February 28, 2014

Diapered Clown Humiliation

The circus is in town…I love it when the circus comes to town.  I’ve been planning a special little surprise for a practical joker of mine.  Seems he has been getting in to a lot of trouble lately, all under the guise of trying to be funny and pulling practical jokes.  But the truth of the matter is, is that he his antics have been far from amusing, and he has been acting like a spoiled little brat.  I come up with the perfect retaliation – he wants to be clown and the center of attention? Fine!  I’ll give him just that, LOL! Everything is in place.  I bring him to the circus, but instead of going to the bleachers, I guide him to the back staging area.  I shuffle him behind a curtain where there are several women there waiting for him. It’s poorly lit, and they are babbling on about how everyone has been waiting on our arrival. From his point of view, everything turns into a mixed blur of events: faceless hands stripping him down, pushing him down; something soft and thick being put under his tushie, then pulled up between his legs; the look on his face is of sheer panic, but I assure him all is well.  Just when the realization that he has just been put in a diaper by several anonymous ladies, I grab a cup, pull out a red clown’s nose, and press it securely on his nose. “You like to entertain and make people laugh, right?  Well I’ve arranged for you to do just that!”  And with that I shove him out into the center ring, wearing just a diaper and a clown’s nose.  He looks back at me, pleading for rescue, but I wave him forward, whispering encouragements.  And then he hears it – the roar of laughter all around him.  He looks around, and finds him under a spotlight, with the ring lined with only women!  There is no escape as they close off his exit. Oh the fun they have with him; the chants, the pointing, their caterwauling building to a deafening decibel.  The teasing and humiliation goes on and on and he is subjected to so many forms of humiliation and degradation, each more tantalizing then the last. I smile a delicious smile as he looks back at me.  Yes, I think his diapered clown humiliation will due just the trick, hehehe. Lexus 1.888.430.2010
February 24, 2014

bad ab!

  Very bad ab, James you will not get away with that! I am putting you in your crib cage now for a good 2 hour’s & do not think for one minute you will get mercy from me you can stay in your messy diaper as punishment for all your dirty trick’s. When you steal the neighbor’s victoria secret book’s and do your sticky business in them then return them to them you get disciplined for that infraction of our rules. Must I always have to remind you when you do wrong you get a consequence! Now hold still so I can get the paci-gag in place. Veronika 1*888*430*2010
February 21, 2014

Why I Love being a Mommy

First of all, let me say that being a good, loving Mommy to my little ABies is one of the most rewarding things I ever done in my lifetime. Mostly my Adult Babies are good ABies, but sometimes Mommies have to be strict and use discipline to teach you acceptable behavior. I always make the punishment fit the crime!! Now, on the more playful side of things, I take great pride in helping my Abies fulfill their desires. After all, that’s what a good Mommy does. They teach, guide, nurture and protect their little ABies. In return, the loyalty and adoration received by my ABies makes it all worth it 10 times over. So that is one of the many, many reasons why I love being a Mommy! Mommy Maggie 1.888.430.2010
February 7, 2014

Bad ABie

Not all ABies are good babies. Some ABies are bad…very bad. One particular baby of mine seems to only know how to be bad, and is constantly wetting his big boy underwear. So because he is always making a mess for Mommy Scarlet to clean up, he now has to wear diapers all the time. Secretly, I think he likes to be forced to wear diapers and plastic pants, and I have to admit I do like the way he looks in them. My favorite thing about this bad ABie being back in diapers is now when I spank his little bottom it makes a crinkly sound which just makes me giggle and smile. Bad babies like him deserve to be reprimanded for being so naughty. It’s so easy to be a bad baby, but so hard to be good. So which kind of baby are you? Do you need to be forced to wear diapers and rubber pants, or are you the kind that wants to have Mommy praise you and rain sweet kisses down upon you? You decide… or better yet, let me help you choose. Mommy Scarlet 1.888.430.2010 YIM: phonemommyscarlet
February 3, 2014

Frosting Mommy

When you were not expecting it you found me and you deserve to endure training in order to be worthy of me. I know you like what you see my new skimpy pantie’s, look how nice they hug my inner thigh’s.  Now get over here and start frosting mommy with that spatula one thing first no pant’s I want to see your small pee-pee dangle in the wind. Now you think you are a big man huh, I don’t think so I could crush you with my leg’s so don’t get on my bad side. You have been warned now let’s play house little ab!   Crissy 1*888*430*2010
January 31, 2014

Strict, NOT Mean AB Mommy

Sometimes I think the two terms, strict and mean, get confused.  To me, strict is an important thing for little ones – it comes from a place of love, not malice.  It teaches little ones and ABies what is acceptable behavior and what is not; what is safe and what can harm them.  Being a strict AB Mommy says I care and love you enough to want the very best for you – that I care enough to want to make sure that you know how to make the right choices, and how to navigate life successfully in the future, when I am not there to guide them.  Being strict means giving them the well needed rules they need to function properly. Whether they want to admit it or not, Abies and sissies alike not only need those boundaries put in place, but also need to know that crossing those boundaries have very real consequences. And of course that means that punishments are ALWAYS implemented – consistency is the key here.  Otherwise, they may come to think that the rules are something that can be circumnavigated, which then leads them to think that the rules are for everyone else BUT them; that these well thought out rules don’t really mean anything – I simply can’t have that.  This is the reason why I am ever vigilant with ever single one of my little ones, Abies and Sissies. So if this vigilance is ever construed as “mean”, then let me assure you, my strictness is done only with your very best interests at heart – and NOT done as a way to appease a mean, vindictive, sadistic side of me that extracts extreme pleasure, enjoyment and satisfaction in seeing my little ones writhe in pain and suffering… nooo… nooo… not at all, hehehehehe. Strict AB Mommy Lexus 1.888.430.2010
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