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I love diapers and I love garter belts--on myself and others. Just like panties, garter belts are often shown being worn under garter belts, but this is NOT how you wear them. The diaper should go under the garter belt, especially if you intend to wet it. You don't even have to buy a larger size garter belt most of the time. Wearing the diaper over the garter belt, IMHO, just looks silly and lets you know that the wearer is not serious about diapers. It drive me nuts! Still, the girl in this pictue is very pretty. I just wish I'd been there to show her how to do it right!

I'm not a big thumbsucker. I do have a tendency to fiddle with my jewelry, whether earrings, bracelets, or necklaces, but that's it. I do, however, put my thumb near or in my mouth when I'm not wearing any jewelry and when I'm concentrating on something, like when I'm reading or watching a movie.

E also likes me to suck my thumb during sex. He asks nearly every time, unless I'm strictly in a Mommy role. He usually brings it up a few minutes before he cums. I really don't mind and actually think it's kind of hot, but it's really hard to breathe that way, so I've taken to putting my thumb in the side of my mouth and sort of pretending to suck it while I'm still breathing out the other side of my mouth. I know I'm cheating, but when we're in full swing, it's hard to get all the air I need just by breathing through my mouth.

I don't know if E likes it because it's reminiscent of oral sex or because it infantilizes me, but they're both factors for me. Sometimes when I'm being penetrated, I wish I could be giving a blow job, too, and having my thumb in my mouth is very different, but it gives me something to do with my lips and tongue. I also like the mild embarrassment of being told to be more babyish.

I also like to enforce thumbsucking with my pro playmates. Sometimes it's a bondage thing, but a lot of the time it's just a replacement for a gag when they're making too much noise! I just tell them to suck their thumb and voila! I don't have to run and get a gag or spend time disinfecting it later.

You may or may not know that I'm currently expecting. I'm almost eight months pregnant and am taking last calls for pregnancy videos. Last time I was expecting I didn't talk about it much and, about three months after the baby was born, I started getting requests for pregnancy videos. So this time I'm putting it out there. If you have an idea for a pregnancy ABDL video you'd like to see, let me know about it. If your idea is very unusual I may suggest a private video, but worst case scenario, I don't shoot it. Best case, I do use your idea and you get to see your fantasy! Feel free to spread the word around. I'd like to get as many ideas as possible, since this will be my last pregnancy for a long time!

By submitting an idea, you're relinquishing a right to the script and concept. Changes may be made due to what I have available, exoense, or marketability. Compensation for submitting the idea is a free copy of the video.

The first wave was the worst. Emma could feel the water shoot out of her, then trickle down her thighs. She gave a little scream and tried to press her legs together, but they were shaking too much.

The nurse said nothing until the last of the liquid had drained away.

"Oh my. Undress."

Emma obeyed, but couldn't keep herself from sobbing as she did. She removed the dressing gown and held it uncertainly.

"In the sink," said the nurse, with a hint of annoyance. She was wiping down her gloves and apron, though as far as Emma could see she hadn't been splashed. As Emma placed the dressing gown in the big, stainless steel sink, she glanced at the floor. Most of the liquid had been absorbed by the pad, but there were still splatters on the floor. She was relieved to see that it was clear, but it smelled.

As Emma stood over the sink naked, wondering what would happen next, the nurse thrust an apron at her, along with a pair of rubber gloves, a spray bottle, and a rag. Emma stood dumbly.

Nuse Dalton appeared to be getting impatient. "Put the apron on, you stupid girl. Clean up that mess you made on the floor, then we'll wash you properly. After you've been disciplined, you can have a suppository and go back to class."

Emma reached for the apron and put it on quickly. No one else at the school had spoken to her that way before. They had been firm, but always respectful. She was already embarassed by her accident and being called a "stupid girl" only deepend her humiliation.

"Did you expect somene else to clean up after you sprayed used enema water all over the floor?" The nurse sneered as Emma got down on her knees and began mopping up the malodorous water. "Honestly, it's just disgusting. The problem with girls like you is that you have no control. I've been giving enemas for twenty years and the handfull of accidents have all been with unwilling, uncooperative, disobedient little girls like you."

