November 10, 2011

Nanny Ella’s Toy Box

Nanny Ella’s Nursery is well-stocked with all kinds of fun toys for Abies to play with but only my most special little ones get to peek in Nanny’s own personal toy box. It’s full of bright plastic toys but not like the ones in the nursery! This one is called a dildo. I know, it’s a funny name, and it’s even more fun to play with. Curious little ones will always have their questions answered with an explanation and if necessary, a demonstration. Wouldn’t you like to know what Nanny does with this shiny black plastic dildo? I’ll show you, but only if you promise not to tell your Mommy or the other little ones in the nursery. It will be our little secret. *kisses* AB Nanny Ella 1-888-430-2010
November 9, 2011

incontinence

Poor little peepee pants Sammy. What am I going to do with him? He tells me these hilarious stories about being a man, and about being a big boy who is too big for diapers. That’s not what the wet spots on his jeans say though. Those wet spots to me say I need a diaper, someone please diaper me. If you saw pee pee pants Sammy walking around wet as rain what would you do? He thinks I’m a meanie for saying maybe I should put him in diapers. He has a big diaper fetish though, he’s not fooling me I wasn’t born yesterday. I’ll just keep telling peepee pants that it’s alright and Miss Liz has it under control. Miss Lizabeth
November 4, 2011

Good Ol’ Fashioned Flogging

Now this is what I call a good ol’ fashioned flogging!  A nice alternative to your classic spanking or paddling! (wouldn’t want to get stuck in a rut, would we?)  I love the whole antique vibe, right down to the vintage lingerie and period hair style.  And the way they turned an ordinary piece of rope into an effective flogger/spanking implement?  I lovely piece of ingenuity!  Makes you wonder what went on behind those heavy mahogany doors of yester years!   Mommy Gina 1*888*430*2010   ** over the knee spankings * diaper punishment * domme mommy * Adult Baby/Diaper Lover Mommy **
October 28, 2011

Abie in a Bib

One of my favorite role play scenarios involves punishing an irresponsible and immature husband or boyfriend. I recently had the opportunity to play this out with a caller and I was particularly interested in humiliating him. I explained to my man of the moment that he wasn’t living up to my expectations and informed him that I had a plan that would give him a chance to make up for it and at the same time rectify the situation. My plan starts with a shopping trip and ends with my delinquent boyfriend powdered and diapered, in a cute bonnet, a rattle in one hand and a bib around his neck while I spoon mashed bananas into his mouth. Sounds simple but it’s not always easy to make a grown man understand that his place is in a diaper, in a bib, in a crib. It was the bib that broke him. We were standing in the store and even with a cart full of supplies he wouldn’t accept what was happening. I told him that we weren’t leaving without a bib and he was going to choose which one. We had a bit of a stand-off but he eventually conceded that he liked the blue one, the one with the rabbits on it. It was a downhill battle from there and baby became very compliant once he understood that I was going to teach him and train him from the start. Good fun, all in all. Call Nanny Ella for naughty ab/dl phone sex role play. 1-888-430-2010 | $1.99/minute 18+ Billed as Madison Enterprise
October 20, 2011

