November 18, 2011

ABDL Training

My new little ABDL boy was crawling around on the floor in his diaper and I noticed that apparently he forgot the rules that he wasn’t allowed to make squirties without permission. He was grinding his peepee against his diaper against the floor. Little jackoff boy was humping his diaper on the floor. How cute.   I guess putting all that Vaseline all over his pathetic little peepee when I changed his diaper last was a mistake.   “Ok, well if you want to break the rules then here, mommy will help you,” I tell him as I walk over and undo his diaper.   “Now stroke it jackoff boy.”   He looked happy to be allowed to stroke until I grabbed a hold of his legs and pushed his knees back against his chest and made him aim his little peepee towards his own mouth.   “If you want to try to make squirties without permission then you get punished. You will keep stroking until you make squirties in your mouth. If you shoot and miss your mouth you will lick up every drop right here in front of mommy…….”   Are you ready for some of Mommy Maggie’s “special” training?   1*888*430*2010
November 3, 2011

Nap Time

  I always like to have a ritual when it comes to nap time.  A fresh diaper is always first, as I softly talk to you.  Next we gather your favorite stuffed animal, you blankie, and a fresh baba.  Then I gently put you in your crib and pull out Goodnight Moon to read to you.  And if you are a good abie, I will gently pat your thickly padded tushie until you drift off to dreamland.  See, nap time isn’t a bad time after all, is it?   Your AB Mommy Maggie 1*888*430*2010  
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 6, 2011

Powerless

A darkened hallway You see a figure walk towards you, slowly I come into focus, and 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 **  
September 22, 2011

A Day with AB Mommy Maggy

  What would a day with mommy be like? Well, it would start with a feeding at my bosom, being cuddled close as we rocked together in my favorite glider.  When your tummy was full with mommy’s sweet milk, then it’s a trip to the changing table to get the night’s diaper off and undressed for your bath.  Afterwards, you would be wrapped in a thick, fluffy towel fresh out of the dryer, powdered from head to toe, and placed in a fresh diaper.   The day would be filled with playtime, plenty of sunshine and fresh air, diaper changes and feedings, and a nap to keep the “crankies” away, with lots of hugs and kisses sprinkled throughout the day.  And at the end of the day, when your eyes fell heavy with sleep, I would put you in a clean sleeper, one last feeding at mommy’s breast, and a story to lull you off to dream land.   That is what an ABie could expect from a day with this AB Mommy.     Mommy Maggy 1*888*430*2010
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