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WITCHW.I.T.C.H. A story about a group of men duped by their wives into attending the W.I.T.C.H. Institute in order to learn more appropriate behavior. They are forced to do many humiliating things to “earn” tokens acknowledging their accomplishments.W.I.T.C.H.Women’s Institute for Training ……… Husbands Some of them were caught cheating on their wives. Some were caught invarious ways while wearing women’s clothing. Others were miscreants whohad in some way so displeased their wives that their actions had driventheir wives to take drastic action.All the men had in common the fact that their unexpected behaviorinfuriated their wives enough to want to punish their husbands in someunique way. The wives had in common that they had each found the sameway. It had not been easy to find this way either. But they had allnavigated through a series of websites, each directing any new membersto join the next website where they were instructed on how to pursue aslightly more devious way of exacting revenge on a misbehaving spouse.The last one directed any women having come this far to a smallnewspaper ad which in turn gave them a phone number to call for furtherinstructions if they used the proper code from the website,. It had allbeen part of a grand plan to capture the interest of a very small,select, and curious group of women intent on seeking revenge on a manthat had wronged them.The inventor of this grand scheme, Lady L. was herself a fabulouslywealthy woman who had been nearly cheated out of her vast inheritedfortune by a conniving husband. Her experience was so bitter and herpersonality so vengeful that she had not only “taken care of” her ownproblem but she decided she was going to help other dedicated women withsolutions to their problems.And so it was. One by one each of the dozen ladies had made the phonecall. Actually others had called but they backed out after hearing thedirection that their revenge would take.It was a truly thorough screening process. One that resulted in onlythose fully dedicated to making their victims pay for theirtransgressions following through on the plan. Immediately after thewomen agreed to join, the websites were closed, newspaper ad cancelledand phone number disconnected. The trail would be untraceable.One by one each of the parties received the same letter telling themthat they had won a fortune ($20,000,000) in the contest that theirwives had entered. In addition to the money they had also won afractional interest in a private Caribbean island. The only conditionwas that they move there for a period of time to consider permanentpossession. It was not difficult to get the men to go along with thislife changing experience when they saw the $20,000,000 credited to theirbank accounts. (None of which they could spend, of course, until theyarrived on the island as agreed.) That is not to say that some were notskeptical about their fantastic good luck–one even had his lawyer lookinto the legitimacy of this contest–but Lady L. had left nothing chance.The contest had been private and there was only a limited number ofthings anyone could check, but with all that money in the joint accountbelonging to themselves and their wives, the attempts to disprove theirgood fortune were limited indeed. It was not long before all the men hadquit their jobs (some at the insistence of their wives) and said goodbyeto their old lives. The timing so that each would arrive at the islandwithin a few days of each other was the most difficult to arrange, butin the end, Lady L. had also cleverly managed to slow down the mostanxious ones with legal issues and papers to sign and speed up thehesitant ones with time limitations so that all couples were in placeand ready to participate within days of each other.At last, all of the couples were assembled in a small meeting room ofthe one hotel on the island. Each of the men thought that the othercouples were the other winners that would share their fractionalinterest in island ownership. The women knew differently.The one named Andrew had always had strong sexual urges and many sexualfantasies. He was at a point in his marriage that he simply wanted tosatisfy these fantasies but knew his wife would not understand, muchless approve of them. So, in secret, he sought out the services of aprofessional dominatrix. This actually worked well for him for a whileuntil he wanted still more than the domme was willing to provide.Dissatisfied, but still insisting on having it his way, he made themistake of not paying his domme for services she had already rendered.His domme repaid his ignorance of this aspect of her business in spadesby affirming to his wife what she was already beginning to suspect. Whenshe confronted him about his indiscretions he arrogantly brushed heraside thinking that he could get away with anything. His substantialincome, coupled with the fact that his wife, therefore, did not need towork, insulated him from reprisals by his wife, or so he thought.Bradley had led a relatively normal life until after he got married. Hehad always been somewhat submissive and his wife actually found that tobe one of his endearing qualities as she thought that he was just sweet.Then she too began to wonder why his sexual interest seemed to declineso suddenly. She discovered, quite by accident, that he was seeingsomeone. That someone happened to be another man! Her shock at thediscovery of his bisexuality, led her to begin her search for answers onthe internet. That search ultimately led her here.Charlie had been cross-dressing since he was 15. He discovered hisattraction to wearing women’s clothing when he saw his sister’s pantieshanging on a clothes line to dry and could not resist the urge to trythem on. His immediate reaction, a rock-hard erection. He remained across-dresser ever since. The problem was, he always did it in secretand never even hinted to his wife, that he enjoyed it so much. His lackof interest in sex led his wife to believe that he was cheating on her,but she eventually found his stash of women’s clothing and pornographyand when she confronted him with her discovery, very embarrassed andtrying to search for a reasonable explanation, he insisted that this was”normal” male behavior and, therefore he was unwilling to change.Daniel was slight of build, submissive by nature and seemed to be aperfect match for his somewhat shy wife. It was surprising that they hadmet at all, given that both had reclusive personalities. But theirfriends recognized this and set them up on a blind date. With more thana little pressure from their friends, eventually they agreed to marry.No one doubted that they belonged together until his wife found himcross-dressing in secret. He had the physique that allowed him to passeasily as a female when dressed as such. What surprised her is that hedid this on a regular basis without her knowledge. She found out onlywhen their neighbor let it slip that she had seen him in women’sclothes. His wife was mortified. The neighbors knew and she did not andthis ate at her core. His refusal to talk with her about it, coupledwith his insistence that he continue cross-dressing without her approvalset her on a course she was determined to pursue. That is how they endedup at the W.I.T.C.H. institute.Edward was the handsome, dynamic world beater that no one would haveguessed had a feminine side to his personality. In every way heappeared normal but his deep dark secret, which was ultimately, perhapsinevitably revealed to his wife was that he often wore lingerie underhis male clothing. Usually very outgoing by nature, he became verysheepish and embarrassed when his wife found his hidden “stash” ofunmentionables in the garage. He had hoped his loving wife would havebeen more understanding. She was not. She saw this fetish as a greatthreat to her social standing should it ever leak out. She wasdetermined to nip it in the bud. A series of covert inquiries had ledher to the institute.Frank and his wife were members of the local BDSM club. Both were intoalternate lifestyle fantasies until he went over the top and demandedthat his wife do things she was not comfortable with. He continued topress her already liberal limitations until she finally said enough. Shedecided to take him to a totally new level beyond even his dreams.George was a happy-go-lucky sole, never married and with no currentgirlfriend. He was somewhat overweight but this did not stop him frompursuing his desire to get in touch with his feminine side. Having nosignificant other made it easier and perhaps more necessary for him tosurround himself with feminine things. He enjoyed cross-dressing whenhe could and made only half-hearted efforts to hide his somewhat unusualpursuits, which he felt were perfectly natural. He was a member ofseveral femdom internet groups in which he had a picture of his femmeself proudly on display in his profile. His naturally trusting natureeventually resulted in him believing a prank that one of his internet”friends” decided to play on poor George. Purely at random some collegestudent somewhere had chosen George to be the guinea pig when he haddiscovered purely by chance the phone number Lady L. had planted.George’s case was only different from the others in that he was set upby someone whom he didn’t even know. The result was the same. Georgetook the bait and arrived at the island with the others expectingsomething far different than he was going to get.Harry began with an almost idyllic relationship with his beautiful wife.Successful in business, he and his wife frequented some of the worldsnicest beaches, most popular casinos and trendy hot spots. So enamoredwith himself was Harry, that he felt one woman was not enough for himand eventually he succumbed to his desires, and was immediately caughtby his wife who just as quickly decided what his fate would be.Irv and his outgoing spouse had been married a long time and his wifebegan to tire of the relationship. When she wanted to join a local wifeswapping club he acquiesced. His wife met another member she apparentlyjust could not live without. Irv was OK with this and even found iterotic to see his wife with other men. She became tired of having such a”wimp” of a husband and decided she needed a way to change theirrelationship.Larry is my name, or at least was my name. I had had a normalrelationship with my wife too, until we had grown apart as many couplesdo over time. As the years went by our interest in each other grew lessand less until sex was nonexistent. By that time I had begun to revertto an old habit I had begun many years ago. Whenever I had found myselfbetween girlfriends, I seemed to find comfort in cross dressing. It wasas though I was providing myself with my own female companionship. Itworked because there was no one around to keep me from satisfying myselfin this private, harmless way. That is, until I was married and begandoing it again in “private”. I had been wearing a bra and panties frommy well hidden stash when my wife came home unexpectedly early oneevening. I though I had it covered when I quickly removed and hid myfeminine things dove into bed and pretended to be asleep before shewalked in. I didn’t realize that the very snug bra had leftunmistakable impressions on my back. My wife noticed this, of courseand most unfortunately for me without my knowledge. She then was ableto set traps for me in the form of hidden video cameras. In short ordershe literally had the “goods” on me without me knowing. For my wifethis was the last straw and set her on her vengeful ways. It did nottake her long to find the “Institute”.There were a few others and their stories are remarkably similar to thestories of the readers of this tale.When all of the participants were finally settled in their hotel roomswe each received a note that their would be an introductory meeting thatevening in the hotels small conference room. Everyone was anxious toattend. Especially the ladies.It was Lady L. herself who got up at the podium in front of the room andwelcomed us all to the island, her island. The shocking news was brokento all the men at once. After her initial welcome, she got right down tobusiness.”You men think that all of your worries are over. Well, I’m afraid thatyou have been intentionally misled about your stay here. You see, whilemost of your needs will be taken care of while you’re here, I’m afraidthat you will be trading in one thing during you’re stay here. Thatthing is your freedom. You see, all of you have been captured on videodoing things that you should not have been doing.”Each of the men suddenly became silent… and worried.Lady L. went on, “I am going to show all of you a brief video of what Iam talking about.” The lights slowly dimmed and a screen loweredsilently from the ceiling. For a brief moment there was absolutesilence in the room. When the video began to play the men remainedsilent. Among the ladies could be heard an occasional giggle, snicker oran “Oooh” or “Ahhh”.One by one, the men’s actions were displayed on the screen for all tosee. They were all clearly from the angles of hidden cameras but eachdisplayed some of the most humiliating scenes that the men couldremember. The insertion of a butt plug, the wet spot appearing on thefront of a pair of panties, the delight showing on one’s face as heslipped on a pair of pantyhose. A visit to a Dominatrix. It was allthere.As their own peculiar behavior eventually appeared on the screen for allto see, the look on each of the men’s faces went from shock to utterred-faced humiliation. In contrast, by the end of the video the women,all good friends by now, were laughing hysterically.The screen went blank and rose into it’s place in the ceiling. Lady L.again stood at the podium but did not speak until the laughter of theladies had subsided several moments later.”Well gentlemen, and I use the term very loosely, do you have anythingto say for yourselves?” Andrew mumble something unintelligible under hisbreath but the room was otherwise silent. “Don’t be afraid. The reasonwe are here is to give you a chance to redeem yourselves in front of theone who sent you here!” She glanced at George. “You will have onechance to recover your dignity and again become worthy in the eyes ofyour spouse. Otherwise these videos will make their way on to theinternet, into the places you used to work and into the mailboxes ofmany of your relatives. In short, your life as you knew it would beover.””You see, we ladies have come to the realization that there are many menout there who enjoy being feminine or have unusual fantasies. Theproblem is that they also want regular relationships with women butdon’t consider the affect your fetish has on that woman.”So, we are giving you the opportunity to have your cake and eat it too.The only thing we require of you is your complete and unquestioningobedience! You must do what is required of you or you will fail andsuffer the consequences. But don’t worry, it’s not all bad news. Youwill be permitted a transition phase in which you will be able to wearclothing that more closely fits your temperament. Yes, women’s clothes.But before you get too excited, let me explain that you must agree tothis course of behavior modification, in writing, otherwise you’rescrewed as previously mentioned.”Their minds racing, the men could each be seen mentally weighing theirchoices. None was their silent and unanimous conclusion.”Any questions?” Lady L. asked.After a brief pause, Edward raised his hand.”How long will this take?””As long as necessary, until your significant other says you are ready.””Will we be allowed to contact anyone from back home?” Again Edwardspoke.”No. There are no phones on the island and no cell phone service.””You know this is k**napping.” Andrew interjected forcefully.”Not after you sign the agreement which, among other things, states thatyou voluntarily accept these requirements for your own betterment.””I won’t sign it!” Andrew barked abruptly.”You’re choice. The previously stated consequences would still apply.Gentlemen, (cough) so that you don’t miss the point of this ratherextravagant operation, our sincere hope that you will come to see thatwe are doing this for your own good. We truly believe that once youhave been immersed in our programs for each of you, that you too willcome to appreciate your lifestyle choices. We know that you will behappier and more content than you have ever been. This is as much foryour benefit as for that of your spouse…or significant other.”Cathy, a very attractive young lady appeared at the door of theconference room with papers and pens. She passed them out to the menwhile the ladies watched smiling. There were several pages of fine printwhich several of the men began to