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 1-888-430-2010
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 1, 2011

Enemas it does a body good!

Hello Class, please quickly take your seats we have a big day planned! Today, is Enema Day! The only time you are expelled without being sent home *laughs sadistically* I have a variety of methods we will use today both bag and disposable enemas. I have laced the bottles and sippy cups that are on your desk, Please drink up! I have a stack of diapers, suppositories and various butt plugs. So we will begin with the front row, everyone will come to the front of the class and let the expelling begin! Mizz Rebecca 1 888 430 2010
September 10, 2011

One Inch Tall

If you were only one inch tall, you’d ride a worm to school. The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool. A crumb of cake would be a feast And last you seven days at least, A flea would be a frightening beast If you were one inch tall. If you were only one inch tall, you’d walk beneath the door, And it would take about a month to get down to the store. A bit of fluff would be your bed, You’d swing upon a spider’s thread, And wear a thimble on your head If you were one inch tall. You’d surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum. You couldn’t hug your mama, you’d just have to hug her thumb. You’d run from people’s feet in fright, To move a pen would take all night, (This poem took fourteen years to write– ‘Cause I’m just one inch tall). by Shel Silverstein Silvie Enjoy the shrinking fantasy would so enjoy doing that to you
August 14, 2011

Diapered Twenty Four Seven

How many days in a row have you had accidents in your underwear and your bed?  ABDL Mommy Star has lost her patience with you and today when you come home from work I am going to have to put you into diapers like a little Adult baby.   I imagine your going to resist and refuse to wear diapers but when I threaten to tell all your family and friends that you’re a big adult baby who still has accidents in his pants you quickly change your mind…tehehehe that’s a good adult baby now lay down for Mommy so I can diaper you. Call me for all your ABDL and diaper lover fantasies Mommy Star 888-430-2010
April 25, 2011

The Jumblies

THEY went to sea in a sieve, they did; In a sieve they went to sea: In spite of all their friends could say, On a winter’s morn, on a stormy day, In a sieve they went to sea. And when the sieve turned round and round, And every one cried, “You’ll all be drowned!” They called aloud, “Our sieve ain’t big; But we don’t care a button, we don’t care a fig: In a sieve we’ll go to sea!” Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Jumblies live; Their heads are green and their hands are blue; And they went to sea in a sieve. II They sailed away in a sieve, they did, In a sieve they sailed so fast, With only a beautiful pea-green veil Tied with a ribbon by way of a sail, To a small tobacco-pipe mast. And every one said who saw them go, “Oh! won’t they soon be upset, you know? For the sky is dark and the voyage is long, And, happen what may, it’s extremely wrong In a sieve to sail so fast.” Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Jumblies live; Their heads are green and their hands are blue; And they went to sea in a sieve. III The water it soon came in, it did; The water it soon came in: So, to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet In a pinky paper all folded neat; And they fastened it down with a pin. And they passed the night in a crockery-jar; And each of them said, “How wise we are! Though the sky be dark, and the voyage be long, Yet we never can think we were rash or wrong, While round in our sieve we spin.” Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Jumblies live; Their heads are green and their hands are blue; And they went to sea in a sieve. IV And all night long they sailed away; And when the sun went down, They whistled and warbled a moony song To the echoing sound of a coppery gong, In the shade of the mountains brown. “O Timballoo! How happy we are When we live in a sieve and a crockery-jar! And all night long, in the moonlight pale, We sail away with a pea-green sail In the shade of the mountains brown.” Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Jumblies live; Their heads are green, and their hands are blue; And they went to sea in a sieve. V They sailed to the Western Sea, they did,– To a land all covered with trees; And they bought an owl and a useful cart, And a pound of rice, and a cranberry-tart, And a hive of silvery bees; And they bought a pig, and some green jackdaws, And a lovely monkey with lollipop paws, And forty bottles of ring-bo-ree, And no end of Stilton cheese. Far and […]
April 18, 2011

The Easter Bunny

There’s a story quite funny, About a toy bunny, And the wonderful things she can do; Every bright Easter morning, Without warning, She colors eggs, red, green, or blue. Some she covers with spots, Some with quaint little dots, And some with strange mixed colors, too — Red and green, blue and yellow, But each unlike his fellow Are eggs of every hue. And it’s odd, as folks say, That on no other day In all of the whole year through, Does this wonderful bunny, So busy and funny, Color eggs of every hue. If this story you doubt She will soon find you out, And what do you think she will do? On the next Easter morning She’ll bring you without warning, Those eggs of every hue. by M. Josephine Todd, 1909 Lily
March 29, 2011

true sissy friendship

1. When you are sad — I will jump on the person who made you sad like a spider monkey jacked up on mountain dew. 2. When you are blue — I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you. 3. When you smile — I will know you are plotting something that I must be involved in. 4. When you are scared — I will rag on you about it every chance I get. 5. When you are worried — I will tell you horrible stories about how much Worse it could be until you quit whining. 6. When you are confused — I will use little words. 7. When you are sick — Stay away from me until you are well Again. I don’t want whatever you have. 8. When you fall — I will point and laugh at your clumsy butt. 9. This is my oath…. I pledge it to the end. ”Why?” you may ask. ”Because…you are my friend”. Friendship is like peeing in your pants; everyone can see it, But only you can feel the true warmth.. Silvie by Mark Alan Keyser
November 8, 2010

Thanksgiving Is a Moment to Remember

Thanksgiving is a moment to remember How little we can do to move the stars. All we are and have we must surrender, Nor is Earth less inscrutable than Mars. Knowing this, we know the need for friends Sharing both our pleasures and our pain, Giving, though it may not serve their ends, In joy the love that will our love sustain. Very much like water in a lake, In sum we serve as mirrors to the sky. No one alone can heaven’s picture take. Given friends, we know the reason why. Mommy Lorraine
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