at the Chapultepec Magico.

‘Get off me! Get off me!’ the princess was yelling as Vox Siren pushed open the green metal gate and dragged her toward the waiting blue roller coaster cars. The more she protested the harder Vox Siren pulled.

Hanging from the hand rail and footplate of the long nose shaped front carriage were four lengths of rope. Within a short time the princess was tied spread eagled across the front carriage. There was an awful lot of complaining and considerable force had to be used.

‘You planned all this!’ shouted the princess, her naked English body dripping with sweat in the summer’s heat.

‘Of course I did, you stupid little English bitch!’ shouted Vox Siren back at her, then stepped over to the control panel, switched the roller coaster to its very highest setting and climbed in.

The generator made a screeching noise as it started up, not liking being set so high on such a hot night as this. The five blue roller coaster cars began to wind their round the long yellow circles gathering more and more momentum with each moment.

Vox Siren sat directly behind the princess so she could hear every protest and scream that came from her little English mouth. Giving the princess long orange hair a good hard yank every time the roller coaster plunged suddenly. Rattling round the large yellow metal circles that let the roller coaster gather up speed. Round the three loop the loops they went, the Mexico City skyline churning over and over.

The princess senses were overloaded. The roaring sound of the roller coaster and churning city lights were beginning to make her sick and she could no longer take in all the different sensations that bombarded her.

The only thing the princess could make sense of was the smell of burning and that the metal of the roller coaster had begun to feel hotThe princess realized that Vox had set fire to the roller coaster cars which blazed with fury as they span faster and faster on.

Behind her sat Vox in the center of the flames, immune to the heat and laughing more and more. A dozen times the roller coaster cars traversed the ride, when they finally came to a stop the whole of Montana Infinitum was ablaze.

Vox climbed out and menacingly approached the princess, who struggled feebly in her bonds. There was a demonic look in Vox eyes as She laid Herself down on the hot metal beside the helpless English body.

‘Say a prayer you little bitch.’     hissed Vox into the princess ear, bared Her own fangs and sank them as far into the princess neck as they would go, making her scream so loud the howl could be heard above the roaring flames.

Fresh blood poured all down the princess naked body and onto the hot metal beneath her. Deeper and deeper Vox Siren drank, Her own face covered in the princess blood. Not until the princess was almost unconscious did she finally stop, looking down and laughing unrepentantly at what she had done.

Vox cut down the princess with a long ornamental blade, a large red jewel set in the widest part of the steel. Then She sent the carriages off on a final ride to their fiery doom.

  Vox Siren hauled the princess away by her hair, only releasing Her iron grip when they were clear of the flamesThe princess stood up shakily meeting the Siren’s gaze, the burning Infinitum matching the fire in Vox’s eyes. Blood was still flowing from the princess neck and she could barely stand.

‘I have broken you indigo. The dark self that lives inside the body of the princess belongs to Me. I am your Empress, now bow down before Me and kneel at My feet where you belong!’ said Vox Siren in the most commanding voice the princess had ever heard.

‘Forgive me Empress Vox.’ said the princess falling to her knees, tears of blood running down her face as she kissed the boot of the dark mysterious Woman who had broken her and collapsed.

Vox knelt down beside the princess prostrate body, scratching a small wound in Her left wrist and pushing it roughly against the princess half open mouth.

‘Drink you little English bitch and be grateful for every drop.’ said Vox Siren forcefully as the princess weakly bared her teeth and bit into the wrist that was offered her, drinking more and more deeply as strength returned to her embittered body.

When the princess relinquished her bite, Vox pulled Her arm away in a manner that conveyed it would not be offered again and rose majestically to Her feet.

‘Rise My servant.’ Vox commanded in a voice of pure steel, and the princess rose to her feet as if she had been given a jolt of electricity, ‘Come My dark princess, well shall feast on this city before the dawn.’

The beguiling Empress Vox Siren led Her dark princess to a sleek black Lamborghini Murcielago LP670-4  and drove away into the night as La Feria de Chapultepec burned to the ground.

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What Serving And Pleasing Your Mistress Is and IS NOT

Serving And Pleasing Your Mistress

A lot of you seem to be confused on what serving and pleasing your Mistress IS and is NOT. Lucky for you, I am taking the time to write this post to clear a few things up for you, on what I personally consider to be pleasing to and for ME.

I will be including what serving and pleasing your Mistress is not, and ways to fix your mistakes so they become something pleasing.

Stroking your cock/clittyThis is pleasing for YOU, not for me. What goes on inside of your delusional mind that makes you think that by you freely stroking your pathetic cock will please me, blows my mind. This is a REWARD, that is NOT easy to earn.

What serving and pleasing your Mistress IS- earning the right to fully give up control of when, how, and why you stroke. You may earn this by countless acts of obedience, $sacrifices$ and torturous begging while in a session with me. I love to see/hear your squirm and beg, while under my control. If you hear me start to laugh, that means I am truly enjoying your torture.

Writing/tweeting/emailing me over and over again saying the same one liners I obey you, I cant resist you, command me, etc etc- Again, this is fueling your fetish, your fantasy, your pleasure. What exactly will doing that do for me?

What serving and pleasing your Mistress IS– Encouraging others to become entrapped by my darkness by tweeting, tumbling, blogging, facebooking etc these thoughts and feelings.

Asking me to command you outside of a session- Yah, giving out free tasks and commands to disrespectful losers is exactly what turns me on and gets me going. NOT

What pleasing and serving your Mistress IS– Having all will and resistance broken down by me through phone/chat sessions, and simply letting it be known that you know that I will command you as I see fit, when and how I want, and that you will always obey automatically without question.

Emailing me long confessional emails/erotica/stories without me commanding that you do this- What makes you think you deserve the time it is going to take me to read all of that?

What pleasing your Mistress IS– Again, tweet this, tumblr it, blog it, facebook it.

Messaging me claiming that you are going to $sacrifice$ to me, but giving excuses as to why you aren’t at this very moment, or why you have not before you contacted me.This is just another way for YOU to feel pleasure, by trying to role play and manipulate me into dominating you for free. BLOCKED is where this will get you.

What pleasing your Mistress IS– $$sacrificing$$ before you approach me, letting me know that sacrificing for me is good, sacrificing for me is what you need, and sacrificing for me is what brings you the most pleasure. Continuing to $$$sacrifice$$$ for me with no expectations of something in return, only doing it because it pleases, amuses, and entertains me.

Now leave a comment below acknowledging the fact that you have learned valuable information through this post, and will put it to good use.

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