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W.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 in
various ways while wearing women's clothing. Others were miscreants who
had in some way so displeased their wives that their actions had driven
their wives to take drastic action.

All the men had in common the fact that their unexpected behavior
infuriated their wives enough to want to punish their husbands in some
unique way. The wives had in common that they had each found the same
way. It had not been easy to find this way either. But they had all
navigated through a series of websites, each directing any new members
to join the next website where they were instructed on how to pursue a
slightly more devious way of exacting revenge on a misbehaving spouse.
The last one directed any women having come this far to a small
newspaper ad which in turn gave them a phone number to call for further
instructions if they used the proper code from the website,. It had all
been 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 man
that had wronged them.

The inventor of this grand scheme, Lady L. was herself a fabulously
wealthy woman who had been nearly cheated out of her vast inherited
fortune by a conniving husband. Her experience was so bitter and her
personality so vengeful that she had not only "taken care of" her own
problem but she decided she was going to help other dedicated women with
solutions to their problems.

And so it was. One by one each of the dozen ladies had made the phone
call. Actually others had called but they backed out after hearing the
direction that their revenge would take.

It was a truly thorough screening process. One that resulted in only
those fully dedicated to making their victims pay for their
transgressions following through on the plan. Immediately after the
women agreed to join, the websites were closed, newspaper ad cancelled
and phone number disconnected. The trail would be untraceable.

One by one each of the parties received the same letter telling them
that they had won a fortune ($20,000,000) in the contest that their
wives had entered. In addition to the money they had also won a
fractional interest in a private Caribbean island. The only condition
was that they move there for a period of time to consider permanent
possession. It was not difficult to get the men to go along with this
life changing experience when they saw the $20,000,000 credited to their
bank accounts. (None of which they could spend, of course, until they
arrived on the island as agreed.) That is not to say that some were not
skeptical about their fantastic good luck--one even had his lawyer look
into the legitimacy of this contest--but Lady L. had left nothing chance.
The contest had been private and there was only a limited number of
things anyone could check, but with all that money in the joint account
belonging to themselves and their wives, the attempts to disprove their
good fortune were limited indeed. It was not long before all the men had
quit their jobs (some at the insistence of their wives) and said goodbye
to their old lives. The timing so that each would arrive at the island
within a few days of each other was the most difficult to arrange, but
in the end, Lady L. had also cleverly managed to slow down the most
anxious ones with legal issues and papers to sign and speed up the
hesitant ones with time limitations so that all couples were in place
and ready to participate within days of each other.

At last, all of the couples were assembled in a small meeting room of
the one hotel on the island. Each of the men thought that the other
couples were the other winners that would share their fractional
interest in island ownership. The women knew differently.

The one named Andrew had always had strong sexual urges and many sexual
fantasies. He was at a point in his marriage that he simply wanted to
satisfy these fantasies but knew his wife would not understand, much
less approve of them. So, in secret, he sought out the services of a
professional dominatrix. This actually worked well for him for a while
until he wanted still more than the domme was willing to provide.
Dissatisfied, but still insisting on having it his way, he made the
mistake of not paying his domme for services she had already rendered.
His domme repaid his ignorance of this aspect of her business in spades
by affirming to his wife what she was already beginning to suspect. When
she confronted him about his indiscretions he arrogantly brushed her
aside thinking that he could get away with anything. His substantial
income, coupled with the fact that his wife, therefore, did not need to
work, insulated him from reprisals by his wife, or so he thought.

Bradley had led a relatively normal life until after he got married. He
had always been somewhat submissive and his wife actually found that to
be 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 decline
so suddenly. She discovered, quite by accident, that he was seeing
someone. That someone happened to be another man! Her shock at the
discovery of his bisexuality, led her to begin her search for answers on
the internet. That search ultimately led her here.

