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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 Çeşme Escort (https://izmirescorto.com/category/cesme-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.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!