February 10, 2013

Diapered Husband

Your wife called me today. And yes YOU know who YOU are. lol She was pretty hot with you. I bet at this very moment she has you over her knee and is reddening that little tush,LOL! She warned me that you will be calling me later tonight for some AB sitter punishment after she is done with you. You are also to confess and to tell me what punishment she doled out so that I can come up with something suitable to go along with it. So apparently you talked your wife into letting you out of your diaper for a night. You begged and pleaded. Whined and moaned. Until finally she gave in. You almost convinced her you are a man who deserves to wear pants. LOL Well at least right up until the part where you peed on her in the middle of the night. IDK what you were thinking really. Did you actually believe you could pull that off? You know you are NEVER getting out of diapers now right? Of course you will be telling me all about it in a couple hours won’t you? ~Mommy Josie 888~430~2010
January 27, 2013

Mommy is just not going to have this silly nonsense anymore. Little AB boys DO NOT put their hands in their diapers. And they DO NOT look at naughty pics on the computer when Mommy or the AB sitter are not looking. Mommy has had quite enough. It is time for drastic measures. I have a few ideas in mind to punish you and deter you from sneaking a wank in your wet diaper. Yes, that means diaper chastity. Locking diapers and chastity devices will need to be employed for an undetermined amount of time. As for punishments, well you will need to call Mommy so she can let you know what you need to do to rectify the situation. You have amends to make to Mommy for being a very naughty AB boy. So get to that phone soon.   Mommy Josie 1~888~430~2010
November 20, 2011

Thanksgiving With Your Phone Mommy Family

I know a lot of you will be spending this special time of year with your family. For some it’s a very stressful time, and for others it is a time to be joyous and give Thanks for all the Blessings that have been bestowed upon you this past year. There is something that this Phone Mommy wants you to know. I would like to take a moment and let you all know how Thankful I am for each and everyone of you. Whether I speak to you on the phone about diapers, humiliation, changes, Domination, or any other sort of Fetish that you speak to me about. I adore and respect all of you. You see, you are like my extended family. Although we will never be able to meet in real life, to me you are all good friends, not only someone who phones me for play time. I wish you nothing but love, joy, and good fellowship this Thanksgivng. But please know, that if you happen to find yourself alone, this Phone Mommy is here to celebrate Thanksgiving with you and give you a smile. Happy Thanksgiving, Mommy Lauren
March 3, 2011

forced sissy

Most of the sissies I talk to would tell you that I am a tenderhearted Dommy Mommy (yes they exist). Some sissies need a firm hand though and simply need to be forced into being the sissy baby that I want them to be. They like to be cute and they continually have wet beds and pants but then cry like a tiny baby when I tell them that I’m making them my diapered sissy baby. What do these ornery little sissies expect a Mommy to do with them? I’m thinking diapers and sissy boy dress is just what they are in need of. Mommy Shirley
October 18, 2010