Petticoat Discipline : The ROYAL Treatment

DEAR READERS, MY LYRICS WRITTEN BELOW, ARE TO BE SUNG TO THE TUNE OF THE LULLABY ENTITLED “HUSH LITTLE BABY” **************** Hush prissy sissy, don’t say a word, Mo-mmys sick of you act-ing ab-surd… If you’re whin-ing does not stop, Go-nna pin you down and jump on top… If you still keep sa-ssin’ me, Mo-mmys go-nna throw a-way the key… To your hand-cuffs locked up tight, Give in si-ssy you can’t fight… First you will be cor-set-ed, Your tu-mmy will be sucked in.. That’s too bad if you can’t breathe, Guess you should start min-ding me… Act like you are roy-al-ty, Now you’ll dress like it, you see… In Mar-ie An-toi-nette’s dress, And wig, what fab-u-lous-ness! Make you strut your stuff just like, You’re queen of Pa-lace Ver-sailles! You’ve had it co-ming you see, For acting pri-ssy and mean… When you treat me like that slut, Your mouth will then be forced shut.. Pe-tti-coat disc-i-pline works, It corr-ects be-ha-vior quirks… When you’re laughed at, oh so rude, It co-rrects your a-tti-tude… Next comes that which makes me purr, I tear your a-dult dia-per… Then I stick my head un-der, Your dress and you start to sqirm… It turns Mo-mmy on real quick, Play-ing with your sissy dick… Forced to cum deep in my throat, You feel shamed, that floats my boat! Love hu-mi-li-a-ting you, E-ven when you cry, boo hoo 🙁 Per-haps you will act hum-ble, For a while, till you crum-ble… Un-til the time comes soon when, We must do this all again… Till you learn your le-sson son, Mo-mmy will keep having fun;) *************************** With Love To All My Naughty Sissies! *************************** XOXO, Miss Cate 1-888-430-2010 http://www.phoneamommy.com/specials.html http://www.phonesexwithcate.blogspot.com
October 20, 2011

Consequences

You get a call from me at work – I’m disturbingly cold as I inform you that I know what you have done…and there will be consequences…severe consequences for your actions, and then I simply hang up.  You are left in a state of panic as you search your brain for a clue as to what I have discovered, taking an inventory of what wrongs you have perpetrated (it could be one of many you surmise).  When you arrive home, you call out for me, but no voice answers back.  You move from one room to the next, searching, but half wishing that you do not find me, afraid of what is to come.     Then you enter the bedroom, and you see what can only be the fore-mentioned consequences – confused you just stand there looking at what has been laid out for you.  Your mind whirls as you piece together what is in store for you, what you are about to be subjected to.  You know what will happen upon your refusal – you are well aware that I know where all the bodies are buried, know every skeleton, every deep dark secret that would leave your life in ruins if certain people would be informed of any one of them, or god forbid, they were to become public knowledge.  And you also know I have no qualms about using such knowledge if I deem it prudent to my needs.  You breathe in deeply, resigned to your fate. I come up behind you and say matter-of-factly over your shoulder, “I told you there would be consequences…now disrobe.”   Maggie ~~Your go-to mommy for all your secret diaper punishment and diaper bondage desires 1*888*430*2010
October 18, 2011

Scare Me

  Oh I love Halloween!  I love all the decorations and the macabre.  And I especially love being scared and scaring others heeheeheehee!!  Now this is where being a diaper lover/ABie gets its perks – see, when you get scared sh**less while watching some horror flick or someone comes up behind you and makes you jump ten feet in the air, you don’t have to worry about wetting your pants – you already have a diaper on!!  (That’s going on the list of reasons to wear a diaper – check!!)  Well anyways, Happy Halloween ALL!!!   Mommy Gina 1*888*430*2010
October 6, 2011

Powerless

A darkened hallway You see a figure walk towards you, slowly I come into focus, our eyes lock You are powerless to turn away…… My hand reaches out to you It caresses the side of your face Still powerless…… Not being able to resist, I lean in and kiss you gently on the lips The taste upon your lips is unfamiliar – Not unpleasant It leaves a tingling sensation, One that starts to spread throughout your body With each moment that passes Your strength seems to be melting away Powerless against the sensation…… I move to your ear, whispering Everything will be fine You try to turn your head towards mine, You find you are powerless to do so I pull your head down to my exposed breast You try to resist, but can not My warm milk flows freely into your waiting mouth, Powerless to stop it…… As my milk fills you, something strange starts to happen… You find yourself shrinking, Diminishing against my breast…… My hands now holding you… …smaller now… …even smaller… …powerless to stop it…… Powerless to stop feeding…… With each suckle you shrink Regressing even more Until at last you find yourself nestled in my arms My gaze looking down at you, Smiling sweetly, Cooing at my new baby…… Powerless in my embrace…… I turn back down towards the darkened hallway Your transformation complete …enveloped by my arms… …powerless……   Mommy Maggie 1*888*430*2010   Specializing in, among other things, ** age regression * shrinking fetish *  sci/fi /fantasy fetish **  
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