Emma's eyes began to tear. She could smell her own waste and knew that it was true: she was disgusting. But she hadn't done it on purpose! She would never, ever do something like that on purpose. She knew better than to correct the nurse, though. She was in enough trouble already.

After the water was mopped up, Emma threw away the pad and cleaned the floor with the sharp contents of the spray bottle. The alcoholic smell of the cleaner was, however, preferable to that of the enema water and Emma could also blame the fumes for the tears in her eyes. When the floor was sparkling clean, Emma dropped her gloves and apron into the sink as well and put the spray bottle down, then stood with her hands clasped in front of her, waiting to be told what to do.

Nurse Dalton inspected the floor, but failed to find anything wrong. She nodded once to show that the job was adequate, then took Emma by the arm and bent her over the sink, dropping another pad onto the floor. She took a clean rag and saturated it with warm water and soap and began scrubbing Emma's hindquarters. She scrubbed hard and fast and indiscriminately. No part of Emma was safe, from the rose of her anus to the curtains of her sex. The washcloth was rough as a cat's tongue, but Emma shivvered as it flicked against her clitoris. Oh please, not there!

The only thing that could humiliate her further would be to become aroused while being cleansed of her own filth. She squirmed this way and that to try to avoid contact with the cloth, but Nurse Dalton chased her down, pulling the cloth between her legs and even slipping a bit of it inside of her struggling patient. Emma let out a little moan, half of frustration and half of longing.

Finally, the nurse moved onto her legs, scrubbing and scrubbing til Emma's thighs were red. She also scrubbed the girl's calves, feet, and each one of her little toes. Finally Emma was rinsed with the same wash clothed, soaked in warm water that was wrung out over her lower body. The trickling water further teased her swollen clit. But Nurse Dalton wasn't finished there. When Emma tried to take the towel to dry herself, the nurse snatched it back and told her to stand still. "You're not even self-reliant enough to hold your bowel. You'll be towel dried like an infant."

The drying was rough and just as intrusive as the washing, but Emma shut her eyes and tried to think of being back with Karen, relating an edited version of the events and being fawned over and petted.

"There," said the nurse, tossing the towel into the overflowing sink with everything else. She stood up and patted her hair into place. "Now I shall have to beat you."

And Happy Holidays, though Hannukah was weeks ago, solstice was on the 21st, and I have no idea when Kwanzaa is. ^_^;; Still, have fun and I hope everyone is having a great holiday season. There are TWO jewlery boxes (I think) with my name on them under the tree, so I'm sure I will!

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Continued from "Something Borrowed, Something...Wet? II"

Diana let her hand drop to her side again.

Jon reached behind her and unzipped her dress, pulling it down over his bride's shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Now he stood in his tux with two diapered beauties, one blonde, one brubette, pressed together in his arms.

"H-h-how long has this been going on?"

Veronica bit her lip, but Diana just stared blankly ahead, stroking Jon's hair and tucking it behind her ear. She seemed to know that this was an argument between her finace and her best friend. She, as usual, was happy to play the innocent bystander while other people argued and figured things out.

"A while."

"You put her in diapers?"

"...Yes."

Jon snorted. "You're lesbians or something?"

Veronica seemed amused by this, smiling coquettishly. "Not exactly. I mean, she's marrying you, isn't she? And I like guys, too. It's just that when it comes to diapers..."

"Yeah, I imagine it's hard to find a playmate." Jon traced Veronica's nipple with his thumb. He had started absentmindedly massaging Diana's breast and now she moaned and tilted her head back a little. "Undo my slacks."

Both girls reached for Jon's zipper, Veronica's long, slender fingers competing with Diana's childish ones. They not only undid his pants, but took out his cock. Diana nuzzled her diaper front against it while Veronica teased and stroked it, beating it playfully against Diana's diaper.

Jon oozed pre-cum as he asked, "Do you have any more of those diapers?"

Veronica pressed her breasts against him and whispered, "Yes. Why?" She traced the shell of his ear with her tongue, not forgetting to still thump his cock against Diana's diaper.

"Go get one."

Veronica pulled herself out of Jon's grip and went to rummage through her purse. Jon turned his focus to Diana. "You're a bad girl, darling."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Oh!" Jon's cock pumped and for a moment he thought he might cum, but he calmed down just in time. Not yet. Not yet.

