"I'm not all that thrilled to be home myself" said fourteen year old Lisa a she gave her mom a meaningful look - one much stronger than Sherry would have ever expected from either of her children.

Sherry parked the car, turned the key off, sat back and just looked at Lisa for a moment. Finally she spoke.

"Why should I be so surprised to find out that you can't miss the obvious?" Lisa's mother asked her, smiling a little bit.

Lisa grinned back. "I hate to tell you this, Mom, but to me it seems as if you and Dad spend all your time bickering and bitching at each other."

This news, while it should not have been a surprise to Sherry, still rocked her a little. It truly caught her up short. Without paying any attention to the fact that she had been doing so, Sherry and her husband Roy had been arguing almost continuously lately, and right in front of their two kids. Lisa, the fourteen year old, and her brother Rick, just turned sixtenn.

Before this, before having her daughter suddenly point out that all she hears is that nonstop hollering, Sherry had just sort of fallen into the habit of it. For it was actually mostly her who did the bitching. And maybe that part of it was just as well if Lisa was noticing it so much, which she'd have to be asleep to miss. That it was her mom who got the best of these little household battles.

Now that's interesting, thought Sherry as she and Lisa sill sat in the car out in the driveway of their house. Lisa tells me how constant the bitching is around here and the first thing I think of is how happy I am to be showing my daughter that, at least in her house, it's the woman who rules. If any girl of hers was going to see parents going at it verbally, at least Sherry could see to it that she got the correct idea.

And just like that - out of nowhere in particular - Sherry felt a quick rush of sexual arousal upon becoming real aware just now that she did, in fact, wear the pants in her house.

Just sitting there in the car with Lisa, for the two of them were still making a little idle chat before going back into the battle-zone, it began to get Sherry good and hot! The idea of wearing the pants had, in only seconds, become unbelievably exciting to Sherry, and while Lisa was talking about how her brother noticed all that verbal shit going on too, her mom was sitting there listening to her with a pair of very erect nipples. Sherry's bra and sweater kept this invisible, but she couldn't get over how eager she now was to get in that house and really give it to Roy. What about? That didn't matter, for she'd find something.

As mother and daughter left the car and went into the house, mom was, for the first time ever, looking forward to getting after her husband - just for the pure sake of giving Lisa another "lesson" in pussywhipping! Coming into the kitchen through the back door and setting her bag down on the table, Sherry now was getting all hot about how the term "pussywhipping" now seemed to apply so well to her marriage. She had honest to goodness never even thought about it until Lisa's remark in the car. That she was really turning into a total bitch! When this occured to her, Sherry had to suppress a grin. The idea really pleased her, whether she liked it or not. Fortunately, she did like it.

What also pleased Sherry was that Rick had to be affected at least somewhat by seeing his mom browbeat his dad all the time. Was it even possible that her son was still young enough at sixteen to "take a lesson" from what he saw at home? Sherry had absolutely no idea about that, but it couldn't hurt to have Rick see his mother making a total doormat of his father. And even as Sherry walked into the living room and started giving it to her husband about the first thing she could think of, a brief fantasy played out in her mind about the way she treated Roy turning Lisa into some bitch-goddess eventually, while at the same time leaving poor Ricky-boy a small-dicked, tiny-balled little wimp who got totally walked on by a series of aggressive females when he really got out there into the dating and nightclub scene.

"You must watch six hours of fucking television a day!" Sherry barked at Roy while their daughter sort of hung around in the kitchen, which was the next room over. Her mother noticed that Lisa was out there, so when Roy delighted her by daring to try answering back the way he tried now and then, Sherry interrupted him and told him that she was talking! She also hoped that Lisa was paying attention, which she almost had to be doing. It felt so incredibly arousing, just to be aware of her young daughter's nearby presence while she was putting her husband in his place again. A teen girl was hearing the woman tell the man off, over and over, day after day. How cool was that? With this in mind, that their daughter was just in the kitchen, mere feet away, Sherry did an extra thorough job of "picking on her husband", which she enjoyed doing anyway. Even the salary he earned at work got dragged into it as she mocked his inability to get a decent raise. Hey, if a woman was going to bitch at her husband, she may as well work those wages of his into the "discussion" while she was at it! And Sherry loved how getting on Roy about the money he "should be earning" made him look so much more like a little twerp. Are you listening out there, Lisa?

She was, and she was loving every second of what she thought of as her mom "making mush of Dad". In a way Lisa actually felt a bit sorry for her father, but even this was in a neat sort of patronizing way. Poor baby! Is Mommy hollering at the little boy? It was that kind of thing, but Lisa really got off thinking such thoughts about her total wimp of a dad. He was just asking for it by taking it in the first place as far as his daughter was concerned, and since he was asking for it, she felt that she should enjoy it herself as much as she can. So yes, Lisa hung around out in the kitchen and totally got off on hearing her little wimp of a dad "getting it" yet again. By the time her mother was finished with him, Lisa was all turned on sexually, which was happening to her more and more frequently when she listened to Mom taking care of Dad.