read in earnest, fearing the worst.Lacking much detail about specifics, nothing appeared unusual for acontract except the phrase “Total Obedience.” There was little else todo but sign. All of the men did as each lady gave a “thank you dear”smile to their new charge.We were then each given a pamphlet containing a lot of material whichproved to be pretty convincing. The first information was on the Fem Domlifestyle and why it made sense and how it made life better for allparties involved. It told why women were superior in the marriage andwhy women should be in control providing many examples of marriages madesuccessful by Fem Dom rule. It explained why males were meant to servetheir female “owners” and why it was natural for that to happen. It alsoexplained some of the fears and concerns males would have and why theywere nothing to worry about. Males in these ‘advanced lifestyle’marriages would learn to accept that the only thing that truly broughtthem happiness was serving and pleasing their wives.As males, except for Harold, we had all expressed varying degrees offemininity or acceptance of female dominance somewhere along the line inour lives. And in varying degrees we all anticipated anxiously what wasgoing to happen to us next. But none of us was ready for what theladies had in store.We then took a short break to eat lunch and each receive a pep talk fromour respective lady. This was to set the tone of our training whichwould be all praise and rewards for obedience and both mental andphysical punishments for disobedience.Upon restarting our meeting Cathy gave us another pamphlet which we weregiven ample time to quietly read.This information was on sissy training and how much more pleasure a malewould get from being dressed and trained to be a sissy. Most of theemphasis was on sissy maid training and how such tremendous feelings ofworth and value would be felt by the well trained sissy maid. It posedquestions to ask ourselves about our own feelings of becoming such animportant part in the life of a woman.A highlighted section noted in detail how much a woman needed powerfulsexual experiences and how few men could actually provide them. Itstrongly supported cuckoldry as the best way for the woman to be happyand satisfied and to improve her attitude. It even had testimonies fromcuckold husbands who said they found it to be true.There was a great deal of information on how the greatest feeling asissy maid cuckold husband could have was serving his wife in front ofher lover and friends and seeing the expression of pride and joy on herface. Husband after husband related how wonderful it made them feel toperform in this manner. Toward the end it went on to explain aboutserving and taking care of madam and her lover(s). It all seemed to behinting that our wives were intent on taking on lovers while we sufferedextreme embarrassment of some sort. The range of reactions from ourgroup were from an occasional gasp or muffled “WHAT? NO WAY!” tosquirming in a poorly hidden attempt to hide an erection. It had aprofound effect on my mind and feelings. I began to consider my wife’sneeds, the wrongs I had committed and my place in our relationship.”Wonderful! You have all agreed in writing to take steps to improveyourselves.” Lady L. stated enthusiastically. “In your cases this maytake quite a while. In order to measure your progress we have to have abase line to start from. That means we are going to start each of youout in feminine mode and make progress from there. We will soon see howeach of you handles it.”The ladies in the room were all wearing ear to ear grins. The men wereall deathly silent.”Each of you will begin at an appropriate starting point for your ownlevel of feminization and you will progress toward the goal that yourspouse or significant other has established for you. I will warn youthat our expectations for you are high. If you do not immediately getwith and stay with the program you will be made to regret yourdecision.” Lady L’s tone as the ultimate authority was unmistakable.It seemed the ladies could barely contain themselves. The men remainedsilent and wide-eyed as to what might be required of them. Only Andrewremained expressionless and looked as though he was prepared to beopenly defiant.”From now on you address any woman as ‘Mistress’ or ‘Madam’, whatevertheir preference. You will be referred to in the feminine tense, as’she’ or ‘her’. Each of your sponsors, that is your spouse orsignificant other, has suggested a feminine name for you.And since each of you has, in some form or another, expressed somefeminine behavior, this will be your new name. Any objections?”Andrew spoke in an almost sarcastic tone. “What if we don’t like thename?”Lady L. remained silent. She looked us over with an expression of utterdisdain.”You will now pair up in two’s. You will shower and then you will shaveevery hair off of your body from your sideburns down. That is everyhair, neck, chest, back, armpits, forearms, pubic area, legs, toes, etc.You will be paired in twos and each will inspect the other for anyflaws. If upon our inspection a single hair is found anywhere below yoursideburns you will both be punished severely. Since there are an oddnumber, Andrew will be shaved by his sponsor. You have one hour.”Now in near panic mode the males looked around the room in confusionwhile the ladies directed each pairing to the bathroom of one of thehotels suites. I was paired with Charlie. The circumstances resultedin us forming an immediate friendship. Both of us had a moderate levelof self-acceptance of our feminine sides and were more than willing togo with the “program,” given the unknown but certain consequences. We,in fact, were the first ones done in showering and shaving, leaving usenough time to carefully inspect each other to make sure not a hair wasmissed. It was a most unusual experience, however, washing, latheringand then shaving my entire body, and then having Charlie closely look meover and I him. Oddly, or perhaps not, the sensation of slowly beingmade totally hairless and then closely examined by another man resultedin first Charlie, then myself, becoming sexually aroused. We eachlaughed at the other’s involuntary acceptance of this humiliation andthis ended up helping us bond together even further. For both of us,our situation seemed very erotic in a way. Having no control and beingforced to do something so against our basic nature.After the hour was up we all assembled again in the meeting room. Themales were all nude and very embarrassed. The ladies were all gigglingand whispering to each other.Each of the males, including me, tried to ignore the new “look” each ofus was sporting, but could not help but notice that Andrew alone stillhad his pubic hair.Again, Lady L. took charge of the meeting. “Andrew, henceforth to beknown as Andrea, has been a little slower than the others in acceptingher fate. And as you will see, being unacceptably slow to fulfill ourwishes for you has consequences.”Andrew (now Andrea) displayed a worried look of defiance as a woodentable with straps was wheeled into the room by his wife and one otherlady. Suddenly Andrea began to head for the door muttering “screw this”as she tried to leave. Just as suddenly, two large black men who hadbeen standing silently close by, grabbed his arms and held him while oneof Lady L.’s assistants stuck a syringe in Andrea’s arm and caused herto fall limply to the floor almost immediately. When she awoke, she wasbound helplessly spread-eagle to the table. Finally, when she was fullyaware of what was going on, her wife placed two wooden matchsticks inAndrea’s pubic hair with the flammable end pointing upward. Her wifethen lit another match and held it to the tips of those nestled inAndrea’s bush. They ignited and slowly burned down until the crackle ofburning hair could be both heard and smelled. Andrea shouted, “Damn you!Stop it. Let me out of here!” Then her pubic hair began to burn morequickly as individual hairs lit up and burned like filaments of a lightbulb. “Aaaaahhh! Stop it,” she screamed. As the rest of us watched,Lady L. put a damp cloth over Andrea’s groin to stop the spectacle.”Are you going to shave yourself now?” Lady L. insisted. No reply. LadyL. then placed three more matches in the stubble that remained ofAndrea’s pubic hair.”No! I’ll shave,” Andrea squeaked.”No, you won’t” said Lady L. “The other ‘males’ will do it for you.”Lady L. signaled Daniel (now Daniella) to go get some shave cream and arazor from the bathroom she had used herself. She hurried obediently andwas back within seconds. At Lady L.’s instruction, each of us carefullyshaved a small patch of the remaining hair until Andrea was as smooth asthe rest of us. At this point, each of us was too afraid to not followLady L.’s next command: “I want each of you to file by Andrea and tellher how pretty her penis looks now.” Reluctantly, each in turn didexactly as told. Andrea, infuriated and clearly wanting to curse at allof us, remained silent.With that Lady L. snapped her fingers and the two black men placed acock-gag in Andrea’s mouth, completely muffling any potentialobjections.”Let this be a lesson to each of you as to what will happen if you donot willingly follow directions.” Lady L. insisted. “This is just ataste. And as a consequence for each of you for your friend’s behavior,you will each spend tonight in a cage. You may thank Andrea later.”The males stood aghast. The ladies were also silently with stern lookson their faces.That night, each of the males spent naked, confined in a locked dog cageapproximately 2′ x 3′ x 4′. We were thus given the incentive to keepeach other in line or suffer as a group for the indiscretions of anymember.<<<<<<<<<<< >>>>>>>>>>>>>Early the next morning we were each released from our confinement with aseries of moans and groans because of our stiff joints. As we stoodnaked as a group before the ladies, Lady L. presented each of us with aplaque honoring our acceptance of much deserved punishment for”CHEATING” on our wives. Each was customized to show our own particularmethod of “cheating”. Then Lady L. began to explain more about what wasgoing to happen to us.”If you perform satisfactorily what is required of you today you willavoid having to sleep in the kennel cage tonight. I think thealternative sleeping arrangements will be much more to your liking.”In unison all of the males let out a sigh of relief. The cage was veryunpleasant.”You will sleep in a comfortable bed. Since there is only a limitednumber of beds you will double up with your assigned partner.” We lookedat each other, somewhat perplexed. “Oh, and by the way, going forwardeach of you will refer to your partner as your “boyfriend”. You willeither refer to her by her feminine name or as “my boyfriend. Is thatunderstood?… IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?””Yes, Madam” was mumbled by all except Andrea, who earned another icystare from Lady L.”Also, as you walk between buildings on campus with your boyfriend, youwill hold her hand at all times, again, no exceptions.” After a shortpause, “UNDERSTOOD?””Yes Madam,” a little louder this time.”I know this may seem difficult for you now but it is an integral partof your training on this campus. I call it a campus because this iswhere you will be taught what you need to know. You have each expressedyour feminine side in some way and this is where that side of you willbe cultivated and nurtured. In essence you will receive feminizationtraining and learn to cast aside the undesirable characteristics of anymasculinity you may possess.”Each of the males mumbled her own unique but subdued response, stillsomewhat in disbelief of what was happening.”Each of you will pair up with your boyfriend and Monday through Fridaywill attend the following classes together:One; Domestic Sciences, Two; Feminine Dress and Behavior, Three; Dance,Four; Women’s Studies and Five, Anatomy. Other classes will beorganized for each of you on an individual basis as needed. You willhave homework… QUIET!!” Grumblings were growing louder among themales but Lady L.’s quick rebuke silenced us instantly. “You will havehomework and you will be tested on what you learn. Anyone receivingfailing grades will be punished accordingly. Classes start next Mondayand you will be given more details by that time. That is all.” Lady L.turned and began walking away.Again a murmur arose between the males when Andrea spoke just loudlyenough to assure that Lady L. could hear, “This is bullshit!” At thiscomment, Lady L. slowly turned back to face Andrea with another coldstare. She then gave a slight nod to one of the black men standingnearby who then quickly raised a dart gun and shot Andrea in herbuttock. “Aaahhh, owww. Dammit. F*** you!” Andrea only gave thesebrief remarks before falling flat on her face, u*********s. The blackman with the dart gun as well as two others promptly grabbed Andrea andcarried her into one of the small dwellings near our meeting place.This event left the other males in stunned silence, fearing the samemight happen to them if even the slightest objection were made. We werethen led back in our “boyfriend” pairs to our rooms to try to absorb allthat had just happened that morning.It wasn’t until several days later that Andrea was released from herconfines and allowed to rejoin the group. It was not difficult to seethat something was very different about her. She was walking slowly,with head down. When she approached close enough to us we could seewhat had happened. Her penis had been given what is called a PrinceAlbert piercing, a large thick metal ring had been inserted through thetip and it was locked to another ring through her perineum. This madeit impossible for her to achieve an erection. This was a shock to therest of us. We had been exposed to our first real example of how farthe ladies were willing to go.Monday finally arrived and the males all were full of a combination offear and anticipation. Despite the fact that Charlie and I got alongwell, I had difficulty accepting that I would have to walk hand in handwith him, both wearing knee socks, matching plaid skirts and ruffledblouses, across an open courtyard to a class that was to teach us how todance. When we arrived we were instructed to put on pink leotards andtights, which, by some coincidence fit each of us perfectly. It was onething to dress in feminine things in private but quite another to behumiliated in front of three women. It helped to have Charlie there asit cut my embarrassment exactly in half.We were also presented with another plaque honoring our acceptance anddesire for full time CROSS-DRESSING as a means of enhancing ourpreferred feminine characteristics.My realization of just how humiliating this was going to be hit homewhen the first lesson, first through fifth positions began. Ballet! Wewere going to learn ballet! Demi plies, first, second and thirdarabesques, it was all so confusing, and embarrassing at first. But wewould be made to repeat the moves over and over again until we got itright. When I mocked the pirouette during training, the penalty was anice cold shower after class, followed by a painful whipping with the acane. It was clear from the start, in every class that Charlie and Iattended that there would be no nonsense. We were there to learn andlearn we did. Obedience was indeed the rule. Deliberate errors weremet with severe punishment. I received a heart tattoo on my ankle forone offense, a pink butterfly on my shoulder blade for another and arainbow tattoo just above my buttocks for a third. Errors during honestattempts were met with encouraging remarks and additional repetitions.At first to avoid punishments, and later to earn praise, Charlie and Ibegan to put forth our best efforts to learn ballet. As unnatural as itseemed to us, our overwhelming desire eventually became to please theladies and avoid pain. Progress was rewarded. Lack of progress waspunished with increasing severity. It was a classical case ofconditioning.Charlie and I eventually became modestly proficient at ballet positionsand moves. We could not perform lifts or joint moves with ladyballerinas but they began to call us novice danseurs (male ballerinas).Privately, the ladies were overjoyed if even somewhat surprised to seethe program was off to such a good start. Here it was, a group ofcontrite males that were going to accept much deserved humiliation bylearning to be feminine.As further encouragement to our transformation into sissies, Lady L.provided each of us with a locking chastity cage to which our mistressheld the key. We were told that this would assist us in our desire toplease the ladies by enhancing our submission. And given that we eachstayed locked gümüşhane escort up for one month before being