"I'm going to have to fuck you and your little friend, you know?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Again his cock pumped. "Put your thumb in your mouth."

Diana complied, her cherry lips pursed becomingly around her babyish thumb. Part of Jon wished it was his cock in her mouth, but the visual of his bride, in nothing but her diaper, garter, and veil, sucking her thumb, was incredibly appealing.

Veronica returned holding a diaper and baby powder in one hand. Her other hand was caressing her breast. "I love making her do that, too. I bet she sucks dick like a champ."

Jon smiled. Oral sex wasn't really Diana's forte, but what she lacked in skill she made up for in enthusiasm. She seemed to think all she had to do was put it in her mouth and suck away as fast and hard as she could. It was fun if there had been a lot of foreplay, but otherwise a little much. Still, it was cute to see her on her knees, eager to please and her breasts swaying as she pumped away.

Veronica waved the diaper, still playing with her breast and nipple. "And what should I do with this?"

"That one's for me."

Veronica and Diana undressed Jon, laying his clothes out on a chair. As they did, he alternately kissed and fondled them or told them to kiss each other. He couldn't keep his hands off of their crinkly diapers. He found himself loving the sound they made and the way they emphasized the girls' movements and accentuated their curves and tiny waists. When he was fully naked, he took a moment to grab both girls again and push them face to face and pump his cock between their merging diapers. As he did, Diana and then Veronica lifted their legs, giving him better access to their diapered clits. He couldn't be sure, but he thought Diana came. Her little face became flushed and she grabbed Veronica insistently around the waist, pushing eagerly against her partners and giving a little shivver.

Jon decided she'd had enough. Cupping her face in is hand, he said, "Let's get me into one of those, too."Still flushed, she could only nod.

Jon lied down on the table, his erection pointing straight up. Veronica slid the diaper under his hips and Diana cuddled up next to him, kissing him and stroking his chest. Veronica sprinkled baby powder onto him and started stroking it in. She started slow, but got faster and firmer as Jon became more excited, thrusting his tongue into Diana's mouth and his cock against Veronica's hand. He felt his loins tighten and knew that he couldn't hold back much longer. The smell of the baby powder, the warmth of Diana in his arms, and Veronica's skillful hand were too much.

He came straight up into the air, spurting onto Veronica's hand, his bride's thighs, and drenching the diaper. 

As he lied there, his waning penis hovering over an open diaper, Veronica started to laugh.

To be continued...

A while back I was complaining that no ABDL blogs last very long and they're all inactive, but I've found the following list to be regular, though I haven't read all of them, so I can't say anything as to quality, but here's my qucik list of promising ABDL blogs. They're in no particular order.

• Ally's Blog Strawberry Sweetie
• Inside the Twisted Mind of Fyfe
• My ABDL Life
• Anna's Blog Little Papaya
• Scamper
• Baby Mike My Adult Baby Life!!!
• Riley Kilo Protection Blog
  
• Little Girl at Heart 2
• Adventures of a Little Monster
• Sweet and Savory Confessions From a Dumpling 
• ABDL Daddy
  

I've been going through my session applications, seeing which sites yield the best ones and my age play and diaper fetish site, misspennybarber.com, has not yielded a good application in something like six months--which is as far back as I've checked.

This is really disappointing because I started the site because ABDLs were not filling out my site application correctly and a few told me it was because they felt that the form was not specific to them, so I made not only an ABDL application, but a whole site! At first it seemed to do the trick, but I've begun noticing that every time I open an email containing that application form, I cringe a little. I do still have ABDL clients that I enjoy, mostly regulars I met long ago or who find me through my BDSM site, but that form is almost a screening process, letting me know that what I find inside will be a waste of my time.

Why this is, I do not know, but since I really do enjoy age play and diaper discipline scenes and actually prefer to have them be the majority of the types of sessions I do and why it is one of the only three things I mention in my Eros ad, I thought I would address it to let those who are serious about seeing me know what they can do to better their chances.