Sherry had to cut her bitching session short tonight, for she needed quite badly to get into the safety of the shower, the easiest place for a wife and mom to masturbate. And Sherry had some serious getting off to do, too. It had been all of fifteen minutes since they were still in the car and Lisa first mentioned how often her mom and dad 'argued', and in that short span of time, her mom was now good and horny, and for the first time it was all because of the total pussywhipping environment in their house.

Up there in the shower, Sherry discovered something else - that a woman can make herself extremely excited during masturbation by thinking about things like women everywhere just turning into total ballbreakers. Mass bitchiness. Total rule by women. No more of that male bullshit!

They could start teaching girls about that in first grade! thought Sherry after getting into the shower and warming herself up on her new, very sexy and oh so very naughty ideas. Girls being taught right from grade one to be assertive little cunts when it came to boys. They could be taught that boys were of a much lower status than girls and that at all times boys had to obey girls. No matter how old the boy was! No matter who he was.

Yes! Sherry was thinking as her fingers massaged her vulva feverishly in rapid circular motions. Even the fathers would have to obey little girls! Their daughters, their nieces, even some cute little thing from up the block. Start the girls off early and you'd have elementary schools all set to pour the nastiest little bra-wearers into junior high as the girls grew into powerful and dominant bitches whose first concern was women's rights, and whose last concern was men! Except for the complete compliance on their part with anything that any female demanded.

The expression "total castration" crossed Sherry's mind just about then, and that was when she came, and came good, her mind filled with the lovely vision of a school whose female students had all the privileges while the male students had no rights of any kind and were subject to virtually any accusation that a girl felt like making. Oh, the wonderful punishments that would always be going on! Spankings! Whippings! Groin-kickings! Yes!, thought Sherry as her orgasm swept through her. Ohhh, yeesss!

While Sherry was in the bathroom, just off the master bedroom taking her shower, Lisa was on the phone in her room and Roy was doing the dishes like his wife had ordered him to before she came upstairs.

And their son Rick, who was also upstairs, was "being naughty" again. He had lately developed a liking for "being naughty" so he could pretend that he "needed to be punished" like he always heard his mom doing to his dad. This was how Rick saw that constant bitching at his poor excuse of a father by his mom - as his dad requiring "punishment". For being the guy.

That was the only reason Rick could come up with for his mom to always be yelling at his dad - because Dad was the guy and Mom was the woman.

Hell, she wasn't merely a woman! Not at all! Her son secretly considered his mother a real babe! And even when Rick put on a pair of her panties from time to time, he always did it out of the very strong but totally private respect he had for bitchiness in women.

Rick loved seeing it! He was just getting to be old enough for a driver's license and already he harbored this fantasy of marrying some real hot number like his mom and having her turn out to be this absolute cunt! .

Anyway, while his dad and sister were occupied and his mom was in the shower, Rick slipped into his parent's bedroom and aproached the closed door of their bathroom. As he stood almost right at the door, listening to the splash of running water from within, Rick pulled his pants down and began playing with his weenie. Never knowing that at that very moment his mom was masturbating as she showered.

He didn't remain there long, for Lisa could easily come out of her room fairly quick, although Rick did pay close attention to make sure she was still talking on the telephone.

He went back to his room, where he finished masturbating, his sister chatting away on the phone just across the hallway, completely oblivious to what he was doing and not really caring anyway.

And that was that. Nothing real fancy or involved. Rick simply enjoyed doing little things like going and standing outside his parent's bathroom while his naked mom was in the shower. Things for which he really should have been punished. It was fun to do that. Make himself deserve to be punished. That way Rick could enjoy thoughts about being punished all the more. By making sure he'd done a naughty thing.

Wearing his mother's underwear - or Lisa's, for that matter - was another naughty thing that Rick liked to do. Panties, bras, pantyhose, skirts, blouses - he got around to it all at one time or another.

But the fact was, Rick didn't even especially want to be a "naughty" boy or any other kind of boy. He wanted to be a girl! He was old enough to wonder if the way his mom and dad were had caused him to feel this way, and while he didn't know the answer to this question, he did know with all certainty that his castration "fantasies" were much more than fantasies. They were his greatest wish.

To have it all cut off so he could be set free of that so-called masculinity that Rick dreaded the very thoughtof. Not long ago, as he was kind of looking through Lisa's underwear drawer one afternoon when nobody else was home, he suddenly grew extremely jealous of his younger sister. For just everything! Being a girl! Getting to wear all that pretty underwear. Being able to have the unspeakable privilege of wearing a bra! Being the one who could make "accusations" rather than the one who lived in fear of them. Not having a cock or balls to feel all wrapped up in as far as size and so on, but being the one who could joke with friends about "how big" or "how small" some guy's "thing" might be so all the girls could share a good laugh at "his" expense because "he" was the one stuck with the funny-looking genitals.

Ha-ha, te-hee! Aren't boys a riot?

