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October 26, 2015
Tawny’s Diaper Diary pg 2 So my diaper wearing older stepson is having a small Halloween party at our house this weekend. Now, since I have discovered his secret of wearing diapers I have been wondering who his friends are and just what kinds of things they might be into? My husband has a business trip this weekend. I had planned on spending the evening away, as well at my friends. My stepson would have the house alone for the party. However, Since knowing about his diaper fetish, I have decided to pretend to still be leaving for my friends, all dressed up for Halloween in one of my super sexy costumes, end up for one reason or another sticking around our house. Knowing that a party of collage age kids will be partying at our place for the evening intrigues me. Thinking that they may all be into kinky fetishes or even diaper lovers themselves is just too much for me not perhaps to become a part of. Tawny (888) 430-2010
October 26, 2015
Oh, the things I have learned since I have been hanging around with a new friend. She is part of the ABDL and BDSM scenes. It started out with us going to a “cuddle” party. It was a smaller, more private gathering so she said. There was a main room where you could just enjoy meeting other people and engaging in stimulating conversation. Then a more comfortable room with lots of fluffy couches, pillows on the floor and beds. She told me this was the cuddle room. Couples were all over just hugging, cuddling in all different ways and other’s just massaging each other; everyone looked so happy and relaxed. The atmosphere was so comforting. As we went further into the building we came upon a large nursery. This was not your typical nursery. This was why we were here. This was for adult babies and diaper lovers. She was a “nanny” here. When we entered the room everyone was so happy to see her. I felt all the love they had for her, and she for them. I watched in amazement as she took care of all her “Aby’s”, or so she called them. She went about checking diapers and changing them as needed. Putting some in large cribs for naps and even feeding them from bottles or baby food. There were other women that some of the Aby’s called “mommy” and even more “nannies” then just my friend. I noticed even more rooms with doors where some mommy’s took their babies and seemed to be either punishing them or giving extra love and attention. It was such a magical sight that I have been back to the nursery several times now and feel like I am becoming a part of the family. I am having so much enjoyment with my new role in the ABDL community. I am becoming a mommy, a very special mommy. Tawny (888)430-2010
October 25, 2015
Mickey had been a bad bad adult baby. He’d drawn all over the walls and dumped things all over the floor and worst of all he’d stripped his diaper off and gone to the bathroom on the floor. I’m normally a sweet and easy going mommy, but this abdl needed discipline and now. Whoever his mommy was before me had quit and now I could see why. I grabbed him and put him over my knee. My bare hand smacked his bare bottom several times and his cries were met only with me saying how I was doing this for his own good. I stopped, stood him up and asked him if he understood why he was being punished. His chin rose and he stuck his tongue out at me. “You’re not my real mommy.” He said and the preceded to run off. I sighed and stood. “Mickey, I’m your mommy for today and today you will listen to me or you will be sorry. Now, you help me clean up this mess you made or you will be sorry.” He was stubborn and I knew I would need to use more extreme methods to break him. I went to the kitchen and got a sponge and soapy water. I set it near the drawn on wall and pointed at it. “This is what you will use to clean this wall. I will pick up all the mess you made on the floor but you will clean this wall. If you don’t do this right I will make you wish you had.” I watched as he walked towards me and looked at the bucket, looked at the sponge, glanced at the wall and the crossed his arms over his bare chest and kicked the bucket over with malice. Oh yes, this baby was begging for punishment and I was the answer to that plea. This story is continued by clicking here.
October 4, 2015
My little sissy son loves to learn, and I am just so proud of him, very few little boys are as curious and excited to learn new things as mine. A few days ago, he accidentally walked in on me and his daddy. I was down on my knees, my hubby leaning back against the bed, my mouth stretched wide open to take all of my hubby’s inside of me at once. I tried to tell hubby to stop, but his thick cock was so far down my throat that I couldn’t make a sound, much less talk, so he just kept thrusting into my throat, pushing me further and further onto his cock until I swallowed his hot, sticky load. At first, I was mortified. I cleaned myself off and ran down the hall to my baby’s room. I had to apologize to my son for seeing that, but I was very surprised that he didn’t seem bothered at all. He actually seemed kind of intrigued. Then he asked me what it felt like. I kind of blanked out for a moment. I wasn’t sure, at first, how to explain how good it felt to gag on his daddy’s fat, hot dick. So, I just told him that if he was a very good boy, I would love to teach him how to suck cock and be a good little sissy slut. That way, one day, he can be just as good to his daddy as mommy is. I know this got him very excited, because I could see his hard little clitty in his pants. It made me so happy to know that my little boy was excited to learn how to be more like his mommy. I heard him playing with himself later, and I am sure he was thinking about how sexy it was watching his mommy swallow daddy’s eight-inch cock. Suddenly, I found myself very excited to teach him how to be more like his mommy.
October 3, 2015
Today I played a new game with my favorite sissy! We learned how to count. First, I took off her diapey and laid her on her back. I made sure her pretty ass-pussy was all lubed up and ready to go. Then, I had gently pushed a pretty, ribbed dildo into her hole. I made her count while I forced more into her, until her hole was all sloppy with lube. She learned to count all the way to five! Then we learned how to count backwards. I slid every wet, hot dildo out one by one. By the time there were only two left, they slipped right out of her big, stretched-out hole. Afterwards, she made a mess in her pull-up because her pretty ass hole was still gaping wide open. I gave her a spanking and cleaned her up. Next week, we’ll learn to count even more, but I think we will use anal beads instead. I have so much fun with my little abies!
October 3, 2015
There are days I get frustrated with being in this lifestyle. Days I think I should just walk away and try and pretend I am normal, whatever normal is these days. I’m not normal, though. In my heart I will always be a adult baby Mommy. I have too many good memories of regressing broken men into sweet whole babies. The first time I brought a man to his knees suckling my breast is a memory ever etched in my mind. Then there are long nights that I’ve held one of my babies as they’ve woke from a nightmare and had to rock them back to sleep. A mother’s soft touch and the gentle sound of a lullaby work wonders on babies of all ages. I see a cute dress or suit and my first thought is always if I can find a pattern to make something similar for one of my babies. I spend countless hours making things for all my abdl sweeties. I’ve also got a collection of tools and toys I’ve collected over the past few years. I have things that look like torture devices and things that look as innocent as a flower garden. I’ve used them all. There are sunny days of playdates and sweet kisses shared. There are erotic memories of amazing orgasms. Bondage and blowjobs are prevalent in my memory. There are also plenty of cum filled diapers and sexy baths that fill my mind. There’s no leaving this life for me. As log as there are babies that need me I will always be a mommy. I couldn’t stop being in this life. I am this life. I never want this time to end. I want more babies to help me make more memories. I want to hear from you. Call me 888-430-2010
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