1. Trying to Get Free Phone Sex A lot of the messages I receive don't include their email address and ask me specifically to call them to tell them "What I will do to them." This is the oldest trick in the book and no woman with two brain cells to rub together falls for it. I provide a fantasy fulfillment service. Yes, I only accept clients who have fantasies similair to mine, but if someone can't tell me what they want, I'm not going to waste my time guessing, especially while they're beating off on the other end of a phone. I need to know what a client wants to be able to tell if I want to spend time with them. I'm not looking for a boyfriend to fulfill my needs. I already have one, thank you.
2. Typing in Baby Talk Most of these messages are unintelligable and I can't answer them anyway (they often mis-spell their email addresses in their furvor), but even if I could, I'm not interested. When talking about how we will spend our time together, a client and I are not in scene. I am not his Mommy. I have not agreed to be their Mommy. Just sending a form asking me to be does not mean I consent, so it's a little like using a sexually familiar term like "baby" or "doll" with a woman you just met on the street not because she likes you, but because you've decided she's attractive.
3. Mis-typing Information It seems that whenever I do get a decent application, the email address has been mis-typed. Check your email address if you want a response! Some use this as a trick to try to get a phone call. It doesn't work.
4. Treating Me Like a Secretary I will not book your flight, recommend hotels, map out your route, or do anything a concierge would do.
5. Asking for Free Play I really feel for those who can't afford a session and can't seem to find a Mommy, but I am already in a personal relationship. I suggest that these guys work on themselves to become more attractive to potential playmates or on their careers to be able to afford a Mommy. I'm not looking for another personal relationship and those who try to tell me that I owe them because they read my blog or something or that I'm a bitch for not fulfilling their fantasies are just plain creepy.
6. Not Having an Email Address I have never received an application from a non-ABDL client caliming not to have an email address. If you don't have one that it is safe to receive messages from me at, make a new one! It's really easy. I do not offer bookings via phone for two reasons: they are hard to schedule and I like to have things in writing so that I can easily look up your information before we meet. This ensures a better session and fits into a system I've been using for years. I will not change it for one session. If you're looking for a way to make me smile, abide by my rules and preferences!
7. Asking Me to Travel My nursery is in San Francisco. I will not travel to another town for anything less than a multiple-day, all-expenses paid session where I will make more than if I stay at home. Otherwise, I like to use my own nursery and hang out with friends when our time together ends.
8. Giving Minimal Information The application is a way for me to know what it would be like to spend time with you. It is your way to begin contact with me. Sometimes I will ask newbies to try filling out the application again if they don't do a good job, but usually I just delete it. If someone doesn't take their first impression seriously, chances are they're just fantasizing about seeing me and communicating with them is a waste of my time. When filling out the application, FILL IT OUT. Offer me all the information I ask for and try to give me a real sense of what it is like to be with you and what you're hoping to experience with me. Do not, however, send long-winded stories or accounts. Be forthcoming, but concise.

If I didn't genuinely enjoy ABDL sessions, I would not take the time to write this little list of common mistakes. I would LOVE to see more ABDLs! I've been doing a lot of fetish scenes lately, which is fun and all, but I like diapering, the smell of baby powder, and playing the Mommy. I'd love to do more of it, especially around the holidays, when I'm feeling very maternal and domestic.

If you think you'd also enjoy spending time with me, visit my site and, after reading through the relevant information, send an application--one that I will enjoy reading.

I'm going to start asking which story people would like me to write each month. See all the stories I've written so far, then cast your vote!

On Sunday I did things with family, but Saturday night was my night out with E. We went to dinner at our favorite restaurant and a burlesque show that was really great.

I had a lot of trouble deciding what I wanted to be this year. In the end, I was trying to decide between vintage nurse and baby. I love the vintage nurse thing, but figured my full fashion stockings and genuine cap and uniform would go unappreciated. Plus, I have this crazy expensive Hello Kitty onesie that I got at Anime Expo that has only seen the light of day a few times and I wanted to show it off. However, until a few hours before we walked out the door, we weren't planning on going to dinner. I mentioned it casually to E and we decided to go. It had been redecorated and closed for a long time so we were jonsing for it and anxious to see if the cool tiki atmosphere had been compromised. (It wasn't!)

Then, when we were getting ready to leave, I realized that showing up dressed in a onesie to a nice-but-not-too-nice restaurant would probably be a little weird. They wouldn't have refused to seat us or anything, but, as I've said before, I'm actually pretty shy and don't like to draw too much attention to myself. I ponted this out to E, too, and then he got worried about his costume, too. So, we just brought stuff along to change into before we went to the club.

