June 7, 2013

Mommy Gets a New Baby Girl

Timmy, my 15 year old son had known how sad Mommy had been because I was never able to have a baby girl. Some one I could dress in pretty things, gossip about boys with, and pass on all my beauty secrets to. After much thought, I devised a plan that would show my boy how he could make me feel better. I had went shopping all day, and it must have been kismet,  because I was able to find everything I needed for my new little girl all in his size! I was so excited and could not wait till he got home from school. “Three o’clock he will be walking through the door any moment now,” I thought to myself with anticipation. “Ah, there he is!” Walking into the house, he greeted me with a happy “HI MOM!” “Hi sweetheart! How are you I am so glad you’re finally home!” I replied. “How was your day Mom?” He asked me. “Well, you know how sad mommy has been with not being able to have a baby girl” He put his head down as the smile slowly left his face.  “Yes, Mom, I know,” he mumbled beneath his breath. “Well, I have a great surprise!” I said with great enthusiasm. “You do, what is it?’” The smile came back to his face and his eyes were all bright with anticipation. I grabbed him by his hand and led him into my bedroom.  On my bed were all kinds of girly things laid out. Diapers, wipes, lotion, bottles, pacifiers, a purple dress with matching socks and ruffled panties, white little shoes, a purple bow and some bracelets, and a hula hoop and a baton.  He looked down at all the things laid out on my bed with surprise. “Are you going to have a baby girl, Mom?” he asked with much curiosity. “Yes, YOU!” I exclaimed. “What???” he questioned in disbelief, his head shaking back and forth as the panic started to spread across his face. “Yes, Honey, you know how depressed Mommy has been, and you don’t want mommy to be sad anymore do you sweetie? “ “No, mom, bu..bu…bu…buttttt…” He stuttered feebly. “Oh yes, you know how much Mommy does for you all the time – that new Wii game; the new iPod; and let’s not forget your new smart phone, shall we? Now it is your turn to do something for mommy, and you will now be my little baby Tammy!”   Like to do a little forced sissification role play? Care to know what it’s like to be turned into this ABDL Mommy’s little Girl? Call and play with me!   Mommy Gina 1.888.430.2010
June 3, 2013

Such a Little Crybaby!

Go ahead and keep crying like a sissy! I told you what would happen if you couldn’t act like a big boi, so don’t even start this crying and begging nonsense! If you can’t be a big boi for Nanny, then you’ll be my little girl. No! No sense crying and trying to look pitiful, you were warned and chose not to listen. Nanny has rules, and you have to obey them without question. There now, take a deep breath, dry your eyes and listen to Nanny. Bring your weepy sissy self over here on Nanny’s lap and let’s calm down a little my ABy. If you’ll just listen, and do as Nanny says, she has a special treat for you. No…I can’t tell you what it is because it’s a surprise! But, I’ll give you a hint…are you listening? It’s long and hard and just for you, my sissy! Nanny Ella 1-888-430-2010
May 31, 2013

Out of Control ABie

I had a very naughty abie to tend to today. Oh my goodness. He was left with a sitter and decided to be as mischievous as possible. I told him that IF he could be good for he would get a story at the end of the night. Miss Samantha even brought over his favorite book from her house. Did he behave? No. Then after a fit, and one problem after another he had the nerve to demand a story – silly, silly belligerent ABie. He has never treated her that way before. I think he was just itching to see what Mommy would do to him. Miss Samantha called me. I got him on the phone and said, “I will call when I am nearly home. When that happens I expect you to be in the corner, where I am sending you now.” So I got home, put up my things, and called for him. I got my hairbrush and tore that sassy bottom all up. Miss Samantha was shocked to see him spanked to tears. I think she felt a little bad for the stinker. I was so embarrassed though, at how he acted. I had him sit on that special punishment stool. The one with prickles for spanked bums. He had to sit there and write an apology to Miss Samantha and then a write off for Mommy (he had to write lines for a quite some time). Once all was done, I hugged him, talked to him, and he went to bed. I know today at work though he is well reminded of what Mommy will do to him.    Mommy Scarlet 1.888.430.2010
May 23, 2013

Memorial Day

As Memorial Day approaches, I think about how thankful I am for those who serve. I’d love to show my appreciation, in so many ways. I had a dream last night about it, in fact. I ran into you on some random street and when I leaned up and whispered “Thank you” in your ear, I felt your little soldier begin to salute. Smiling, I told you that I’d love to show you how well I can play the bugle. Intrigued, you laced my arm through yours and led me back to your Hummer. Climbing up into the seat, you introduced me to the Bugle Boy and I blew a little Boogie Woogie song for you. It must have really touched you, because it took your breath and brought tears to your eyes. I’m glad I’ve been practicing! It was just a little something to thank you for protecting these mountains, and the valley, that I call home. Mommy Sara http://www.phoneamommy.com/sara.html Must be 18+ US & Canada: 1.888.430.2010 or 1.888.938.8382 Intl.: 011.1.714.442.2402 All calls discreetly billed as ‘ME LLC’ // Calls 1.99/min + 2.50 connection fee // Text sessions 1.49/min
May 18, 2013