released she was 100%correct.At the end of that month each of us received a plaque honoring ouracceptance of long-term CHASTITY as a way to reform ourselves.When I awoke the next morning it was as if I had awakened from a baddream. I was lying next to Charlie (now “Charlene”) our backs turned toeach other. We were both wearing matching black nighties and despite thefact that we had become friends, it was very embarrassing having to sharethe same bed with him and have to refer to him as “she, her or myboyfriend” from now on.The next thing I noticed were my three plaques hanging over the bed. Thelettering made them look like diplomas signed by Lady L.In bold script the first read:CHEATING,For allowing my wife to believe I was a man while I dressed as a womanThe second:CROSS DRESSINGFor wearing women’s clothing while pretending to be masculineAnd finally:CHASTITYFor transferring all rights to my sexual activity to my wifeI felt that they were foolish but did not dare try to take them down forfear of the consequences. I glanced at the alarm clock and realized Iwould have to hurry to dress for our Domestic Sciences class. I awakenedCharlene and we raced to dress in our matching plaid skirts and ruffledblouses. We both misjudged how long it would take to dress and get toclass because we could not move very fast in our high heels while holdinghands. We were five minutes late to class and earned two extra weeks inchastity as a result.Domestic Sciences class began with each of us being given two types ofmaid uniforms. One was a classic professional style in powder bluecomplete with knee length skirt, apron, flat shoes and name badge,engraved with our feminine names of course. The other was a short Frenchmaid outfit in black, with garter, black stockings and 4″ high heel pumpswhich happened to fit each of us perfectly.I tried not to show it but I was actually very pleased to be able to wearsuch feminine things which seemed to be made especially for me. Iguessed the other regular cross dressers in the group must be happy tooas these were quality clothes. I reveled in this small pleasure eventhough it was the reason I was here in the first place.Immediately after receiving the maid’s outfits we were informed that thiswould be a learn-by-doing class. (Note: The instructors in these classeswere strangers to us but generally were very pretty and veryknowledgeable about their subject. Our wives often sat in on some of theclasses to watch our progress, and witness our humiliation at beingexposed as sissies in front of our instructors.)In this class we would learn all of the responsibilities of maintainingthe island’s hotel rooms, including making the beds, washing the laundry,ironing, dusting, cleaning the bathrooms and all of the other mundanetasks associated with a maid’s work. After being shown just once exactlyhow to fold and tuck the sheets on the bed, for example, we were thenexpected to do them ourselves. And we did. Over and over and over againuntil we got it right. It was mind-numbing work and caused the discontentwith our group’s situation begin to grow….silently.Despite the fact that there were few visitors to the island, a small boatwould appear occasionally and it’s crew and guests would stay for a weekor so. Keeping the hotel rooms in perfect condition soon became ourresponsibility. We would each work in teams a couple of days a week andwere closely supervised by our instructor. A good job was praised and abad job… well, you know the story.Some of us, myself included, began to worry when we were told that theFrench maid’s uniforms would be worn when we served at a party. As funas it was to wear the outfit, it was terrifying to think that we wouldhave to display ourselves in front of strangers while wearing it. Themore people that knew of my fetish the less I liked it. We were eventaught how to curtsey. This was getting out of hand.<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>Women’s Studies, our next class, began with the various articles ofmakeup, their applicators and what colors and tones looked best together.Cathy, the same pretty girl who had handed out the agreements for us tosign at our first meeting, was our instructor. I noticed she smiled myway a few times and I began to daydream of striking up a friendship (ormore?) with her.The first time we practiced applying makeup it was a comedy of errors.Bradley (“Beth”), Daniela, Charlene and I had all experimented at somepoint in the past and therefore, did a passable job. Cathy actuallycomplimented me. The others ended up looking more like clowns than women.I was happy that for once I did not have to do countless repetitions.Andrew did and you could tell he was not happy about it.Early the next morning, each of us was lead individually to a small hutat the edge of our compound. Each left the hut a short time later andwas lead out of sight of the others, directly back to our rooms. When myturn came I was lead by the arm by my wife to the hut. Lady L. and asmiling black man and woman were there. A case was placed before me and Iwas told to choose one pair among it’s contents. It was then opened toreveal a wide selection of silver hoop earrings. They were not clip-onearrings. It was held in front of me until I selected a set of large butotherwise plain ones.Lady L. spoke first. “Do you willingly accept this precious gift as areward for your high marks in Women’s Studies?”I naturally hesitated allowing time for my wife to interject, “You lookedso pretty with that make-up on! I was so proud of you!”All three of them gazed into my eyes expecting a quick answer. Whatchoice did I have?”Y-Yes, I do”.”Now please sit up in your chair and remain still” said the black lady.My heart sank.I closed my eyes and braced myself, my mind racing. Lots of men havepierced ears, I thought, I’ll just have to pretend I’m liberal minded.”Ouch” I said as the first piercing was done. Half in shock, I just satthere motionless as an identical piercing was done on my other ear. Iwas given studs to place in each of the new holes to keep them fromhealing shut.”They look so good on you!” my wife chimed in. “I can’t believe how niceyou look! I’m so proud of the progress you’ve made!” She lead me back tomy room where I had all evening to enjoy listening to Daniela rave abouthow good she thought we would both look with our new earrings. Thecompliments did help me accept my situation but in the back of my mind Ifeared that this took me yet one step closer to femininity. Was there anyway out?Women’s Studies would eventually give all of us difficulty as it includedreading and memorizing some of the articles in women’s magazines.Cosmopolitan, Glamour and Elle became our standard reading material. Infact we read nothing else. We were being totally immersed in the feminineway of life.On one important test in this class I had failed to read the assignmentbecause I had maid duty the day before. I failed it miserably. Even worsethan Andrea, whom I had suspected of cheating. I then learned whyfinishing last in anything was to be avoided.Even though Cathy tried to talk her out of it, later that afternoon as Istood bound naked with my legs spread apart, a large dollop of Ben Gaywas smeared on my scrotum by one of Lady L.’s assistants. In a matterof moments my balls seemed as though they were on fire and the pain keptgetting worse and worse until I begged her to wipe it off which she, ofcourse, did not. I was in tears by the time the affects of the ointmentwore off. I obediently thanked my tormentor for teaching me right fromwrong and promised that I would do better in the future.A funny thing about trying not to be last. You never know how good or badany one else will be so you are forced to really try to do your best andnot rely on someone else being worse than you.Such behavior and punishment (I was not alone in receiving this) had aneffect on the entire class. We then made a special effort to learn how toapply lipstick, mascara, blush, eye liner, nail polish and the like.Failure was punished, success was rewarded with lavish praise about howgood the makeup made us look. It was not difficult to see that we werebeing conditioned to accept our new femininity but despite the entiregroup of us trying to think of something, there was simply nothing wecould do about it. At the end of the first ‘semester’, as our final testwe each had to apply our own makeup as though we were going on a formaldate. After our pictures were taken, (for ‘judging’ purposes of course)we were assembled as a group and given lavish praise for a job well done.Whether we had indeed done a good job or not I really didn’t care, justto hear it from Lady L. herself was relief.<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>In our first class in Feminine Dress and Behavior our instructor told usthat no matter what (if anything) we were wearing at the moment, when wewere around the ladies, we must be wearing a smile. This soundedinnocuous enough but at first was very difficult to do. When you arenaked, ashamed and humiliated, it is difficult to smile. But when youmust as a condition of total obedience, you learn to suppress thosefeelings and put on a façade of happiness. This had the odd effect ofmaking me feel more comfortable around the ladies even when I was nakedand holding my boyfriend’s hand. After all, how are you supposed to feelashamed while you are smiling? And, of course, it had to be a ‘genuine’smile.Imagine dressed completely en femme, holding hands with your “boyfriend”who is also wearing a skirt, smiling at a group of ladies. You naturallytend to reassess who you are.In subsequent Feminine Dress and Behavior classes, we learned aboutfabrics, what blouses looked best with what skirts, the differencebetween mules and espadrilles, shirred versus bias cut, what a “Dolman”sleeve is and on and on. It was difficult and boring but it was drilledinto each of us with the same rewards for learning and punishments forfailing to learn. Each of us in our own way could still be found to berebelling against this forced education. It was unnatural and at times,even though many of us loved cross-dressing, it seemed that it was toomuch against our nature, too feminine, even for a sissy. There was norespite from the constant bombardment of feminine things. The requiredreading of women’s magazines. Videos of ‘Oprah’, ‘The Shopping Channel’and “chick flick” movies. Never even a hint of anything remotelymasculine. No sports on television, no getting together to do “guy”things. Everything was 100% feminine all of the time.As pleasant as some of the feminine things we were exposed to seemed, thecomplete lack of anything masculine eventually led Andrea to crack. Shewent as far as to openly suggest to our sissy group that we all rebel,steal a boat and take off. Her arguments included the apparentpermanence of our situation and were convincing. Her private plans hadbegun to find sympathetic ears the longer we went without any break fromthe classes in femininity.<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>A new “term” has just started and as part of our “socialization” trainingas the ladies call it, we each were assigned a new boyfriend. I gotDaniela, the one among us that perhaps looked most feminine even withoutall of our training. This time I am actually kind of glad about it. He(sorry, ‘she’) is very friendly when you get to know him (sorry, ‘her’)and we seem to share a lot in common. In addition, our new classes havestarted and, as usual, we will attend them together, sometimes naked,holding hands as we walk between classes. This is particularly fortunatefor me because one of our classes this term is called “Gay By Choice” andif I have to attend a class like that I would rather be doing it withDaniela, who is probably the best looking of us sissies. (Yes, I havefinally broken down and accepted the fact that we must always refer toeach other, and indeed accept ourselves, as sissies.)In Gay By Choice class we first learned about the history ofhomosexuality dating back from earliest recorded times until the present,with a heavy emphasis on how common it once was and how it is now, eachday, again becoming more acceptable. Our instructor gave us heavyindoctrination in the fact that gays are among the few groups that hold aparade to express their pride in their beliefs. We learned thathomosexuality is a noble goal that we in particular should strive for.This was scary. It did not matter how averse any of us were (if at all)to this orientation. We were given more homework than in any otherclass. The daily homework generally was to watch two hours of videos ofattractive males of all ages making love in every way imaginable. I saylove and not just sex because the gays in the videos did seem to begenuinely fond of each other. There was plenty of romance leading up tothe sexual acts, which were always portrayed as a wonderful and logicalhappy ending.We all seemed to tolerate these classes until our homework assignmentschanged. Our period of chastity was increased to almost two months. Wewere told that we would see this actually wind up as a reward and not apunishment. Then, one evening at the end of this period, Jane, who wasDaniela’s wife, and my wife Laura, came to our room for a visit. In eageranticipation we both thought that this might be the end of our chastityperiod as they were both wearing the keys to our chastity cages onnecklaces.”Gurls, it’s bedtime!” Laura announced. “But before we release yourmembers from their confinement, we have to be sure that you are not goingto jump our bones right on the spot!”Daniela and I were practically drooling.”So we’re going to cuff you before we release you. Now put your handsbehind each others back” Jane said. Daniela put her hands behind herback causing Jane to roll her eyes and say “No. Behind each others back!”We eagerly complied, my right arm over his left shoulder and his overmine. Then each of the women placed padded pink bracelets over theirhusbands wrists and locked them into place so that we were hugging eachother and could not jump and grab the ladies.Then Laura spoke, “To further control the two horniest men alive we aregoing to put these collars on you so that we can attach leashes ifnecessary.”It sounded wonderfully erotic to me.Then Jane placed pink dog collars snugly around our necks and connectingthem together as Laura tightly secured a large belt around our waists.Daniela and I became confused at all of this bondage but there was littlewe could do now with our movement so restricted.Laura again, “And for good measure lets strap your ankles together,”Which she proceeded to do.”And now gurls, your release!” Jane then unlocked Daniela’s chastitydevice and Laura mine.So there we were. Two nude sissies with the full length of our bodiespressed together in an unbreakable hug. Two sissies that had not had somuch as an erection in two months.Laughing with looks of delight on their faces, Laura spoke. “By the way,we are also here to grade you on your ‘How to kiss a man’ quiz. So let’ssee those red lips pressed together! And if you fail Lady L. will beinformed immediately.”Under these circumstances, Daniela and I both became erect immediately.Our hairless, naked bodies pressed together and our cocks free at last.The feeling was just too much. I took one look into Daniela’s eyes withher perfect mascara and eye shadow and kissed her passionately. Shekissed me back and thoughts of a quiz grade evaporated as we opened ourmouths and began to twirl our tongues together. I cared only about how itfelt and not how it looked. I was in heaven.And so were the ladies. Laughing and snapping pictures as fast as shecould, Jane said, “Well, I guess it is each other that they prefer. Thereis no room for a real woman in this scene. I guess we’ll just have to gofind us some real men!”The ladies continued to stand there watching in amazement as Daniela andI began to hump each others cocks. There was no stopping us now. Wewanted relief. Was it only sex or was it more? Neither of us cared.Within a couple of minutes we both ejaculated at the same time andsquirted our cum on each other’s stomach and cock. It was such a goodfeeling. I then gave Daniela a long slow kiss as though to thank her.As I did that, Laura leaned over me and whispered in my ear, “Thank yousweetie. I have given you what you really wanted. And you have given mewhat I really want. My freedom to find a real man!” With that and an earto ear grin both ladies left the room with arms around each other’swaist.