Charlie had been cross-dressing since he was 15. He discovered his
attraction to wearing women's clothing when he saw his sister's panties
hanging on a clothes line to dry and could not resist the urge to try
them on. His immediate reaction, a rock-hard erection. He remained a
cross-dresser ever since. The problem was, he always did it in secret
and never even hinted to his wife, that he enjoyed it so much. His lack
of 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 pornography
and when she confronted him with her discovery, very embarrassed and
trying 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 a
perfect match for his somewhat shy wife. It was surprising that they had
met at all, given that both had reclusive personalities. But their
friends recognized this and set them up on a blind date. With more than
a little pressure from their friends, eventually they agreed to marry.
No one doubted that they belonged together until his wife found him
cross-dressing in secret. He had the physique that allowed him to pass
easily as a female when dressed as such. What surprised her is that he
did this on a regular basis without her knowledge. She found out only
when their neighbor let it slip that she had seen him in women's
clothes. His wife was mortified. The neighbors knew and she did not and
this ate at her core. His refusal to talk with her about it, coupled
with his insistence that he continue cross-dressing without her approval
set her on a course she was determined to pursue. That is how they ended
up at the W.I.T.C.H. institute.

Edward was the handsome, dynamic world beater that no one would have
guessed had a feminine side to his personality. In every way he
appeared normal but his deep dark secret, which was ultimately, perhaps
inevitably revealed to his wife was that he often wore lingerie under
his male clothing. Usually very outgoing by nature, he became very
sheepish and embarrassed when his wife found his hidden "stash" of
unmentionables in the garage. He had hoped his loving wife would have
been more understanding. She was not. She saw this fetish as a great
threat to her social standing should it ever leak out. She was
determined to nip it in the bud. A series of covert inquiries had led
her to the institute.

Frank and his wife were members of the local BDSM club. Both were into
alternate lifestyle fantasies until he went over the top and demanded
that his wife do things she was not comfortable with. He continued to
press her already liberal limitations until she finally said enough. She
decided to take him to a totally new level beyond even his dreams.

George was a happy-go-lucky sole, never married and with no current
girlfriend. He was somewhat overweight but this did not stop him from
pursuing his desire to get in touch with his feminine side. Having no
significant other made it easier and perhaps more necessary for him to
surround himself with feminine things. He enjoyed cross-dressing when
he could and made only half-hearted efforts to hide his somewhat unusual
pursuits, which he felt were perfectly natural. He was a member of
several femdom internet groups in which he had a picture of his femme
self proudly on display in his profile. His naturally trusting nature
eventually resulted in him believing a prank that one of his internet
"friends" decided to play on poor George. Purely at random some college
student somewhere had chosen George to be the guinea pig when he had
discovered purely by chance the phone number Lady L. had planted.
George's case was only different from the others in that he was set up
by someone whom he didn't even know. The result was the same. George
took the bait and arrived at the island with the others expecting
something 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 worlds
nicest beaches, most popular casinos and trendy hot spots. So enamored
with himself was Harry, that he felt one woman was not enough for him
and eventually he succumbed to his desires, and was immediately caught
by 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 wife
began to tire of the relationship. When she wanted to join a local wife
swapping club he acquiesced. His wife met another member she apparently
just could not live without. Irv was OK with this and even found it
erotic 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 their
relationship.


Larry is my name, or at least was my name. I had had a normal
relationship with my wife too, until we had grown apart as many couples
do over time. As the years went by our interest in each other grew less
and less until sex was nonexistent. By that time I had begun to revert
to an old habit I had begun many years ago. Whenever I had found myself
between girlfriends, I seemed to find comfort in cross dressing. It was
as though I was providing myself with my own female companionship. It
worked because there was no one around to keep me from satisfying myself
in this private, harmless way. That is, until I was married and began
doing it again in "private". I had been wearing a bra and panties from
my well hidden stash when my wife came home unexpectedly early one
evening. I though I had it covered when I quickly removed and hid my
feminine things dove into bed and pretended to be asleep before she
walked in. I didn't realize that the very snug bra had left
unmistakable impressions on my back. My wife noticed this, of course
and most unfortunately for me without my knowledge. She then was able
to set traps for me in the form of hidden video cameras. In short order
she literally had the "goods" on me without me knowing. For my wife
this was the last straw and set her on her vengeful ways. It did not
take her long to find the "Institute".