Hypnotized: Fall under Mommy’s Spell

You thought you were a grown man: strong, powerful, independent.  But then you met me, and all that came into question.  The more you spent time in my company, the more you slipped under my spell.  As you would listen to the soft caress of my voice and peer into my eyes, you became lost in them, in me.  I lull you into compliance as I start the process of your age regression, hypnotically regressing you back further and further, until you are my darling little one.  The memory of how it felt to be held in mommy’s arms, so soft and comforting, is renewed once more.  Your independent thoughts are replaced with one simple truth – that nothing exists except for Mommy and you, her precious little ABie, helpless and dependent on your new Mommy for every little thing.     Let Mommy take care of you, making all your AB/DL fantasies become more real then you ever dreamed possible.     Maggie 1.888.430.2010
May 14, 2013

Sweet Sissy Dreams Little ABy

Now I lay you down to sleep Little Sissy oh so sweet Snuggled up, sucking your thumb We’ll play some more when morning comes Now close your eyes, drift off my dear Safe and sound with Mommy near I hear your breathing getting deep That’s it my ABy, off to sleep Mommy Sara http://www.phoneamommy.com/sara.html Must be 18+ US & Canada: 1.888.430.2010 or 1.888.938.8382 Intl.: 011.1.714.442.2402 All calls discreetly billed as ‘ME LLC’ // Calls 1.99/min + 2.50 connection fee // Text sessions 1.49/min
May 12, 2013

Special Candy

Uh-oh. You got into the candy drawer, didn’t you? I don’t know how many times I’ve told you to keep your hands out of there or there would be consequences. Well I had to do something didn’t I, otherwise you’d never learn your lesson. So were they good? The chocolates I mean. Let’s take a look at the damage, hmm. Ohhh hehehehe, you ate all of them. Every last one. Do you know how many there were? Thirty. That’s how many came in the box. See, 30 count. Have a look yourself. Hehehehe, what’s that look on your face for? You thought those were just plain old chocolates hmm? No, no, no, those were special lesson learning chocolates haha. Haven’t you ever had a chocolate flavored laxative before? You seem to have a taste for them now. And you know what the beauty of this is? Two birds with one stone. See, I don’t think you’ll be putting your fingers in the candy drawer anymore – and unless you want to be messing all over the place for the next 12 hours, I think you’re probably getting over your aversion to diapers right about now. And you better make it quick, with the amount of laxatives you just had, I’d say you have only minutes before you start filling your pants. Betty 888-430-2010  
May 2, 2013

Strict, NOT Mean AB Mommy

Sometimes I think the two terms, strict and mean, get confused.  To me, strict is an important thing for little ones – it comes from a place of love, not malice.  It teaches little ones and ABies what is acceptable behavior and what is not; what is safe and what can harm them.  Being a strict AB Mommy says I care and love you enough to want the very best for you – that I care enough to want to make sure that you know how to make the right choices, and how to navigate life successfully in the future, when I am not there to guide them.  Being strict means giving them the well needed rules they need to function properly.  Whether they want to admit it or not, Abies and sissies alike not only need those boundaries put in place, but also need to know that crossing those boundaries have very real consequences. And of course that means that punishments are always implemented – consistency is the key here.  Otherwise, they may come to think that the rules are something that can be circumnavigated, which then leads them to think that the rules are for everyone else BUT them; that these well thought out rules don’t really mean anything – I simply can’t have that.  This is the reason why I am ever vigilant with all my little ones, Abies and Sissies.   So if this vigilance is ever construed as “mean”, then let me assure you, my strictness is done only with your very best interests at heart – and NOT done as a way to appease a mean, vindictive, sadistic side of me that extracts extreme pleasure, enjoyment and satisfaction in seeing my little ones writhe in pain and suffering… nooo…nooo… not at all, hehehehehe.     Strict AB Mommy Lexus 1.888.430.2010
April 28, 2013

Sissy Pageant Training

Guess what’s coming up, sweet sissies? A very special sissy pageant! There’s so much we need to do in preparation. First things first of course, we’ve got to get you started working on your pageant walk. We’ll have you practice walking around the house and completing your sissy chores while you wear your heels. And of course we’ll have to start working on your wardrobe. Oooh I’m gonna get the prettiest, poofiest, most sparkly pageant dresses for you to prance across that stage in. And your hair, well we’ll have to get you a nice wig I think. Something big and full. Maybe some big blond curls hmm? Now I can be very competitive and I know the other mommies are too, so you can bet your bottom I’ll be standing back stage giving you directions while you show off. Remember, always smile and give the judges a little wave. As for your talent… well we’re just gonna have to come up with something extra special aren’t we. Don’t you worry, we’ll make sure whatever it is, its something that sticks in the judges minds. You better take this pageant seriously now, sissy. ‘Cause if you don’t get first place there’s gonna be some serious punishment! Mommy Liz 1.888.430.2010
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