Sissy Baby Mable




My Bio:
Sissy Baby Mable Here, I am going to show you how to become a perfect sissy in sissy baby training! I think I am a perfect example of a real sissy baby, and I want to help you become the best sissy baby. I can give you commands and tasks to help you shape your perfect mom or dad. They will be impressed by your sissy, and they will never let you go like you dream of. If you are a mom or dad who wants her sissy baby, I am here to serve you every day, because this is what a good sissy baby does. I will make sure to follow every command you give me, and I can't wait to be your perfect sissy baby. Do you want me to dress and dance for you like my little sissy? Are you going to punish me by stuffing that big cock into my throat so you can watch me throw up? Do you like the way I wear a skirt so that you can easily access my special private parts? Do you like me to kneel down to serve you, do you make me bark on all fours like your sissy puppy? Then you take out your private parts and put on my special pink dress. I won't tell you, but I like those stains and I sleep with them every night.
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Sissy Baby Roleplay
Dress-up Time Outs
Being Good Girl
Secret Naughty Playtime
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November 27, 2010
Can you imagine Old Navy at midnight the day after Thanksgiving? I can and there were so many little ones there it was crazy. Babies and adults screaming and carrying on like it was the end of the world or something, I just wanted to take them over my knee and spank them until their little bottom was bright red, and really give them something to freak out about. Have you been a good little one, or do you need punished like I wanted to do to them? Do you […]
November 27, 2010
I always get a devilish little smirk on my face when you tell me your friends are coming over to play video games or what have you. You think I’m oblivious to their looks, their stares. On the contrary, every move I make is deliberate, calculated. The way I saunter past the t.v., swaying my hips from side to side in my tight little shorts. The way my hand lingers on one of their arms, slowly drifting down and across their hand. The way I bend at the waist when […]