Dinner was great. E got tipsy enough to grope me under the table, but not tipsy enough to try to grope me over it, which I think is a good balance. :p After desert ad the bill, we went out to the car to try to figure out how the hell we were going to change. E found a secluded, but not empty, parking lot and we  pulled in. I had worn a skin tight jersey dress to dinner, so I refused a diaper, no matter how much he threatened and cajoled. We go there a lot and I'm only willing to submit to that sort of thing if I'm not ordering crab rangoons from the people who see me for the next ten or twenty years. (I'm SHY!) So, the first order of business was to diaper me in a liner and Bambino Classico. However, with all the giggling, squirming, and cramped conditions, baby powder got absolutely everywhere. I'm still avoiding cleaning it up.

After that, I struggled into my onesie in the car while E, disregarding the cold, got dressed outside. I think he was trying to be a gentleman and let me have more room. I glued some little jewels to my face and braided my hair and we were ready! What I like about my HK onesie is that it doesn't have feet, so I could still wear my pink Converse sneakers with it and not feel too odd. No back flap, though. I LOVE backflaps on jammies! If you follow me on twitter, you can see a picture of the onesie that I took right before I went to bed, since pics aren't loading here, but I forgot to take others. Or, rather, I asked E to, but I feel like a brat constantly telling people to photograph me, so I only mention it once, then let it go, which usually means no pictures. I guess I need to be more agressive!

But the burlesque show was great, featuring some of our favorite dancers. I don't think anyone quite realized I was supposed to be a baby, despite the diaper waddle. Maybe I should have foregone the face jewels and brought a pacifier and clip. I suppose there's always next year!

I keep seeing ads from older guys--so-called Daddies--advertising for girls under twenty-four and it pisses me the fuck off.

When I look for an AB partner or Mommy or Daddy or whatever, I don't specify an age because that's not what age PLAY is about. Real age discrepancies don't figure in, because it's all fantasy play and more about dynamics than dates. Age is irrelevant. If I'm looking for a boy- or girlfriend I tend to have more in common with people of my generation who lived through what I did, but someone being older or younger still isn't a turn off if we get along well. I'm just less likely to have something in common with someone thirty years older than me when we try to sit down and talk about something besides diapers.

Beyond  that, I've always felt that age play is about the transcending of boundaries and taboos, a really close, romantic relationship that allows two people to love each other in a way most never experience. Plus, it's kinky and dirty, which makes it even better!

I'm not sure if these guys are just don't know what the hell age play is or if they're in-denial pedophiles who are just trying to get the youngest girl the can while still being legal. Of course, if it's the later, hey, it's better than the alternative. But if it's the former, it's very annoying. It's not like it's hard to find out. Hell, the name not vague! AGE PLAY. PLAYING a different AGE.

I don't mind older-for-younger at all, but the reason it pisses me off when I see it being advertised for on age play boards is because there is confustion among the general population about what ABDL and age play are and mislabeling of a simple older-for-younger fetish doesn't help. It makes people think that age play really is about real age discrepancies. Also, it drives away the ladies. There was a post in another FetLife group, Humberts and Lolitas or something, where a girl in her early twenties said she felt too old and was worried about growing out of being a baby girl.

WHAT?!?!

Even I, in my mid-twenties, get called old, which is freaking ridiculous. If I'm old, then the forty or fifty-year-old hitting on me is ancient. Like, decrepit ancient. Like, go back to the rest home ancient. I think a lot of these guys are worried about aging themselves, but IMHO the answer isn't to try to bang a kid who is technically an adult, but to find women your own age who also retain a youthful spirit.

So this wasn't a particularly long rant for me, but to sum it up, keep the older-for-younger posts in older-for-younger groups. Don't try to pass it off as age play and if you are looking for age play, don't list a woman's age as a criterion. It only makes you look like a douche bag.

Jon slipped in the door quickly, then froze. His bride stood holding her skirt aloft, her maid of honor behind her, caressing her thighs. This was shocking enough, but once he'd had time to adjust, he realized that his beloved Diana was wearing a thick, plastic diaper and that a pacifier on a ribbon dangled from her garter.

