Step Mommy Dianna
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Forced sissy-Diaper training-Rule enforcement-Potty training-Diaper BDSM-Diaper and ABDL training Hello, naughty little baby. Dommy Mommy Diana is here to pick you up! I will use my short skirt to make fun of you, the things below will definitely be very revealing, but when I find you staring at it, oh, it will be hell! Naughty and dirty boys must be punished. Do you like what you see? I certainly hope so, because now it will cost you. You will be wearing a complete diaper, wearing a pink ruffled dress that I hid specially for you, and you will sit in the corner with your thumb in your mouth so that everyone can see that you are a baby. I think it doesn’t work, or if you are particularly naughty, I have a perfect tree on the sidewalk, I will take your diaper and a beautiful pink dress to send you, let you choose the switch and bring it came back. I will press you on my knees and change your bare butt until it becomes cute and red! All neighbors will know how naughty you are when they see you in a skirt! !
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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.