Mommy Liz
My Bio:
Hello pumpkin, this is my mother Lisa Beth! Phone sex has always been my job; I think you can say that I am a naughty professional. My favorite phone has always been Baby Adults, and I am so happy to play with cute boys and girls like you! I like the sensibility of age games and ABie RPG and the total abandonment...I like to completely control my children, strangle them with love and affection, or punish them when they misbehave! I was born and raised in Texas, so my loving, stern speeches and nursery rhymes have a sweet southern accent. I also knelt on my mother’s lap and learned Southern politeness (and proper family discipline) and watched her spanking and spanking my little sister... I saw her using what she called "petticoat punishment" to my brothers. "Wear them with ruffles and let them walk around the block in girlish clothes. As you can imagine, if my children insult me, I will punish, anger and humiliate them without hesitation. Sissy girls are my specialty. I am a very versatile and creative mother: I can be kind, gentle and caring, breastfeeding and changing diapers... and then throw you on my lap and hit your little butt until it blisters. I love intricate role-playing games, and I find the pleasure of pampering and domination of myself is absolutely *delicious*. If you long for a amiable mother, or a mother with a gentle and firm hand and a vicious hand, if you need a boundless mother, love you when you are good, and discipline when you are bad, call me!
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Singing & Stories
Sissification
Petticoat Discipline
Mommy-Dommy
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December 2, 2010
our jowls crashing like cymbals, while my baby brother takes out his eight-ball left eye and squints his right to line up his shot on the world’s smallest pool table. Mother has a camera for a head; it flashes uncontrollably though she claims to have run out of film a hundred years ago, when father’s penis, an unstoppable spigot, became a garden sprinkler, contained by adult diapers, changed hourly, and hourly, my sister— shuffling out of her hiding place in the cuckoo clock, her hair a mess of paper clips, a Raggedy Ann doll in her arms—sighs to pass the time. Water seeps through the ceiling, because upstairs the bathtub overflows, for Grandma has forgotten the bath she’s drawn, and on the stove the gas is high, the flames are heating up a pudding over which my opa whispers: boil, boil, loyal rubble, follow me to the end of my life. by Christopher Shannon Minnie
November 5, 2010
Don’t bring camels in the classroom. Don’t bring scorpions to school. Don’t bring rhinos, rats, or reindeer. Don’t bring mice or moose or mule. Pull your penguin off the playground. Put your python in a tree. Place your platypus wherever you think platypi should be. Lose your leopard and your lemur. Leave your llama and your leech. Take your tiger, toad, and toucan anywhere but where they teach. Send your wombat and your weasel with your wasp and wolverine. Hide your hedgehog and hyena where you’re sure they won’t be seen. Please get rid of your gorilla. Please kick out your kangaroo. No, the teacher didn’t mean it when she called the class a “zoo. by Kenn Nesbitt Minnie