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TIPS FOR BEING A GOOD SUBMISSIVE MALE SPOUSE 

 1. Accept his authority at all times. Remember who the Man of the house is and honor that. 

 2. If the two of you should decide, be monogamous and honor that. Being unfaithful to your husband as a submissive male spouse is not forgivable. You need to be available physically, emotionally, and mentally at all times for him and not have affairs with other men.  

 3. If on the flip side your husband ever cheats on you, consider if there was anything that you did that drove him away from you and try to correct that. Remember that “men will be men” and if you aren’t giving it your all he may be tempted to cheat. Work with him to repair your marriage and correct your behavior. 

 4. Be a good servant for him. Anticipate his needs. His home is his castle and he is the King. Clean up after him and do the chores for your husband as needed. It’s helpful to learn cooking skills and other domestic habits as well. 

 5. Be aware of all of your husband’s favorite things to do and make time to do them with him. Put aside your own interests and hobbies so you can focus on your husband’s.  

 6. Make every effort to look good for him. Go to the gym, eat healthy, wear nice clothes, use good hygiene and grooming habits. Figure out what kind of clothes, underwear, and cologne he likes you to wear.  

 7. Remember that his body standards are much different than yours. Your husband’s sexiness as an alpha male comes from his power, confidence, and authority. His waist size or fashion sense doesn’t matter, but yours does! Remember that you as a submissive male are his play thing and adapt to this dynamic.  

 8. Take punishments accordingly. Sometimes he may get angry with you and get physical- shouting, face slaps, some rough housing here and there. Remember as an alpha he’s naturally more aggressive. This may hurt temporarily but focus on the positive! What can you do to make him less angry in the future? 

 9. Be the best little male slut you can be. Indulge in your husband’s fetishes with an open mind. Wear what he wants you to wear. Practice choking yourself and fucking yourself with dildos when he’s at work so you can take his cock like a good bitch. 

From an alpha male to a diaper fag. Feeling your huge diaper, again and again. From an alpha male to a diaper fag. Feeling your huge diaper, again and again.

As an alpha, you were on top of things. Bossing around other men, ordering them, fucking them. You enjoyed that life, you loved that life, but something was missing. You kept on searching online for new ideas about how to dominant other men. One day you started to talk with another alpha, who introduced himself as an ABDL dom. He got your attention with all these new and exciting abdl ideas. He got you so interested that you even thought about how it’s like for the baby boy to experience all of it. The dom knew what he was talking about, and suggest you should try a couple of things.

You were introduced to the idea of wearing diapers. “It’s just a diaper” he said, “nothing more”. He got you wearing diapers every day for a week.

“Good boy, now put on a second layer” he ordered you at the beginning of the second week. You weren’t used to taking orders, but you did as you were told. Another week of diapers, thick diapers.

“You are such an obedient boy. This week you’re gonna add a third layer” he said. “But daddy, I like diapers, but a third layer is going to be so thick and heavy” you argued. “Good! I’m going to make you addicted to enormous diapers. You won’t be able to walk, or even waddle. You’ll even have trouble crawling. You are going to be a diaper fag, and you are going to love every second of it” he said in a firm tone. It was the beginning of the third week.

Now it’s your third-month wearing diapers. During the last month, daddy ordered you to keep repeating on mantras while you stroke your huge diapers.

You thought you were an alpha, but some things were missing. You needed a daddy and giant diapers. You are not an alpha, you are just a pathetic, baby boy, diaper slave, and a diaper fag. You love your diapers, you need your diapers, you’re addicted to enormous diapers.

“Caress your diaper and repeat after me -” he said.

“I’m daddy’s diaper fag”

For example, this boy drank daddies ripe piss feed from a baby bottle without hesitation he guzzles it down like a good little slut. Daddy only wants what's best for you and he always looks after his boys 💋 watch the full video @ www.gumroad.com/AlphaRyanUk

Feeling so cute and adorable 🥰

Thickly padded for extra long play time 🤤

Jackson dove for the ball, his fingers just barely scraping it before he tumbled to the ground.

*RRRERRIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPP*

A breeze swept through his nether regions and he froze. Had he just ripped his pants? A quick glance confirmed it, his maneuver had torn the plaid shorts right down the side.

“Oh shit!” Hyrum said from across the field. “You okay man?”

“yeah!” Jackson shouted back quickly, waving him back as he came to help. “I’m good.” He pinched the sides of his shirt to hold the tear together, then picked up the ball and tossed it back towards Hyrum.

Hyrum caught it in one hand, slinging their computer bags over his shoulder with the other. Fuck, they had computer science in ten minutes. They barely had time to get across campus, let alone time for Jackson to do anything about his dignity. Hyrum handed his friend his bag, and Jackson slung it over his shoulder so that the bag hung directly over the rip, obscuring it.

As they walked to class, Hyrum tried to chat with Jackson, but he was too distracted pinching the fabric of his shorts together so they wouldn’t fall down. As they found their seats, Jackson had a choice to make. Either sit to Hyrum’s left and expose his white briefs to a stranger, or sit on his right and expose himself to Hyrum.

Jackson sat down on the right. They put their book bags down as the professor began to speak, and Jackson removed his hand from his side so he could type on his computer—praying that Hyrum wouldn’t see.

Hyrum giggled beside him.

“Shut up” Jackson said, too embarrassed to look at his friend. He felt Hyrum loop a finger around the waistband of his undies and snap them against Jackson’s waiste.

“Nice Tighty Whities, bro.”

Jackson’s face went red, but he just kept typing away on his computer. Hopefully Hyrum would let it go if he didn’t get a rise out of him.

“Can I give you a wedgie?” Hyrum whispered.

“What? No.” Jackson said incredulously. Hyrum fell silent and Jackson was able to focus on his work.

“What if,” Hyrum started again and Jackson rolled his eyes. “I promise not to send this to anyone?”

Jackson turned to look at the phone that Hyrum flashed him from under the desk. On the screen was a photo of Jackson’s ripped shorts and exposed white briefs.

“Dude, what the hell?”

“What? Come on, I’ve always wanted to give someone a wedgie.”

“Delete that!”

“I will… right after I give you a wedgie.”

Jackson pressed his lips together. If that photo got out, he’d be facing a lot more than just one wedgie.

“Fine.” He hissed at Hyrum. “After class.”

“What’s the fun in that?” Hyrum said mischievously. Jackson felt Hyrum’s fingers curl around the side of his waistband, and slowly begin to pull it upwards. Jackson went to smack his hand away, but Hyrum wagged his phone infront of him and Jackson had to back off.

The side wedgie slowly inched its way upwards, his balls tightened against him and his briefs slipped into his crack like a piece of rope pulled tight. A quiet groan escaped Jackson’s lips, pulling glances from multiple people. Luckily, Hyrum was making sure to keep His hand under Jackson’s shirt so no one could see.

“suck your arm in your sleeve and stick it through your leg hole so I can slip this on your shoulder.”

They were sitting at the back of the lecture hall, so it was unlikely that anyone would see, but Jackson still hesitated. He had to come back here every day for the rest of the semester. If he got caught, he’d have to look these people in the eye every day with the knowledge that they’d seen him in this humiliating position. Hyrum, growing impatient, began to type their roomate’s number into his phone.

“Alright, Alright, fine.” Jackson sucked his arm into the sleeve as ordered. Hyrum, with a rather self-satisfied look on his face, yanked up on the briefs with so much force that Jackson squealed involuntarily. His friend let the waist band go, and the tighty whities hooked onto his shoulder with an audible snap of the waist band.

“Now put your arm back through.” Hyrum whispered. Jackson had to move with care, as any sudden movement sent pain screeching up his but crack and crushed his balls. By the time he’s managed to shimmy and whimper his arm back out of his sleeve, class was over.