Controlling Housewife

"Gahk!" Oh, hello. Don't mind him. Thats my husband Larry. "Ahk...please...Doris...le...le..let go." As you can plainly see I have Larry by the testicles. "Hush Larry I'm introducing myself. You wouldn't want me to squish your testis would you?"

"N..n..no Doris...aaght! Don't." As Larry has already told you my name is Doris. Doris Randle to be exact. I'm a five foot four redhead with beautiful green eyes and a sexy figure." Oych!" I just tightened my grip on Larry's little nuts. Why am I squeezing my husband's nuts you might ask? Well I've discovered through my dealings with Larry and our fat ass lazy son Robert that harming their testicles is a fantastic way of both punishing bad behavior and getting things I need to run my household effectively.

You see Larry here doesn't want to buy me a new washing machine. Even though ours barely works." Ich icht!" The cheapskate wants me to continue using the one he bought back when dinosaurs still roamed the land." Your going to go to Sears and buy me that new washer arent you Larry." I tighten my grip and add a little twist." Ahhg aargh!" He's really making me angry." Ahhg aargh isn't an answer Larry. I know your balls hurt but really. Can't you give me an answer."

"Ohk! Okay D...D..D..Doris I'll go...only please ..let oych! Go of my nuts!" Oh that kind of language won't do." Don't be vulgar Larry. I'm the only one who's allowed to use that kind of talk. And that's because you and Robert do nothing but annoy me."

I dig my fingers into his gonads. I can feel them compress in my hand. So satisfying. There's nothing like squeezing men's balls to both punish them and relieve stress." I'm going to let go now Larry. I'll give you ten minutes to roll around on the floor nursing your sore nuts. After that I want you to get in your car, drive to Sears and get me a new washing machine. Got it!"

"Yes Doris." I let go of his nuts and he falls to the floor clutching his pathetic little nuts. I go into the kitchen and set my egg timer for ten minutes. I yell back to the living room." Ten minutes Larry! If your not out the door in ten minutes I'll kick you so hard your testicles will orbit the earth just like Sputnik! You want your balls to be like Sputnik?!" He doesn't answer. His testicles are in to much pain right now to answer.

Larry like his balls is a little guy. Only five foot six and a hundred and ten pounds. He has dark hair that is thinning and wears coke bottle glasses. Because we were already married and had Robert he was drafted late into the war. When he finally did get drafted he was classified as 4F. Meaning unfit for military service. Our son Robert will probably also be 4F if we ever go to war again and there's a draft. So busting Robert's balls has the added advantage of at the very least lowering his sperm count.

Who knows I might even castrate Robert someday. I even went out and bought a burdizzo just for the occasion.

I can hear Larry starting his car now. He had one minute to spare before getting castrated himself.

Well that's enough of an introduction. I hope you enjoy the story. And if you don't, well I might just smash your balls too.

Author's note: all Characters are over eighteen years of age and are fictional. Any similarities to real people are coincidental