A Boy Named Sue

Well, my daddy left home when I was three, and he didn’t leave much to Ma and me, just this old guitar and a bottle of booze. Now I don’t blame him because he run and hid, but the meanest thing that he ever did was before he left he went and named me Sue. Well, he must have thought it was quite a joke, and it got lots of laughs from a lot of folks, it seems I had to fight my whole life through. Some gal would giggle and I’d get red and some guy would laugh and I’d bust his head, I tell you, life ain’t easy for a boy named Sue. Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean. My fist got hard and my wits got keen. Roamed from town to town to hide my shame, but I made me a vow to the moon and the stars, I’d search the honky tonks and bars and kill that man that gave me that awful name. But it was Gatlinburg in mid July and I had just hit town and my throat was dry. I’d thought i’d stop and have myself a brew. At an old saloon in a street of mud and at a table dealing stud sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue. Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad from a worn-out picture that my mother had and I knew the scar on his cheek and his evil eye. He was big and bent and gray and old and I looked at him and my blood ran cold, and I said, “My name is Sue. How do you do? Now you’re gonna die.” Yeah, that’s what I told him. Well, I hit him right between the eyes and he went down but to my surprise he came up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair right across his teeth. And we crashed through the wall and into the street kicking and a-gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer. I tell you I’ve fought tougher men but I really can’t remember when. He kicked like a mule and bit like a crocodile. I heard him laughin’ and then I heard him cussin’, he went for his gun and I pulled mine first. He stood there looking at me and I saw him smile. And he said, “Son, this world is rough and if a man’s gonna make it, he’s gotta be tough and I knew I wouldn’t be there to help you along. So I gave you that name and I said ‘Goodbye’. I knew you’d have to get tough or die. And it’s that name that helped to make you strong.” Yeah, he said, “Now you have just fought one helluva fight, and I know you hate me and you’ve got the right to kill me now and I wouldn’t blame you if you do. But you ought to thank me before I die for the gravel in your guts and the spit in your eye because I’m the nut that named you Sue.” Yeah, what could I do? What could I do? I got all choked up and I threw down my gun, called him pa and he called me a son, and I came away with a different point of view and I think about him now and then. Every time I tried, every time I win and if I ever have a son I think I am gonna name him Bill […]
July 27, 2010

Childhood Memories

Skinned knees, climbing trees, forts of sheets, sugary sweets, hide-n-seek, taking peeks, Spaghetti O’s, pants with holes, summer nights, pillow fights, Christmas trees, play in leaves, eating dirt, dirty shirt, monkey bars, shooting stars, bright balloons, afternoons, school bell rings, choir sings, taking tests, try my best, friends fight, summer nights, friends play, summer day, snow fort, life’s short, memories, part of me, will not forget, will not regret, worth more than gold, a treasure to hold, thank God for these, Childhood Memories. © Ellen M. DuBois
May 8, 2010

A Rose

The first red rose Sent out of season The second red rose Sent for no reason The third red rose Sent for happiness and health The fourth red rose Sent for gaining life’s wealth The fifth red rose Sent for gaining new friends The sixth red rose Sent for guiding you through life’s bends The seventh red rose Sent for praying you never tire The eighth red rose Sent for giving you all of your desire’s The ninth red rose Sent for your happiness in love The tenth red rose Sent for hoping I’m your turtledove The eleventh red rose Sent for igniting passion and fire The twelve red rose Sent for hoping I’m your desire Barry A. Lanier
February 14, 2010

My Funny Valentine

One of my favorite songs about Valentine’s Day is called My Funny Valentine. This song has been remade so many times but my favorite rendition is by Martina McBride. I cannot for the life of me figure out how to put the youtube video on here for you to enjoy, so I will just put the words, then later look it up. My funny Valentine Sweet comic Valentine You make me smile with my heart Your looks are laughable Unphotographable Yet you’re my favourite work of art Is your figure less than Greek Is your mouth a little weak When you open it to speak Are you smart? But don’t change a hair for me Not if you care for me Stay little Valentine stay Each day is Valentine’s day Is your figure less than Greek Is your mouth a little weak When you open it to speak Are you smart? But don’t you change one hair for me Not if you care for me Stay little Valentine stay Each day is Valentine’s day Mommy Lizabeth 1-888-430-2010
January 3, 2010

Winter Sunset

Winter is upon us, and we will get tired of the cold, snow, and wind. We will get tired of the gray sky, and the small amount of daylight. I know it can be dreary and it seems like it will never end. I myself, likes the cold. I would much rather play in the snow then go to the beach. I do not like summer, it gets so hot here that you cannot breath some days and going outside is just not a pleasant experience. So, during the winter you have to overlook all the things that make you say, “I cannot wait until winter is over!” and take a moment and look around. There is a lot of beauty in winter, especially the sunsets. There is a calm that takes over as you watch the brilliant colors touch the pure white of the snow, and the quiet takes over and for that one single moment there is pure beauty before your eyes. Mommy Liz 1-888-430-2010
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