Oh yes, thought Rick very often these days. They sure are! Guys are a fucking joke! And again he would silently wish that he'd been born the "right" sex. He even masturbated quite a bit while getting off on his own jealousy and on the extreme case of pussy-envy that he had.

It wasn't mere noticing on Lisa's part where her parent's actions were concerned. She was digging things a whole lot around that house, not that she thought her mom should ever find out! But she liked it so much that her father was such a wimp!

In the school library over the past year or so, Lisa had been looking for as much material as she could find on rape and sexual assault, sexual harassment and all the other things that men did to women. After watching a program on a cable channel one night up in her bedroom that had been all about that sort of thing, she had just become interested in reading more about it. Later on she started reading about more detailed things. The need of the woman's consent for sex - and about how incredibly illegal a girl had the power to make any sexual situation. When Lisa really began to absorb all these ideas that day in the library at school, she found herself real turned on after a while. The sheer authority that chicks possessed, and especially when it came to sex! Sex! The thing guys thought about so much and also the biggest thing that a girl or woman could drag the police into. This fact totally fascinated her.

When Lisa was sitting there in the library during study hall and reading about all that exciting stuff, she gulped silently a few times, her nipples grew erect over a lot of it, and she wound up with a cotton crotch in her undies that was fairly wet.

While Lisa wasn't aware of it, she was beginning to think exactly like her mother as she developed her own liking for the whole castration way of thinking. And just like with her brother Rick, it would be hard to say if any or all of it could be blamed on the way her mother ruled their house and made a real mouse of her dad. But in any case, Lisa was indeed one fourteen year old ninth grade girl who was departing on this ongoing fantasy power-trip about the entire girl versus guy thing. And in her mind it was completely unacceptable for any mere male to come out on top of any situation. The mere thought of such a thing offended her very femininity.

Lisa liked the idea of guys being wimps. Just like her father was. It had started slowly and gradually as she began reading all that stuff at school, but it had sure taken hold fast. She was finding it very much to her liking to think of guys as nice, meek wimps, with chicks being the commanding barkers of orders - just like her mother.

It was near this time when Lisa first masturbated at the top of the stairs at home while eavesdropping on her mom taking her dad in hand once again over some bullshit or other. Lisa's fingers tweaked and flicked her eager little clit while she stood up there, pants down, panties down, fingers in her pussy - her jailbait and very off-limits pussy - and realized that her mom was hollering at her dad just for the sheer joy of it. This grew obvious once Lisa started paying real close attention to them down there. The things her mom brought up were often weak at best, but wow, did she ever give it to Dad anyway.

Some little spill somewhere. A cover left off of a jar. A light left on. It didn't even matter, for it was always something, and both Lisa and her cunt were awash with this huge sexual thrill about it as she played with herself and listened to her poor father whining an apology. And Mom always seemed to get around to the less than impressive money Dad made, too, and Lisa just loved it when her mom got started on that. It never had anything to do with what she had been bitching about originally, but even their daughter could see how nicely it fit right in when a woman was pussywhipping her husband. Bring his earnings up and give him a good beating up about that right away. To Lisa, this made perfect sense.

Cur his balls off, Mom! That was what Lisa ended up thinking as she stood at the top of that stairway whule the tongue-lashing continued downstairs and while her hips rocked away to her young, teenage orgasm. A very special orgasm, too, for it was one brought on by the simple and delightful thought of how men were so weak and helpless compared to women. To Lisa, this whole thought was positively delightful!

On his way to work, as he did most days lately, Roy was busy thinking his marital situation over as he drove. Things were really heating up around his house, although he knew real well that calling it "his house" was nothing but a figure of speech now. It was Sherry's house. She knew it and he knew it. Probably the kids even knew it, thought Roy as his penis began growing hard over the thought of this. The other night, after his wife and daughter came into the house and Sherry started in on him almost right away, no one had been more aware of Lisa being right out in the kitchen during her mother's little tirade than Roy himself was. And he'd gotten so hot thinking about Lisa hearing him getting it like that and being too much of a fucking coward to dare say much of anything. By the time Sherry was finished with him and told him to get out in the kitchen and do the dishes, Roy had such a hard-on from having "gotten it" with his fourteen year old girl acting as an audience.

He was going to leave work early today. He wanted some time alone in the house. He needed it. For Roy had found a really cool site on the internet, full of the most nut-crushing stories! While doing some regular work on the net a few weeks back, he had done a couple of searches using expressions like "kick in the balls" and "castrate" - just for a bit of horny fun. And there this site was. A whole fucking archive of stories that were all either very much like life in his own house or like he often wished it was.

Stories about the most domineering women and girls, and of course very submissive boys or men. Roy could hardly stop going back to that site to read more about men being kicked in the nuts by angry wives, little boys being "taught early" that they're nothing but weaklings compared to girls as they find out what a good knee in the groin feels like right on some school playground. For Roy, it was this utopia that he liked escaping to in order to pretend that the world was getting to be just like it was in that beautiful story collection.