<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>Our bodies were still locked together when we awoke the next morning. Ikissed Daniela and both of our erections returned. This time is wasslower and more passionate as we made love again. For a while I didn’twant our bodies to be separated but it was our day to do maid service.Eventually two of the large black men from the island came into our roomwith keys to both the handcuffs and our chastity devices. They releasedus and then stood by and made Daniela lock my cage and I hers, thengiving the keys back to the black gentlemen. We had only enough time toshower together, dress and head off to the hotel to go clean bathrooms.On the way, again holding hands, we passed my wife talking to the blackman and getting my key back from him. I smiled at them as required.The next day I felt ashamed, not even knowing how I could do such athing. I was depressed at my situation. I had committed a homosexualact, was wearing women’s clothing exclusively, had several extremelyeffeminate tattoos, worked as a maid and was at risk of losing my wife toanother man. Outside of that things were going pretty well. And I stillhad to sleep in the same bed with my boyfriend Daniela. There we wereexpressing our regrets for being attracted to each other. There seemed tobe no good way to handle this new situation.I ran into Cathy, our Women’s Studies instructor, on the beach thefollowing afternoon and we got to talking about my feelings. She wasgenuinely sympathetic and hinted to me that my situation was not apermanent one. She left me feeling better about myself. I sensed that ifI ever needed a friend among our tormentors she would be the one.<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>A couple of days later Daniela and I were making the bed in one of thehotel rooms when our wives walked in. They directed us to move some ofthe furniture and to place scented candles around the room. As we stoodat attention at the foot of the bed they inspected every square inch ofthe room. They found several ‘violations’ of their cleanliness ruleswhich we had to correct immediately. I vacuumed again, dusted again,cleaned the mirror again and polished the furniture. When they werefinally satisfied, Laura spoke.”It would be a shame if Lady L. were to find out about all of theproblems we found,” My heart sank. Here was my lovely wife threateningthat I would be severely punished.”We can go two ways on this” Laura said. “I can either turn you over toLady L. for punishment, I would probably recommend a Prince Albertpiercing, or you can be here tonight to do exactly as I say, in whichcase I would praise you greatly right in front of her. And that wouldprobably mean less work, more free time, better rations… ” She lookedme directly in the eyes. Again, what choice did I have? I opted for thelatter.At the appointed time that evening I arrived at the room. Laura was therealone and dressed to kill. She directed me to take off my blouse andskirt while leaving my bra and panties on. She had me sit in one of thechairs I had moved earlier to the foot of the bed. Then she cuffed mywrists and ankles to the chair using the same pink cuffs she had used onDaniela and I the other evening. I knew that whatever was going to happenI probably would not like it. She unlocked my chastity device and sat onthe foot of the bed looking directly at me.”Let me remind you of our little agreement. You obey, you win. Youdisobey, you lose. Is that clear?””Yes mam.”Moments later there was a gentle knock at the door. I think I knew whatto expect. Laura let in the same black gentleman that had taken the keyfrom my chastity cage the other evening. “Lynn, meet… well you can justcall him ‘Sir’. Sir, meet my ‘husband’ Lynn.Lynn is anxious to have me enjoy sex with a real man, aren’t you Lynn?””Yes, mam.””You want to compare his cock with your little dick don’t you?” Lauraasked me.”Yes, mam,” I replied. The humiliation was almost too much to bear. Laurathen slowly, very slowly removed ‘Sir’s’ shirt, jeans and underwear. Shethen took his arm and had him stand directly in front of me, completelynaked. He was truly a physical specimen. Broad chest, ripped abs,powerful thighs, and, of course a thick, 9″, perfectly shaped cock thatwould be the envy of any man.Laura then pulled down the front of my panties to expose my ‘manhood’.She pretended to carefully analyze both members, looking back and forthfrom one to the other. “Hmmmm. There seems to be a bit of a difference!”she said sarcastically. “Now Lynn, do you see why I would rather have sexwith this man than with you? Do you see how masculine he is and howfeminine you are””Yes, mam,” I choked out the words.”Are you happy for me and do you want this real man to screw my brainsout all night long?””Yes, mam,” I whispered.”I can’t hear you and have you forgotten to smile? Remember ouragreement.””Yes, mam,” I said quite audibly this time and with a forced smile on myface.”Good,” Laura then kissed the gentleman right in front of me and askedhim to help her undress, which he eagerly did. I watched as they sat onthe end of the bed not three feet in front of me making out. After aboutten minutes of this she pushed him back on the bed, got up, took my half-aroused dick in her hand and whispered in my ear, “I want you to enjoythis as much as I’m going to. I want you to be happy and supportive. Canyou do that for me?””Yes, mam,” I said, now with a raging erection.She then returned to her lover and proceeded to practically jump on hisnow erect penis. I watched as he slid his beautiful member in and out ofmy wife, first slowly and then more quickly. The sounds were incredible.Her moaning, his balls slapping against her ass, the wet sounds of hernow moist pussy being penetrated by her lover.I was erect but could do nothing about it save for dripping a lot of pre-cum. I was incredibly aroused.Laura gasped, “Oh Lynn, talk to me. Tell me how much you are enjoyingthis. Tell me how happy you are for me.”I did all of those things and with a growing sincerity as I spoke. I wasbeginning to realize that she truly needed to be penetrated to places Ihad never been able to reach. Eventually they fell asleep in each othersarms while I remained awake for a time to contemplate the fact that Itruly was a submissive feminized sissy.Thinking about it, there are an enormous number of differences betweenmen and women; all types of clothing from hats to shoes, makeup, hair,jewelry, the walk, the curves, the voice, the mannerisms, likes anddislikes of things like shopping and sports.I had enjoyed the clothing for many years but that was pretty much theextent of it. Now I had been “introduced” (more correctly forced) toaccept most of the other things. I now wore women’s clothes exclusively.I always wore makeup and a wig. I had many articles of feminine jewelry,including dangling hoop earrings. I had been taught to walk so that myhips swayed back and forth. With the help of a strict diet, corset andbreast forms I also had developed a passable woman’s physique. I had nohair of my own below my sideburns. The only books, magazines andtelevision I had been exposed to for the last 15 months were intendedfor the fairer sex. I had several feminine tattoos. I had even beenheavily pressured to accept the gay lifestyle and sex with my fellowsissies had become the only way I could obtain a release from totalchastity. There was all of this and still the threat of exposure as asissy to everyone I knew back home via emails sent by my wife or Lady L.if I did not cooperate.Yet despite all of this, thoughts of escaping and starting over stillplagued me. After all, my hair would grow back, tattoos can be removedand nothing else of a permanent nature except for pierced ears had beendone to me… yet!.Several in the group were intent on planning an escape by stealing aboat and taking it somewhere. But where? And how could we steal a boatwhen they were constantly under guard by the ladies and the men who LadyL. had hired to protect her island domain? There was one small airstripand plane which was used infrequently by Lady L. or some of her guestsbut none of us knew how to fly. Any escape attempt would certainly takecareful planning.This never had a chance to happen however. Seeing that the group wasdivided about an escape plan and refusing to wait any longer, Andrew(her new name “Andrea”), Harry (“Vanessa”) and Frank (“Susan”) hatched aplan on their own to escape. They had waited until Vanessa and Susanwere assigned as roommates so no one else would see them leave theirrooms. Andrea had always been in a smaller room by herself as therewere an odd number of us and Andrea certainly was the odd “man” out withher previous disruptive behavior.Ignoring the rest of our group, the three left their rooms just beforedawn one morning. They met at a predetermined place and raced down tothe beach near the dock. While Vanessa and Susan hid behind a beachedlifeboat, Andrea began to engage the black male guard in conversation.Something about not being able to sleep and needing fresh air. With hisback turned, the guard did not see Vanessa and Susan approach himsilently from behind. Vanessa grabbed him around the neck and beganchoking him while Andrea punched him in the stomach. He soon passedout. Then while Susan began making certain that one of the faster boatswas fully fueled, Andrea and Vanessa prepared to cast off the linesholding the boat against the dock.They were not aware that there were always two guards watching the docksovernight. Cathy, our Women’s Studies instructor and my only friendwithin Lady L.’s band, who had been down the beach a short distance wasreturning to the docks when she heard the noise. She immediately rantoward the docks and upon realizing what was happening, began blowing awhistle. When she got there the three were still fueling the boat andtrying to figure out why the key to start the engine was not where theythought it would be. Andrea jumped off of the boat and ran at Cathywhile she was still blowing the whistle. He punched her right in theface and she went down.By now several other of Lady L.’s guards were racing to the docks. Asinept as their plan had been, Andrea, Vanessa and Susan were soongrabbed by a small angry mob of island men before they even had a chanceto start the boat. They were swiftly taken back to the hotel.Later that same day, Andrea, who was bound and gagged, was loaded on thevery same boat she tried to hijack. We watched as they took her outtoward the only other nearby island which was barely visible and muchsmaller than our own. It was too far away for us to see. When the boatreturned, Andrea was not on it.The next morning Lady L. gathered the rest of the sissies together inthe hotel meeting room. She seemed calm but the tone of her voice leftno doubt that she was furious.“As you may know by now there was an attempt to escape the island bysome of your friends early yesterday. During this little escapade,Cathy, one of your instructors suffered a broken jaw and had to be takenoff of the island. In addition, one of my male assistants was injuredbut he will be alright, thankfully. As a result of this you will not beseeing the leader of these three criminals again. I will not discuss herpunishment with you. Let me assure you she has been ‘dealt with’. Theother two are receiving their punishments as I speak. If any of you havesimilar ideas I would highly recommend that you reconsider. For nowguards will be placed outside your rooms and a curfew will be strictlyenforced. If I should EVER even suspect something like this happeningagain you will all be dealt with accordingly.” There was no mistakingthe sincerity in her words.She continued to speak. “As these two will be under the weather for awhile, I want the rest of you to go into their room and do all of thecleaning required. Are there any questions?”Instinct told each of us to remain quiet. None of us wanted to benoticed over the others by asking a question. Lady L. left the roomwithout saying another word.While we were being led back to our rooms to change into our regularmaids outfits I thought of Cathy. She and I had become good friends andI thought that if I ever needed someone inside the clan of ourMistresses to help me in any way, including an escape attempt, she wouldbe the one. Now even that slim hope was gone.We arrived in pairs outside the room of Vanessa and Susan. The firstones to arrive whispered their guesses to each other as to what theirpunishment might have been. Finally, the entire group was there. Weknew that we would make quick work of the room as they were small andthere were ten of us. We were all scared of what we might see when thedoor was opened. So we were generally relieved to find that they werenot there, some expecting to see bruised and battered individuals. Weset out to do our work when Lisa was the first to see the newest plaqueabove the bed:CASTRATED,Chose to lose my balls forever and to be feminine rather than masculineAfter sharing a brief moment of shock, then sympathy, then even a littleanger toward them for wrecking any plans that the rest of us might havehad, we started again cleaning the room. I am sure I was not alone inwondering what had happened to Andrea if Vanessa and Susan had sufferedsuch a fate. An unspoken feeling passed through the remainder of ourgroup that there could be no other path than complete acceptance of theladies wishes for us.I was profoundly affected. It was one thing to be feminized andsissified but I shuddered at the thought of having some of my moreprized parts removed. Somehow a line had been crossed.The next several days were hard on us. In the classes we shared withVanessa and Susan each of us could not help but to try and grab glimpsesof their wounds. As horrible as they were we seemed to need to verify toourselves that this did indeed happen. There was no mistaking the stitchmarks and the dejected looks on the faces of the two.There was a new low point here for our group of sissies as we ponderedour fates.Then, as if in an attempt to lift our spirits, Lady L. announced thatthe island would have some of it’s first visitors and that it would beour responsibility to prepare for them.Our hours and our ‘homework’ in Gay By Choice and several of the otherclasses were increased. Emphasis on performing gay acts was theunmistakable message. I could see where this was going. At the same timeour work as maids increased. Even more attention had to be paid todetail. We basically learned to ‘get it right’ the first time or else.And the threat implied by ‘Or Else’ had taken on a whole new meaning.Soon the big day had arrived. Three boats had tied up at the dock alltogether. As we had been instructed, and practiced, we each ran down tothe dock from the hotel while wearing only a bikini to welcome our newguests. With my elbows near my waist and my arms out to my sides I didan exaggerated feminine trot. If not for the fact that the ten of uswere all doing it (while smiling!) I would have died from thehumiliation. (Vanessa and Susan had been reassigned to kitchen duties.)Coincidentally, there happened to be ten men all together on the boats.We took the arms of the men and walked them back to their hotel roomswhile Lady L.’s island men brought their suitcases. After we helped themsettle in, our group of ten sissies was directed to the conference roomonce again. There Lady L. explained to us that these were executives whojust happened to have unusual fantasies and fetishes and that it wasgoing to be our job to fulfill them. Failure in this was not an option.Later, while the gentlemen were resting from their long journey, wesissies changed into our French maid’s outfits. This was a time I hadbeen dreading even though I was well practiced for it and loved cross-dressing in general. We were to serve the gentlemen appetizers, drinksand dinner and do it flawlessly. Back and forth to the kitchen whilewearing our outfits, including aprons, garters, black hose, 4” highheel pumps and, of course, the ever present smile. Soon the gentlemencame down to the dining room and we sissies sprang into action.I had gotten through the dinner without error but while serving desert,I carelessly dropped a fork on the floor. Fortunately, I remembered tokeep my knees together shifting them slightly to one side when I stoopedto pick it up. I prayed that this small infraction would not bringconsequences.We served our guests their after dinner drinks and thought we werenearly done when Lady L. gathered us in the kitchen and said, “OK gurls,so far so good. Now the gentlemen are gathering in a circle in thelounge for a little review of each of you.”A look of surprise shown on all of our faces. She continued, “You willeach walk out one at a time with your sexiest walk, stand in the centerof the circle, do a little spin for them, pausing if they want you to,and walk back here. Does everyone understand?” It didn’t matter if wedid or escort gümüşhane not. We were on our way without ever having rehearsed this part.One by one we each did exactly as