Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
Mothers come in all shapes and sizes. Some are sweet, and some are wicked. This Giant Mother is seven feet tall and knows how to make even the biggest man be her baby. Are you feeling overwhelmed and insecure about your day-to-day performance as a man? Sure you are; you don’t have to keep hiding.
Crawl over to your Giant Mother Felicity and find yourself lost in the world of days long gone.
Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244
Having big, fat boobs is hard on a woman’s back. Things thing spring up early on, and I’ve had back pain for years! Thinkin’ I could do somethin’ about it, I went to this hippy dippy voodoo shop hidden in a back alley downtown. Now, I told that weird-looking lady with all the spices and potions that I couldn’t afford a breast reduction, so I needed a potion that would shrink my mammoth titties, and she said she had just the thing.
She must have been as bad at magic as she was about bathin’ cus not only did she stink, but she didn’t reduce my tit size at all! Instead, now whenever a man sucks on my juicy titties, his age regresses! Continue reading “Age Regression Titty Milk”
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.
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.
You come to me as a man, but I know what you really want. You want to be Regressed You into a Baby. This isn’t about roleplaying or having a scene. You want this literally, figuratively, and from someone who knows how to get into your mind and take you on this journey. You need someone who, just for a while, can take away all the weight of life’s responsibilities.
I’ll start with the man. Then, step by step, I will strip away the years. First, a younger man who had fewer responsibilities. You’ll slowly feel the weight of the older man fading away. But then we go deeper.
Miqala 844-332-2639 ext 447
I’m Dominant Mommy Miqala. I will become your safe place, your salvation, the escape you need from your everyday life. My mature, commanding voice voice will mesmerize you, control you, and allow you to surrender to me. Because that is what you need, imagine it for a moment.
You will not have control, you won’t have to make any decisions, and your body and mind will surrender safely in my hands. That is what you need. No accountability, no responsibility. Just you and me having fun together as you enjoy my control. Continue reading “Dominant Mommy Miqala”
It’s finally the weekend and I’m in need of a drink. So I find my way to a local bar. A whole bunch of hotties, but I spot this one handsome man in the corner, from the looks of it he looks about twice my age. Now I don’t have a problem with older men, but my only issue is that I often find that they can’t keep up with my fine young ass. So I have a little something special in my bag to put him right where I want him. Let’s see if the trick up my sleeve really works on this fella. I ask the bartender to serve me two of the same drink she’s serving him. She makes my drinks pronto, and I take out my special age regression ingredient and drop it right into one of the glasses.
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
You’re in BIG trouble, Mister! Look what I found on the living room floor! The diaper I put on you just a few minutes ago was lying all ripped up like some wild beast shredded it off you! Now, I know you don’t like your diapers, baby, but you have to wear them. But, I understand that you can’t be trusted to keep it on like a good boy, so Mommy is going to put on a fresh diaper and push your hands into these big baby gloves.
Do you know the kind that keeps babies from scratching? These ones are special, though! They have locks at the wrist so I can connect your hands behind your back and keep you from taking off your diaper! Of course, that’s all better, isn’t it? I know you won’t be able to squirm out of the new diaper now!
Back before I became a domme I had something else I enjoyed doing. Yes, Dommes have pasts. When I was living in France and was just getting into the sexual fun I so much enjoy now. I was dabbling in all sorts of different activities. In the black ally district as we call it in France.
Having been into a club that had an offering of different rooms. Each catering to different needs and wants. Everyone and everything was different. Enjoying this as each night I never knew what to expect. I came in one night and the owner came right up to me.
Pandora 1 844 332 2639 ext 283
Making age regression phone sex magic entailed tricking a teen bully into eating some delicious cookies. When a boy I babysit came home crying for the sixth time this week, I put my secret plan into action. I called JB over to my door as I held a plate of fresh chocolate chip cookies.
At first he gave me a smug, teenage, snarky attitude however was easily won over by my sweet treats. Because I knew his age regression was coming, I put on my sweetest face, and my kindest words. I explained that Sam’s mom would get angry with me,”so even if you don’t mean it to please say sorry.”