And after last night's bitch session, Roy needed another "fix". He needed some good, quality time to indulge himself on that wicked website. While no one else was home. So today was going to be a halfday of work for him, although Sherry mustn't find out about it. She was always more than explicit about her "rules", and one of these was that Roy was not supposed to take any time off of work unless she approved it. And when she did okay it, the reason was inevitably so she could have hm busy with some major task that needed doing. He could take a day off if it did her some good.

The one thing Roy really liked about the website he'd discovered was how the stories were so incredibly similar to his own situation, at least in theory. Sherry was a real ballbreaker all right - she simply hadn't as yet gotten around to actually giving her husband the actual knee in the nuts that he sometimes craved these days. The previous night was a good example of this. While Roy took that verbal abuse from Sherry and kept thinking about how their daughter was right in the next room, he found himself actually hoping that his wife might be angry enough this time to drive her knee right into his groin. With Lisa hearing it all happen. The extra humiliation of that would make a good kick in the balls well worth it, or so Roy thought.

In fact, he was thinking as he pulled into the parking lot of the company where he worked, there was definitely something real appropriate about the idea of a teenage girl being on hand when her father got it right in the balls from his wife. Once again, as Roy walked from his car into work, he was trying to will an erection away, at least for the time being.

"So what's new around home?" Rachel was asking Sherry during lunch at work. Rachel was the one whom Sherry hung out most with around the company, and they also socialized outside of work. Rachel was Sherry's secret heroine. The ultimate liberated woman. Married once but no more, leaving behind an unappreciative guy who had learned a hard lesson in who was who in divorce settlements, and then kicking the entire male sex right in its groin by "becoming a lesbian" - assuming one really could "become" one. Rachel - and Sherry even thought this name itself sounded nice and cunty, though she meant it in a complimentary way - had taken her ex-husband for everything she could get when she left him. While some of the women they both knew acted rather shocked about this, Sherry herself admired the way that Rachel hadn't been at all timid about getting herself a total bitch of a female attorney and stripping the guy she was dumping of every last dollar she'd been able to. And that, Rachel confided to Sherry, ended her having anything further to do with men.

"I don't know who was more eager to get that fat monthly support deal, me or my lawyer!" Rachel joked with Sherry after her divorce. She even claimed that her attorney had told her that she'd gone into divorce law for the specific purpose of helping women "screw men as badly as they could". Sherry, rather than acting shocked like those other women, thought that this sounded like a good lawyer to know of, and she had written her name down and kept it. Just in case.

It wasn't such a big deal anyway, was it? For a married woman to write down the name of a good divorce attorney "just in case"? Sherry sure didn't think so. She thought it was being smart. Not only that, but in the past few months, as she had become much more aggressive with Roy and seen him completely roll over and take it, Sherry wasn't all that sure that she'd want to "hang on to him" forever. At any rate, she had that lawyer's name from Rachel, who after giving it to her, naturally kept after her good-naturedly about going in for a consultation.

"I didn't mean I was ready to start anything like that" Sherry would tell her, and Rachel would smile, nod and say she knew this. That she was only "kidding". Even though Sherry didn't believe her. Rachel wanted to see Sherry "dump that useless pipsqueak", as she referred to Roy, and while she didn't dwell on it, she still had a way of making it clear.

"Nothing's new around home" Sherry said in reply to Rachels' inquiry. "Same old shit. Same old husband. Same old pussywhipping."

Sherry hadn't talked like this before, but just lately she felt the urge to do so when she was with Rachel, who was the only friend of hers who really knew just how much she ruled in her house. The families didn't know, for Sherry didn't want her and Roy to be the topic of every gossip session, which was a big thing in her family. Talking about whoever wasn't there at the time, and if her holier than thou sisters knew that Sherry was that kind of woman - one who "wore the pants" - they would talk themselves blue in the face about it, and Sherry would simply rather avoid that, at least for as long as she could.

"Hey, speaking of pussywhipping" said Rachel, lowering her voice as she glanced around the company cafeteria where she and Sherry were eating; "Why don't you come with me to the next workshop? You've never come along yet but I swear, Sherry, it's the kind of thing a woman like you could really appreciate."

Ah yes, Rachel and her women's lib involvement. Every so often this group she belonged to held what they called a "consciousness-raising workshop". It was like an open house that any female was welcome to attend to kind of get a preliminary lesson or two in assertiveness training and so on. Rachel's women's group also used these workshops to try getting new women interested in joining. And just now - after having had that little talk with her daughter in the car a few nights ago and becoming so aware of her presence in such a female-run house - the thought of finally going with Rachel and checking this women's group out sounded like kind of a good idea.

"Maybe I will" she told Rachel, who knew that this meant yes, and she was delighted. Rachel had talked more than a few women into going to one of these "workshops" in the past - and had been thrilled to actually see a few of those women end up leaving their husbands and coming out as lesbians, which to Rachel was the ultimate female statement. Lesbianism after having been a married woman! She totally loved it when that happened, and was very curious to see what the effect on Sherry might be if she began attending meetings of a "women's organization". It could all come to absolutely nothing, and Rachel knew this, but unless she got Sherry to go with her a time or two, she'd never know.

