October 16, 2010
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Will you Walk into my Parlour…

“Will you walk into my Parlour, said the Spider to the Fly” – I absolutely adore that line.  It always goes through my head as I lure an unsuspecting victim into my lair.  They always seem quite surprised when they find themselves trapped in such a state – unable to escape, to run away, or sometimes even move LOL!  Forced to submit to and accept their new life, be it as an aby, a sissy, or my personal play thing.  Yes indeed, I do so adore that line!  So what say you, my little fly?  Will you walk into my parlour? Mommy Gina 1*888*430*2010
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October 9, 2010
Published by Diaper Sissy at October 9, 2010
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Steam Power

Well, here we go, yet another interesting antique.  What people can’t cook up!  To think, the first fucking machine was steam powered!  Wow!  Now you know it was some guy, locked up in his little workshop, thinking, “Hmm, now how can I make this dildo hands-free so I can get the sensation of a real good ass-fucking?”  Or maybe it was a desperate husband that only had a wet noodle between his legs, and needed to find a way to satisfy his wife.  Can you imagine, one of these puppies in a bordello as a tool of the trade?  In any case, I think it’s true what the say – necessity is truly the mother of invention! Mommy Maggie 1*888*430*2010
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October 2, 2010
Published by Diaper Sissy at October 2, 2010
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Bare or Hair?

There has been some discussion if ABies should shave from the neck down or not as of late.  I believe that this is a perfect example as to why all you little ones should indeed go bare. The only question now is should one use a blade, clippers, or wax.  Perhaps something a little more permanent – maybe electrolysis or laser treatments?  Me?  I think that I would like to use wax for my babies (and I’m talking about waxing them personally, or at least escorting them to the salon to instruct the technician and to oversee the entire procedure, hehe).  But I think we can all agree, at least in this case, bare is DEFINITELY better then hair! Mommy Gina 1*888*430*2010
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September 18, 2010
Published by Diaper Sissy at September 18, 2010
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Time-Out Chair

Look what I got for all my naughty, naughty little ones! A special chair just for you. And I have a special place for it - right in the corner. Won’t eat your veggies? Talking back to Mommy Gina? Were you being mean to the other little ones on the playground? Then in the chair you will go! But before you end up in the chair, Mommy Gina will have to paddle that little hinnie of yours. So next time you think about being bad, just remember that you will end up in this chair – with a very red hinnie! Mommy Gina 1*888*430*2010
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September 5, 2010
Published by Diaper Sissy at September 5, 2010
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Mommy Dearest

Ok, so I know that I can usually be seen as a sweet, loving mommy who likes to have lots of fun – and that’s true (mostly). But there is a strict, dommy side that I like to indulge in as well. With that in mind, let me share with you what I have been pondering. Seems that some little ones like to be mommy’s little helper, or be trained as sissy maids. This is all fine and dandy, but rarely are the chores set before them done to my satisfaction. Now the question is what is the appropriate punishment that will instill a proper work ethic and make them strive to perform to my standards? The first punishment for failure might seem a bit harsh – an enema administered with an inflatable nozzle to ensure non-leakage. Then the task would have to be performed again while they hold their water, nozzle still in place. I would be standing over them watching every movement, with a stop watch in hand, but not giving any signs of approval or disapproval. This would add to the anxiety that they would already be feeling. I would not even tell them the time frame in which the task would have to be performed and, trust me, there would indeed be a time requirement. If, after the second go at the task they have failed once again, then they would go over my knee, bare-assed, water still inside them, and be given a long and harsh paddling. The nozzle would be removed, but instead of letting them got to the potty to empty their bowels, the diaper would go back on, with a very snug pair of rubber pants over top of them. This would force them to fill their diaper to the brim while they try and complete the task yet again. Now, if for some reason the chore was not done properly yet again, well, lets just say that I have a very long list of punishments at my disposal – from guzzling castor oil, being forced to hold a bar of soap in their mouth with their teeth, various forms of spankings with various implements, the tightly tying of genitalia, and the standing in a metal wash tub in the front yard until there is crap streaming out the edges of the diaper and down their legs. And I haven’t even touched on the subject of what I would do with a candy thermometer. Needless to say, the list goes on and on. So, have I burst your bubble on what a sweet, gentle mommy I am? And more interestingly, as these visuals settle in the recesses of your mind, do they fuel your worst nightmare, or your wettest fantasy? Mommy Gina 1*888*430*2010
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August 31, 2010
Published by Diaper Sissy at August 31, 2010
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My Dream (A Vision Of Peace)

