Ball Buster Academy

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.

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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 445

 

Touching one’s soul is such a delicate thing to do. You might wonder how it all works. How is one able to accomplish such a magical feat? Well, touching my soul from the inside out is done a little differently. I mean, it’s still a beautiful feat. My soul is touched in various ways. But there is one way that most people never guess, and it’s one of the best ways. Those Benjamin’s touch my soul in a way that I’ve never been able to understand. I can only articulate it by the emotion it evokes into me.

When I think about them, I feel happy. It puts a smile on my face. When I fantasize about them, my cunt becomes soaking wet. And bluntly, all I want to do is roll around in them naked. When you give them to me, all I want to do is breathe them in.  It only feels right to spend them like the world’s biggest shopping spree. For some people it’s the air they breathe. For me, it’s those Benjamin’s. The way they make me feel brings me so many mixed emotions to my tippy tongue, I can’t seem to get enough. I don’t want to ever get enough. It’s my way to exist, to be, and to thrive.

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Dangerous

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Walking home, all alone, I was blissfully unaware that I was being followed. Skipping along the side of the road in my pleated schoolgirl skirt and knee-high stockings, the music in my ears was all I could think about. I didn’t consider the fact that my white cotton panties showed every time I kicked my knees up to skip or how dangerous it was to be unaware.

I think it was when I stepped onto my porch, that first step, that I realized something was off. A sixth sense kicked in as I pushed the key into the door. Much too late, however, to save me from the dangerous man who had followed me home.

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Naomi 844-332-2639 ext 216

You fucking read that right.  You’re going to sit your little dick pathetic ass down in that chair and shut your mouth.  Neither of us wants to hear you say one single word.  I’m going to fuck your wife cause I can do it better than you.  She’s told me all about how that little dick never pleasures her.  You’re selfish with that tiny prick.  Real men make sure their wives get off first.  So, you’re going to sit there quietly like a good boy and watch as I take care of your wife’s needs.  I’m going to eat her wonderful pussy and pound her with my strap-on.  You’re going to listen to her scream in pleasure for me.

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Harper 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 437

 

Dear Diary,

Today I had some really hot foot fetish fun with my big brother’s friend Tony. He came over to watch the game and his eyes were glued to my pretty little toes the whole time. At first I didn’t notice how hard he was staring. But when I sat down on the couch and popped my feet up, it was sooo obvious what he was looking at. We were literally in the middle of talking and his eyes suddenly dropped from my face allll the way down to my pink painted toes.

Tony’s eyes got wide and he started breathing faster. I swear he was even starting to drool! Of course now that I knew he had a foot fetish, of course I played it up to my full advantage. I wriggled my toes and slid my feet a little closer to where he was sitting beside me. Poor Tony didn’t know what to do. The game was suddenly the last thing on his mind and a massive boner started straining against the front of his pants.

 

 

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Panty Pervs At The Laundry Mat

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

The washing machine in my apartment building stopped working, and our cheap-as-dirt slumlord hasn’t even attempted to replace or fix it, so my roommate, Kelly, and I decided we couldn’t put it off any longer. We’d have to go to the laundry mat. I’d never been to one, and the idea of my underthings tumbling around in the view of strangers made me feel a little icky. However, it didn’t seem like I had another choice at the moment.

We piled up our laundry baskets, a bottle of detergent, and a plastic baggy of dryer sheets into the car, then raided my piggybank for quarters. Kelly drove us as I tugged at the tiny booty shorts riding up my ass. I had nothing else to wear until my things were cleaned. As we parked in front of the shady building with people loitering outside, I began to feel more uncomfortable. I didn’t know there would be so many pervs at the laundry mat.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Our firm is full of high-powered female lawyers.  We wear power suits and fill the men around us with trepidation and intimidation.  In our firm, all the lawyers are women, and we only hire men for secretarial work.  Recently, we hired a new secretary.  He’s already on the right tract as he showed up wearing ladies slack, an ambiguous blouse, and ballet flats.  A week into his employment all the partners met to pull straws.  I pulled the longest which meant that I won and it was my turn to transform the male secretary.  He was about to become completely feminized.

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slut

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

I needed a Sissy Slut Maid… because let’s face it. This place isn’t going to clean itself. Mommy Anna prepared the attire: the traditional French maid outfit, some high heels, stockings, and let’s not forget the headpiece and feather duster. But that feather duster isn’t for dusting, now is it?

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Pen

TS Alexus 844-332-2639 x 349

It’s frowned upon in most workplaces to dip your pen in company ink; however, working here isn’t like your typical nine-to-five-day job. I’m surrounded by slutty little cock teases all day long. They are the horniest women I’ve ever met. Sometimes it blows my mind to think about how they take dick all day long and still hunger for more.

But then I remind myself they aren’t getting fully penetrated every time they talk to you. Your dick is far too short to be pleasing. It’s more like a tease, an appetizer. A little warm-up for their tight pussies, making it easier for me to glide right in when you hang up.

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Vivian 844-332-2639 ext. 254

Baby Riley gets a spanking and a new diaper was task number 1 on Mommy Vivian’s new to-do. She didn’t want to do it. She had to do it. You see, Baby Riley told a fib and as we all know, naughty babies get punished. What was the fib? I’m glad you asked!

Earlier that day, Babysitter Kayla was over while Mommy Vivian went grocery shopping. Mommy Vivian caught them playing. Except they weren’t playing with blocks, or cars, or dinosaurs she thought. They were playing with each other!

At first, Mommy Vivian didn’t know what to do. Her BabyBoy is growing up. Maybe she should not say anything about what she saw? He seemed to be having fun and that’s the important thing. She thought about it long and hard and decided that’s what she would do for now. That is, until Mommy Vivian asked Baby Ry-guy how he liked his new babysitter. Baby Riley decided to look Mommy Vivian right in the eye and say that she was okay but that Babysitter Kayla was boring and next time he wanted to try the girl next door. Continue reading “Baby Riley Gets A Spanking And A New Diaper” →