Emma and Anna part 3

We walked around the neighborhood, I was jumping and laughing, I looked like a little girl. Anna was laughing too, laughing at how happy I was.

“I can't believe it,” I said, “you kicked him twice in the balls! Really hard!” “Not as hard as you think, maybe 30-40% of my potential.” “But that's not possible!” I replied, “he collapsed on the ground as if he were dying!”

“That's the beauty of it,” she said, grabbing my shoulders and looking me in the eyes. "No matter how hard you hit, if you land the blow, you'll always get the effect you saw. Balls are our best allies against men. It's not strength that counts, but the mind. You have to tame them, make them submissive. Now let's go for a nice walk, have lunch out, because the longer we take to get back, the more little Alex will go crazy."

“And when we get back?” I said, “what do we do?” “Simple, we continue the taming process. Now he fears us.” “Maybe he's afraid of you, but certainly not of me.” “That's where you're wrong,” said Anna. “He saw you laughing at him. You witnessed the whole scene. The seed of submission has been planted in his mind. It's up to you to make it grow into a tree.”

“But how do you know all these things?” I asked her. "Because I've always done them! Having an older brother can be torture, so I learned how to subdue him. Let me give you an example,“ she continued, ”once my mother made a delicious cake for my birthday. There was only one slice left in the fridge. I put a note on the cake plate that said, 'Anna's, don't touch.’

When I got home, I found the plate empty, and the note said, ‘Sorry,’ with a smiley face drawn on it. I was furious and started yelling ““Liam!”” throughout the house. I realized he was in his room, threw open the door, and found him playing on the computer. I turned his chair around and yelled that he was a jerk and that the slice was mine. He then stood up, looking like a giant at 6'4".

“”So?”” he says. ““I've eaten it now, what do you want?”” With all my anger, I put my hands on his shoulders and knee him in the balls. Hard, very hard. He starts screaming and crashes to the ground, I just manage to move out of the way. “”Aaaaaaah! Uuuuuuh! Oh my God, my balls!”” ““Good,”” I say, ““I hope it was worth being an asshole and eating my cake.”” ““Oh my God! Oh my God! I can't feel them anymore! Aaaaah! I think they've gone back in! Aaaaa!”” ““Stop acting like a child! They'll come back down.””

I listened to the story with my mouth open. “You have to understand, Emma, that if a man doesn't fear you, if he's not afraid of you, he'll take over. Look at how Alex has behaved towards you so far.” “I think you're right, I'm starting to understand.”

Meanwhile, Alex struggled to get up. His balls felt like they were on fire. “Aaaah! That hurts! How is that even possible?” he said. “Two kicks, I was about to throw up. And they laughed at me. But I'm the man. I swear I'll get my revenge as soon as they come back.” Minutes turned into hours and the girls still hadn't returned. Alex began to get agitated. In his mind, which until then had been imagining scenarios in which he would take revenge on the girls and, why not, even get something from them, the memory of what had actually happened was now making its way. The excruciating pain, the humiliation of being defeated by a woman, and without the slightest effort at that.

He began to have doubts. His balls still hurt. Maybe he wouldn't be able to get revenge today, but maybe tomorrow. “Yes, tomorrow,” he said to himself. “Tomorrow, I'll show them.”