Well hello there sweet pee I’m Nanny Stella and your Mommy hired me to watch you while she’s out shopping. Don’t worry angel your Mommy told me how you like to be diapered, and just how much powder you like on your bottom. Your Mommy even told me how you like to be rubbed down there until you make a big squirty in your diaper for your Mommy. Nanny Stella has many years of practice with my own kids and my breasts are still lactating because my boys still like to nurse every now and then. So as you can see I’m a Mommy turned Nanny, and I can give you all the tender loving care you need when your Mommy is not here. So crawl up in my lap and snuggle up close. There, now isn’t that better? Is baby hungry……
Mommy Stella
1 888 430-2010

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A Ballerina Jewelry Box is a must have for every sissy out there. If you don’t have one already I insist that you run out today this very minute and buy yourself one! I still love and treasure my ballerina jewelry box. Sitting at my vanity as I brush my hair one hundred strokes, I watch as she spins and eventually loose count as I am memorized by the melody it plays, mine happens to play Swan Lake.

Mandy
1 888 430 2010

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Do you agree with the statement about Baby Powder? I know I do. It’s a wonderful smell that triggers some intense feelings for me and for other Mommies and Babies I know. It also has lots of uses besides powdering a bottom. It helps get sand off of you and it’s good for preventing sweat stains in white clothes. My favorite use is for a diaper change though. When an adult baby looks up and smiles because he smells what Mommy smells it melts my heart.

Mommy Shirley

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Ok, so I know that I can usually be seen as a sweet, loving mommy who likes to have lots of fun – and that’s true (mostly). But there is a strict, dommy side that I like to indulge in as well. With that in mind, let me share with you what I have been pondering.

Seems that some little ones like to be mommy’s little helper, or be trained as sissy maids. This is all fine and dandy, but rarely are the chores set before them done to my satisfaction. Now the question is what is the appropriate punishment that will instill a proper work ethic and make them strive to perform to my standards?

The first punishment for failure might seem a bit harsh – an enema administered with an inflatable nozzle to ensure non-leakage. Then the task would have to be performed again while they hold their water, nozzle still in place. I would be standing over them watching every movement, with a stop watch in hand, but not giving any signs of approval or disapproval. This would add to the anxiety that they would already be feeling. I would not even tell them the time frame in which the task would have to be performed and, trust me, there would indeed be a time requirement.

If, after the second go at the task they have failed once again, then they would go over my knee, bare-assed, water still inside them, and be given a long and harsh paddling. The nozzle would be removed, but instead of letting them got to the potty to empty their bowels, the diaper would go back on, with a very snug pair of rubber pants over top of them. This would force them to fill their diaper to the brim while they try and complete the task yet again.

Now, if for some reason the chore was not done properly yet again, well, lets just say that I have a very long list of punishments at my disposal – from guzzling castor oil, being forced to hold a bar of soap in their mouth with their teeth, various forms of spankings with various implements, the tightly tying of genitalia, and the standing in a metal wash tub in the front yard until there is crap streaming out the edges of the diaper and down their legs. And I haven’t even touched on the subject of what I would do with a candy thermometer. Needless to say, the list goes on and on.

So, have I burst your bubble on what a sweet, gentle mommy I am? And more interestingly, as these visuals settle in the recesses of your mind, do they fuel your worst nightmare, or your wettest fantasy?

Mommy Gina
1-888-430-2010

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Dont you just love Gummy Bears? I do! I am not sure what my favorite flavor is though. That are such Yummy Gummies! Not only that, but they make great decorations for cakes, cookies, brownies, and other baked treats. Gummy worms look great on a chocolate cake graveyard. They can be a fun food to play with too, that is if Mommy lets you!! They also make a great little surprise in a little ones lunch box or displayed as an audience on the kitchen table for abies to talk to.

So come on now, I want to hear from you, which is your favorite flavor? What fun things do you do with your gummies?