There were a few others and their stories are remarkably similar to the
stories of the readers of this tale.

When all of the participants were finally settled in their hotel rooms
we each received a note that their would be an introductory meeting that
evening in the hotels small conference room. Everyone was anxious to
attend. Especially the ladies.

It was Lady L. herself who got up at the podium in front of the room and
welcomed us all to the island, her island. The shocking news was broken
to all the men at once. After her initial welcome, she got right down to
business.

"You men think that all of your worries are over. Well, I'm afraid that
you have been intentionally misled about your stay here. You see, while
most of your needs will be taken care of while you're here, I'm afraid
that you will be trading in one thing during you're stay here. That
thing is your freedom. You see, all of you have been captured on video
doing 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 I
am talking about." The lights slowly dimmed and a screen lowered
silently from the ceiling. For a brief moment there was absolute
silence in the room. When the video began to play the men remained
silent. Among the ladies could be heard an occasional giggle, snicker or
an "Oooh" or "Ahhh".

One by one, the men's actions were displayed on the screen for all to
see. They were all clearly from the angles of hidden cameras but each
displayed some of the most humiliating scenes that the men could
remember. The insertion of a butt plug, the wet spot appearing on the
front of a pair of panties, the delight showing on one's face as he
slipped on a pair of pantyhose. A visit to a Dominatrix. It was all
there.

As their own peculiar behavior eventually appeared on the screen for all
to see, the look on each of the men's faces went from shock to utter
red-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 the
ladies had subsided several moments later.

"Well gentlemen, and I use the term very loosely, do you have anything
to say for yourselves?" Andrew mumble something unintelligible under his
breath but the room was otherwise silent. "Don't be afraid. The reason
we are here is to give you a chance to redeem yourselves in front of the
one who sent you here!" She glanced at George. "You will have one
chance to recover your dignity and again become worthy in the eyes of
your spouse. Otherwise these videos will make their way on to the
internet, into the places you used to work and into the mailboxes of
many of your relatives. In short, your life as you knew it would be
over."

"You see, we ladies have come to the realization that there are many men
out there who enjoy being feminine or have unusual fantasies. The
problem is that they also want regular relationships with women but
don'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 unquestioning
obedience! You must do what is required of you or you will fail and
suffer the consequences. But don't worry, it's not all bad news. You
will be permitted a transition phase in which you will be able to wear
clothing that more closely fits your temperament. Yes, women's clothes.
But before you get too excited, let me explain that you must agree to
this course of behavior modification, in writing, otherwise you're
screwed as previously mentioned."

Their minds racing, the men could each be seen mentally weighing their
choices. 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 Edward
spoke.

"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 that
you 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 rather
extravagant operation, our sincere hope that you will come to see that
we are doing this for your own good. We truly believe that once you
have been immersed in our programs for each of you, that you too will
come to appreciate your lifestyle choices. We know that you will be
happier and more content than you have ever been. This is as much for
your benefit as for that of your spouse...or significant other."

Cathy, a very attractive young lady appeared at the door of the
conference room with papers and pens. She passed them out to the men
while the ladies watched smiling. There were several pages of fine print
which several of the men began to read in earnest, fearing the worst.
Lacking much detail about specifics, nothing appeared unusual for a
contract except the phrase "Total Obedience." There was little else to
do 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 which
proved to be pretty convincing. The first information was on the Fem Dom
lifestyle and why it made sense and how it made life better for all
parties involved. It told why women were superior in the marriage and
why women should be in control providing many examples of marriages made
successful by Fem Dom rule. It explained why males were meant to serve
their female "owners" and why it was natural for that to happen. It also
explained some of the fears and concerns males would have and why they
were nothing to worry about. Males in these 'advanced lifestyle'
marriages would learn to accept that the only thing that truly brought
them happiness was serving and pleasing their wives.

