Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mistress Anna found a new Sissy Slut slave. She caged her, diapered her, and dressed her up in a French maid latex outfit. She ordered her to do chores all around the house.
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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
There was a surprise baby shower at work today for Jenelle. Seeing all of those sweet little clothes and the tiny toys got me all hot and bothered. We played diaper-changing games, and it just reminded me how much I loved that newborn stage—the snuggles and smells. Mama was getting baby fever, BAD!
I left work early and went right to the baby store. Unfortunately, this fever only had one cure! I needed to have my baby back!
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
The garden was a kaleidoscope of pastel eggs, yet an unmistakable stench was wafting over the tulips like a mischievous cloud of teen rebellion. “Cory, do you smell that?” Felicity whispered, the same way a detective would whisper about a clue in a noir film. I inhaled deeply, feeling the pungent aroma coil around my nostrils. We both knew that somewhere among the plastic toy eggs hid the source of this olfactory offense.
I never thought an Easter egg hunt could turn into a forensic diaper investigation but there we were. Both Felicity and I were swaddled in our favorite sexy “Mama” dresses and armed with nothing but our noses and an absurdly over‑ambitious sense of duty. We started at the base of the old oak tree and followed the scent trail like a pair of highly trained sleuths. Each step brought us closer to a whiff of something that could only be described as “rotten booty.”
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Mama Felicity 1844-332-2693 Ext 270
“Have you put him in the wheelbarrow position?” I asked Mary, who was complaining that her adult baby wasn’t responding to her punishment techniques. Debbie nodded and pointed at me.
“That’s a great suggestion. I bet the little wise ass would smarten up then!” We laughed, but Mary shrugged, a little defeated by how bad her baby was. I’m sure she hated how we all knew it, too.
“I don’t even know what that position is.” There was a sadness in her voice that made me put my arm around her and pull her in close. As her best Mommy friend, I’d be sure to show her how to get that boy in line!
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
My sweet adult baby was being agnostic about having to go to bed at his bed time. However, this Mommy is a stickler for her babies getting proper rest and following all of Mommy’s rules. Mommy Zoey holds tenacious rules for my little ones. It’s important for babies to have schedules and rules to follow to keep them healthy and happy. Even when a little one thinks they don’t need such things. Mommy Zoey knows what’s best for my little boys and girls.
Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463
Welcome lovelies. This is going to be a bit different than usual. I have a few new ideas on how to run my week that I would love to share with you all. I have a few specialties, but as you can probably tell, I’m trying to learn more and branch out. So, this is going to be an experiment of sorts.
I’m going to start specializing in a different niche each day of the week, but of course, I’m open and will do whatever you want. But this is how I’d like to try things.
Dominatrix Wednesday – Let me control your every whim and don’t forget, you can’t cum without my permission, and if you do, you’ll get a punishment worse than what your imagination can think of.
Slutty Sissy Thirsty Thursday – Where are all my girly sissies at? Ready to get dressed up and feel sexy and then get plowed by my strap-on? You know where to find me.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
I had just woken up beside my sweet ABDL Valentine, David. He was already awake. “Mama, Mama, I had a dream!” David exclaimed, as his eyes sparkled with excitement. He was wearing his favorite blue onesie and a snug pampers.
“What was your dream about, baby?” I asked, pulling him closer for a cuddle. “I dreamed that you played with me and made me make cummies in my diaper!” he said. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment almost as soon as he said the words out loud. Still, I could see a hint of hopefulness in his eyes.
Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463
Mommy’s going to take really good care of you this evening. You’re getting to be such a good boy these days. Let’s start with a nice warm bath. I take off your shirt and bottoms, including your dirty diaper. You step into the bathtub and sit down, relaxing in the warm water. Now it’s time to bathe you little one.
I grab the bath sponge and soap it up and run it over your back and front, making sure to clean it all. I get your little arms and little legs all clean. Last but certainly not least, I clean your little peepee and make sure to soap it up real nice. I know you love the way your little peepee feels when I clean and massage it.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Kayla and I have a very special talent. No, I don’t mean the obvious ones like sucking cock and fucking your brains out. I mean, our ability to smell out any and every stinky Pamper out in the world. It’s not a talent that we expected to develop or market. But here we are. So now, Kayla and I use our highly sensitive noses to smell out smelly little boys and girls who try to avoid getting their Pampers changed. So many little ones love the feel of their squishy, messy diapers and try to hide so they can sit in it and enjoy it.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
Kevin hadn’t “pottied” in three days. THREE DAYS. He claimed he was “saving up for a big one.” I didn’t know what that meant at the time, but let’s just say I know now. And I’d rather not discuss it over dinner. When I finally cornered him in the living room, surrounded by crumpled diapers like a hoarder’s confession, he gave me those big eyes and whispered “I wike diapers, Cory.” Try as I might, he really didn’t want to use the potty.
Changing him was always a challenge. Last time, he flopped dramatically onto the changing mat I laid out and whined that the powder irritated his “tushie sensors.” I’m not kidding. Actual phrase. I tried to stay professional, like a diaper-disposal Navy SEAL, but then he giggled and let one rip simultaneously while I had his legs in the air, and I lost it. I mean, I didn’t get angry or anything. Instead, I laughed like a maniac, which only encouraged him to do it again. Sigh.