Mommy Becca
1 888 430 2010

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So are you looking for your mommy…well I would love to be your mommy…but you got to remember that I also love to wear..so if mommy gets you all ready for bed and then she gets herself ready for bed and oh my…pulls out one of your diapers don’t worry…hehehehe..they feel oh so soft and warm…and mommy loves to relax also…take care of all of mommy’s little ones takes a lot of work and relaxation is also needed…lol…Josie

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Where the mountains touch the sky
Where poets DREAM, where eagles fly
A secret place above the crowd
Just beneath a silver-lined cloud.

Lift your eyes to a snowy peak
And see the soon-to-be we seek
Whisper DREAMS and let them rise
To the mountains old and wise.

Climbers climb, it’s time to try
Where the mountains touch the sky
Take me there. Oh take me now…
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow!

Where the ocean meets the sky
Where dolphin dance and seagulls fly
A place in DREAMS, I know so well
The sea inside a single shell.

Far across the living sea
A pale blue possibility
Beyond the castles made of sand
Tomorrow in a small child’s hand.

Only DREAMERS need apply
Where the ocean meets the sky
Take me there. Oh take me now…
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow.

A common ground for one and all
Behind the crystal waterfall
Where Peace flows like a mighty stream
Like Dr. King I have a DREAM.

Imagine such a goal in sight
For red and yellow, black and white
New Delhi, Peking, Kenya, Rome
Earth is the place that we call home.

Baghdad, Bangkok, Tel Aviv
One race HUMAN, we still believe
It matters what we say and do
This DREAM is ME, this DREAM is YOU!

When walls of hate have fallen fast
When prejudice has long since passed
When last is first and first is last

Come DREAM with me
Where the forest reach the sky
Wake up and DREAM and don’t be shy.

No thorns of war, a perfect rose
This is where Gandhi’s DREAM grows
Whisper now; let the DREAM begin
It’s time to trust the truth within.

This is where we seek and find
A gift in being colorblind
DREAM on DREAMERS, hopes are high
Where the forest reach the sky.

Take me there. Oh take me now
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow.

Now, listen close, the future calls…
Build your bridges and tear down walls!
For time has taught and so it seems
Realities are born of DREAMS!

Blessed are the peacemakers…

Silvie

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Summer rain showers, how much fun they are! I remember when I was young all dressed up in my rain coat and rubber boots begging mom to let me go out and play in the rain! Scouting out the biggest deepest puddles! Looking at my reflection in the rippling water holes. Spinning in circles till I was so dizzy I could not longer stand. Trying to catch the rain drops with my tongue. Chasing my dog through the overflowing ditch. Scanning the skies for a rainbow. Chanting hymns about rain!

Mommy Sara
1 888 430 2010

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I want to dress you, and keep you, and rock you , and feed you, and make you oh so pretty, change you, play with you, love you, snuggle with you and show you off! Please be my little doll, my real live bratz doll baby that I can manipulate and do with as I please! It will be soooo muchhhh funnnn! You know you want to be!

Mandy
1 888 430 2010

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We all need time away…to gather our thoughts and dreams…but we also need someone to be there to make sure that we do not get into any trouble when mommy and daddy are away…so nanny will come over and make sure that all her little ones are fine and that they are being good…Rachel

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As I sit and reflect on my Mother, a smile always comes to my face. I think of the first time I skinned my knee and how thoughtful and concerned she was. Taking me inside and bandaging my knee, wiping away my tears with her kisses. I reminisce of the smells, the fresh baked cookies, dinner cooking all day long on the stove in preparation for a larger Sunday evening dinner. I reflect on her singing and rocking me to sleep long into my double digits. I recall the shopping sprees or even coming home to a surprise gift laying on my bed that she had picked up for me while she was out that day. So many wonderful memories! What are some of yours? Would you like to re-live them with a mommy?
Mommy Lauren
1 888 430 2010

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Oh it's Friday again. A lot of the babies and diaper lovers have 2 whole days off for themselves. What are you doing this weekend? Are you going to spend extra time in diapers? Hmm well whatever it is I hope that you have a fun weekend. I'm waiting for next weekend, Labor Day weekend. The last weekend of the summer activities around here. I have one last week to splash around in the outside pool before closing it up for another year.

Mommy Shirley


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There once lived a monk called Shan, in a village in China. He had earned a great name for himself. But he was very arrogant.

