July 6, 2012

What kind of AB are you?

I love good and bad adult babies and any adult baby in between. I have fun disciplining those bratty types, it is fun, the power struggle that, I, of course always win. Sometimes having to resort to me being a stern Mommy. Those struggles can be a great deal of fun, I love bratty ABDL’s, and  I also love my sweet ones, that are just in all awe over me as their Mommy. Those sweet, faces looking up at their hero and protector. I so enjoy those adoring babies. Yes, I love all kinds of babies from one extreme to the other.  What kind of ABDL are you? Would you like to tell me? I would love to know and if you need a Mommy, call me I would love to care for you no matter what kind of adult baby you are. Lauren 1 888 430 2010
July 4, 2012

wet bottom fetish

Mommy likes all sorts of fetish type’s but a favorite of mine is definitely  wet bottom fetish. I just can not get enough of that eeshy squishy, soaking wet sloshy,washy sound of a dripping wet diaper. These little legs rubbing together as they try to run from me and hide since he wet himself on purpose just so I will have to change him. The little abdl stinker think’s he has mommy in the palm of his hand. Little does he know I plan to let him sit and stew in his own juice’s ,ha-ha-ha let us see how he likes being in that drippy old diaper for another hour or so. Then when he is begging for mommy to change him just maybe I will think about it that is if he is lucky enough for me to feel that generous. he can stomp his feet all he wants to but I will not budge he is the adult baby and I am the mommy my rules are law in this land. Not even tears will get him into a fluffy fresh,dry diaper… My naughty little one. XXXXXXCrissyXXXXXXX 1*888*430*2010
July 4, 2012

Happy 4th To All My ABDL Friends And Family

Happy 4th to all my adult baby and diaper lover friends and family.  I have a beautiful pool and BBQ in my backyard but I have no intention of using either today.  Having a great pool and yard have its benefits but I personally enjoy the cool controlled environment of my home, where it’s always 62 and perfect.  I’m grilling burgers and steaks on my foreman grill, dressed in my diapers and belly shirt.  I have a few friends over and we are watching youtube diaper videos on the big screen and eating chips and salsa.  Don’t get me wrong I love the great outdoors and backyard barbeques and family picnics, just as much as the nest girl but I cant imagine sitting in the heat and sweating my ass off when I can move 200 feet and be in the air conditioned comfort of my home.  If people had AC in the old days I bet they would never have celebrated anything outdoors.  The same with cloth diapers, I can’t think of a single ABDL Mommy who prefers cloth diapers over disposable. I hope all of my adult baby diaper lover friends are finding a way to stay cool in their diapers and still celebrate the birth of this great nation of ours.  Happy Birthday America. Ava 888*430*2010
July 3, 2012

Hypnotized: Fall under Mommy’s Spell

You thought you were a grown man: strong, powerful, independent.  But then you met me, and all that came into question.  The more you spent time in my company, the more you slipped under my spell.  As you would listen to the soft caress of my voice and peer into my eyes, you became lost in them, in me. I lull you into compliance as I start the process of your age regression, hypnotically regressing you back further and further, until you are my darling little one.  The memory of how it felt to be held in mommy’s arms, so soft and comforting, is renewed once more.  Your independent thoughts are replaced with one simple truth – that nothing exists except for Mommy and you, her precious little ABie, helpless and dependent on your new Mommy for every little thing.   Let Mommy take care of you, making all your AB/DL fantasies become more real then you ever dreamed possible.     Maggie 1.888.430.2010
July 2, 2012

Their Courage

Their courage deems utmost respect Their mission clear, our way protect It’s sure to each what they must do No give or take, keep freedom true With the grand old flag, they’ll unite Whenever they must, march to fight A life we know counts hard on them Without their ranks, hellish problem If our Armed Forces ceased to be How long could we survive as free Let’s well realize the truthful score We need our troops just like before Boils down to this, words to engrave Land of The Free, Due to The Brave God Bless each one for being there Their loved ones too, unending care Hope born from love touches the will Do back them strong, means to fulfill Americans – Who Serve To Give One Nation – Under God We Live ©2005Roger J. Robicheau The men and women that have fought and die for us have a courage like no other and i felt that they deserved a day that we give them thanks for all they have done for us Minnie
June 30, 2012

Mommy’s lullabies for abie

Mommy crissy likes to take her little abies in her arms and rock them to sleep with some nice lullabies. My very sweet abie boy Chris was with me the other day and we went for a trip to the abie store for a new crib for him to fall asleep in while mommy sings him night night songs. We were walking around the store and the sales lady came right up to Chris and smiled down at him and pinched his cute little rosey cheeks and said “What an adorable wittle bitty abie you have here”. “Thank you,He can be a real handful sometimes but so worth my worry” I replied while patting Little Chris on the head. With that he runs off in the other direction. Naughty mis-behaving thing that he is. “Christian, you march back here this instant!!“,I try to hold back my angry tone. He comes stomping back,”But mommy crissy I thought I saw a big red toy truck I just wanted a closer look then I was going right back to your side.” he tugs the hem of my dress waiting for my reply. “Alright mister,you know the rules u are naughty in anyway and u have to make amends,this is so u learn your lesson and don’t continue with the wrong behavior, we will discuss my method of modifying your actions when we get home.” I stare him down with a very stern look and he cowers beside me. he knows he may be getting a dose of diaper discipline. 1*888*430*2010 Crissy    
June 29, 2012

Sissy Fag Ty Has a Crush on My Boyfriend!