instructed. First Lisa, then Charlenethen George (Gail) who, due to her weight drew a little good naturedlaughter. By chance I would go last and Daniela was right before me.Daniela was naturally attractive with a petite build and a pretty face.She got several Ooohs and Ahhhhs. I knew I couldn’t match her but that Ihad better try. With ten men gawking at me wearing a pretty Frenchmaid’s outfit, I was as humiliated as I have ever been in my life, Iknew every inch of me and every movement was being scrutinized by agroup of gentlemen strangers. I was careful to take small mincing steps,sway my hips without overdoing it, smile the brightest smile I couldmuster, and as if to enhance my humiliation, I made eye contact witheach man. This required me to spin twice instead of once but I couldtell that I was attractive to several of the men. This made me proud ofmyself (and glad that I was wearing my chastity cage!) As I walked backI kept my smile but it was no longer a forced smile. And as I got to theedge of the circle, I turned and bowed in a deep curtsey without evenknowing why. At this the men applauded. I had nailed it!We were to learn that the men had used our display to rank us as prizesin a poker game they were about to start. Winner got first choice,second got second and so on.I was changing. forced together under unbearable conditions andunbreakable rules, we were all learning to handle it in our own way.There seemed to be no other course than to cave in to the ladies desiresfor us, desires that seemed much more clear now. This fact did not gounnoticed by Lady L. While the men played poker, she praised us and toldus to think of ourselves as the “third” gender. Not women and certainlynot men but we were attractive to these gentlemen. As such, sheinstructed, we should accept any sexual offering that they make and doour absolute best to please them. “Pleasing a woman is beyond you” shesaid, “but pleasing these men is what you have been trained to do!”They had indeed been training and conditioning us to accept and actuallyprefer same-sex relationships. Acceptance of this ‘behaviormodification’ was easier for some than for others as most of us had somegender issue to begin with. I think I fell somewhere in the middle. Itwas not going to be easy to make the transition. The ladies hadtreated us as a team and set before us a team objective of becomingfeminine males. Defeat was unacceptable and victory required completeobedience to our “coaches”.It seemed our next competition would be to win at being the best atpleasing the man who picked us to spend the week with..I HAD changed. But subconscious doubt still lingered.It was very late when the poker game ended. By then we had done all ofthe dishes and cleaned up the hotel’s dining room. Next, and while beingpretty much exhausted, we were instructed to stand at attention in aneat row still in our French maid’s outfits. This time it was our wiveswho were telling us what to do. Lady L. was relaxing and taking it allin from her easy chair.As we stood, the gentlemen sat in comfortable chairs facing us. LadyL., with some fanfare, then announced the winner of the poker game. Bob,of course, chose Daniela who stepped forward, but was then ordered byher wife to sit in Bob’s lap. The whole room (sissies excepted) thoughtthat this was a great idea, and each of us would end up doing the samewhen our name was chosen. Lisa went next. I wasn’t as concerned when Iwould be picked as who would pick me. There were some less thanattractive men in this group.I was fortunate enough to be picked third and by a relatively decentlooking guy, Steve. He was taller and larger than me, I was 5’11” and(with my dieting) 150 lbs. while Steve was around 6’2” and looked to beslightly over 200 lbs. I went to sit on his lap and he immediately puthis hand on my thigh and began rubbing it up and down. We both smiled ateach other. He had gotten what he wanted and I had gotten what I learnedthat I had wanted. My wife was very pleased. She came over to Steve andI and gave me a kiss on the cheek. And then she gave Steve a kiss on hischeek. “Now you’ll take good care of my little sissy this week won’tyou?” she asked. As embarrassed as I was I kept smiling.“Oh I’ll take the best of care of her little sissy ass! Ha, Ha, Ha! Youcan bet on it!” he replied.My wife simply beamed as she then went back to stand with herboyfriend., the same one she had had sex with while I had watched.Mentally, I think the only way to survive a situation like this is to gowith the program. You would go crazy if you tried to fight it to saynothing of the consequences if you did not please your new gentlemanfriend and Lady L. were to find out.Steve kept rubbing my thighs as the men’s other choices were made.Honestly, it felt wonderful.And last, Gail ended up with Tim who seemed just odd enough to havethrown the poker game deliberately just to get last pick.At that point we all stood to return to our rooms. Or that is thegentlemen’s rooms. Already well tanned, Steve let his arm slip from myshoulder to my waist as we walked down the hall to his hotel room.“Thank you for picking me,” I said, thinking that this would have to bethe right thing to say.“Oh, my pleasure, believe me it WILL be my pleasure, Ha, Ha, Ha!” washis reply. A little tasteless, I thought, but I smiled back at him forsaying it anyway.When we got inside his room we both sat on the bed and I nervously beganto make small talk.“Where are you from?”“Texas. Lynn…that is you name isn’t it?”“Uh Huh,” I answered affirmatively.“Just how does a pretty boy like you end up being a chick with a dick ifyou don’t mind me asking?”I did mind but pretended not to. “Well, I always had a strong urge toget in touch with my feminine side, I guess.”“Well in your case your feminine side seems to be about 99% of you, Ha,Ha, Ha!”I was getting angry at this line of questioning but could not show it.“Lady L. and my wife have helped me along in realizing how much fun itcan be to dress up.” I thought this was the safe answer.“Oh you’re doin’ more than dressing up my little lady! Lady L. saysyou’re a little firecracker!”I was getting even more nervous. “Well I do hope to please you, Sir.” Iwas terrified of what would happen if he did not approve of me. I triedto focus my thoughts on doing the best I could to please him.“Well thank you mam I’m sure you will. Ha, Ha, Ha. Now why don’t you hopout of that pretty little dress?”I smiled at him as I took off my French maid’s outfit, including thecorset which was killing me by now. I was honestly hoping he wouldprefer to nod off to sleep given the late hour, but no such luck.As I lay on my back, wearing only makeup, a wig and my chastity cage,Steve climbed on top of me, raised my head in his big, strong hands andgave me a deep kiss. Our mouths opened in unison and our tongues met. Mychastity cage was becoming painful as my penis tried without success togrow. We kissed for a long time before Steve spread my legs apart withhis.I hadn’t thought about it this before but I was about to be “bitched,”getting screwed in the ass for the first time. The idea frightened me inthat it would be yet one more step in my feminization which I couldnever again deny happening, at least to myself.I applied lube to my boy pussy in expectation of this moment. I feltSteve gently place his manhood at my opening and slowly begin to enterme. He was big but went slowly enough that I felt only pressure and notpain. Ever so slowly… deeper… deeper… deeper inside of me as myboy pussy slowly expanded to accommodate his erection. My own penishurt from the cage but I knew I was there only to please Steve. “I wantyou in me,” I whispered. He held his entire 7” inside of me for whatseemed like an eternity before he started slowly rocking, out.. in…out… in. He gradually began to pick up the pace until he was pumpingme hard and fast. I began to moan softly with pleasure until I couldtell that he was about to cum. Then my moaning became much louder.”…Oh…Oh… Ohhhhhhhhhhh!” Squeezed inside its tiny cage, my penis,straining to become erect, oozed out a dollop of cum at the same timethat Steve released his load.He gave me one more lingering kiss before falling asleep still on top ofme.The next morning Steve had gone fishing before I got up. I was thankfulfor that as I was exhausted from the day, and night before.The next couple of days we spent some time together, sunning on thebeach or going for walks. The rest of the time Steve talked to thefriends he had arrived with about their boats or other ‘manly’ thingswhile us sissies chatted about our new ‘boyfriends’. So this is whatbeing a woman is really like, I thought.Then, each night, it was back to bed with Steve, and I didn’t get muchsleep.By Wednesday it was time for our mid week review by Lady L.I was shaking as Lady L. read Steve’s comments:Lynn was a delight except for two little things, she did not anticipatemy needs (like a Scotch the way I like it after noon) as well as shemight have, and she seemed a little too nervous in bed, insisting that Iwear a rubber. If she can get over these things I would love to see heragain next time.Lady L. summarized the review for me, “Well, you definitely have somework to do. You should know what he wants even before HE does. Beconstantly thinking one step ahead of him. And then, you insisted hewear a rubber!?. How could you? You should have known that our guestsare clean. If bareback is what he wants then bareback is damn well whathe better get! This is highly embarrassing for me! My friends are veryclean and don’t need to wear condoms if they don’t want to.”I nearly broke down in tears at the tone of Lady L.’s voice knowing thatthis almost certainly meant severe punishment.“Still…” Lady L. continued, “he did say that he definitely wanted tospent the rest of the week with you and that is a big plus. That ISimportant. At least you don’t scare him away.”Hearing this stopped a potential flood of tears on my part.“Oh, by the way, did you curtsey for him each time you left the room?He likes that.”Pause. “Uhh… no,” I said meekly.“Well next time remember that.” Then Lady L. paused. “Good and bad. Ithink that indicates both a reward and punishment are due!” shesniggered. “I think a second piercing in each ear is called for. Stevelikes lots of jewelry on his gurls. You’ll have the prettiest ears onthe island!”My heart sank as I felt that this act of discipline would remove evenmore of what little masculinity I had left. Then Lady L. surprised meagain.“And as for your PUNISHMENT, how about a little fairy tattoo just aboveyour ‘cock’.”“Oh god not another tattoo,” I thought.I was relieved but still haunted by deeper thoughts. I had all butgiven up trying to escape the island. Now I had multiple femininetattoos, wore only women’s clothing, was about to receive a second earpiercing on each ear, and had made love only to men in the last 18months. No real man could say this I thought. In addition, Steve wouldbe coming back before long. Mmmm…Steve. I was beginning to believethat I could never be a man again. Could I accept this? The caningsand Ben-Gay that made my scrotum burn would be painful but temporary.The tattoos and piercing were of a more permanent nature and would makeany hope of some day returning to manhood seem even more distant.Still, I had to soldier on because there were punishments that were evenworse. In the back of my mind lurked the horror of castration or evenworse, if there was anything worse than that.We had come to the island as a motley, diverse group of transgenderedmales. Those of us remaining were now totally obedient, submissive,feminized sissies, willing to do absolutely anything we were told to do.We were physically still males but any vestige of masculinity was gone. Each of us began to fully accept our true roll as servants to a superiorgender.It was Saturday and Steve would be leaving the next day. I hadpleasured him in one way or another each night of his stay so far and asa result, he asked my wife if he could have the key to my chastity cagefor one day. She agreed on the condition that any release that I havebe done in a way that would humiliate me. She explained how that helpsme maintain my submissiveness. She agreed to his offer knowing that Ihad indeed pleasured him each night as she had the videos taken by thehidden camera in Steve’s room as proof. Any images of Steve that wereidentifiable were destroyed by agreement with Lady L. Any videos where Iwas identifiable were copied, cataloged and saved in a secure place.As a surprise, Steve asked me if I wanted to go up in the plane withhim. I was overjoyed. This meant that he must have approved of me. Iquickly agreed.He knew how to fly too! There was so much he could do that I could not.I even asked him about the controls, perhaps subconsciously thinkingthat I could fly off of the island. He pointed to this dial and thatswitch while rattling off some technical jargon and I quickly gave upthat idea.He took me high enough to see a couple of other small islands.“I’m not sure but I don’t think this looks like the Caribbean,” I said.“Ha, Ha, Ha,” Steve laughed. “Who told you that? We’re a little northof Madagascar!”I was shocked. The sissies had been lied to since the beginning.Andrea never had a chance to escape from here.The next day he offered to take me out on his boat. The only conditionwas that I wear the bikini he saw me in the first day he arrived and,again, I readily agreed. He took us out several miles before shuttingoff the engine.Suddenly a thought came over me. A terrifying thought. This might bethe only chance I would ever have to leave the island. While Steve wasconcentrating on steering the boat out to sea, I had noticed a boat hookattached to the side of the boat by clips. It was simply a rod aboutsix feet long with a hook at the end for grabbing things out of thewater. I quietly removed it from its fasteners. Gripping it like along baseball bat I would be able to swing it freely and certainly beable to at least disable Steve. I hesitated just a moment. I couldn’tdo it! I held the boat hook poised to swing but I could not do it! Iquickly lowered it when Steve began to turn around. I held the end ofthe pole in my hands and began sliding one hand up and down the lastfoot of its length, stroking it gently.I smiled at Steve as I did this and a moment later he caught my idea andsmiled back at me. He then stopped the engine, took me by the hand andled me to the stern of the boat where he sat on the cushioned seatsthere. He then took a life preserver and set it on the deck between hisknees. I understood what he wanted. Kneeling on the life preserver Ibegan to slide his bathing suit down his legs then lifting them so Icould remove it completely. I noticed for the first time the amount ofhair on his legs… and his arms. It was thick yet curly and soft. Iran my hands through it as he had run his hands over my hairless thighsas I sat in his lap after the poker game. I could not help noticing thecontrast between his arms and legs and mine. His were the arms and legsof a real man. I had only perfectly smooth skin, feminine skin,highlighted by the fact that I was in a bikini. No REAL man would EVERbe in the position I was in wearing what I was wearing, doing what I wasabout to do. At no other time in my life was I as aware of who I wasthan at that moment.I began gently caressing his penis. My mind began to wander. When hehad reached his full erect length I began kissing it. I wanted to makelove to it. I gently cupped his balls in one hand while I lightlygrasped his shaft in the other. I kissed the entire length. I suckedon his balls until he started to groan. I licked around his penis. Ilicked under it. I ran my tongue slowly up its length, then down, thenup again pausing to put my lips around his corona. Sliding hisbeautiful penis slowly into my mouth inch by delicious inch until mynose was nestled in his light brown pubic hair. His penis was touchingthe back of my throat but I was able to suppress the gag reflex becauseI had been trained to do so. I let my mouth linger there as Steve beganto groan louder. I wanted to please him. I wanted his penis to feelthe warmth of my moist throat. I wanted to use every lesson I hadlearned about performing the perfect blowjob. Excruciatingly slowly Ibrought my lips up the length of his shaft. I paused with my lips againcaressing his glans and my tongue flicking the underside of its head.Steve grabbed my head and began to hump my face. All that mattered tome was that I pleasure him as he has never been pleasured before.Nothing else mattered to me. I was going to make him experience ecstasy.From the volume of cum I swallowed I think he came pretty close.A minute or so later Steve finally caught his breath and then reacheddown into the pocket of his bathing suit and produced the key to mychastity cage. My eyes widened as he unlocked the wretched device andmy cock sprung free. That felt wonderful but it got even better asSteve put his large hand around my shaft and gently squeezed. I beganto raise my hips to gain some friction but Steve told me to stop andremain motionless. It was a heavenly torture. I wanted desperately toreach an orgasm but could not. One minute. Two minutes! Then Stevetold me to repeat what he was going to tell me to say.I think it went something like this:“Mr. Steve Sir, for you I promise that I will be YOUR gurl whenever youcome back to the island.For myself I promise that I will work to become more feminine every day.For my Mistress wife Laura, I promise to let her have sex with whoevershe pleases.For Lady L. I promise to work as hard as I can to please her in everyway possible.For all other ladies everywhere I promise that I will never think ofwomen in a sexual way again.