That was the only interesting event of that particular workday for Sherry - having made plans with Rachel to go to a consciousness-raising workshop with her at long last. On the drive home that afternoon Sherry did have to admit that she felt rather turned on about the idea of going to something that her bitchy, lesbian friend was into. In a way it was even more exciting - or at least exciting in a much different way - to think about than it was to occasionally stop over at Rachel's and make love with her while Roy the wimp waited at home.

While in the kitchen getting supper ready that evening, Sherry got this sudden urge to take advantage of her daughter being right there to start telling her about how her friend Rachel was taking her to that consciousness-raising thing on the upcoming Monday night. Maybe she wanted to do this because poor Roy was also standing there, being totally ignored while his wife and daughter discussed Rachel and her feminist activities.

"That sounds kinda cool!" Lisa said after hearing a little bit about how the workshop was supposed to get women "thinking about who they really are and what they really want as women" and so on. "Do they let girls go too?"

Sherry had only meant to bring it up in order to push Roy's buttons a litttle bit. Having Lisa seem so interested right away was completely unexpected, although it pleased her mom quite a bit to see this.

"I reall don't know, honey" she replied. "I can call her and ask if you want me to."

"Would you? That'd be neat!" said Lisa, who was getting her own little charge out of having this conversation right in front of her wimpy father. And if that meeting allowed girls, and if her mom's friend Rachel was willing, Lisa already had every intention of going along on Monday night.

And Roy was indeed getting the earful that his wife wanted him to. He did his best to act as nonchalant as he could - which any guy naturally would do in his shoes - but the moment Sherry began talking about Rachel and that "consciousness-raising workshop" thing, his nuts tightened up immediately. Any mention of that bitch friend of Sherry's usually made this happen, but now she was involving their daughter in it, at least a little bit, and to Roy, this felt so much like a figurative kick in the balls as he was forced to stand there, helping with supper and hearing Sherry talk to Lisa about it as if she was another adult female.

Roy didn't know his wife's friend Rachel very well and had only seen her a couple of times when she stopped by to pick Sherry up. What he did know about her was that she was divorced - and had supposedly done a real job on her ex from the little that Roy was able to gather - and that she looked at him like he was carved of moudy cheese whenever she came by. Without knowing for sure, Roy had this Rachel pegged as a manhating cunt. It seemed to be right there on her face when he saw her. And it would be so much like Sherry to be running around with a friend like that.

He had come home from work over the noon hour today, and after a nice quick shower, he was seated at the computer down in their little basement home office, wearing nothing but a pair of Lisa's panties as he went back to his favorite story site. The whole experience had been so wonderfully exciting. Being in the house on a weekday while the kids were in school and his wife was at work - and when he himself wasn't "supposed" to be home at all. It had been a real thrill just to step into Lisa's bedroom and open her dresser drawers while she was in the middle of her school day, never dreaming, Roy was sure, that while she was tending to another day of class, her dad was going through her underwear and picking a pair of panties out to put on while he read those nasty stories. Father of the year he wasn't, that much was for sure!

And then, to really make things exciting, he had left all of his own clothing upstairs and was down in the basement with only his daughter's pink nylon undies on. Escape totally cut off in the event that somebody came home. He would have been trapped in his own basement in the middle of the day with no clothes to put on. This by itself had Roy's erect penis stretching his daughter's underwear quite a bit as it got unbelievably hard - either over his being such a bad boy or because of the rare honor of being in Lisa's panties - or perhaps for both reasons..

No guy who had a daughter could ever appreciate how erotic it felt to wear her underwear unless he did it. Thinking about it wasn't enough. He had to put them on! But for Roy, the biggest effect of doing a thing like this had on him was to make him feel as though he should be kissing Lisa's rear end as much as he did her mother's. Lisa's panties almost seemed to be draining what little parental authority he might still feel over her. Sucking it right down into that cute little cotton-lined crotch that absorbed her lovely potty drops - and whatever other juices his little princess might occasionally leak - when she wore them.

Roy even found a nice story to fit right in with the fact that he had his daughter's underwear on - a tale all about these girls in high school making a challenge to one another where each of them had to kick an adult man in the balls. All they talked about was how helpless the guy would be to do anything about it since they could come right back with some reason for doing it that would make things worse for the man. It was a real pretty story about how invincible girls could be when they chose to be, and it had Roy jerking off well before he was half done reading it. As he read it he kept on looking down at the bulge made by his balls in those pink panties, and how that fabric wrapped around them made them look as if they deserved to have Lisa's knee rammed right into them. And that was exactly what Roy thought about as he ejaculated there at the computer desk in the basement - his daughter coming home, catching him wearing her underwear, and kicking him right in the rocks! At the moment he was actually coming, Roy wanted this so badly! To have the privilege of his little princess - his beautiful underage princess - giving him a good knee right in the groin. If justice were truly served in his house, that was precisely what he'd get from Lisa. And one thing Roy knew for sure was that, if such a thing actually did happen, Lisa wouldn't be in the least danger of him telling anybody.

