Open The Bank Account or I'll Crush Them...

Haven't done a personal story in a while but felt like this short was worth writing about.

I'll preface this by saying, getting caught in the shower, or coming out of the shower, is probably top on the list of one of the most vulnerable situations you can find yourself in when it comes to your girl trying to crack your nuts. That was the situation that I found myself in a day ago.

I was fresh out the shower with a towel wrapped around my waist, when my wife opened the door and walked into the bathroom wearing a sundress with no bra on. Her breast were free underneath the loose fabric and her nipples were hard as a rock. She gave me a look like she was about to completely violate me, and I knew the roles had shifted. She was about to go dom on me...

"Did you deposit my money?" She asked, taking a couple of steps toward me.

Important to note here, that somewhere over the past several years, she's unintentionally triggered a bit of a findom kink in me. The irony is, that's the complete opposite of who she really is. She's not the type to get off on material and superficial things, and we're both responsible with how we spend money. And on my end, I take my responsibility as a provider seriously, so stuff that needs to get done will get done whether she *makes me* or not. But when pay day comes, a flip switches and she goes after my balls pretty much everytime. All in good kinky fun, but she definitely triggers some anxiety on pay days just because I never know when she's going to go for my pair.

"Of course I did..., I said nervously, trying to keep the towel around me, and nonchalantly walk past her as she blocked off my exit.

"Where are you going?" She asked with a teasing grin, knowing she was making me *uncomfortable*.

"Come on, you know I need to go to work," I protested, and backed a way.

"Do you?" She asked? And just like that...

...my balls where in her hand.

Side note here, because I would imagine I'm not the only one in a relationship that has experienced this and can relate.

...Trying to keep the damned towel around your waist never helps. Its the most useless article of defense known to man when it comes to ballbusting, but instincts or something make you try to fight for your life to keep it secure.

She treated that shit like it was nothing, reached right through the opening, and gripped my nuts hard.

"You sure you transferred it all?" She teased, giggling while she tortured me.

"Aughh, yes! I transferred it! I promise, let go!" I pleaded, still trying to hold the stupid towel and bent over with my face planted into her shoulder.

(On the contrary, I had not yet transferred any money. It was early as hell and I just hadn't gotten around to it yet. I wasn't about to tell her that though...)

"Oh really? Open the account and show me," she playfully demanded, squeezing my balls harder.

"I can't! You're squeezing my nuts!" I protested, not completely sure what I should say in the moment.

"You can figure it out. Open the bank account before I crush them," she retorted.

We went back and forth for maybe a couple of minutes max. But for anyone who knows, a couple of minutes of your girl working your nuts in her hand; dig her fingers in, rolling them into each other and shifting them around, can be absolute hell and fuck with your mind wondering if she'll ever stop.

I was finally able to pry her fingers from around my balls and make my way past her out the bathroom. I'm all too familiar with how she grips a pair of nuts, so I know that she *let* me go only because she wanted to. The game was over for the moment. She walked past me giving me a mischievous side eye and disappeared into the next room.

Its times like that though when I appreciate, and fear a little, just how damn good she's gotten at ball busting. Not just the physical aspect, but the mental too. Its never done in a way that makes me feel down, but always energized and alive. As head of the household, I appreciate moments like that when I get knocked off my high horse and put in my place. Its always a refreshing release of control.