As males, except for Harold, we had all expressed varying degrees of
femininity or acceptance of female dominance somewhere along the line in
our lives. And in varying degrees we all anticipated anxiously what was
going to happen to us next. But none of us was ready for what the
ladies had in store.

We then took a short break to eat lunch and each receive a pep talk from
our respective lady. This was to set the tone of our training which
would be all praise and rewards for obedience and both mental and
physical punishments for disobedience.

Upon restarting our meeting Cathy gave us another pamphlet which we were
given ample time to quietly read.

This information was on sissy training and how much more pleasure a male
would get from being dressed and trained to be a sissy. Most of the
emphasis was on sissy maid training and how such tremendous feelings of
worth and value would be felt by the well trained sissy maid. It posed
questions to ask ourselves about our own feelings of becoming such an
important part in the life of a woman.

A highlighted section noted in detail how much a woman needed powerful
sexual experiences and how few men could actually provide them. It
strongly supported cuckoldry as the best way for the woman to be happy
and satisfied and to improve her attitude. It even had testimonies from
cuckold husbands who said they found it to be true.

There was a great deal of information on how the greatest feeling a
sissy maid cuckold husband could have was serving his wife in front of
her lover and friends and seeing the expression of pride and joy on her
face. Husband after husband related how wonderful it made them feel to
perform in this manner. Toward the end it went on to explain about
serving and taking care of madam and her lover(s). It all seemed to be
hinting that our wives were intent on taking on lovers while we suffered
extreme embarrassment of some sort. The range of reactions from our
group were from an occasional gasp or muffled "WHAT? NO WAY!" to
squirming in a poorly hidden attempt to hide an erection. It had a
profound effect on my mind and feelings. I began to consider my wife's
needs, the wrongs I had committed and my place in our relationship.

"Wonderful! You have all agreed in writing to take steps to improve
yourselves." Lady L. stated enthusiastically. "In your cases this may
take quite a while. In order to measure your progress we have to have a
base line to start from. That means we are going to start each of you
out in feminine mode and make progress from there. We will soon see how
each of you handles it."

The ladies in the room were all wearing ear to ear grins. The men were
all deathly silent.

"Each of you will begin at an appropriate starting point for your own
level of feminization and you will progress toward the goal that your
spouse or significant other has established for you. I will warn you
that our expectations for you are high. If you do not immediately get
with and stay with the program you will be made to regret your
decision." Lady L's tone as the ultimate authority was unmistakable.

It seemed the ladies could barely contain themselves. The men remained
silent and wide-eyed as to what might be required of them. Only Andrew
remained expressionless and looked as though he was prepared to be
openly defiant.

"From now on you address any woman as 'Mistress' or 'Madam', whatever
their preference. You will be referred to in the feminine tense, as
'she' or 'her'. Each of your sponsors, that is your spouse or
significant other, has suggested a feminine name for you.
And since each of you has, in some form or another, expressed some
feminine behavior, this will be your new name. Any objections?"

Andrew spoke in an almost sarcastic tone. "What if we don't like the
name?"

Lady L. remained silent. She looked us over with an expression of utter
disdain.

"You will now pair up in two's. You will shower and then you will shave
every hair off of your body from your sideburns down. That is every
hair, neck, chest, back, armpits, forearms, pubic area, legs, toes, etc.
You will be paired in twos and each will inspect the other for any
flaws. If upon our inspection a single hair is found anywhere below your
sideburns you will both be punished severely. Since there are an odd
number, Andrew will be shaved by his sponsor. You have one hour."