First of all, who would he tell? Sherry? Hardly, for she'd immediately ask him what he did to make Lisa do that, which would almost certainly be anyone's reaction upon hearing that a fourteen year old girl kicked her dad in the balls. The utter helplessness that he'd be saddled with was so exciting that Roy could hardly stand it.

But it also made his playing hooky from work pay off big time in a very educational way. Because from that day on, Roy would no longer have the nerve to even try telling his daughter what to do. He couldn't! The very idea of it now seemed so completely wrong! His eyes had been opened, and opened good to what frightening clout an underage girl has in any home where an adult male lives. In fact, after the wild story-reading and masturbation session that afternoon in Lisa's panties, Roy could actually see how incredibly stupid any guy was who risked the anger of his daughters in any way at all. These days? Hell, it was playing with fire in today's world, with all the harassment and improper touching issues that had become so fucking prominent in the news, for an adult male to open his big mouth to a girl of any age at the wrong moment. Talk about castration! It was going on, ever so slowly, all over the place.

Castration? How about when a guy's teenage daughter can make his so-called "authority" seem like a sad joke comapared to the trouble she could make for him with a simple "claim"? People still didn't even see that there were hundreds of ways to castrate men, and that girls had all the weapons necessary to do it.

This made it seem much more understandable to Roy that he liked thinking about Sherry just getting down to business someday and cutting his balls right off and being done with it. It was a ball-cutting world out there now, and the new rules about what was proper and what wasn't were handing girls who weren't even old enough to wear bras yet some very potentially sharp blades to use on men if the right - or wrong - opportunity presented itself!

Those old sayings about a guy "really having balls" were meaningless today and Roy knew it. "Having balls" had somehow and quite unexpectedly become the biggest fucking liability that he, for one, could imagine. Those who "had balls" were the ones who now were open to almost any sort of accusation, and the power now was held by those who had the soft creases between their legs. The power to say "no" to sex, and the power to accuse if they felt it appropriate. Sherry liked saying "no" in bed lately, which provided a good example by itself. Once she - or any woman - uttered that two-letter word, Roy - or any other guy - could be open to felony charges without even leaving his bedroom, and he was now so aware of this that it was scary. And any guy who was stupid enough to miss this rather obvious fact - that females held all the cards, no matter how young they were - would end up getting exactly what he deserved as far as Roy was concerned.

Balls, and cocks as well, had turned into topics of amusement for women and girls, as well as symbols of weakness. Balls could be kicked. A guy could be all but disabled by one blow of a well-aimed knee or leg. But Roy, instead of allowing any of this to bother him, intended to enjoy it by accepting it like the good little wimp he so wanted to be.

He'd be a wimp for Sherry and also for Lisa. And if people thought that this was setting a poor example for his son, Roy's own take on it was that Rick was far better off learning subservience and obedience in the world he was growing up in. Way in the back of Roy's mind was one other thought about this, and it naturally was one which he had to approach very carefully, for it was one of the biggest taboos there could be. He kind of wanted his only son to grow up to be as much of a little wimp as he himself was. No dad could ever admit this, but if Rick's father had the choice between his son being on the school basketball team like a typical teenager or spending his free time wearing his sister's pantyhose, the kid would never need any sporting goods.

Roy hadn't wasted this afternoon off from work at all. He not only enjoyed a terrific masturbation opportunity, but had also done a lot of thinking afterwards. He was being made a wimp of by his wife, but now he saw this as a good thing for both of their children to witness. Lisa and Rick could learn how the world worked these days. Their father could do right by them and let them see who ruled. His greatest wish was that these lessons could eventually be concluded with both Lisa and Rick watching as their mother sliced their father's testicles off.

All that had happened today, and now Roy's wife had hardly been home for an hour and was already getting his nuts all tight by talking to Lisa about that Rachel bitch and her meetings. While he went on doing his part to get supper ready, Roy pretended that he wasn't enjoying every second of what Sherry and Lisa would never know was such a nut-cutting sounding conversation. Women's groups. Consciousness-raising. Sexual harassment awareness classes. Rape statistics.

Oh sure, for a guy like Roy, a thing like that would be perfect for his daughter. Take her to that, Sherry! Let her come home and walk around here feeling like the untouchable, invincible female that her dad already knows she is. Make sure she can enjoy being such a powerful and off-limits little thing.

When Sherry began telling her daughter that Rachel's group also sponsored a self-defense class for women, he finally hd to excuse himself from the room, slip upstairs to his and Sherry's bathroom, and jerk off for the second time that day.

Self-defense classes! Naturally, the very first thing Roy thought of was the groin-kick, and he went right on thinking about it until semen was spurting from his penis, all over the bathroom sink. That gave him the excuse to think about what pigs men and their cocks could be. Making such a mess together. Well, it was one more reason for guys to deserve a nice ball-kicking, if not a totaly ball-cutting. Roy hoped to experience both, and he didn't want it to be a long time from now either.

