September 10, 2012

Playing Dress-Up

I love playing dress-up with my sissy friends!! Daddy always spoils me so I have the prettiest dresses and shoes and makeup! The other day my sissy friend Owen begged me to come over to play dress up. I told him that of course he could come over and that I had a whole bunch of new dresses that he could try on. Annnnd I had just gotten a brand new strap on that I wanted to play with. Ten inches long, nice and thick, and a pretty pink glittery color! Owen came over and we went right up to my room and we opened the closet. Owen was so excited when he saw all my pretty girly dresses. He said it was too hard to pick one because there were too many and they were all too pretty. I flipped through them till I found the perfect one. Short and bright pink. I told Owen that it would fit him just right. Tight over his body and the ruffles underneath would make the dress stick out so his pretty panties would stick out. I gave him a pair of my white cotton panties with little flowers on them and helped him pull the dress on over his head. Owen twirled around in front of the mirror and giggled. “Want me to put some makeup on you?” I asked. Owen bounced up and down in excitement. After I put on my own pretty dress, sparkly silver with a bow around my waist, I sat Owen down and opened my makeup case. I brushed blush across his cheeks and sparkly eyeshadow over his lids. Made his eyelashes long and luscious with deep black mascara and smudged bright pink lipstick over his lips to match his dress. I finished him off with a sparkly lip gloss that made his lips shimmery and sexy! After I freshened up my makeup I let Owen kiss me so he could feel the way our lips slid against each other with the gloss! Soon I was putting on my new strap on and bending little sissy Owen over, pulling his panties down to get him ready to take my big toy! Wanna come play dress-up with me? I have sooo many cute and sexy dresses to try on, and lots and lots of toys to play with!! kissies, Cali 1.888.430.2010
September 8, 2012

Sissy shopping with Mommy Josie

  We have been training for weeks now. And now I think it is time for a special outing. This will be your first time in public since your transformation. It’s time to go sissy shopping with Mommy Josie. We have worked so hard for these past weeks now. Mommy has taken you through all the steps, bringing out your feminine side. We started with you as a sweet AB sissy girl and mommy took you through all the steps to becoming a young lady. And now it is time for your first training bra. Mommy is so proud. So go get ready like a good girl. I want you in your pre-teen sissy girl best today. All short skirts and tight tops with glossy pink lips. We will go to mommy’s favorite lingerie store and ask the sales lady to measure you so we can get the perfect fit. Awww, don’t be embarrassed sweetie, I know the sales lady is giggling but you will be so proud later when you model your new bra tonight for mommy’s friends. Your Nannies, Miss Scarlet and Miss Crissy are so excited to see you all grown up now. Maybe we can invite all the sitters too, I know they will just get a kick out of teasing you too. And now that you are such a big girl, you will have some shopping assignments to complete on your own. I know how much you love sissy shopping with Mommy Josie however, sissy young ladies like yourself must learn to do their own shopping as well and Mommy Josie is here to teach you just how to do that. All you have to do is pick up the phone and tell mommy you are ready for your very first Big Girl Sissy Assignment. Perhaps if you ask very nicely, mommy will come along and watch. But the rest is up to you…   Mommy Josie 888~430~2010
September 6, 2012

Severe diaper domination

I am always in the mood for some severe diaper domination, nothing better than  a bare ass over my knee and the screams of a very naughty,pathetic little adult baby that needs some intense behavior correction. He know’s just what he wants and I dangle it in front of him and refuse his cries of please mistress can I have some more. I sit in my throne chair and let my other diaperslave do my nails as he squirms in the chain and cuffs that I used to strap him to the wall. “Awww, look at this silly little thing whimper and beg.” I say to my other diaperslave, who snickers loudly at my comment.  I rise from my seat and walk over to my crying trussed up slave, and say “Look at you,naughty is what you are, do you have any idea what happens when you play pocket pool in your office lunch area”? I poke him with my crop and say “It gets noticed and you get shunned they whisper about what a perv you are and no one talks with you anymore,they turn away and lower their heads when your around make up excuses that they are too busy to speak with you.” I trail my crop up and down the length of his body. You need severe punishment to remember just what happens when u misbehave”! With that last statement I let loose on him with my crop. Viciously yours, veronika 1*888*430*2010 or 11*1*714*442*2402
September 5, 2012