Now in near panic mode the males looked around the room in confusion
while the ladies directed each pairing to the bathroom of one of the
hotels suites. I was paired with Charlie. The circumstances resulted
in us forming an immediate friendship. Both of us had a moderate level
of self-acceptance of our feminine sides and were more than willing to
go with the "program," given the unknown but certain consequences. We,
in fact, were the first ones done in showering and shaving, leaving us
enough time to carefully inspect each other to make sure not a hair was
missed. It was a most unusual experience, however, washing, lathering
and then shaving my entire body, and then having Charlie closely look me
over and I him. Oddly, or perhaps not, the sensation of slowly being
made totally hairless and then closely examined by another man resulted
in first Charlie, then myself, becoming sexually aroused. We each
laughed at the other's involuntary acceptance of this humiliation and
this ended up helping us bond together even further. For both of us,
our situation seemed very erotic in a way. Having no control and being
forced to do something so against our basic nature.

After the hour was up we all assembled again in the meeting room. The
males were all nude and very embarrassed. The ladies were all giggling
and whispering to each other.

Each of the males, including me, tried to ignore the new "look" each of
us was sporting, but could not help but notice that Andrew alone still
had his pubic hair.

Again, Lady L. took charge of the meeting. "Andrew, henceforth to be
known as Andrea, has been a little slower than the others in accepting
her fate. And as you will see, being unacceptably slow to fulfill our
wishes for you has consequences."

Andrew (now Andrea) displayed a worried look of defiance as a wooden
table with straps was wheeled into the room by his wife and one other
lady. Suddenly Andrea began to head for the door muttering "screw this"
as she tried to leave. Just as suddenly, two large black men who had
been standing silently close by, grabbed his arms and held him while one
of Lady L.'s assistants stuck a syringe in Andrea's arm and caused her
to fall limply to the floor almost immediately. When she awoke, she was
bound helplessly spread-eagle to the table. Finally, when she was fully
aware of what was going on, her wife placed two wooden matchsticks in
Andrea's pubic hair with the flammable end pointing upward. Her wife
then lit another match and held it to the tips of those nestled in
Andrea's bush. They ignited and slowly burned down until the crackle of
burning 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 more
quickly as individual hairs lit up and burned like filaments of a light
bulb. "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. Lady
L. then placed three more matches in the stubble that remained of
Andrea'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 a
razor from the bathroom she had used herself. She hurried obediently and
was back within seconds. At Lady L.'s instruction, each of us carefully
shaved a small patch of the remaining hair until Andrea was as smooth as
the rest of us. At this point, each of us was too afraid to not follow
Lady L.'s next command: "I want each of you to file by Andrea and tell
her how pretty her penis looks now." Reluctantly, each in turn did
exactly as told. Andrea, infuriated and clearly wanting to curse at all
of us, remained silent.

With that Lady L. snapped her fingers and the two black men placed a
cock-gag in Andrea's mouth, completely muffling any potential
objections.

"Let this be a lesson to each of you as to what will happen if you do
not willingly follow directions." Lady L. insisted. "This is just a
taste. 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 looks
on their faces.

That night, each of the males spent naked, confined in a locked dog cage
approximately 2' x 3' x 4'. We were thus given the incentive to keep
each other in line or suffer as a group for the indiscretions of any
member.

>>>

Early the next morning we were each released from our confinement with a
series of moans and groans because of our stiff joints. As we stood
naked as a group before the ladies, Lady L. presented each of us with a
plaque honoring our acceptance of much deserved punishment for
"CHEATING" on our wives. Each was customized to show our own particular
method of "cheating". Then Lady L. began to explain more about what was
going to happen to us.

"If you perform satisfactorily what is required of you today you will
avoid having to sleep in the kennel cage tonight. I think the
alternative sleeping arrangements will be much more to your liking."
In unison all of the males let out a sigh of relief. The cage was very
unpleasant.

"You will sleep in a comfortable bed. Since there is only a limited
number of beds you will double up with your assigned partner." We looked
at each other, somewhat perplexed. "Oh, and by the way, going forward
each of you will refer to your partner as your "boyfriend". You will
either refer to her by her feminine name or as "my boyfriend. Is that
understood?... IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?"

"Yes, Madam" was mumbled by all except Andrea, who earned another icy
stare from Lady L.

"Also, as you walk between buildings on campus with your boyfriend, you
will hold her hand at all times, again, no exceptions." After a short
pause, "UNDERSTOOD?"

