Greetings my panty-huffing sissy boys and sublime submissives!
You would not believe the freaky shit going on behind the scenes on Mistress Ziviana's BDSM phone lines!
I was on a health kick yesterday--literally! Yes, I was kicking my tree hugging veg-head sub in the health nuts during a session on the rack down here in the dungeon. Yes, I made him do push-ups, which is hard to do with your feet tied...anyway, every time he whimpered, grunted or whined I nailed him in the health nuts with the silver points on my Toni Lama boots.
Naturally, I was bored when the call came through from Gustav (whose real name is far less interesting). I didn't know who it was at first because he was breathing hard and whispering into his crappy cell phone. He was stuck with his dick in a glory hole and couldn't get the guy on the other side of the stall in the bathroom let go.
I laughed because he needed me to turn him off. So I thought about it for a second and passed the phone to my veg-head. Keep in mind Gustav is as hetero as they come. I ordered Veg Boy to list off the menu at his Vegetarian Delight deli. Just like magic Gustav deflated faster than a cheese puff and was free!
Mistress Ziviana
Monday, February 23, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Dear Carl
Dear Carl,
I laughed so hard when you called yesterday from the bathroom. My naughty horny baby boy was having trouble getting into his plastic pants!
You couldn’t get your adult diaper off—the tabs were stuck or something.
You had a raging boner in your Huggies and couldn’t grab a little skin-on-skin contact. I heard the rhythmic crinkle-crinkle of the plastic as you furiously rubbed your cute little stiffie through the unsatisfying thickness.
Were you on the edge of a temper tantrum or was it an orgasm? It was hard to tell. This was the longest you had ever enjoyed an erection. I loved the rasp of your hot, silky voice when you whined, “Help me Mommy, I can’t…I can’t get them off.” You were nearly crying.
I wondered why you didn’t just go get scissors. So I finally said, “Go get scissors, silly boy.”
You whimpered, “I can’t leave the room, Mommy!”
I crooned, “My darling silly baby blue boy, I thought we talked about this.” I worried that you might be in another restaurant bathroom situation.
“No Mommy,” You whispered into the phone, “I’ve been a good boy.”
“Where are you?” I asked, happy you weren’t in public.
“I’m at home.” You whispered. I listened to the ache in your voice with pleasure. You moaned deep in the back of your throat, desperately hungry for release. “I’m home, Mommy…and so is my wife!” There was a note of panic there at the end—or was it arousal? Were you crouched alone in a darkened guest bathroom? You whispered, “She came home early and doesn’t know I’m here!”
I loved that part my dear Carl. It made my day. And truthfully, I was touching myself too. We know how it ends my strong little man. What I want to know is: what did you do with the shredded diaper?
Love, Momma Rose
I laughed so hard when you called yesterday from the bathroom. My naughty horny baby boy was having trouble getting into his plastic pants!
You couldn’t get your adult diaper off—the tabs were stuck or something.
You had a raging boner in your Huggies and couldn’t grab a little skin-on-skin contact. I heard the rhythmic crinkle-crinkle of the plastic as you furiously rubbed your cute little stiffie through the unsatisfying thickness.
Were you on the edge of a temper tantrum or was it an orgasm? It was hard to tell. This was the longest you had ever enjoyed an erection. I loved the rasp of your hot, silky voice when you whined, “Help me Mommy, I can’t…I can’t get them off.” You were nearly crying.
I wondered why you didn’t just go get scissors. So I finally said, “Go get scissors, silly boy.”
You whimpered, “I can’t leave the room, Mommy!”
I crooned, “My darling silly baby blue boy, I thought we talked about this.” I worried that you might be in another restaurant bathroom situation.
“No Mommy,” You whispered into the phone, “I’ve been a good boy.”
“Where are you?” I asked, happy you weren’t in public.
“I’m at home.” You whispered. I listened to the ache in your voice with pleasure. You moaned deep in the back of your throat, desperately hungry for release. “I’m home, Mommy…and so is my wife!” There was a note of panic there at the end—or was it arousal? Were you crouched alone in a darkened guest bathroom? You whispered, “She came home early and doesn’t know I’m here!”
I loved that part my dear Carl. It made my day. And truthfully, I was touching myself too. We know how it ends my strong little man. What I want to know is: what did you do with the shredded diaper?
Love, Momma Rose
Baby Powder Fetish
Hello my blue-ball babies and my panty-huffing sissy boys!
You will not believe the sexy chat I had last night with Carl. Now diaper boy Carl’s got a serious fetish for traditional baby powder. The slightest whiff of it will get him so hard he often doesn’t have time to put a diaper on.
Well, he really got himself into a jam at the IHOP when he got a huge erection that wouldn’t go away. A lady wearing a ton of baby powder had been seated in the booth next to his and BAM! He got this massive boner.
He called me for help from the table where he was trying to finish his dinner. I didn’t know who it was because Carl was whispering.
Turns out he couldn’t get up to go to the bathroom because his huge boner was sticking straight out! He couldn’t get off because there were too many people around.
We talked about the silky powder in his diaper under his clothes and how it would turn to pudding when he squirted creamy white cum into the thick absorbent padding cradling his tight blue balls.
Carl quietly groaned into the phone as he unloaded a large, juicy wad of cum into his adult diaper.
Thanks goodness!
- Momma Rose
You will not believe the sexy chat I had last night with Carl. Now diaper boy Carl’s got a serious fetish for traditional baby powder. The slightest whiff of it will get him so hard he often doesn’t have time to put a diaper on.
Well, he really got himself into a jam at the IHOP when he got a huge erection that wouldn’t go away. A lady wearing a ton of baby powder had been seated in the booth next to his and BAM! He got this massive boner.
He called me for help from the table where he was trying to finish his dinner. I didn’t know who it was because Carl was whispering.
Turns out he couldn’t get up to go to the bathroom because his huge boner was sticking straight out! He couldn’t get off because there were too many people around.
We talked about the silky powder in his diaper under his clothes and how it would turn to pudding when he squirted creamy white cum into the thick absorbent padding cradling his tight blue balls.
Carl quietly groaned into the phone as he unloaded a large, juicy wad of cum into his adult diaper.
Thanks goodness!
- Momma Rose
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