August 2, 2015

Sissy Slut for Mommy

Being the sweet and loving ABDL mommy that I am, I really loving getting to play with sissy sluts! I have so many fun ideas to put my little sissy through. Do you have the desire in your heart to come to my nursery and let me take care of you? Sissification can be so much fun when you’re with me! Just put your trust in mommy, and I will show you all sorts of wonderful things! I’ve filled the closet in the nursery with so many dresses and shoes for me to put on you! More colors than you can imagine and of all sorts and styles! I’ll take you in and pick out something pretty for you to wear, change your wet diaper and put a pair of plastic pants on you! I can’t wait to make you my good little sissy! XOXO, Barb 888 – 430 – 2010
May 16, 2015

Pegging Slut

I love strapping on my huge strap on and using your sissy mouth to lubricate it and get it ready to peg your little sissy pussy.  I love to lay you on your back and shove your dress around your waist and spread your dirty legs apart.    I know you want me to tickle your pink  sissypussy with the tip of my cock, while you lay back and moan. Such a good little pegging slut Candy 888*430*2010
December 20, 2013

Naughty or Nice?

It’s that time of year again – time for Santa to make his list and check it twice.  And what list will you be on?  The nice list?  Or the naughty list?  Will you be getting a stocking full of toys and goodies?  Or will it be full or coal and a paddle for paddling that naughty little behind of yours?  Will you be spending your Christmas morning opening all your wonderful gifts?  Or will you be receiving a paddling for being so very naughty this year?  Well, all I can say is you better be good, for goodness sake! (And for the sake of that diapered little rump of yours *wink*!)   Mommy Gina 1.888.430.2010
November 22, 2013

Thanksgiving and Diapers

Is everyone excited about turkey day?  So much delicious food to taste and sample… and let’s face it, gorge upon.  Between all the traditional dishes (i.e. turkey, stuffing, corn, sweet potatoes, etc.) and all those new or special family recipes handed down from generation to generation, your stomach will have to stretch beyond its capacity.  And as always, what goes in, must come out.  Now the question is, will what comes out come out TOO easily or with great difficulty? And will there be a long line at the bathroom?  This is where wearing adult diapers comes in handy.   First off, you don’t have to be bothered with those pesky lines at the bathroom – you know it’s gonna be a while when Uncle Joe heads into the John with not just the newspaper, but two other magazines as well.   Secondly, if things below the belt are flowing a little too freely, then you won’t have to make that mad dash to the bathroom every five minute (this is where I should mention that you should have a pair of thick, tightly fitting plastic panties on over said diapers to keep the runs from running away from you so-to-speak, lol).   Thirdly, if things a NOT moving like they should be down below, then walking and moving is always good to get things going in the right direction – that way you can walk a little, poop a little; walk a little, poop a little…can’t do that without a diaper, can you? (well, you could, but I don’t think Aunt Gertrude will be pleased to follow you around with her trusty pooper-scooper as little turds are deposited on the kitchen floor).   I hope everyone enjoys their Turkey Day…and don’t forget the diapers!!   Mommy Gina 1.888.430.2010
August 29, 2013

ABDL MOMMY

Once upon a time… Once upon a time there was a sweet and loving Mommy named Gina. Mommy Gina dearly loved adult babies. Her whole house was full of diapered adult babies and sissies and all their wondrous toys. She had one whole room to change their diapers and to powder their cute little tushies – that room was always very very busy! There was another room that was full of nothing but high chairs so she and all her friends could feed the ABies too. And of course there was a playroom; a room full of toys, plushies and teddy bears galore – The adult babies loved that room very very much.  Off to the side of that room was another play room; a very very special play room.  In that room sissies would learn a very special way to play.   Mommy Gina loved and played with all her Abies and sissies and every night she would tuck them into their cribs after they had gotten their bubble baths and were freshly diapered.   Call Mommy Gina and we will make a “happily ever after” together.     Gina 1.888.430.2010
February 14, 2013

