Step Mommy Tammy
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Awe, do you need Step Mommy Tammy to take care of you while your mommy is out of town? I do enjoy roleplay of all kinds, but collecting & owning babies as trophies is one of my favorite things to do!
I’m not here to replace your mommy, but I promise i’ll make you forget how much your missing her!
Mommy Tammy is here to fulfill your deepest desires and make sure that anything you need is taken care of while you relax, get pampered, and treated like the little baby you really are! Mommy Tammy will make sure she keeps all your secrets safe with her, she promises not to tell your mommy about the naughty things you think about. If you accidentally touch mommy inappropriately, she’ll never let anyone know and will teach you the right way to touch mommy inappropriately!
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January 27, 2026
The heavy scent of citrus cleaning spray hung in the air as I finished wiping down the kitchen counter. My house was quiet, spotless, and mine. Everything in its place. Just the way I liked it though it could get a little lonely at times. The only sound was the soft tick-tock of the wall clock in the hall, counting down to when my guest would arrive. He’d called himself a “good girl” on his message, asking so politely if he could come over. I knew what he needed. I always did. The doorbell chimed, a delicate […]
June 19, 2025
The nursery door creaked, a sound Mommy knew by heart all to well, like the first note of their private symphony. She didn’t turn from the window, letting the curtain brush her knuckles as she counted his footsteps. Eleven towards the rocking chair. Always eleven. His diaper crinkled as he settled on the rug, stacking alphabet blocks with clumsy hands. Cherrywood scent clung to him; she’d bathed him in bergamot oil an hour ago, scrubbing beneath his arms with a loofah until his skin pinkened. Mommy knelt beside him, silk robe pooling like a waterfall […]