November 14, 2011

POTTY TIME

  Going to the potty is something we must do. Mommies do it. Daddies do it. Even me and you. Our number one is always liquid. Our number two is like a paste. Both of them are made up from all our body’s waste. We have to dump our garbage, so that we don’t get sick, From all the dirty, yucky and disgusting garbage ick. Our waste is trash inside us. We have to push it out. Doing it without our diaper is what this book’s about. We have to wear a diaper, when we’re a baby who’s still small. But once we start to run around – swift and straight and tall, Then we know it’s time to learn what we’re supposed to do when we have to go & make a number one or two. It’ll start out as a tickle, from somewhere deep inside our tummy. Sometimes we can feel it after we eat something yummy. When things begin to stir around and start to move inside, we won’t go in a corner or find a place to hide. We’ll find our mom or daddy – any relative will do – then we’ll say,Excuse me, I must go number one or two! They’ll understand, take our hand, and help take care of it. We’ll walk into the bathroom, pull down our pants and sit. We’ll keep sitting on the potty. Until our wait is through. We’ll know when we’re finished; we’ll see our number one or two. Things feel so much better when we don’t need a change. Even though at first those things might feel a little strange. We’ll feel so much bigger, and that feeling feels so good. If we can number one and two it, then don’t you think we should? mommy lorraine 1-888-430-2010 for all of baby’s fun time needs whether it be potty or sexual and sensual you know where to find me heheheh
October 30, 2011

back into diapers and locking plastic pants

  I can think of bunches of reasons to coax a man into diapers and to lock him into adult diapers for a period of time. It’s one of my very favorite roleplays. I was just talking to this big baby not too long ago who had to be swayed back in diapers. He was a big sissy who kept teasing other diaper lovers. I’d had enough of him teasing other people when he himself really needed to be in pinkdiapers and locking plastic panties. The sissybaby tried to tell me he was big and didn’t even need the diapers. When I started to scold him though for his behavior he soaked his pants. I told him that he wasn’t a very big if a simple scolding from his Domme led to him filling his pants like a big aby. I made him turn on his cam and show me his soaked pants. He looked so pitiful standing there exposed and soaking. I just had to capture some screen shots of the weewee pant wearing sissy aby. Then he really got my attention, he started to cry. I told him unless he wanted all of the other mommies and sitters to see his w*t pants he’d get his diapers and the plastic panties that I knew he had. You can guess what sissy aby wore to bed last night can’t you? Yep, he wore thick cloth adult diapers and locking plastic pants.   Domme Mommy Scarlet 888*430*2010  
October 10, 2011

Why so sad today?

Awwww, is the poor wittle aby crying again? You’re such a saaaaad sissy abie tonight! Your eyes are full of tears and your bottom lip is quivering! You must be on the verge of a REAL breakdown! And I’ve only just started teasing you! Well, if you insist on crying, I guess I’ll have to give you a REAL reason to cry! Cousin Jenna, 1-888-430-2010
October 9, 2011

THE HELL BOUND TRAIN

A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor, Having drunk so much he could drink no more; So he fell asleep with a troubled brain To dream that he rode on a hell-bound train. The engine with murderous blood was damp And was brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp; An imp, for fuel, was shoveling bones, While the furnace rang with a thousand groans. The boiler was filled with lager beer And the devil himself was the engineer; The passengers were a most motley crew- Church member, atheist, Gentile, and Jew, Rich men in broad cloth, beggars in rags, Handsome young ladies, and withered old hags, Yellow and black men, red, brown, and white, All chained together-O God, what a sight! While the train rushed on at an awful pace- The sulphurous fumes scorched their hands and face; Wider and wider the country grew, As faster and faster the engine flew. Louder and louder the thunder crashed And brighter and brighter the lightning flashed; Hotter and hotter the air became Till the clothes were burned from each quivering frame. And out of the distance there arose a yell, “Ha, ha,” said the devil, “we’re nearing hell” Then oh, how the passengers all shrieked with pain And begged the devil to stop the train. But he capered about and danced for glee, And laughed and joked at their misery. “My faithful friends, you have done the work And the devil never can a payday shirk. “You’ve bullied the weak, you’ve robbed the poor, The starving brother you’ve turned from the door; You’ve laid up gold where the canker rust, And have given free vent to your beastly lust. “You’ve justice scorned, and corruption sown, And trampled the laws of nature down. You have drunk, rioted, cheated, plundered, and lied, And mocked at God in your hell-born pride. “You have paid full fare, so I’ll carry you through, For it’s only right you should have your due. Why, the laborer always expects his hire, So I’ll land you safe in the lake of fire, “Where your flesh will waste in the flames that roar, And my imps torment you forevermore.” Then the cowboy awoke with an anguished cry, His clothes wet with sweat and his hair standing high. Then he prayed as he never had prayed till that hour To be saved from his sin and the demon’s power; And his prayers and his vows were not in vain, For he never rode the hell-bound train. Lily
October 2, 2011

FRUITS OF DESIRE

WE ALL ENJOY OUR TASTE OF DIFFERENT THINGS IN LIFE NOW ME I REALLY ENJOY A GOOD COLD ORANGE PEELED VERY SLOWLY DOWN THE MIDDLE.THEN JUST PULL IT APART AND EAT ONE PIECE OF THE SWEET FRUIT ONE SLICE AT TIME SAVORY THE JUICE AS IT DRIPS DOWN MY CHIN SOMETIMES MY HAND AND ARM BUT ITS SO GOOD I HAVE TO SAY.IT DOESN’T MATTER IF IT GETS ALL OVER ME I JUST LICK IT ALL AWAY LOL NOW LOOK AT YOU GET THAT MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER I WAS TALKING ABOUT A ORANGE HERE EVEN TOOK A PIC  TO PROVE IT LAUGHING . MOMMY LORRAINE
September 29, 2011

caring ABDL Mommy

  It’s kind of difficult for a little one to trust someone else, even Mommy sometimes. I just want you to know though that your ABDL Mommy wants what’s best for you. I want to help my adult babies into their diapers and cuddle them until they feel secure and safe with me. Babies sometimes think they know better than Mommy and I don’t get too upset with them, I am a patient lady. I just show them what I know and care for them so they can see I care for them.   Mommy Josie 1 888 430 2010
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