“Ha, Ha, Ha!” Steve laughed at that last one.He then stroked my penis and I quickly ejaculated with my cum runningdown on his hand. He held that hand up to my mouth and I licked itclean. Then he locked me up once again in my chastity cage.In his final comment, Steve said, “I am going to tell Lady L. exactlywhat you just said. After all, this will give everybody just what theywant!”“Yes, Sir,” I replied with my mind gone blank.Steve let me steer the boat back to the island and over the drone of theengines he said, “Hey, let’s get that down in writing! And you’llagree to sign it or this only key to your cock cage goes overboard. Andthere is no locksmith on the island. Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha!”Why he had chosen to be so cruel after what I had done for him I didn’tknow. I didn’t care.And with that my fate was sealed.Shortly after the gentlemen had left the island and I had indeed signeda letter acknowledging what I had stated on the boat, Lady L. gave usour final reviews. They were generally excellent with mine ranking amongthe best and she was beaming with pride. She then happily announced, “Weare going to hold a graduation ceremony for you gurls! Instead of a capand gown you will get to wear an EVENING gown and be recognized in frontof all of the ladies and men on the island!”The actual ceremony turned out to be similar to our parade in front ofthe gentlemen in our French maid’s uniforms, except we were now deckedout in beautiful evening gowns in front of perhaps fifty ladies and men.This time it was easier for me as I dreamed how good I must look in thesilky fabric, beautiful jewelry and perfect make-up.Following the ceremony I saw my wife, Laura, leave TWO men to come overto congratulate me. “I’m so proud of you for following this through!”Laura exclaimed. As if I had a choice.“I hadn’t realized by your cross-dressing you were screaming out to methat you really wanted to be a woman! You wanted to be the person thatis caring, devoted, submissive, obedient and pretty to look at all atthe same time! When I realized that I had missed all of the signals Iknew I had to help you to become what you really were all the time!You’ve really earned this!” With that, she kissed me on the cheek andwent back to her boyfriends. I couldn’t tell whether she was mocking meor being genuinely honest.It didn’t matter.This IS who I am now. If I ever was a man I’m not now so I had betterlearn to make the best of it. I really DO want to please the ladies onthe island and I know that if I try hard enough I will be able to.Above all of the promises I had made to others, I decided to promise toMYSELF that I would do the best job I knew how to as maid, servant,danseur or anything else Lady L. or Mistress Laura wanted of me.Manhood had slipped far away. Over the last two years in which I hadexperienced only feminine things I had forgotten who was on whichprofessional sports team and even the names of some of the teams. Such alack of knowledge would have been more embarrassing if I had anyone tocarry on a masculine conversation with but I did not. The occasionalvisits by men to the island did not help me relate to the outside worldas they never talked “guy” stuff with us sissies. We were left to chatamongst ourselves about the latest fashions, fabrics, and famousfemales.Could I ever be a man again? I tried to put this question out of mymind as it wouldn’t matter under the current circumstances. And itdidn’t look like the current circumstances were going to change. All ofus sissies were kept in chastity for long periods and the only releasewe were allowed was with men visiting the island or with each other.Before I had arrived on the island being forced into this type ofbehavior would have seemed impossible but sex is a powerful motivatorand the ladies knew it. They had provided the physical and mentalpunishment and scaled it up as high as necessary to get each of us to dowhat they desired. Eventually, each of us succumbed to their superiorpower and accepted a gay lifestyle. What had seemed so unnatural atfirst now seemed erotic. Ahh the power of an “education” at theW.I.T.C.H. Institute.Over the next two months a few men visited the island. There were neverenough to go around for each of the twelve of us sissies remaining here.But this was a good thing for the visiting men as they then got tochoose between us. Daniela was chosen most frequently, every time infact. We all knew that she was the most attractive and passed as being areal female quite easily. I was afraid to admit it to myself but thiswas making me jealous of her. I was often left to my maid duties whileDaniela was being wined and dined by one of the male visitors. It wasparticularly frustrating to have to make the bed that she and her malefriend would soon sleep in or had just slept in. But I did it just thesame and I did it with a smile on my face as was required of me.Perhaps this is why I was so happy when, one day three men arrived atthe island and I was chosen by the one named John. After all, thecompetition was tough. Each of us sissies greeted them in the usualway, by running down to the beach in our bikinis and begging to bechosen as their consort for the week.I was hoping that John chose me because he liked the way I looked. Bydieting I had lost even more weight and had gotten a nearly perfect tanby making sure that the strings to my bikini were in exactly the sameplace each of the times I was allowed to lie on the beach in the sun. Ihad been paying much more attention to such things recently because mywife encouraged it and these were important to a “gurl” trying toattract men. After all, this was the only way any of us would begranted a sexual release.I felt rewarded for all my hard work that night when I saw John nakedfor the first time. When erect, his cock was a full 10″ long! It was aslong as any of the hundreds of cocks I had seen in photographs during myclasses. I could finally understand why women were so attracted to sucha display of manhood. After having seen so many naked males up close,VERY close, I was beginning to appreciate certain qualities in a cock.Length was definitely one of them and John’s was, simply beautiful onthat score. A cock had become my main source of physical pleasure and Ihad learned to appreciate the opportunity to please them with my lipsand tongue. This is why John was such a special treat for me.On John’s first night, while I was on my knees pleasing him with mymouth, I looked up into his eyes and found him looking down into mine.No words were spoken and none were needed. At that moment the dramaticdifference in our status was crystal clear, and seemed so right. Thiswonderful specimen of manhood also reinforced my acceptance of what theladies had taught me, that some of us were just meant to be “real men”and some of us sissies. It made perfect sense that he is what he is andI am what I am.I later learned that John was not only talented in the bedroom, but hadmade a considerable sum developing a popular app for smart phones. Itmade me doubly proud that he had chosen ME to be submissive to him. Hehad proven himself to be a real man in the business world as well.Something I had never quite been able to accomplish.And it is a good thing John had a lot of money. You seemed to need aconsiderable amount to visit this island because you needed a boat orplane to get there, to say nothing of the fee that Lady L. must becharging for the accommodations and the services of us sissies.Naturally, we never saw a penny of those fees and there was no place tospend them if we did.My week with John seemed to fly by and my only regret was that he didnot want to kiss me. I had learned that not wanting to kiss a femininemale is just a peculiarity that some men have.That wonderful week was followed by a less auspicious one. My wife Laurahad decided to make a change.”Lynn, I was so happy that you really got to hit if off with John. Itmakes me feel so good that you have found yourself, that you now knowwho you really are. There is no shame in being a complete sissy. It’swonderful that you are able to make love to only men now and that youaccept that you are a total submissive to both women and men.”The way she had just blurted these thoughts out shocked me.”But,” she continued, “it is now time for me to find MYSELF. I have haddivorce papers drawn up so that we can each follow our own destinies.Our paths have always been separate ones, you an effeminate submissivesissy wanting to be completely dominated, and me, an attractive,dominant woman desiring to make her mark on the world!”I was blown away. “B-b-but you’re dominant and I’m submissive. You saidso. So why can’t you just dominate me while we stay married?””Lynn, I HAVE dominated you, TOTALLY. And now it’s time for me to moveon. Look at you in you’re pretty little skirt and blouse. This is yourfuture. But there is no room for that in my future. I am going to wantREAL men. In fact, Marc and Darius are going back to the States withme.”I knew, even if I never admitted it to myself, that she had fallen inlove with one or both of these other men, but, despite this, I couldstill never envision her leaving me. “B-b-but Laura, I thought you stillloved me,” I said, starting to cry.”Oh, but I do! That’s exactly why I am doing this. I hope you appreciateALL I have done for you… letting you wear women’s clothes, encouragingyou to become more and more feminine, helping you become gay, just likeyou wanted!”Did I want that? Or was it forced on me? I could not deny that I nowenjoyed having sex with other men and that I loved women’s clothes. Icouldn’t seem to find a hole in her argument. “But I don’t want you toleave!” was all I could think to say.”Lynn, dear Lynn, you’ll always have the memories of me and I will leaveyou with pictures of me and I will keep pictures of you, recentpictures.” She stifled a laugh. “Don’t you want me to be happy? As happyas I’ve made you?”Thinking as quickly as I could, “Of course, but I won’t be happy withoutyou!””Now Lynn, you must be realistic. I would only be in the way of you andyour lovers. You have a wonderful job here and what about your manyfriends, all of your ‘boyfriends’? It IS the way it has to be Lynn.”I was out of arguments. What could a submissive male say to change themind of a dominant woman? Nothing I could think of.”Here Lynn, sign this, here and here” she said as she pointed to thedivorce decree.I tried to hold back a flood of tears unsuccessfully. “B-b-but whatabout our house back home? The one we bought together?” As thoughanything back home would do me any good now.”I’ll keep the house and whatever else we owned. You won’t be needinganything you don’t already have here. So it only makes sense that I haveit. In fact I think I’ll put a big picture of you as you are now overthe fireplace. It will help me remember you as the sweet generous littlesissy you are.””Won’t I ever see you again!?” my desperation growing..”Well, as happy as you are here, you have no reason to leave the island.Besides, I threw out all of your male clothing back home. I knewyou’d never need them again and they won’t fit Marc or Darius, you’resmaller than they are.” Again she stifled a chuckle. “Now sign unlessyou want to go discuss this further with Lady L.”.I could not refute anything she had said. I could not go back to my oldlife and I was not about to lose all of the goodwill I had built up withLady L. over an argument I could not win. With tears flowing freely, Isigned.One week later, at the ‘urging’ of Lady L., I reluctantly said myfarewells to Laura, Marc and Darius as they left on the nicest boatstill at the dock. “Goodbye, Mistress Laura, I love you and thank youfor everything you have done for me.” I had to say this even though Iknew that this could be my final admission that I would never leave thisisland.As the boat slowly pulled away from the dock the image of Laura’s face,as happy as I had ever seen her, was burned in my mind.It had hit me like a ton of bricks as I knew deep down that there was noway I could ever go back to living anywhere but here with anyone butthose that already lived here or came to the island. I loved Laura andhated her at the same time for leaving me.<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>Several days later, while Lisa (Edward) and I were cleaning one of thehotel rooms, the subject of Andrea had come up. “What do you think everhappened to her?””I don’t know but I hate to think about it.”Just then Lady L. and Cathy entered the room. Lady L. spoke, “Oh hellogurls. I just wanted you to know that Cathy was back. She’s fullyrecovered from that beating she took when Andrea tried to escape. Ioverheard you and funny that you should be asking about Andrea. Do youwant to see her? I think she might enjoy it actually.”Lisa and I looked at each other, speechless.”Well I’ll arrange something for all you gurls. That will satisfy yourcuriosity. In the mean time, how about a welcome back for Cathy?” askedLady L.Both Lisa and I gave her an enthusiastic welcome at the same time. Shewas indeed welcome as she was not only the most friendly of Lady L.’sassistants but she was also the most beautiful.The following Sunday, when all of the work and class schedules of thesissies allowed it, we gathered together at the dock. (I say Sundaybecause that’s what day I thought it was. Actually, each day, each weekand each month blended into the next so I really didn’t know when itwas.) The sissies were tied to each other with soft but sturdy pinkhandcuffs and helped onto the largest of the boats by three of Lady L.’smale assistants.. By this time thoughts of escape were gone but Lady L.was never again going to risk it.As this was one of the slowest boats it took us quite a while to reachthe smaller island where we had indeed guessed Andrea had been taken.All of us sissies were sharing a nervous curiosity as we were helpedfrom the boat by the three male assistants.”Follow me gurls.” Lady L. said as she walked from the beach to a narrowtrail in the underbrush. About 100 meters in, we came to a clearingwith a small hut in the center.Lady L. went into the hut and soon emerged at the doorway to announce”Gurls, the Queen of the island!” Holding the woman’s hand in the air,Lady L. led Andrea in to a spot in front of us.Her face, although made up in an exaggerated fashion with eye shadow,mascara and lip stick, left no doubt that this was indeed Andrea. Fromthe neck down, however, she was unrecognizable as Andrea. She had abeaded necklace hanging over small uncovered breasts, a very narrowwaist supporting a grass skirt, and bracelets all up and down her arms.Her own long, uncombed hair was topped off with a gaudy tiara.None of us sissies could speak as our mouths just hung open isdisbelief. Lady L. broke the silence, “Sissies, curtsey to your Queen!”The authority of Lady L. was all that was needed for us to obey. We alldid as directed although in a very unorganized manner.”I am your Queen and you are my subjects” ‘Queen’ Andrea had spoken.With the sight before us we didn’t know whether to laugh or just try toremain silent. Between us there was a little of each.Lady L. again spoke, “Your Majesty, why don’t you show your subjects thechanges that have made you even more beautiful now?”With that, Andrea removed her grass skirt and revealed a surprisinglyattractive hourglass figure. Except for her jewelry she was completelynaked as she did a slow turn before us.The sissies still had trouble speaking as we each took in this image. Webegan murmuring amongst ourselves. “She gümüşhane escort bayan must have been put on a largedose of female hormones to develop her breasts and expand her hips likethat” said one. “There has definitely been some serious corset trainingtoo” said another. With her private area smoothly shaved it was obvioustoo, that her Prince Albert piercing was still in place. She clearlywould not, could not use her male parts for sex of any kind.Annoyed with the whispering of the sissies, Andrea declared “Silence! Iam your Queen and you are my subjects!”Lady L. turned to us, “Gurls…?” hinting for us to do something.Gail caught what Lady L. had implied and quickly curtsied with the restof us following. Lady L. then led ‘Queen’ Andrea back to her hut. “I amyour Queen….””Susan and Vanessa” Lady L. said in a matter-of-fact way, “I want you tostay with your Queen. She will appreciate the company and I think youwill too.” Susan and Vanessa had been gelded as punishment for theirroles in Andrea’s failed escape plot. With hopes that this might provideat least a bit of the freedom from the W.I.T.C.H. institute that theyhad learned to hate, they willingly agreed. They had never been greatfans of having to meet and entertain any men that visited our island tosay nothing of losing their manhood there.On the boat headed back to that island we were still somewhat indisbelief. Relieved that nothing worse had happened to Andrea and yetsurprised at what HAD happened. Clearly some type of ‘medication’ hadbeen part of her punishment.”You know,” said Charlene jokingly and perhaps with a hint of jealousy,”she’s smokin’ hot!””She’s smokin’ something!” I chimed in.We all laughed, including Lady L.