Qui Jun heard of his arrogance and wanted to teach the monk a lesson. He went to meet Shan who neither greeted him nor acknowledged his presence.

Just then a servant of the monk came with a message: “The son of an army officer is here to see you.”

The monk said, “I will go and greet him.”

Shan welcomed the son of the army officer with respect.

After the army officer’s son had departed Qui Jun asked Shan the reason for his double-faced behaviour. “Why is it that you greeted the army officer’s son so respectfully, yet behaved so arrogantly towards me?”

Shan the Monk had a quick reply: “Please don’t get me wrong. For me greeting meansnot greeting and not greeting means greeting.”

Qui Jun understood the monk’s mischief and hit him hard on his head with his stick.

“According to your logic, beating you means not beating and not beating you means beating. Therefore, I have to give you a beating,” said Qui Jun.

Shan immediately realised the folly of his actions and started showing respect to everyone he met, irrespective of their status.

lily

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You fifthly little whore, if that’s what you like that’s what you will get. I am going to fill your world with runny stinky used diapers, for you to wear and immerse yourself in. I will have so much fun when I make you wear them, smell them, and use them. You’ll be placed in the front of the class and most likely ridiculed for you stench, but that won’t phase my dirty diaper lover, now will it? Nope, you’ll make me proud and wear with pride!

Mizz Rebecca
1 888 430 2010

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There is a company in South Africa that makes Sissy Boy Jeans. I had a look at their site and some of the stuff are things I would wear. They have some pretty cool clothing. I just imagine all these South Africans walking around with Sissy Boy across their jean pocket. Now the clothing are for women, but I am sure there are a lot of men who buy the jeans from there. I think I might start directing some of my callers there to buy a pair and then send me pictures of them wearing the jeans. That would make for one great slide show.

Mommy Liz
1-888-430-2010

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How many of you played dress up when you were little kids? I know we used to. And boy were they some really ugly clothes that we had to dress up with. My one niece has a big load of clothing that she uses to play dress up and they are some fancy clothing, not like the mismatched crap we used to have. I’m kinda jealous lol. Anyway, some of you still do play dress up, I know you do because I have seen the pictures! What I want to know is what are your favorite little outfits to dress up in? Send me some pictures so I can see, cuz I’m nosy like that.

Stacie
1-888-430-2010

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Want to play with me hair? I want to play with yours! Make my little brother all dolled up turn you into such a pretty little princess. While mom and dad are out, we will play with each others hair, I may even have to have you try on Mom’s wigs *giggles* My girl friends might show up so you will turn into an expert. Want to see what a pretty sissy you will make? Then come play with me and my friends!

Mandy
1 888 430 2010

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When my heart’s feeling broken
and my spirit’s lost its wings
When the road is full of puddles
and my step has lost its spring

There is someone there to count on
who repairs my broken heart
and gives me wings to fly
and I make a brand new start

A special one who doesn’t judge me
or criticize the things I do
Someone who makes me take a look
and see me through the eyes of you

When this happens I am lifted
to a place that’s far above
from the darkness to the light
to a place that’s full of love

When I see me through your eyes
things are really not so vile
I thank God for you, my friend
as my frown becomes a smile
© Ellen M. DuBois

Minnie

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Having a good laugh is more than just fun, it’s good for you. It helps with stress and pain. Your muscles can be relaxed up to 45 min.’s after a good laugh. It even boosts your immune system. I like sites like LOL Cats, There I Fixed It, and Daily HaHa when I need to have a laugh. So now that you know it’s good for you do as Mommy says and enjoy a laugh.

Mommy Lexus

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I tell ya, I just cannot believe that 2010 is half way over, right around the corner awaits Labor Day, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas we will be in a 2011 before we know it! I think being in the business I am in doesn’t help with time flying by, when you like what you do the time just flies and that it did! Fall is fast approaching and we will all be once again busy with the holiday hustle and bustle, visiting with friends and family, even having to deal with those not so savory family members. Ah, I wish I could stop the clock, keep you all young and on my knee, well that is my daydream, it is such a nice one, I don’t want it to end!

Mommy Becca
1 888 430 2010

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