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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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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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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Naughty little boy, you’ve been listening to my phone conversations again haven’t you? How very rude of you. Just being oh so nosey and listening to Mommy’s phone calls with her special friend. What will I do with you? I think I have an idea. Why don’t I just invite my girlfriend over and instead of playing with us? Ha, you can just sit in your diaper and watch while your hands are tied up far from your diaper. So since you liked hearing Mommy have phonesex with her cute friend maybe you will really hate to see them enjoying each others company while you wait in the playpen. Rude little boys deserve nothing more.

Mommy Lexus

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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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As with many people, I seem to have an angel on one shoulder and a demon sitting on the other, with both whispering in my ear what to do. My angel says that I should forgive my little one and let his little indiscretions slide. That I should hold him tight and shower him with kisses and love. My demon on the other hand, is telling me that he needs to be punished – severely. A paddling that leaves his hinny red, raw and welted, then forcing him to stay in a dirty, soiled diaper ‘til an extreme rash has formed, and perhaps a strong enema so speed up the soiled diaper process (and this is just for starters – my demons can be quite imaginative). The question is, which one will win out? Which one will hold sway – my demons or my angels?

Mommy Gina
1-888-430-2010

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What would your perfect day be? Would it be just relaxing?  Starting a vacation?  Being with the one you love?  I think mine would have to be spending the day with friends and a very special someone who I love very much.  Maybe go to the beach, or go window shopping, or watch a movie with them.  There is something so wonderful about being with someone you are totally in love with.  Your heart beats faster, your face hurts from smiling and you laugh a lot.  It just makes life so much better.  So that would be my perfect day, what would be yours?

Jenna

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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Wow does mommy need to take care of her little ones…did I hear that you were not behaving this week..oh no…not again…you will need to pick up that room and behave yourself or mommy will not take you to the park and go visiting with the other little ones in the neighborhood…what mommy says goes so don’t think that you will be doing all those things that you should not be doing without mommy knowing…remember mommy knows all…Josie

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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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Ya know, sometimes I have an ABie that just doesn’t want to listen and do as they are told. They whine or do naughty things or have themselves a little temper tantrum. This I simply won’t put up with. Of course this lands them over my knee for a swift and harsh spanking. But that’s not all – oh noooo. After wards it’s time for them to take their medicine: a very large dose of castor oil. Then I just sit back and watch the “medicine” do its work. I watch as their little tummies start grumbling and cramping. Their cute little faces start to contort as the cramping progresses until finally their bowels let loose. And as they fill their thick diapers to their capacity, I inform them that they will have to sit in their very full diaper for the rest of the afternoon and think about how very naughty they have been (which of course lands them with a very sore rash)! This will also act as a deterrent for future naughty behavior, for all I have to do is ask if I have to get the “medicine”, and they seem to straighten right up, hehe.

So tell me, have you taken your medicine lately??

Mommy Gina
1-888-430-2010

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I used to be a big time gamer. I used to spend untold hours in front of my gaming system just…killing stuff. lol Unfortunately I do not get to game that much, if at all anymore. I miss it, but I still keep up on new games that are coming out and what’s new in the gaming news. One thing that I just read, not even 4 minutes ago is about Halo. Everybody knows about Halo and if you do not…where ya been? Anyway, some guy made Halo into a retro Atari game. It’s pretty cool actually, and you don’t need to buy it, there is a certain site that is hosting it, I have the link if you would like it, just email me or IM me and I will send you the link. I mean let’s face it, we can’t be Mommies, Sitters, babies, and sissies all the time, might as well eat snack food and drink energy drinks until we collapse in an exhaustive state. Am I right? Yeah I am!

Stacie
1-888-430-2010

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A gray old woman sits all alone
Unloved, uncherished and unknown.
Sitting beside her broken door.
Dreaming of days past long ago,
When children played about her knee
Filling the air with childish glee,
Tended by her with loving care.
Knowing the blessing of a Mother’s prayer.
But now they have gone, each to his life
A girl to her husband, a boy to his wife,
Forgetful are they of her who sits here
Silently wiping a tricking tear,
For striving for things in a life so brief
Blind their poor eyes to a dear Mother’s grief.
But does she upbraid them in word or in mind.
Nor does their neglect to her seem unkind.
She’ll forgive and forget all unkindness they’ve shown
This poor old mother who sits alone.

RUBY LATIMER EDWARDS

Silvie

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Every so often I hear from a biological girl who wants a mommy to make her into her diaper wearing baby. Sometimes it is even a DL just wanting to speak to another woman about her fetish. Sure they can call the daddies and boy DL’s here, but sometimes they just want a woman. I’ve never had a baby girl of my own in real life so it’s pleasing to get to play with them at phoneamommy. I treat them just like the baby girls they are inside. I am carefully diapering them and coddling them. Then of course there are those baby girls that need a little discipline also.

Mommy Scarlet

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It’s getting time for those fierce thunder storms to come our way, if you haven’t got them already! I am pretty amazed that people here on the beach seem to stay in the ocean when the lightening is striking. C’est la vie. I know babies can be scared of the lightening and the thunder. It is best to have your diaper on, because if you’re like me I can be a scaredy-pants and wet real easily! I will gladly take care of any baby that is scared of the storms; just call me – not from a landline phone but from a cordless! I will hold your shivering little body close while we hide in the hall wearing our diapers. And I will make sure to keep you safe and cozy, till the storm clears!

Your Big Sis, Mandy
1 888 430 2010

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Make sure you stop by and visit with me and my friends for the Slumber Party! Special Rates for calls during the Party hours! It is a great time to get to know us all better and partake in our little community! Bring your sleeping bags, pillows, come diapered or in a pretty dress, jammies, babies grab your bottles and favorite stuffed toy! And let us Party Down!

Mommy Lauren
1 888 430 2010

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Diaper changes are a good thing, UNLESS, you like to stay in your messy, stinky diapers for awhile after you mess. I have no problem with little messy ones, and those who like to stay messy, and goo-ie for long periods of time. Not many people can deal with poop all that well, but I have no problem with it, and I never have. It’s just something people do, no reason to get all worked up by it. I myself have been known to put on a diaper once in awhile and get as messy as I can for a little while. It’s a great thing to do. If you haven’t tried it you should, and let’s all be messy together.

Sue
1-888-430-2010

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Ok, so here’s another gem of an antique. No big crib that locks for my little ones – ohh noooooo!! Hehe. Just enough room to lie down and keep still. I dare say, they did know how to punish little ones back in the day. No squirming allowed here; heck, no squirming here is possible. Can you imagine, laying in here, unable to move, just wetting over and over again, not being able to avoid the rash and bed sores from forming, at the mercy of your keeper. Ya know, I think I’ll have to have one made up special!

Maggie
1-888-430-2010

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