To all my Sissies, Diaper Lovers, and Abies Alike

Today is a day to let that special someone (or someones) in your life know what they mean to you.  And I am no exception!  I love being a mommy and taking care of all my special little ones, and I wanted to let all of you know how near and dear I hold every single one of you in my heart. You bring this mommy so much joy and happiness, giggles and laughs, as well as challenges and dilemmas.  And through it all I wouldn’t trade one single minute (no matter how naughty some of you can be hehehe). So here’s to wishing all you little ones – Sissies, Diaper Lovers, and Abies alike, a wonderful and Happy Valentine’s Day! Mommy Gina 1.888.430.2010
January 26, 2013

Mommy’s Panties

You were going to just ask if you could have a snack, but just as you were about to push on the door that was left ajar, you decide to peek in first instead.  With the door open a few inches, you could clearly see mommy standing there, her back to you, as she unzips her dress.  You see her pink panties, her pink garter belt.  As she slides her dress off her shoulders it puddles around her feet; she steps out of it, and walks over to her vanity. The sight of her sitting there, brushing out her hair is having an unexpected effect on you.  You feel the, as of late, familiar swelling in your pants as you can’t seem to tear your eyes away.  The blood rushes to your face – leaving you flushed; the blood also rushes to another part of your anatomy, filling your head with thoughts you thought not possible…at least not about your mom. You don’t know why, but you find your hand reaching down and touching what your mommy embarrassingly stills calls “Mr. Winky.”  He approves of the attention you give it, and seems to demand more…more as it throbs and pulsates with a mind and need of its own, like a newborn baby demanding attention from its mommy. You are lost in your own rhythms, as you don’t notice your mommy catching the image of you in the mirror in front of her – the image of you touching yourself uncontrollably yet a bit awkwardly, revealing the instinct to stroke, but lacking in the execution to truly satisfy. She simply continues to brush her hair as she quietly but firmly commands you to come in.   Her soft order disrupts you and your activity, as the flush on your face is renewed.  She doesn’t try to cover herself up, but simply smiles when she turns around to look at you. With her hands crossed in front and resting them on her knees, she says, “You enjoy what you see” – it was a statement not a question. You try and feign ignorance, but your mommy – the one that had once held you as a baby, changed your diapers and nursed you at her bosom, knows you all to well.  With a wave of her hand and a soft chuckle, she stands up, takes your hand in hers and leads you to her bed.  Your heart races; your eyes linger on your mommy’s panties, her bra, her garter belt, her silky stockings; she touches you where your hand once was and continues where you had left off. “It’s all right dear; I know all about such things…let me teach you….” Care to help me finish my little fantasy?  Give me a call and we can do so together. Gina 1.888.430.2010
April 5, 2012

Respect your AB Mommy

Don’t Mess with the Ma’am     Ok, I admit it; I like it when little ones (and older ones for that matter) address me with the title Ma’am.  I know some ladies and AB Mommies don’t like it, that it makes them feel like an old lady and they should have names like Agnes or Gertrude or Ester, but I see it as the ultimate show of respect.  Just think for a moment, have you ever tried to question someone when you addressed them as Ma’am?  It just doesn’t work, does it?   You simply don’t question someone who has earned the title of Ma’am.     There is a strength that is implied as well when I am addressed as Ma’am; that I am, without question, the Matriarch and that I have the last word on all matters.  And I am usually looking for short responses to my inquiries –     “Don’t you think you should be getting to that list of chores I made for you?” “Yes Ma’am, right away Ma’am.”     “Did I say that eating your vegetables was optional?” “No Ma’am.”     “Didn’t I just say it was bedtime and to turn off the game?” “Yes Ma’am.” “Did I ask to hear you whine and complain about not wanting to go to bed?” “No Ma’am.” “Are you looking for a spanking?” “No Ma’am.” “Then off you go.” “Yes Ma’am.”     See what I mean?  There is no wiggle room when you are dealing with a “Ma’am”.   Simply put – You don’t mess with the Ma’am.     Gina 1.888.430.2010