Mama Felicity 1844-332-2693 Ext 270
There is an academy where women can drop off their lazy, disgusting Husbands for weeks at a time. All the paperwork is signed beforehand, and when the Husband steps foot on the Ball Buster Academy, all his rights are gone. He makes no choices while at our facility except to obey or be punished more severely.
The welcoming hall is one of my favorites. It’s where I spend most of my time during the day. We have a brand new member joining us today. Let’s walk through his first hours on campus.
Ball Buster Academy
I stand at the front door as the Husband and Wife kiss one last time. He is begging her under his breath not to leave him here, but she refuses. “Unless you want a divorce, you’ll stay the week here and learn your place.” She takes a step back and cleanly kicks him in the balls. The poor sap dropped to his knees, holding his abused balls.
Sweeping up behind him, I grab him from under his arms and pull him to his feet. “Come on, it’s gonna get much worse than that.” I patted his back as I dragged him inside to the Welcome Hall.
Here, two rows of porcelain benches stretch out from either wall. The benches are staggered, and some have naked men lying on them. The men’s ankles are chained around the pillar holding up the bench, and their arms hang down on either side of the bench. Metal cuffs connect their wrists under the bench; they can’t get up and leave without someone freeing them. Beautiful women strut up and down the aisle between the rows. The new Husband and I watch the women slap, punch, or thwack balls as they move. Cries and groans fill the room, and the Husband beside me yells, “I can’t!”
I smile and guide him to a few brench. “Undress. You have no choice.”
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2693 Ext 270