No only was Lisa more than welcome to attend anything put on by Rachels' women's group, but she took to it all right away and, along with her mom, became a regular member who went every single week after that first Monday night session on "consciousness-raising". It would be up to each individual woman to decide what she got out of a thing like the first session Lisa and Sherry went to with Rachel, but for this mother and daughter, it made them want to be aggressive and demanding females who tolerated no nonsense from the male sex of any kind. It helped, of course, that Sherry was close to being this way as it was, and it was also made easier by the fact that Lisa was, although young, no stranger to the basic concept of the demanding woman.

"This isn't even a radical idea" said one of the women who talked at the consciousness-raising workshop. "It's merely something which is not only long overdue, but also necessary if women are ever to stop themselves from being victimized by men."

On and on she had gone, with every mention of men or males including words like 'victimize', 'rape', 'sexual assualt' or 'harassment'. The portrait painted of men at that meeting was completely negative, and even unfair at times, but unfortunately it was men themselves who had caused such attitudes in women to begin with, and neither Sherry nor her daughter found anything at all wrong with the idea of women standing up and being strong.

In fact, while they didn't know that it was happening to each other, both Lisa and her mom got rather turned on several times as they listened to these women speakers verbally trash men. Just being at such a thing felt so excitingly liberating, and the sexual arousal felt by Sherry and Lisa was very much due to the excitement of just daring to be sitting at some male-bashing meeting - which, in the end, was really all it was. An excuse for some bitch group to bash the living fuck out of the male sex and leave anyone with a penis and testicles sounding like what they really needed was to be castrated.

"I hope I'm not shocking you, honey" she told her daughter, laying a hand on Lisa's arm. Lisa shook her head, smiling as she sipped a little wine herself. "But you are old enough to know about sexual fantasies and all that sort of thing, and I'm not going to pretend that you're still a child. Especially not tonight after where we've been."

Lisa felt so cool about being "out with the women" and hearing her own mother saying things that no girl ever expected to hear from a source like that. Mom gets turned on thinking about wives castrating husbands. It was a very heavy thing for a young girl to get her mind around, but the undeniable wickedness of such a idea was too arousing for her to not get a real thrill out of. Right there at Rachel's condo, Lisa knew she'd be masturbating after she went to bed that night - and that she'd be doing it while picturing Mom doing some amateur surgery on Dad. The very thought was so totally unacceptable that it had Lisa close to coming right in her dainty little undies. The cotton-lined crotch was busy "absorbing" tonight.

And since the conversation was going so well, and was also Lisa's first experience with such an adult discussion with adult women, she grew a little brave herself after what her mom had said.

"Yeah, go on!" Rachel encouraged. "It's just us girls here. You can tell us anything."

That did it for Lisa. The "just us girls" thing. She was really into how her mom and this friend of hers had treated her like a total grownup all evening long, so after being urged to continue, she went through with it.

"So anyway" said Lisa with a nervous toss of her head, "I was, like, up there listening to you holler at Dad and listening to him answering in this real, like, wimpy voice, you know?"

Both women smiled as they exchanged glances. They liked men to talk to women in wimpy voices.

"So then what?" Rachel wanted to know.

"Well, nothing, except that.." Lisa shot a quick look at her mom, saw the expectant grin on her face, and finally got it out. "I was kind of like, telling you in my mind to..y'know, cut Dad's balls off."

Rachel broke into applause immediately. "You go, girl!" she said as she high-fived a very flustered Lisa, who couldn't believe that she'd actually told her mother about having been thinking something like that while her father was being taken to task. And then this friend of her mom's practically congratulates her for having had such a thought! For a girl in junior high school, it was a real event all right.

Sherry herself had to think it over for a few seconds. This was a shocking piece of news - but yet, in a way it wasn't. Not considering the fact that Lisa was spending some very impressionable years witnessing a true to life pussywhipping.

"Is that okay?" Lisa was asking. "I mean, are you, like, shocked at me or anything?"

Sherry put an arm around her daughter and drew her close. "No, of course not. How could I be when I've been the one putting such ideas into your head." She paused for a moment before going on. "And while we're talking about it, I'm rather proud of you for having the guts to think about a thing like that. It shows that you're no girl for any guy to mess with, and I like that a lot!"

One thing a mom could never do after a daughter reveals such a private thing is do or say anything to cause her any discomfort over having shared the information, for Sherry knew that the effect of that could be devastating to Lisa. It could even cause her to never want to talk candidly again. So she did nothing but talk up her daughter's daring and nerve, turning what was really nothing but a harmless little fantasy anyhow into a thing Lisa could perhaps even feel good about. That she had been thinking about her father being castrated by her mother didn't worry Sherry any, for she was beginning to really like anything at all that was about castration. And for a girl Lisa's age to already be thinking about things like that was, in the mind of her mother, nothing but a sign of a strong-willed woman growing up, and how could that be a bad thing? So Lisa heard nothing but good responses from her mom and Rachel after confessing to, of all things, a fantasy about castration involving her own parents. An invisible line had been crossed tonight. It was now "okay" to be thinking about things that almost nobody ever admitted to, and certainly not to a parent.