<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>The next week was relatively uneventful and we all did our maid dutiesand attended our classes as usual. There was one change, however. Susanand Vanessa had been our main chefs and were responsible for preparingmost of the meals. Without them the rest of us had to take on a classin cooking. Mistress Noreen, herself an accomplished cook, took on thetask of teaching us. The class was pleasant enough except for theMistress’s habit of continually reminding all of us to keep our kneestogether We each wore the standard short, pleated plaid skirt for classand often one or more of us would fall into the old male habit ofletting our knees drift apart a few inches.”Knees together gurls!” she would say whenever she noticed. Over timethis began to bring a smile to my face as I dutifully obeyed. I foundthis class a pleasant change from some of the other more mundane tasksus sissies were required to perform. It meant that I was learning yetone more traditionally feminine skill. Complete feminization is a bigjob but I was well on my way.Life on the island was beginning to get more interesting. One day Bethand Irene (formerly Bradley and Irv) made a surprise announcement thatthey were going to get married. Lady L. had granted them permission tobecome ‘husband’ and wife. Which would be which no one seemed to carebut we were all genuinely happy for them.Reflecting, I guess it was only natural as they had been through so muchtogether and had been taught to accept a same-sex lifestyle as we allhad.Perhaps most surprising was the fact that Lady L. was going to allowthem to return to the States to live as domestic partners. Since thisturn of events had fulfilled all of the goals the spouses of these twohad set for them, Lady L. was very confident that her work on them wasnow complete.Was this a course I too should pursue? What had been my wife’s goals forME? She had left the island telling me that I had already achievedthem.The remaining island sissies, including myself, were truly happy for thelucky couple. A ceremony and celebration were in order. To make itlegal, their wives had also made them sign divorce papers and Lady L.had arranged that they would be married by the ‘captain’ of the nextvessel that would visit the island. We were told that such a ship wouldbe arriving in exactly one week. That did not give us much time to planthe ceremony or make wedding gowns for them. They would, however, bewearing beautiful matching white dresses. The variety of women’sclothing that Lady L. had made available to the sissies never ceased toamaze me. I was never sure where it had come from. Perhaps deliveredby one of her visiting gentlemen friends in payment for a week ofpleasure?With such a short time frame there wasn’t a moment to lose, what withour routine maid’s work and classes. (Although Lady L. did suspendclasses except for Cooking in which we quickly learned how to make abeautiful wedding cake.) Many of our experiences in feminization werepaying off for the first time. Collecting and arranging flowers, sewingdresses, planning and cooking the reception dinner, helping each otherget our nails and hair done. It is amazing what the feminine work ethiccan accomplish when tasked with such an enjoyable event.When the big day arrived I was tired but happy that we had been able tobring it all together. There was not a large crowd sitting inattendance as all of us sissies were standing up as bridesmaids for thehappy couple. We had argued about what our dresses should look like butfinally decided on a light blue satin dress with a sweetheart necklineand cap sleeves. It was gathered on one side at the waist and had aback zipper and small slit at the bottom in back. I loved it. As longas I could remember I enjoyed cross-dressing but this was a mostwonderful feeling looking as feminine as I did.It was a beautiful ceremony and the reception was lovely. I got todance with the ‘captain’ and several of the other sissies. All in all Ihad an amazing time. It made me reassess how nice it felt to befeminine instead of masculine. The day that Beth and Irene left forhome and a honeymoon, I actually became jealous of them. Having justfinished the now requisite two months in chastity I begged Charlene tomake love to me. She was just as anxious as I and we ended up spendingan entire night kissing, caressing and having oral and anal sex.After having spent over two years without so much as touching a woman itwas much easier now to accept that I would probably never have aheterosexual experience again. In all of this time women physicallywould have nothing to do with us sissies and yet us sissies (when not inchastity) were always available to each other. We looked feminine. Weacted feminine. The transition to homosexuality had become fairly easy.<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>There was even more news the following week. Lady L. had informed usthat we were going to have some unusual guests that weekend. Theseguests were going to be ladies. Real ladies. Not only that, they werethe spouses of other unsuspecting males like us island sissies. Theywere going to be shown the facilities of the island and the curriculumof the training classes. It was an important step in convincing theladies that this was indeed what their spouses needed to adjustwhichever of their behaviors that was inappropriate or not to theirwife’s liking.As one would expect, Lady L. gave us a stern warning about being on ourabsolute best behavior while the guests were here. She strongly hintedat the fact that ‘Queen” Andrea might need a couple of ‘princesses’ onher island. The implication was crystal clear. Any error on the part ofa sissy could result in a fate like that of Vanessa and Susan. We, infact, were going to be instrumental in convincing the ladies that theirhusbands NEEDED to be sissies.The big day soon arrived. We island sissies were already at the dockwaving when the boat pulled up. I heard one of the ladies say toanother “Why are there girls here to meet us? I thought we were going tosee some sissified men!” The lady she had spoken to turned and whisperedsomething in her ear and she froze, mouth open, staring at us.”Wonderful!” she said as she began to laugh.The ladies were all types, young, middle-aged, thin and fashionable,somewhat over- weight. For some reason the heaviest one instantly tooka liking to me. Perhaps I looked like her husband. In any event, shewas also the jolliest and most talkative one.”Oh sweetie, we’re going to get along just fine! I’m pickin’ you! Ihope none of you other ladies mind!”The other ladies seemed to be so delighted with the whole scene at thedock that they had no trouble picking one of the other sissies forthemselves and leaving Mistress Marge to me. (‘Large Marge’ I silentlythought but would never say out loud.)The sissies took the lady’s luggage to their rooms and began to explainwhere everything was, much the same as we had done when men visited theisland. When they were settled in Lady L. had the group convene in thehotel’s conference room to go over their stay in more detail, and toinsist that there be no sex with any of the sissies. None of the womensaw any problem with that. Two of the sissies, including Lisa, weresomewhat disappointed, as they had been chosen by a couple of foxes.Most of the time during the week the ladies spent in meetings with LadyL. and her assistants, going over the fine points of what would happento their spouses and what specific training they would need. Us sissieswere not allowed in those meetings.Each day the sissies would escort their respective woman to breakfast,lunch and dinner. Between meals were their meetings and tours of theisland’s limited facilities. Over the several days that they werethere, the ladies got to know their personal sissy fairly well.Marge could not seem to stop talking about my heart, rose and butterflytattoos, pierced ears and feminine mannerisms. She seemed delighted withme. Of course, the rule that I had to constantly smile did not give awaymy true feelings. It didn’t matter. The potential consequences fromLady L. prevented me from showing Marge anything but the best of times.A special dinner was arranged for the ladies final night on the island. I had to work double duty that night as both chef before dinner andwaitress after.During desert, Lady L. stood up and made an announcement.”I am proud to let you know that each of you lovely ladies has chosen toallow us to train your spouse in the ways of a true sissy. You haveseen the results of our previous work and you have all told me howmagnificent it would be if all insubordinate males could be like this. Ipromise you we will do our best to make your spouses the feminized,obedient, submissive sissies that they secretly have always wanted ordeserved to be!”And now, after you finish dessert, as a special treat we will have ourcurrent sissies dress however you would like them to dress and dowhatever you would like them to do! They are yours to command. Use yourimaginations ladies! “Charlene (formerly Charlie) and I glanced at each other with the ‘whatjust happened here’ look on each of our faces. But all of the timesmiling.Much to my chagrin, Marge had me dress in a corset, garter, panties,stockings and 5” high heels, all black. She also insisted on the blondewig and bright red lipstick, which were very unusual for me. The rest ofmy make-up, well you can probably guess.The sissies adjourned to dress and waited until the last of us was readybefore we all rejoined the ladies. We had to assist Daniela and rush heralong as her owner for the week had insisted she wear a full lengthdress and be made up immaculately, which, of course, she was when wewere done with her. (Note: I think I can speak for all of us sissieswhen I confess that there is no better feeling than when applying eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner, blush and lipstick properly.)The ladies were so taken by the sight of us when we entered the roomthat they all stood up in unison, applauding and shouting cat calls asLady L. introduced us individually.I, wearing less than any of the others, was particularly embarrassed atthe volume of the cheers. We joined the lady who had chosen us and beganto mingle in pairs around the room.We ran into Daniela and her beautiful Mistress first. Obviously tryingto learn more about the nature of Lady L.’s plan, Daniela’s Mistressasked me, “Do you enjoy being feminine?””Oh yes!””Could you ever imagine yourself as a man again?””No, not really.””Are you gay? Were you gay when you started here?””I was straight, but, well, I only sleep with men now, but… “”Then you are GAY, little one, don’t be ashamed of it. I’m hoping toconvert my husband. Maybe you two could get together some day. I thinkyou would like him and I KNOW he would like you!” she giggled and I wasbecoming more and more humiliated.”Well I must go talk to some of the others. This is such a fascinatinggroup. I simply love the work they do here. Bye for now.””Bye.” I curtsied out of habit as she left and she smiled a broad smile.Marge then looked down at my waist. “Take your panties off.””But, no one else…uh.. of course Mistress Margaret!” I did as shedirected.”Well son of a gun! I THOUGHT you were wearing a chastity cage. Don’twant that little mouse escaping now, do we? I was wondering why shecalled you ‘little one’. Now I know!” She laughed loudly at my obviousembarrassment and since my predicament called for it, I laughed withher.”Hey! I have an idea. I be back in a second,” said Marge. I had noidea what she was up to but for a minute I stood there alone wearingeven less than I had entered the room with. I noticed that a couple ofthe ladies were involved in other conversations but were also eyeing meup and down. How humiliating.Marge returned with a length of string and, surprisingly, the key to mychastity cage which she promptly unlocked and put in her purse. Sayingnothing, she then tied the string firmly around my ‘manhood’.”There!” she remarked. “Now let’s go mingle some more.”With that she wrapped the string several times around her pudgy hand,grabbed my penis and began to walk over to the largest group of guestsshe saw. With my 5” heels and being tugged by my penis I was forced totake small, quick, mincing steps to keep up.Marge interrupted the conversation of the other group, “Hey gang, lookwhat I’ve got!”She pulled me into the center of the group again by my cock. “I think Iwant my husband to look like this. Hah hah hah!”I kept smiling but was trying to get Lady L.’s attention hoping shewould make this humiliation stop. Lady L. narrowed her eyes and gave mean evil smile. After all, we were there to please the guests.Letting the string unwind from her hand, Mistress Margaret (as she nowinsisted that I call her) tugged me again to another pair of ladies withtheir sissies. “Hello ladies, and sissies” she said, less imposinglythis time. Mistress Lena, one of the ones who had been staring at meearlier, began to look at me closely again. She looked first at therose tattoo on my hairless chest, stroking it gently. Then at thebutterfly tattoo in the center of my back just below my neck. Alsotouching it softly as though she wanted to make it come alive. Finallyshe perused the small rainbow very low on my back. “The colors willprobably fade over time” she said, “but the idea behind this one willlast forever”.”Fine work” she said. Could you lift your leg with the heart tattoo onit?” asked Mistress Lena. I instantly obliged, bracing myself on Lisa’sshoulder so as not to fall. She bent slightly to look closely at it.”Umm.” She uttered. Then Mistress Lena knelt down to look at the lasttattoo I had received, that of a fairy just above my penis.”Such fine hair… A beautiful face… and delicate wings. Kudos toLady L. for having the nasty hair removed so that we can see your prettyfairy” Mistress Lena spent what seemed like an eternity analyzing myfairy. She cupped my balls and moved so close to my tattoo that I couldfeel her breath on my now erect penis. “You are a fine example of whatmales can become with the proper education.” She seemed to be intent onperfecting my humiliation and she was certainly succeeding.Mistress Lena was beautiful, gentle, a real woman’s woman, and yet sheterrified me.Then her round of questioning began:”Were you happy with yourself as a man?””Not really, Mistress, I used to cross-dr…” She interrupted before Icould finish.”Are you glad your spouse brought you here?””Oh yes Mistress.””Do you enjoy being so feminine?””Yes, Mistress.”She took one of my hands and placed it on her breast much to the chagrinof Mistress Margaret who began to pull on the string around my cock asif to pull me away from Mistress Lena. Then Mistress Lena leaned over towhisper in my ear.”Do you prefer women or effeminate males?” Under these circumstancesthis was one tough question!”Ahhh…” I knew how I had to answer even though she was almost offeringherself to me. “ah… males” I said under my breath.”I want you to show me? Undress this nice sissy here and suck his..excuse me, HER cock!”At my hesitation she became insistent, “NOW!”Lisa mockingly reminded me to smile.I knelt down and reached around Lisa’s waist to unzip her pencil skirtwhich zipped in the back. It fell to her ankles. Then I slowly slippedher pantyhose down. Then her lace panties. Darn the luck! She also waswearing a chastity