Phone A Mommy Lexi

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About Me:

 I am Bad Baby Lexi, and I ain't no fucking pretty princess; let's just get that straight! I am a badass bottom, also known as a submissive baby, and I have many tops - which are dominants that I enjoy roleplaying with. Pain feels so fucking good to me that I will continue to seek it out. Because I am a bad baby girl consistently, I will always get punished. Being a good girl is not me. I won't even dress like a good girl if you paid me because that is not who I am. And to make sure that I get extra punishments, I purposely disobey when my dominant tells me to do something. I take forever to respond to questions, and sometimes I pretend that I am so occupied on my phone watching videos that I practically ignore my top. I know that it won't be too long until I get punished for it, and that is exactly what I want.

   I am not the type that is ever gonna get tied down to one fucking dommy mommy or dommy daddy; Get the fuck out of here! I love my freedom! And why should I settle for one dominant when I could have a ton of doms to play with? I dig abdl/bdsm roleplay that is the most unusual, weirdest, sickest, craziest, roughest, kinkiest, and raunchiest possible. No missionary style bullshit for me, keep that for your dull ass spouse, cause I don't get involved in boring shit; it has to be exciting for me to give a fuck about it. My pain tolerance is high as fuck, so that will explain my various piercings and tattoos. I also love to have my nipples twisted, pulled, and bitten when I am fucking, and spankings are best done on my ass when they are done so hard on my ass that my cheeks end up looking red and blistered.

 I purposely love to move my hips and ass all over the place instead of remaining still over my dominant's knees so that I could prolong my discipline. My pussy is constantly leaking juices when I am getting spanked; that shit just feels so good! When I play, I love it when I am stripped naked and tied to a bed, spread eagle with my entire pussy, and my delicious tits all exposed. Then if you would blindfold me and stuff a ball gag into my mouth would make my cunt super wet. Though I love to play rough, you can give me a safe word if you want so you could feel comfortable. The dominant mommies and daddies that I play with love to do that shit. I don't care for it because I have never had to use my fucking safe word in all the times that I have played. But they always do it for them cause they have no idea how much pain I can take, and they end up freaking out, worrying that they will end up breaking something on me if there is no safe word in our play. I am the baddest baby that you will ever play with, so let's see what you have got. Do you think that you have what it takes to dominate me?

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May 28, 2024
Tony Gets A Well-Deserved Spanking!
Tony sat at the table, his face contorted into a scowl as he slammed his fist on top of it, the sound echoing through the restaurant. “Is this what you call service?!” He grumbled loudly, making snide and childish comments to the waiters whenever they passed. “That’s how you treat the people serving you?! You are completely ridiculous!” Aunt Brenda, who happened to be sitting a few tables away, couldn’t take it anymore. With a determined expression, she stood up, marched over to Tony, and grabbed him firmly by the ear, ignoring his yelps of protest. “Anthony, what on earth do you think you’re doing?” her voice was stern, cutting through the ambient chatter of the restaurant. Tony’s eyes widened in shock as he recognized her voice. “A-aunt, Brenda, what are you doing here?” he […]
May 17, 2024
Keith Has to Go Shopping For Diapers!
Keith sat on the edge of the bed, his face flushed with embarrassment as he glanced down at the wet patch on his pants. It had happened again, despite his best efforts to control it. He sighed heavily, feeling utterly defeated… His wife, Sara, entered the room, her expression a mix of concern and frustration. “Keith, not again..” she said, her voice tinged with exasperation. Keith hung his head, unable to meet her gaze. “I’m sorry, Sara. I can’t help it.” She sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. “We’ve been through this before, sweetie. It’s time we do something about it.” He felt a wave of dread wash over him. He knew what his wife was implying, and he dreaded the thought of it. “You can’t be serious,” he said in a whisper-like voice. […]