Without planning on it and without expecting it, after that first night when Lisa and her mom went to that women's meeting with Rachel, Lisa became "one of the girls". Her mom even slowly ended discussing anything of an adult nature with her husband and took these issues up with Lisa instead.

Were they all "proper" things for a woman to talk with her fourteen year old about? Most people would yell "No" quite loudly, but Sherry's excuse for handling things this way was a simple one - she didn't give a damn what "most people" would have said, especially since they wouldn't know about it anyhow.

She began slowly at first to see how Lisa took to having her mom come to her with things that no kid's mother did, but after quickly seeing that her daughter liked this and could easily handle it, Sherry was soon hanging out in her daughter's room in the evenings and talking with her about things like how her father wanted sex too often, and even how he didn't especially satisfy her mom anymore.

There were many reasons why Sherry wanted to tell Lisa things like this, but one of the biggest ones was that it was another method of figurative "cutting Roy's balls off". Telling their teenage daughter about his sexual performance in bed, or more pointedly, the lack of it could hardly be described as much else other than a good way of doing some verbal nut-cutting. Talking to her about how much fun it was to get after her dad especially good sometimes to deliberately "leave him impotent" later on in bed which, as Sherry explained to Lisa, happened a lot now.

"If I've really bitched at him that day, a lot of times he can't get it up after we go to bed" Sherry told Lisa in a quiet voice one night after supper while Roy was cleaning up the supper dishes and Rick was out someplace. "Aw, and it's so cute to see how flustered and embarrassed a guy gets. They're so sensitive about their weenies." Then Sherry gave Lisa a woman-to-woman grin. "Of course it probably doesn't help a guy when his wife mocks him for bringing such a wimpy looking little dick to bed, either." Mother and daughter giggled away like a pair of little girls the moment the topic got around to the tiny penis of Lisa's dad.

Mother-daughter discussions like this became very frequent as time went by. Ever so gradually, the two male members of the household were being shut out of a good many things around there. But that was okay because all they had were cocks and balls - the symbols of weakness and lesser status. At least this was how both Sherry and her daughter were soon agreeing.

The two of them grew very close as they continued attending meetings every Monday night of a group that may have been considered "too adult" for a girl Lisa's age, but again, her mom didn't care what anyone else would think. If Lisa wanted to go to male-bashing meetings once a week with her mother, no one else had anything to say about it and Sherry, of course, was just thrilled to see her daughter taking an interest in ideas about strong women and weak men.

So those little huddles up in Lisa's bedroom continued, sometimes to the point where both Lisa and her mom could see jealousy on sixteen year old Rick's face at all of the secrecy. But the women merely had more giggles over "poor Ricky-boy" and his most likely "tiny cock". In fact, before very long at all, the two females in that house spent a great deal of time off by themselves, making fun of both Rick and his dad. For being male. For having penises. For having testicles. Almost anything about these simple facts could send both Sherry and Lisa right into hysterics as they poked fun at the two so-called men of the house. Soon they were regularly trading ball-kicking jokes and comments all the time, and then, castrating ones. It grew funnier and funnier until eventually both of them came to realize the best part of their new close relationship.

They weren't especially joking anymore. The talk and giggles about Sherry kicking Lisa's father right in the balls or Lisa doing the same thing to her brother turned into "I wonder how we should work it" types of discussions.

And again, without it ever having been planned on, Sherry and Lisa started to seriously talk about when each of the guys should be "informed" that the household would now be totally female-run.

How Rick and his father would be "informed" of this was easy. That would be taken care of with a good groin-kick. Lisa would do Rick and her mom would do Roy. All that remained was to decide when this important event should take place. And while Rick watched a football game with his dad one Sunday afternoon, his mom and sister were again upstairs in Lisa's room, gabbing away as Rick called it. But neither he nor his dad had any idea that the topic of conversation up there was probably the last one that either of them could have ever guessed, or believed for that matter.

It was all about when the guys should be kicked in the balls. It was now a definite plan that was going to happen. It had to happen now. A number of weeks of going to those bitch meetings had really set mother and daughter off about the whole "guy thing" and they knew that, in the same of their own self-respect as females, the two penises of the house would need to be taught a big lesson about how to treat women.

Up in Lisa's room, while Rick and his dad watched their football downstairs, and as Sherry and Lisa were talking about their exciting plan to "inform" the guys of the new all-female policy in the house, they already suspected something without saying it.

That kicking the guys in the balls would only be the beginning of things. Both of them - Sherry and her ninth grader - had further plans involving the testicles around there. But they had to start it somehow, and using their knees on the guys was the obvious place to begin.

****End of Part One**10/28/06**12:50pm****