Always Pink & Always Right ♡

Our lovely treehouse 🌳 🏡

Such a bliss, to be in this wonderful hideaway...high above the ground, with a hot tub on the veranda and a net to play inside! My little princesses were over the moon! 🎊🥰

She really needed a change 😳💦

Mommy and daddy were away to an event and Poppedijn stayed home. Before we left, we put our babygirl in a thick Megamax diaper with extra stuffer to be safe and comfy. When we came home she blushed and smiled brightly and said: I've been a good girl, Mommy. I drank all my bottles and couldn't hold it in any longer. Oh boy oh boy, she really needed a change! 😳🥰👸🏼💦🍼

I was constantly filling my diapy skating last night.😣😣 You can definitely tell how packed my pampers are😖😖

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Claiming the title of the littlest girl in the world right now.

It takes years of practice to master the art of the buzzy wand, neither of these girls have those years.

Its rare you get to have something so dangerous, but I really hate chopping things, it makes my fingers ache, so its your job. When I guide the chef's knife into your hands, they're shaking slightly.

I know what goes through your mind. Your chain keeps you from the front door, but me, my body, I'm well within your reach. You're not physically weak, I keep you active and fed. You are perfectly capable of grabbing me and sending that knife through my chest. Some flesh and ribs are all that stand between you and your freedom. Your hands shake on the handle as you consider it. The knife, my body, the key to your cuff that must be (might be) somewhere on my person. My life for your freedom. Seems a small price to pay, I am your captor after all. I stand still. Inches away from the knife in your shaking hands.

I know you'll never do it. You can't. I am your very purpose. I saved you from yourself. I pulled you free of the life you hated. I gave you purpose. I gave you myself. What would you do without Me? Can you even begin to imagine your life without Me? Without my cuff on your ankle, without my voice in your ear, without the ever present comfort of being Owned? You'd regret it before the knife passed my ribs. You'd fall to your knees and beg my dying body to punish you for your mistake.

You can't live without me. So, when I guide your attention back to the vegetables on the counter, you chop them for me, but still you shake, nearly imperceptibly.