Ms Ava:  Please allow me to send to you this message to Master Steve, that you graciously said you might read to him, in the hopes that someday he might agree to speak to me on the phone, so that he can hear in person my admiration and devotion of him, as well as my fear and shame as he humiliates me: Sir: My mistress Ava, whom you know, has told me of your prowess as a man.  As soon as she told me about you, I was instantly excited and desiring to speak to you.  Of course, she has said that she could never be interested in me sexually or otherwise, as I am a loser and not a real man, and a sissy and fag who constantly talks to her about my gay crush on my best friend mark, as well as my deisres to serve him as a houseboy to attend to all of his needs.  However, it is extremely unlikely that I will ever confess my desires to Mark, as he would instantly dismiss me as a friend and never have anything to do with me for the rest of my life, which obviously I do not want.  So she is encouraging me to make myself and my desires available and known to other strong men, in the hope, that even if I annot serve them in person, I might otherwise serve them or have contact with them. I want to serve you Master. I long to hear your strong voice command me and abuse me.  I would absolutely melt just at hearing the sound of your voice.  then when we are talking- and afterwards for many nights- I might imagine and obsess about what you might do to me in person, and how I might you as a house servant. For instance, I could bathe you every day, and after drying you off, drop to my knees and kiss your feet, and th en do whatever you want.  If you wanted to spank me, even in public, of course, I would be very grateful to you, Sir.  You might slap my face and whip me.  Other times, I  know you might piss on me or shoot your load on my face.  I would then have to walk around with the cum on my face and not wipe it off so that everyone would know I was a cumslave and a loser and not a real man.  Also, I would get a collar with your name engraved on it, so that everyone would know that I was your property, and perhaps, one day you might lead me around on a leash, even to a mall. Sir: I hope that I have not offended you, and that you will consider speaking to me or having me as your servant in some manner.  I have other desires, which I have confessed to Ms Ava, but I am still somewhat shy about expressing to you. thank you. -your devoted […]
June 27, 2012

Feminizing My Little Brother

  Here is a little bit of a sissification call I had with one of my callers… Pillow fight!! A girl runs up from behind you and whacks you in the back of the head with a big fluffy white pillow, feathers flying everywhere. You love it when your sister’s friends come over because they all invite you into her room. A place you normally aren’t allowed in. You look around, dizzy, and see a bunch of cute girls in pajamas jumping on the bed in front of you and attacking each other with cotton weapons. One of the girls stops and looks at you. “Hey Jenna? I just had the perfect idea. Since we’re all tired of giving each other makeovers, why don’t we give your little brother one?” All of the girls squeal in excitement, crowding around over you. You swallow hard, your cheeks turning pink with embarrassment. You suggest that they could all just keep pillow fighting, and that there’s no reason for a makeover. “Oh don’t be silly little brother, you’re going to look so cute! Besides.. I’ve always wanted a little sister!” The girls all giggle and set you down in a chair. One of the girls walks up and holds up a bunch of bandanas tied to each other, resembling a rope. “This is just in-case he tries to be a naughty boy and get away.” “Good idea!” all the girls shout. They bound you to the wooden chair, getting out their makeup bags, going over what color blush to use, what shade of lipstick, what color your nails should be. The sound of their voices sounds far away as you get lost in your thoughts. You can’t believe this is happening to you. And mom and dad are all the way on the other side of the house fast asleep. But the truth is even if you did have a chance to get away, you wouldn’t. Because deep down you like your sisters friends taking advantage of you and dressing you up. You won’t admit it to anyone but you when I sissify you, and I do too. Jenna 888*430*2010  
June 27, 2012

Sissy Ty Goes on Another Assignment

Further Notes from Sissy Ty: Thank you Ms Ava for allowing me and (really_) forcing me to reveal to the public that I am a sissy.  I went to the local bondage store after a brief phone call from you telling them that they should expect me, Ty, who wanted to be outfitted to serve a Master.  When I got to the store, I was met by a saleswomen, who was very helpful in suggesting an outfit for me to try on.  She recommended that I try on a black waist-level corset- which she helped me put on- a pink tutu like garment and a pink mini belt, which was worn over the tutu and just below the corset.  She said that I looked great, but I think she was just being nice.  I am sure that, as Ms Ava said after I told her about the conversation, that I looked RIDICULOUS.  Had other people not been in the store, others, including a man and a woman who saw me in that outfit as I went to look at a choker collar and a leash, with my outfit on, I am sure that the saleswoman would have laughed out loud at me and taunted me for looking so ridiculous.  At any rate, I was so nervous I thought I would faint!  I am to call the saleslady later today before the store closes to tell them when I will pick up the outfit, which also includes red fishnet stockings.  Now the only thing to do, is to call Ms Ava later today, so that she can tell me- which I am paying her to do- that I am a loser and a fool for going along with the assignment when I really did not have to, and exposing myself in public like that, which only a faggot and not a true man would have done.
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