Diana shrieked, "No!" and buried her face in her hands. Veronica, usually so quick with a response, stood mute, too stunned even to pull her hands away from her friend's milky thighs.

Before Jon could move or even speak, he realized he had an erection. He shifted his weight and, his stutter returning due more to shock at his body's reaction than to what he was seeing, asked, "W-w-w-what are you d-d-d-doing?"

Veronica returned to her senses before Diana did and pulled the blushing bride's dress down, stepping out from behind her.

"I was just helping her fix her garter." Veronica brushed hair back from her shoulders, glaring at Jon and daring him to argue.

"She was in a diaper."

"She's nervous and when she's nervous she feels like she has to go. You might not get a bathroom break for a while. You should know this about your freaking wife."

Diana still huddled behind Veronica and the brunette did make for an imposing image, standing in her strapless bridesmaid dress looking like an Amazon ready to defend a comrade to the death. Her large bust was thrust out and her hands were on her hips, like Wonder Woman.

But she was still only a five and a half foot tall woman, really not much more than a girl, and Jon was over six feet and leanly muscular. He strode across the room, his erection rubbing against his silk boxers, and pushed Veronica out of the way. He pulled up Diana's dress, yanking off the pacifier and clip. His hand lingered on her diapered mons, keeping the dress up and adding to his bride's humiliation. "Then what the f-f-fuck is this?"

Veronica, pushed aside, but still the force to be reckoned with, jutted out her chin and tried to snatch the pacifier away. "It's just a little inside joke."

Jon had two options. He could choose to believe Veronica and leave, apologizing, explaining he'd only come in to steal a quick pre-wedding kiss. Or he could throw the pacifier to the ground and call the whole thing off--at least until this was straightened out.

And then an evil thought began to form in Jon's mind. Those would be what most men would do and indeed what Jon would normally do, but he was jittery from all the planning and the stress of knowing that soon he would be speaking in front of almost three hundred people. And the feeling of Diana pressed up against him, her soft body yielding to him and the feel of her sex growing hot through the thick, crinkly diaper, the faint smell of baby powder and the fact that he hadn't had sex in almost a week--drove him to think of something he would otherwise not have had the courage to do.

He reached out and pulled off Veronica's dress. It was really only a tube with some crystals on it and it came off easilly enough, sheeting down to her knees where it pooled, exposing another thick, becoming diaper and Jon's penis throbbed with enthusiasm. Veronica screamed and raised her hand to slap Jon, but he grabbed her wrist and twisted her under his arm in a dance spin, and pinned her next to Diana.

"You--!"

"Look," said Jon, turning to face the two girls beneath him, one struggling, one still, "I think this is some sort of sick sex thing and I'm not letting you go until it's all explained. In fact," he pressed his eager sex against Diana's crinkling diaper, "I'd like to hear all about it."

Veronica was still enraged and trying to break free, but Diana's pupils dialated just a little and her breath became deeper and quicker. She gently pressed back against her fiancee and curved her back, presenting her breasts to him ever so subtlely. She was clearly becoming aroused. And, though he was not as familiar with Veronica's body as he might like to be, he thought there was a stagelike quality to her struggling, as though it weren't meant to free her, but to show that she would need to be controlled. And her nipples were like little gems, hard and eye-catching. She thrust her pelvis at him in mock resistance.

Quickly, Jon released Veronica's hands and grabbed her hair, forcing her mouth to his. It wasn't long before the kiss turned real. She arched her back to press her breasts to him and her hands fell to her sides. She yielded, even if not with the helpless softness of Diana, who tranquilly stroked Jon's hair while he thrust his tongue into her bridesmaid's mouth.

Pulling away, Jon cradled the now docile brunette in his arm. "Will you be a good girl now?"

Veronica's eyes opened and she looked solemnly into Jon's face with the seductive innocense of a young girl. She nodded, not knowing how to impart the appropriate submission to her voice.

Jon kissed Diana in turn, rubbing against her diaper as he did so. She reached down to caress his sex, but he pulled her hand away. "I want to feel your diaper."

 Note: This will be the last APA Event that I'm co-hosting! (Everything's fine; I'm just busy.)

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