My wife totally owns me. Just before she goes out with her friends, she has me lay down on the bed and she diapers me. Then, she puts a snap up pair of pink plastic panties over the diaper. Every time I hear the snap noise from one of the snaps she is doing, I feel humiliation, shame, and confirmation that she owns me. She tucks me in bed and goes out for drink with her best friend from work. Tonight, to add to the humiliation, she diapered me while her best friend watched. Then, they both went out with their other co-workers. Yes, I am owned, feminized, and humiliated; but I love my wife so much for it!
— Mike, 33