Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna called and sat Sissy Slut Bob down. She told her Sissy Slut that they needed to talk. Sissy Slut bob had been working hard for Mommy Anna, but this time, a specific group of clientele had reached out to her. Not a group of horny men, not college boys, nor was it Mommy Anna’s girlfriends or the neighborhood soccer moms… No….
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2693 Ext 270
Every Year on Mother’s Day, I like to host a single Mama’s brunch. I invite over all my girlfriends who are raising smelly babies all by themselves and treat them to bottomless mimosas and girl time. I had everything all set up perfectly yesterday when the doorbell chimed, announcing my guests. As I walked from the kitchen through the living room, a vile stink slapped me in the face.
“Pyyyouuuu! What is that smell?!” I waved my hand in front of my face, horrified that this smell would be the first thing to greet my guests. Then I saw the source of the stink! Mr. Stinky Pampers was squatting near the couch with his toy trucks in his hands.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
You’ve given me control of your bladder. Now it’s up to me whether you get potty privileges or not. You know I’m leaning heavily toward the not side of things. If you thought that I’d put you in diapers, you thought wrong. Because I find it much more fun and satisfying to make you tinkle in your pants. When we go out on outings, I tell you to let me know when you need to potty. I give you hope that I’ll take you and let you wee when the time comes. But you don’t see the wicked thought inside my head that will end with you walking around in wet pants in front of everyone.
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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna sat her Sissy Slut Bob down for a talk. She told him she thought of yet a new way they could make money: a Sissy Slut workshop where women would attend and learn how to turn their own husbands and boyfriends and faggots into good little sissy sluts.
Miqala 844-332-2639 ext 447
Hello sweetheart. Are you Mommy Miqala’s Sissy Baby? You might come to me thinking you are a man, but those silly thoughts won’t last. First will start with an offer. I’ll show you blue plastic panties in my left hand and pink plastic panties. I’ll see it in your eyes before you even have a second to think. Your eyes automatically glance toward the pink panties. “Pick correctly if you want Mommy’s special touches.”
You know what that means. You won’t get those touches if you hold onto that silly thought of being a man. Plastic panties are embarrassing enough because you know I am going to turn you into a helpless baby, but now I want more from you. Your shacky hand lifts, your face turning such a pretty pink, almost matching the panties you point to. I toss the blue plastic panties aside and caress your chest softly. “Good girl,” I say, smiling at you.
XXOO Laylene 1-844-332-2639 ext 419 – OOXX Anna 1-844-332-2639 ext 203
It was Tami’s birthday, and she bursted through the nursery like a bat out of hell screaming it all throughout the house: ‘’it’s my birthdayyyyy! Mommies! Where’s my mommies. It’s Tamis birthday!!!!!!!!”” running everywhere in her actual birthday suit. When she came downstairs she was met with Mommy Laylene and Mommy Anna. They were sitting dressed to the nines in their black stockings, lingerie and high heels. There was a big pink box on the coffee table with a bow on it. ‘’Go ahead,’’ said Laylene ‘’open it!’’ Tami ripped through the bow and wrapping, thrashing it everywhere. Tami gasped with joy when she finally opened it to see what it was.
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 had me putting my arm around her and pulling her in close. As her best Mommy friend, I’d be sure to show her how to get that boy in line!
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Once we arrived back at his office, I could not help but notice he was now holding on to that briefcase for dear life, meaning only one thing there must be something more he does not wish for me to see. At this point my mind was ablaze with curiosity, as my panties were becoming wetter and wetter with anticipation shall we get to that contract I asked, he was now seated on the leather couch in the office.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Anna had begun dating an older man. He had a naughty bratty son who was always getting himself into trouble. One day the man had to go on a business trip and left Anna and his son alone at home. Anna was to cook him meals and make sure he went to school and behaved while his dad was away.
Miqala 844-332-2639 ext 447
Have you had a bad day, babyboy? I bet it’s been a long one for you. Boss on your back, wife bitching and whining, everyone wants something from you, and you’re just so tired of it all. Exhausted even. Do you need a break, babyboy?
It’s going to be okay. Welcome to Mommy Miqala’s Special Place for Good Boys.Come to me as you are, all drained and tired and fed up with everyone demanding things of you. I’ll wrap you up in loving arms and caress you softly. I’ll listen if you want to talk, or I can regress you into a version of your younger self. Let’s go back to a time when you had no responsibilities or accountabilities. All a babyboy needs is his Mommy.