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May 23, 2013

Published by Mommy Maddy at May 23, 2013

A Day To Remember

Mommy’s been shopping for her pretty little sissy, and just look at what she bought you! I can’t wait to see you wear it for all Mommy’s friends at the neighborhood cookout this weekend. You’ll be the sweetest, prettiest little sissy there, and will have all the bois staring in envy. Widow Johnson down the street has invited her grandson and some of the GI’s from his platoon, and I can’t wait to see you dance and twirl in front of them, in time with the music of the band. Imagine the looks on their faces when they see a sissy like you showing off your new dress. But remember, no playing with the buff military men! That’s for Mommy’s pleasure! But, on second thought….if you’re extra good…I might let you ask one for a sleep over. I know just how we can thank these brave men for their service! Let’s make this Memorial Day the most memorable yet! Mommy Sara http://www.phoneamommy.com/sara.html Must be 18+ US & Canada: 1.888.430.2010 or 1.888.938.8382 Intl.: 011.1.714.442.2402 All calls discreetly billed as ‘ME LLC’ // Calls 1.99/min + 2.50 connection fee // Text sessions 1.49/min

May 10, 2013

Published by Mommy Maddy at May 10, 2013

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Mommy Knows What You Were Doing

Sweet, silly, sissy ABy! You can’t hide from Mommy! Mommy always knows what her ABies are doing, even behind closed doors. I heard the funny sounds coming from your room, so I decided I better peek in and make sure you were ok. I had, after all, just laid you down for a nap, which you weren’t very happy about. You were so busy squirming around and talking to yourself, that you didn’t hear Mommy open the door. Oh what a sweet surprise I got when I did! You had found your new baby doll that Mommy bought for you and decided that you’d put it on, instead of your jammies. What a pretty sight you were, all covered in pink ruffled sweetness, with your hand rubbing your fresh new diapey. But, you know the rules, and when Mommy says it’s nap time, then it’s nap time and there’s to be no excuses. So, my boi, you can either take a nap like a good little sissy, or I can post the pictures that I took for all the world to see! Sweet dreams, my ABy! No pouting! Mommy Sara http://www.phoneamommy.com/sara.html Must be 18+ US & Canada: 1.888.430.2010 or 1.888.938.8382 Intl.: 011.1.714.442.2402 All calls discreetly billed as ‘ME LLC’ // Calls 1.99/min + 2.50 connection fee // Text sessions 1.49/min

May 2, 2013

Published by Mommy Maddy at May 2, 2013

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AB/Sissy Trafficking

You thought you knew all there was about the AB/DL community, didn’t you? That it’s sweet and fun and yes, a bit naughty, but all and all harmless, didn’t you? But I’m here to tell you that there is another side to this apparent harmless world; one that is not so benign – it is the seedy underbelly of the AB/sissy world of which I speak. And in this underworld of diapers and sissy dresses, pacifiers and petticoats, unsuspecting would-be Abies and Sissies are snatched up, gagged, and dragged to a place where they are displayed and auctioned off for various “less then honorable” intentions, heeheehee. Oh yes, it is not talked about openly in mixed company, but whispered about in dark allies, in shadowed corners of less then reputable establishments. Potential sissies and such are scouted, tracked and eventually, grabbed for training and auctioning. Some buyers like their Abies and sissies broken and trained prior – others like to do the breaking in themselves (woe to those that are subjected to this manner of ‘training’). There is even a darker side in which deals are made to borrow, rent out, and even swap these trafficked individuals as commodities. So let me leave you with this last final thought – the next time you think you are being followed or watched, it may not be your imagination or paranoia… it may, in fact, be your soon-to-be abductors, plotting and planning your introduction into the wonderful world of AB/Sissy trafficking. Lexus 1.888.430.2010

April 26, 2013

Published by Mommy Maddy at April 26, 2013

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Worship Every Inch

You open the door and find me waiting for you in your favorite lingerie. I feel your eyes roam from my shiny black stilettos up my stocking clad legs, over my black lace covered pussy, and to the firm swell of my tits. As you drink me in, I get excited, my every breath becoming shorter and faster. As you reach out to touch me, I turn away, giving you a tantalizing view of my tight round ass as I make my way to the chaise lounge. “Come here…..now”, I command softly. With lust in your eyes, and an evident bulge in your pants, you make your way over to where I’m reclining. “Worship me” I say with a firm purr. I feel your hands tremble as you lift a heeled foot and gaze at it hungrily. Slowly, almost painfully slow, you undo the delicate strap that binds my foot in. As you see my red polish peeking through the stocking, you give a low moan. You lower your face to my foot, taking a deep breath, and I feel you quiver. The anticipation is getting to you because you know you must worship me well, or be denied your pleasure. What will you do, lover? Will you treat me like the prize I am? Will you satisfy me that you are worthy to receive the gifts I can bestow on you? Mmmm…I can’t wait to hear how you will worship the rest of me Sara 1 888 430 2010

April 26, 2013

Published by Mommy Maddy at April 26, 2013

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Consequences: A Story in Diaper Punishment

You get a call from me at work – I’m disturbingly cold as I inform you that I know what you have done…and there will be consequences…severe consequences for your actions, and then I simply hang up. You are left in a state of panic as you search your brain for a clue as to what I have discovered, taking an inventory of what wrongs you have perpetrated (it could be one of many you surmise). When you arrive home, you call out for me, but no voice answers back. You move from one room to the next, searching, but half wishing that you do not find me, afraid of what is to come. Then you enter the bedroom, and you see what can only be the fore-mentioned consequences – confused you just stand there looking at what has been laid out for you. Your mind whirls as you piece together what is in store for you, what you are about to be subjected to. You know what will happen upon your refusal – you are well aware that I know where all the bodies are buried, know every skeleton, every deep dark secret that would leave your life in ruins if certain people would be informed of any one of them, or god forbid, they were to become public knowledge. And you also know I have no qualms about using such knowledge if I deem it prudent to my needs. You breathe in deeply, resigned to your fate. I come up behind you and say matter-of-factly over your shoulder, “I told you there would be consequences…now disrobe.” Are you ready for you Diaper Punishment? To be bound and restrained for your own good? It’s time to experience Maggie for yourself ~ 1.888.430.2010

February 21, 2013

Published by Mommy Maddy at February 21, 2013

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Steam Powered Masturbation Facilitator

You all know how much I adore interesting, unique, and unusual items; especially antique ones (an antique male chastity device and an antique douching system to name a couple – check ‘em out!). Well this latest find certainly makes the grade and does not disappoint! What people can’t cook up! To think, the first fucking machine was steam powered! Wow! Now you know it was some guy, locked up in his little workshop, thinking, “Hmm, now how can I make this dildo hands-free so I can get the sensation of a real good ass-fucking?”, LOL. Or maybe it was a frantic husband that only had a wet noodle between his legs, desperately needed to find a way to satisfy his wife, lest he become a cuckold. Heck, one of these puppies could have been used as a tool of the trade in a bordello! Oh wait, I know – it could very well have been invented by a doctor to help facilitate a prescribed treatment for women suffering from “female hysteria” (the “Dr. Maggy” in me just had to mention that, hehe). In any case, I think it’s true what the say – necessity is truly the mother of invention! Mommy Maggie 1.888.430.2010