Count your Blessings

There we go; that’ll help keep you quiet. It’s hard to talk-back when you’ve got a giant pacifier in your mouth, isn’t it? Oh my God, I bet it would be so cute if we got you one that said “mute button” on the front of it. It would be so adorable watching you suck on it with that gwumpy, widdle face you’re making!

I must say it’s been so fun turning you into my baby girl. Haven’t you been having fun? … I’ll take that frowny face you’re still making as a “no”. Honestly I’m just so baffled as to why you’re not having fun.

You get to stay home and play with your toys all day, you get to have ALOT of sex, you NEVER have to pause what you’re doing to use the bathroom, and you have a kind, loving woman who takes care of you AND even lets you suck on her tits. You’re living the life, sissykins! What’s there to complain about?

I mean, sure, your toys are all baby toys, the only type of sex you get is pegging while you’re locked in chastity, you’re forced to sit in your own pee-pee’s and poo-poo’s all day, AND you have a strict mommy who controls every aspect of your life, but nobody’s getting lost in small details like that.

Ya know you should consider yourself lucky, cutiepie. You’re even getting to wear expensive, designer clothes every, single day of the week! Do you know how many people can say their normal outfit is worth literal hundreds? Not very many.

So, who cares that your designer outfit is a locking-dress that looks like it’s meant for an overgrown toddler? Just rock your new style, girlie; be proud of how it shows off that diapered patootie of yours. Plus, it looks absolutely ADORABLE on you.

Still not convinced? Yeah, I expected as much. That’s why I coated the nipple of your pacifier in a VERY powerful, psychoactive drug. I figure once that kicks in and I start playing the new hypnosis tapes for you that I bought; you’ll start to come around. In fact, I bet you’ll come to love your sissy-baby lifestyle more than I do! Maybe then you’ll start to count your blessings.