cage! Not a problem as Lisa’s wife had rushed overwith a key. And she was followed by the entire group of ladies. Beforeyou could say Jack Robinson, her cage was also in Lady Margaret’s purse.I had just been intoxicatingly close to an absolutely beautiful woman.Despite what I had said out loud, I could not help to wonder what itwould have been like to be with a woman like this. Everyone on theisland knew there would never be a chance of that happening. Instead, Inow had a golden opportunity to please another male with my mouth. Andto the oohs and aahs of the ladies surrounding us, I kissed her penisand placed my moist lips around it as I had done many times with manymales. I put no less effort into pleasing Lisa than anyone I had gonedown on. I was trained how to do it. It had been burned into my mindthat I must try to make this the best experience possible for my lover.The only difference this time was that there were approximately a dozenbeautiful women up close watching me. I had been conditioned to enjoywhat I was doing despite the fact that this was possibly the mostdegrading thing I had ever done. The ladies saw that I was not forcedto do this, that I was not only doing it willingly, but that I wasshowing an extraordinary amount of enthusiasm for it. Lady L. would beproud of me for providing such a convincing display for her potentialclients. The heightened sense of awareness. The TOTAL humiliation. IDID enjoy it. I could not see which one of the ladies said it, but shedubbed me ‘Best Cock Sucker of the Week’ and I heard the other ladieschuckling in agreement.I think it was Mistress Lena that told me to swallow it all when Lisaejaculated but that was what I had already been trained to do. My mindstarted to wander with lust as I tasted the slippery cum. I so wanted toenjoy this perfect total humiliation that I let the sperm and semen restfor a time on my tongue in order to savor it’s taste and give the ladiesa further visual treat.Refusing to continue to share me with the entire group, MistressMargaret gave one tug on the string tied to my dick which I could notignore. She seemed jealous that she had not taken me to this level ofembarrassment first.”Take off the rest of your things, except the high heels” she ordered.”Huh?” I wasn’t sure of her intent.”You heard me. Get naked right now! I want to show off the best cocksucker ever!” she said. Then whispering in my ear so only I could hear,”Don’t you ever embarrass me by letting some other woman tell you whatto do! I am in charge of you now!” With that, she slapped me hard inthe face. It hurt a lot. The other ladies were watching anxiously tosee what my reaction to the slap would be. I knew Lady L. would bewatching closely as well. They all laughed and seemed delighted whenall I did was let out a meek “Thank you Mistress Margaret”.Nude except for the high heels, I had to try to keep up with MistressMargaret using tiny delicate steps as she began to stride around theroom pulling the string tied to my penis. It was almost too much evenfor me. Somehow, but I did not know how, I had turned out to be thecenter of attention that evening. First, as the most scantily clad onein the room I had been questioned about my lack of virility. Then me andmy tattoos were studied closely by one woman followed by my performanceof a homosexual act witnessed by all of these beautiful women. And nowall eyes seemed to remain on me as I scurried around the room nakedbeing pulled on a leash by the least attractive woman there. Regardlessof the fact that I thought she was the ugliest of our lady visitors, Iknew I was her submissive for as long as she wanted me to be and I wouldhave to act accordingly or risk severe punishment.With all of this going on I began to drift into sub-space, that placewhere all of your fears of embarrassment disappear. My mind, no longerable to accept such abject humiliation, had begun to welcome it as theonly defense left. My smile returned and I began to wriggle my hips inan exaggerated feminine movement to provide the maximum entertainmentvalue for the ladies. Sub-space. A level of submission where you beginto feel a serenity with the fact that you have no control and that youare actually intoxicated with the humiliation surrounding you. A raptureof sorts. Finding pride in being SO degraded that your status as thelowliest, obedient submissive ever is etched in your mind. A happinessof pleasing others by having them see you squirm in embarrassment. Iwanted to let Lady L. know that I had joined her in trying to show justhow far you could go with a submissive male.Our little party went on for another two hours before the ladies finallybegan to run out of ideas on how me and the other sissies could serveand perform for them. At last Lady L. got everyone’s attention.”Ladies, ladies. Grab a glass. I want to propose a toast!” When allof the Mistress’s glasses had been filled by their respective feminizedservant, she continued. “To SISSIES! May they continue to grow innumbers and serve their Mistresses as our pretty slaves have done heretonight!”A loud cheer rose from all of the ladies as each took a swig of theirbeverage. Looking around the room I noticed that each and every one ofthe sissies was also sporting a smile. Was it that we had pleased LadyL. and, thus avoided punishment or were we glad to have served andcommitted ourselves to join an important cause?<<<>>>Days later, as the husbands of the Mistresses we had entertained thatnight began to arrive, I smiled. I knew what they were in for.As she had done with my group, Lady L. gathered the men in the hotel’sconference room and shocked them with the REAL reason they were there.Not to retire wealthy to this island, but to become totally feminizedand learn how to serve women. Each of the remaining eight of us currentsissies were waiting outside the conference room wearing our FrenchMaid’s outfits and at just the right moment, Lady L. signaled to us toenter the room. The look on their faces was priceless.”Boys, this is what you will become after you have received yourtraining at the Institute” Lady L. announced.The men looked shocked as though they considered this a threat certainlyimpossible to fulfill but a threat to their manhood nonetheless. As agroup they seemed more timid than we had been at first. Perhaps it wasthe sight of we sissies who had been transformed that made the threat oftotal feminization more real.There were eight of them all together. Just the right number to haveeach of them assigned to one of us, which was Lady L.’s plan.After a short discussion, the ladies had chosen which of the new maleswould be paired with each of the experienced sissies. It seemed anatural match when I was put in charge of Mistress Margaret’s husband,an awkward individual named Wayne. He started with the usual whiningthat there was no way he would ever succumb to this training. Heobviously did not know who he was dealing with. My group hadexperienced the training and conditioning. We had learned our place inthe grand scheme developed by Lady L. and our spouses. Our behavior hadbeen corrected and now we were the individuals we were supposed to be.We knew that our purpose was to serve the Ladies and the real men thatwould visit here. And now we would assist in the transformation ofanother group.What fun!Tied naked spread-eagle over his bed, Wayne received the first lesson itwas my privilege to give him…Thwack! “Oww!” The paddle landed squarely on his ass.Thwack! “Owww!”Thwack! “Owwww!”This continued until his buttocks were beet red. “Alright, alright I’llshave!” he finally agreed.The process had begun again. He was totally shaved of his body hair byhis ‘boyfriend’ and then he did the same to this new ‘boyfriend’. Itwas genuinely fun to perform the inspection on my ‘student’. I enjoyedcausing him fear and humiliation as I closely reviewed his body lookingfor shaving “errors”. Of course I found an errant strand of hair hereand there for which he paid a price. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!And when the redness had finally gone away several days later, hereceived his first tattoo, a large cock design on his right ass cheek.I actually got to watch one of Lady L.’s male assistants perform thework, my first class in being able to do body art myself.Initially when Wayne was unwilling to wear a bra, I placed nipple clipson him for one-half hour at a time. It was certainly painful, but notas painful as when the clips were removed. On one-half hour, off forone-half hour. Ouch!His building anger with me finally got the best of him and he took aswing at me. He missed and was quickly subdued by all eight of usgraduate sissies. We were there to assist each other in just such anevent.It was the only time Wayne (now Wendy) would try such a thing, as thepunishments for violent behavior were more severe. Wanda was much moredocile after having her nipples pierced and studs placed in them.Transgression followed by punishment. Obedience followed by reward.The lessons that had worked so well on the first batch of sissies werejust as effective on the second. It was nice sharing the maidresponsibilities with the new group. More time for lying on the beachin my bikini. Ahh. Life is good.It was not perfect however, as Mistress Margaret was always there tomake sure I did my job in properly training Wayne to her specifications.If Wendy did not advance in her feminization as rapidly as MistressMargaret desired, I would receive another slap on the face which wasfollowed by my now routine “Thank you Mistress Margaret” and a deepcurtsey.In about a year, half as long as it had taken us, the second group offeminized males were very close to completion of their training. LadyL. was so proud of all of us. I even received a reward. Wendy’s wife(now ex-wife) got to watch as Wendy licked and sucked on my cock fornearly half an hour. It was a wonderful experience. Sexual release ofany kind was a real rarity for a sissy. The sensation of another male’slips pressing on my penis was extraordinary. The warmth of her tonguewas exquisite. I was moaning audibly as I held her head and slid mymember in and out with increasing speed. After my orgasm I looked downto see the red lipstick smeared on my cock and felt a sense of pride inknowing how good I must be making the real men and other sissies feelwhen I serviced them in this same way.We were all accepting of who we were and what we had become. Long agoit seemed impossible to conceive of me being subservient to women andhaving sex with males, Now it was inconceivable that it be any otherway. I now had fifteen potential ‘boyfriend’ sissies sharing the islandwith me in addition to the real men who occasionally visited.Immediately after the graduation of the second class of sissies fromW.I.T.C.H., Lady L. announced that she was again starting a campaign tofind even more women dissatisfied with their spouses. Perhaps sixteenthis time to match the new number of ‘mentors’.I was becoming as enthusiastic as Lady L. in my desire to help transformsubmissive males with dominant wives into the proper feminized sissiesthat they were surely meant to be all along. I went to Lady L. herselfand with a broad smile and a proper curtsey, I said to her, “I thinkwe’re going to need a bigger island!””I’m so glad you think so Lynn,” Lady L. said in a way to convince meof her sincerety. “I am as pleased as your ex-wife was with yourprogress. So pleased in fact that I have been talking it over withMistress Margaret and we would both like to see you move to the nextstep.””Next step?” I said. My tone had shifted quickly from happy to fearful.”Yes. It’s a big one but we now know you’re ready. It would involveHRT, hormone replacement therapy.”I was speechless.”If you’re not already familiar with the process, let me explain. It iscalled therapy because it is actually a course of treatment. In yourcase it would be treatment for those remaining undesirable malecharacteristics. You will begin taking certain medications. The’replacement’ would be substituting estrogen and progestin for androgenssuch as testosterone. But I don’t want to confuse you with a bunch ofmedical terminology…””But what if I don’t want to do it?” I interrupted.”Hear me out.” Lady L. spoke in a stern voice.”We are looking at the long term benefits of this. You will have asofter more curvey body. You won’t have to shave as often andeventually you won’t need that chastity cage anymore. Wouldn’t that bewonderful?””That’s because I won’t be able to get it up anymore, isn’t that whatyou’re saying?” I said, now terrified.”Oh, you’re sex drive may be diminished a little but that will bereplaced by a whole new set of wonderful feminine feelings. You willfinally be able to enjoy the extraordinary intimacy that a woman feelswhen a man makes love to her. Our clients would appreciate thatimprovement and, after all, aren’t we here to please them?”Starting to cry, I tried to protest, “You’re going to castrate me too!No…no… I don’t want that!””Silly gurl! No one is going to do any such thing. My clients actuallytend to prefer feminine males. I don’t question their motives but theybasically want women with that one male part. We all know how strangemen’s desires become when sex is involved but you would be in the bestof all possible worlds. You could have the best female parts and thebest male part all at the same time! The real men who visit here wouldall want you!You could be dating them instead of doing chores as a maid! Howwonderful is that?!”I was truly relieved that no surgery was involved but I still had mydoubts. “Can I have some time to think it over?””Of course, little one. And let me say that you will be getting thebest medical attention available. Don’t forget Mistress Margaret is aformer nurse. These things must be monitored for side affects and wewill want our favorite little gurl to be in the best shape possible forour clients. I promise you that you will not be sorry!”I was going to have a lot to think about.Or perhaps not. Lady L. then left to see Mistress Margaret. A shortconversation followed.”Have the tests come back?” Lady L. asked.”Yes. They were all fine”, replied Mistress Margaret.”Great. Then I think it’s time to up the dose. What do you think?””I agree. 50 micrograms of the synthetic estrogen twice daily but Ithink I’ll leave the progesterone and Propecia, that’s that anti-androgen d**g, where they are for now. I never thought this would be somuch fun. I can’t wait to try it on my ex-husband.”I had no idea that Lady L. had been spiking my meals for several weeksalready. I had been pushed down the road less traveled at breakneckspeed and U-turns were i*****l!<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>In the end several of the wives, including Daniela’s wife, chose to taketheir ‘husbands’ back to the States. They would become the docile,submissive slaves to their wives that they had been trained to be.Andrea, Susan and Vanessa would continue to live on their own tinyisland as the ‘Queen’ and her ‘Princesses’. There certainly would bevery little sex on that island but no one, including those threeinhabitants would probably care. The best I could hope for was to avoidjoining them as Andrea’s third ‘Princess”.Only Charlene, Lisa, Gail and I, Lynn of the original group would remainon the island.It was amazing what the training and conditioning of W.I.T.C.H. haddone. Was this what any of us sissies either wanted or deserved? Werewe proud of what we had become? Were our wives right? Were we anyhappier? It didn’t matter for this is the way it was and the way itwould be from now on. You could either choose to be miserable withyourself or accept who you were and make the best of it. Ultimately Iwas never told that I had been on hormone replacement therapy from muchearlier on but when I looked in the mirror and began to notice thechanges in my body, I could only smile.As roughly as my ex-wife had treated me I still love her and am happyfor her. She had left me behind but I somehow knew that it was theright thing to do. She lived with both of her own boyfriends now andshe did indeed end up putting a very large picture of me in mybridesmaids dress over the fireplace. It was actually quite flatteringin displaying my femininity and would prove to be a real conversationpiece with our friends back home. Lady L. continued to send herprogress reports on my new appearance.With the arrival of yet a third group of submissive males it was clearthat this was truly going to be a growth business. My fellow’boyfriends’ and myself had been promoted to instructors to helpaccommodate this new class of trainees.There was also a rumor that Steve and John would both be returning tothe island at the same time soon. Ummmm… I couldn’t wait!

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