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Sometimes I wonder if she even sees me as a person anymore. It's not like we fight about it, I don't mind her being the one in charge, honestly. She’s just got that alpha energy, and I’m naturally more… submissive, so mostly things work fine. But then there are times where I get this feeling she doesn't respect me at all. Like I'm not an equal. Take the diapers for example. She makes me wear them sometimes just because she can. Not for any practical reason, just to prove a point or something. And it makes me feel… small. Less than a man. I tried talking to her about it once, told her it made me feel like she didn’t see me as a real man anymore. Know what she said? "If you're going to act like a baby, I'll treat you like one." That was it, conversation over. And it's not really comfortable either, not really. It's thick and crinkles with every single step I take. The sound is so obvious, like I'm wrapped in plastic grocery bags. Walking feels weird and awkward; I have to waddle a little to keep the bulky padding from chafing my inner thighs. It’s hot and restrictive, a constant, swaddling reminder that she has this kind of control over me, right down to what I wear against my skin. And the worst part is knowing she can hear it too, that crinkle, and it just makes her smile. And what am I supposed to do? If I try to take the thing off, she just forces me back into it without breaking a sweat. She's stronger than me, she always has been, so trying to resist never ends well for me anyway. I know what people would say. "Just hit the gym, get stronger, and then she'll have to respect you." But that's a fantasy. The truth is, it would be so much work, and for what? I'd have to completely change who I am. And let's be real, even if I spent years lifting weights, I'd probably never actually be stronger than her. She's just built like that; it's natural for her. So why put myself through all that struggle just to fail and feel even more pathetic in the end? It’s easier to just accept my place. It's frustrating… but deep down? Part of me knows this is exactly where I belong: under her control, no matter how embarrassing it gets.