*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
Are you an adult baby that’s looking for a long-term mommy for some ABDL fun? Because I love nurturing and loving on all of you little babies and I currently need some new ones for my nursery.
I know that every ABDL is a little bit different, so I’ll make sure to ask you what you need from mommy before we get too far into our call. I want you to be happy with the fun we have when you call me. So, I need to hear all about what you’re craving.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
I convinced Sir to attend trivia night with me recently. He told me that I would owe him big time for making him use his big brain rather than his little one. I shivered as I anticipated being punished for making him think. Of course, we won trivia night and the prize money that went with it. Sir tucked the winnings into my purse to spend on myself at another time. However, he bent down to whisper in my ear that it was time for him to claim his own winnings. I trembled as he ushered me out of the bar by my elbow and into the car taking me home.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
People ask me, constantly, why I do this. It is about understanding the fundamental truth of the human psyche: how much they desire the total absence of responsibility. For me, being a Domme—la Déesse, if you prefer the proper terminology—is the only way I can truly breathe. Everything else is noise. But when someone kneels before me, the world outside vanishes. There is only the weighted silence of utter obligation.
I love the control, of course. Who wouldn’t love the knowledge that a single, slow lift of my eyebrow can shatter a man’s composure? But that’s just the starting point. The real allure is what comes after the initial submission: the raw trust. They put themselves and their entire emotional landscape into my hands. They need me to be sharper, wiser, and crueler than they are capable of being themselves.
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Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
Every girl looks forward to her birthday. It’s a special day when everything is about her. She should be the center of the universe, and Kayla is no different. She was so excited about her party. We spent hours on details for the invitations, decorations, and party favors. She meticulously picked her party outfit and the catering that would wow her guests.
Everything was picture-perfect, until her little brother, Mr. Stinkypampers, did what babies do best. You guessed it! Kayla called me almost in tears, wailing, “Please, Stinkypants Detective, come quick. I know he is here, I can SMELL him, but I can’t find him! I need your nose!”
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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
This is the story about the origin of Spanksgiving. The kitchen was thick with steam that smelled overwhelmingly of simmering basil and crushed tomatoes. Thanksgiving wasn’t complete without Mommy Anna’s infamous Neapolitan sugo, and Ronnie was slumped over the heavy cast iron pot.
“Don’t stop stirring, Ronnie,” Mommy Anna had warned. “We have company coming and this sugo cannot stick. Keep that heat low and that spoon moving!” I slipped into the kitchen hoping for a leftover cookie, but stopped in my tracks when I saw my brother. “Ronnie, you won’t believe it,” I whispered, leaning close to the stove.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I adore my boy. He’s the sweetest, most adorable ABDL munchkin you ever did see, all wrapped up in a crinkly diaper. But there’s just one tiny, rather small secret I’ve been keeping under wraps, quite literally. When my fellow Mamas would gather for their notorious “bragging brunches,” regaling us with tales of their boys’ magnificent, awe-inspiring, frankly colossal dick sizes (yes, we do compare), I’d just sip my mimosa and plaster on a smile.
“Oh, my Aiden’s a real handful,” Brenda would gush, “eight glorious inches, and thick as a soda can! Such a big boy!” Meanwhile, my own sweet boy was, well, more of a charming four. A secret that felt as heavy as a lead diaper, even though it was in reality so impossibly light (and small…oh, so very small!).
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna was busy all-day cooking in the kitchen for Thanksgiving. She had sent Daddy Ron out to get a few last-minute ingredients. Mommy Anna planned it just right because she was expecting her lover to call.
Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414
There’s just somethin’ ‘bout a cowboy that I can’t resist. Most of the gentlemen members at the club are older, successful men in designer suits. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a sucker for a sexy, silver haired sugar daddy. But there’s just somethin’ ‘bout a cowboy that makes my pussy pitter patter. So when my friends invited me to the rodeo, I just couldn’t say no. Some women get off to the smell of leather designer shoes and bags. But I get off to the smell of leather cowboy boots and chaps.
It had to be so obvious that I was walking around on the verge of cumming in my panties. All of those cowboy hats and tight asses in wranglers made me so weak in the knees. Watching them riding while roping the bulls at the same time was such a turn on. One of them especially caught my eye. He was the epitome of masculinity. His body was that of a perfectly chiseled hard working cowboy. And his honey colored curls naturally highlighted by hours out in the sun. That boy was HOT!
Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413
Husbands are like hounds. They must be broken and trained. One of my favorite ways to break a married man is scent training. Take my Boss, Jack, for example. Jack had been married for eighteen years, happily, he claimed. However, when he hired me as his executive assistant, he couldn’t keep his eyes off me, and soon his hands would follow.
Getting Jack to cheat wasn’t tricky. I had asked him one day if I could change in his office, and I “accidentally” left my panties under his desk. Making it look as if I’d just missed them when I picked my clothes up off the floor. I knew as soon as he found them, he’d press them to his nose and his training would begin.
Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462
A woman like myself has earned your worship and devotion. My pleasure should be your focus. A submissive man like you knows your place and duty in my world. You very well know that my pleasure brings you pleasure as well. So, let’s start with you on your knees in front of me. I want to hear all the ways that I’m superior to you and how you long to worship me in many ways. Tell me how you’re unworthy but appreciate my attention and the pleasure I give you. Then describe how you’d like to make me cum several times before I reward you with your own pleasure.