Where the mountains touch the sky Where poets DREAM, where eagles fly A secret place above the crowd Just beneath a silver-lined cloud. Lift your eyes to a snowy peak And see the soon-to-be we seek Whisper DREAMS and let them rise To the mountains old and wise. Climbers climb, it’s time to try Where the mountains touch the sky Take me there. Oh take me now… Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow! Where the ocean meets the sky Where dolphin dance and seagulls fly A place in DREAMS, I know so well The sea inside a single shell. Far across the living sea A pale blue possibility Beyond the castles made of sand Tomorrow in a small child’s hand. Only DREAMERS need apply Where the ocean meets the sky Take me there. Oh take me now… Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow. A common ground for one and all Behind the crystal waterfall Where Peace flows like a mighty stream Like Dr. King I have a DREAM. Imagine such a goal in sight For red and yellow, black and white New Delhi, Peking, Kenya, Rome Earth is the place that we call home. Baghdad, Bangkok, Tel Aviv One race HUMAN, we still believe It matters what we say and do This DREAM is ME, this DREAM is YOU! When walls of hate have fallen fast When prejudice has long since passed When last is first and first is last Come DREAM with me Where the forest reach the sky Wake up and DREAM and don’t be shy. No thorns of war, a perfect rose This is where Gandhi’s DREAM grows Whisper now; let the DREAM begin It’s time to trust the truth within. This is where we seek and find A gift in being colorblind DREAM on DREAMERS, hopes are high Where the forest reach the sky. Take me there. Oh take me now Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow. Now, listen close, the future calls… Build your bridges and tear down walls! For time has taught and so it seems Realities are born of DREAMS! Blessed are the peacemakers… Silvie
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August 28, 2010
Published by Diaper Sissy at August 28, 2010
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Kitty in a Box

Ok, once again I am finding myself saying  “Awwwwww!”, but now it’s also followed with a big grin and a chuckle.  Seems our wittle kitties have grown and graduated for cups to boxes, hehe.  These two are trouble makers, I can see it in their cute little twitching noses.  Mommy kitty must have her paws full with these two!  I wonder if she has a little kitty paddle to deal with them, lol! Mommy Maggie 1*888*430*2010
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August 23, 2010
Published by Diaper Sissy at August 23, 2010
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Qui Jun and the Arrogant Monk

There once lived a monk called Shan, in a village in China. He had earned a great name for himself. But he was very arrogant. Qui Jun heard of his arrogance and wanted to teach the monk a lesson. He went to meet Shan who neither greeted him nor acknowledged his presence. Just then a servant of the monk came with a message: “The son of an army officer is here to see you.” The monk said, “I will go and greet him.” Shan welcomed the son of the army officer with respect. After the army officer’s son had departed Qui Jun asked Shan the reason for his double-faced behaviour. “Why is it that you greeted the army officer’s son so respectfully, yet behaved so arrogantly towards me?” Shan the Monk had a quick reply: “Please don’t get me wrong. For me greeting meansnot greeting and not greeting means greeting.” Qui Jun understood the monk’s mischief and hit him hard on his head with his stick. “According to your logic, beating you means not beating and not beating you means beating. Therefore, I have to give you a beating,” said Qui Jun. Shan immediately realised the folly of his actions and started showing respect to everyone he met, irrespective of their status. lily
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August 21, 2010
Published by Diaper Sissy at August 21, 2010
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Demon or Angel?

As with many people, I seem to have an angel on one shoulder and a demon sitting on the other, with both whispering in my ear what to do. My angel says that I should forgive my little one and let his little indiscretions slide. That I should hold him tight and shower him with kisses and love. My demon on the other hand, is telling me that he needs to be punished – severely. A paddling that leaves his hinny red, raw and welted, then forcing him to stay in a dirty, soiled diaper ‘til an extreme rash has formed, and perhaps a strong enema so speed up the soiled diaper process (and this is just for starters – my demons can be quite imaginative). The question is, which one will win out? Which one will hold sway – my demons or my angels? Mommy Gina 1-888-430-2010
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