Fifty Shades of Spankings: Ni-Nite Spankings

The other night our resident Baby Cammie was up past his bedtime…again.  His excuse this time?  He just couldn’t get to sleep.  Well of course I told him I had the solution to his dilemma – a ni-nite spanking; one that would quiet his mind and relax him enough to drift off to sleep. I had gone on to explain to our little Cammie the different types of spankings – how the subtle nuances of each kind fulfill a different need; in essence, the fifty shades of spankings. One of these shades is what I categorize as the ni-nite spankings: hard enough to get my little one’s attention, pulling his focus to the here and now and drawing his thoughts away from the day’s activities that are keeping him awake.  These are done in clusters – several not-too-gentle swats done in quick succession followed by a brief break.  During such pauses, I like to soothe the spanked area, running my hand gently around both cheeks, talking to him quietly, letting him concentrate on the sound of my voice.  Then, without warning, I start another cluster of over-the-knee spankings, startling him once again, pulling his focus to me and away from all other distractions. This can go on for several cycles, depending on the severity of the insomnia that is plaguing my little one.  You see, there is a release of tensions and stresses during the process that allows my little guy to relax, oddly satiated, and finally able to find the slumber that has been eluding him prior to these spankings. In time, I hope to share with all of you the fifty shades of spankings I have come to know. Maggie 1.888.430.2010
September 3, 2012

Labor Day!!

Happy Labor Day weekend. For some of us, labor has a double meaning and you know what I’m talking about. Hours and hours of labor for mom’s to deliver their little ones. But it was so worth it. That’s why Phone a Mommy is doing a special. Call now to show your mommy how much you appreciate her. Get 5 free minutes with a 10 or 15 minute call, or 10 free minutes on 20 minutes or more. Tell the dispatcher you want the epidural special. Look forward to
September 2, 2012

Mommy’s Helper

When Mrs. Ford called me about babysitting for her, I was very confused. As far as I knew, Mrs. Ford only had one son, his name was Jimmy and we had gone to high school together. This was two years later now; I had just turned 20 and figured that Jimmy would be around the same age. She was very nice when she called, but it seemed to me that she was skirting around something. Mrs. Ford said that it would probably be best if the first time I came over, I was just her Mommy’s helper. She said it would make it easier in the future. That way she could go over all the special details of taking care of the baby. I agreed, feeling a little uneasy, not knowing what to expect, but told her that I would be there the next day. At one o’clock in the afternoon the next day I knocked on the Ford’s door. Mrs. Ford answered the door and invited me in. “He’s just about to wake up from his nap,” she whispered. “Come on, you can meet him.” We walked up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms. It was just the cutest nursery, with teddy bear wall paper, a changing table, and a wooden crib with a beautiful mobile spinning above it. At first I didn’t realize what was different, but as I approached the crib where I could hear the cooing baby I realized—that is a very big changing table, and that crib, I thought, that crib is huge. When I peered down I saw a pair of big blue eyes looking up at me. It was Jimmy! Jimmy, who I had seen all through my schooling. We had never been friends or even acquaintances, but I had seen him at school, he seemed to be the type to keep to himself. But a sweet kid none the less. A sweet baby, I guess, I thought as I looked down at him. This is—not what I was expecting, I thought to myself. But he looked so darn cute in his little onesie and his messy head of hair, I smiled at him and he instantly smiled back and started giggling. “Samantha,” Mrs. Ford said, “this is baby Jimmy.” I just couldn’t help myself, I reached down and tickled his tummy, “hiya baby Jimmy,” I said. Oh he just loved that! He kicked his little legs and giggled. For the rest of the day I followed Mrs. Ford around and helped her take care of Jimmy. She showed me how to change his diaper and feed him and the kinds of games he liked to play. Jimmy was just about the cutest little guy I had ever taken care of. “Taking care of adult babies is pretty fun,” I told Mrs. Ford at the end of the day. “I would love to come back and take care of him!” xoxo Samantha 1.888.430.2010
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