Janey




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Hi there, I'm Janey. I am mommies girl and I love to let Mommy dress me up so pretty, just like her special princess.
We spend lots of "special" time together and she puts me in nice fresh powdery diapers with pink plastic pants and frilly pink pinafores with matching frilly panties. Mommy loves to watch me waddle around all dressed up for her.
I have a secret though. When Mommy isn't looking, I love to sneak in and pretend to be mommy to her ab/dl's. I always pay close attention to Mommy when she is taking care of them and I know just what to do. I am a great diaper changer, I always use Vaseline, fresh powder and make sure to get the diaper on nice and snug, but NEVER too tight. I also love to breast feed them just like a real Mommy. I must do a pretty good job cause they never complain and some of them even make a nice little messy in their diaper and we have to change it all over again!
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October 20, 2011
DEAR READERS, MY LYRICS WRITTEN BELOW, ARE TO BE SUNG TO THE TUNE OF THE LULLABY ENTITLED “HUSH LITTLE BABY” **************** Hush prissy sissy, don’t say a word, Mo-mmys sick of you act-ing ab-surd… If you’re whin-ing does not stop, Go-nna pin you down and jump on top… If you still keep sa-ssin’ me, Mo-mmys go-nna throw a-way the key… To your hand-cuffs locked up tight, Give in si-ssy you can’t fight… First you will be cor-set-ed, Your tu-mmy will be sucked in.. That’s too bad if you can’t breathe, […]
October 20, 2011
You get a call from me at work – I’m disturbingly cold as I inform you that I know what you have done…and there will be consequences…severe consequences for your actions, and then I simply hang up. You are left in a state of panic as you search your brain for a clue as to what I have discovered, taking an inventory of what wrongs you have perpetrated (it could be one of many you surmise). When you arrive home, you call out for me, but no voice answers back. […]


