Mommy Michelle
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I am the queen who punishes babies. All mothers give me naughty and dirty babies when they need to punish and change their behavior. I like all kinds of role-playing games, but collecting and raising children as trophies is one of my favorite things. I like mom or dad to spank my ass, let me sit down, then change the diaper, let me go to bed. After all, I am the ab/dl detention center of Phone A's mom! Speaking of the requirements for obedience and good behavior, I really broke the whip. Pan! I may look beautiful, sweet, almost heavenly, but don't let this fool you. I am a very strict, severe, perverted person who controls Dommy's mommy. He commands you to obey and shows no sympathy for those who resist. Or pity.
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Dominant ABDL Training
Diaper Punishment
Humiliation
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1 (888) 430-2010April 16, 2010
They walk down the street- faces reflecting a calmness so unfamiliar to me. Little eyes looking up at them; unknowingly relying upon their presence. We share the same planet, yet I feel upon another. To know the warmth of a soft breath upon my neck and the soundness of sleep upon my breast is no more than a mystery. Time does not cure all wounds of the heart when the soul remains unfulfilled. My eyes turn to the sky and I wonder why I am on a path that no longer fits my feet? Like a flower awaiting spring so it can burst forth with all its splendor, color and life so lies my love- dormant within the depths of my heart yearning to burst forth and be poured upon another. I push my carriage on the sidewalks of life and peer into it; hoping to see love gazing up into my eyes; unconditional, pure, beautiful and magical- only to find the carriage empty. © Ellen M. DuBois Minnie
April 5, 2010
Oh dear what can the matter be? Dear dear what can the matter be? Oh dear what can the matter be? Johnny’s so long at the fair. He promised he’d buy me a fairing should please me, And then for a kiss, oh! He vowed he would tease me, He promised he’d bring me a bunch of blue ribbons To tie up my bonny brown hair. Oh dear what can the matter be? Dear, dear what can the matter be? Oh dear what can the matter be? Johnny’s so long at the fair. He promised to buy me a pair of sleeve buttons, A pair of new garters that cost him but two pence, He promised he’d bring me a bunch of blue ribbons To tie up my bonny brown hair. Oh dear what can the matter be? Oh dear what can the matter be? Dear dear what can the matter be? Oh dear what can the matter be? Johnny’s so long at the fair. He promised he’d bring me a basket of posies, A garland of lilies, a garland of roses, A little straw hat, to set off the blue ribbons That tie up my bonny brown hair.