Mommy Michelle
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I am the queen of baby punishment and all Mommy's send their naughty, dirty babies to me when they are in need of punishment and behavior modification. I do enjoy roleplay of all kinds, but collecting & owning babies as trophies is one of my favorite things to do!
I love for mommy or daddy to spank me and put me in my place, then change my diaper and put me to bed.
I am after all, the Phone A Mommy detention center for misbehaved ab/dl's! And I really crack my whip when it comes to demanding obedience and good behavior. Pun intended! I may look beautiful, and sweet, almost heavenly, but don't let that fool you, I am a very strict, stern, wickedly controlling Dommy Mommy who commands your obedience and will obtain it without compassion or mercy for those who resist.
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Dominant ABDL Training
Diaper Punishment
Humiliation
Forced Enema
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October 30, 2009
Its the night before candy day when all the diapered little ones can’t sleep because they know its so close to Halloween when they can be someone they usually can’t be in the usual day to day life but your all excited because you get to dress up and have fun in those cute costumes and go door to door for that candy everyone enjoys giving out to you but you like saying treat or trick i can just hear you in that sweet voice of yours say please and thank you so have a […]
October 26, 2009
A be”witch”ing poem for the sake of the Halloween spirit. In a city, on the border Of Greenwich Harbor and Bly, Maine Lies a scene, dubbed out of order The people don’t like to explain For when nightfall finds its calling And the ground is damp with dew A strange, mist-like fog starts falling Believed from the witches brew. When the haze drifts on the hillside The scent of sulfur fills the air Streaking ‘cross the ebbing high tide Till the fog is everywhere Then the night becomes quite stoic ‘Neath the bright yellow facade […]