"Yes Madam," a little louder this time.

"I know this may seem difficult for you now but it is an integral part
of your training on this campus. I call it a campus because this is
where you will be taught what you need to know. You have each expressed
your feminine side in some way and this is where that side of you will
be cultivated and nurtured. In essence you will receive feminization
training and learn to cast aside the undesirable characteristics of any
masculinity you may possess."

Each of the males mumbled her own unique but subdued response, still
somewhat in disbelief of what was happening.

"Each of you will pair up with your boyfriend and Monday through Friday
will 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 be
organized for each of you on an individual basis as needed. You will
have homework... QUIET!!" Grumblings were growing louder among the
males but Lady L.'s quick rebuke silenced us instantly. "You will have
homework and you will be tested on what you learn. Anyone receiving
failing grades will be punished accordingly. Classes start next Monday
and 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 loudly
enough to assure that Lady L. could hear, "This is bullshit!" At this
comment, Lady L. slowly turned back to face Andrea with another cold
stare. She then gave a slight nod to one of the black men standing
nearby who then quickly raised a dart gun and shot Andrea in her
buttock. "Aaahhh, owww. Dammit. F*** you!" Andrea only gave these
brief remarks before falling flat on her face, u*********s. The black
man with the dart gun as well as two others promptly grabbed Andrea and
carried her into one of the small dwellings near our meeting place.

This event left the other males in stunned silence, fearing the same
might happen to them if even the slightest objection were made. We were
then led back in our "boyfriend" pairs to our rooms to try to absorb all
that had just happened that morning.

It wasn't until several days later that Andrea was released from her
confines and allowed to rejoin the group. It was not difficult to see
that something was very different about her. She was walking slowly,
with head down. When she approached close enough to us we could see
what had happened. Her penis had been given what is called a Prince
Albert piercing, a large thick metal ring had been inserted through the
tip and it was locked to another ring through her perineum. This made
it impossible for her to achieve an erection. This was a shock to the
rest of us. We had been exposed to our first real example of how far
the ladies were willing to go.

Monday finally arrived and the males all were full of a combination of
fear and anticipation. Despite the fact that Charlie and I got along
well, I had difficulty accepting that I would have to walk hand in hand
with him, both wearing knee socks, matching plaid skirts and ruffled
blouses, across an open courtyard to a class that was to teach us how to
dance. When we arrived we were instructed to put on pink leotards and
tights, which, by some coincidence fit each of us perfectly. It was one
thing to dress in feminine things in private but quite another to be
humiliated in front of three women. It helped to have Charlie there as
it cut my embarrassment exactly in half.

We were also presented with another plaque honoring our acceptance and
desire for full time CROSS-DRESSING as a means of enhancing our
preferred feminine characteristics.

My realization of just how humiliating this was going to be hit home
when the first lesson, first through fifth positions began. Ballet! We
were going to learn ballet! Demi plies, first, second and third
arabesques, it was all so confusing, and embarrassing at first. But we
would be made to repeat the moves over and over again until we got it
right. When I mocked the pirouette during training, the penalty was an
ice cold shower after class, followed by a painful whipping with the a
cane. It was clear from the start, in every class that Charlie and I
attended that there would be no nonsense. We were there to learn and
learn we did. Obedience was indeed the rule. Deliberate errors were
met with severe punishment. I received a heart tattoo on my ankle for
one offense, a pink butterfly on my shoulder blade for another and a
rainbow tattoo just above my buttocks for a third. Errors during honest
attempts were met with encouraging remarks and additional repetitions.

At first to avoid punishments, and later to earn praise, Charlie and I
began to put forth our best efforts to learn ballet. As unnatural as it
seemed to us, our overwhelming desire eventually became to please the
ladies and avoid pain. Progress was rewarded. Lack of progress was
punished with increasing severity. It was a classical case of
conditioning.

Charlie and I eventually became modestly proficient at ballet positions
and moves. We could not perform lifts or joint moves with lady
ballerinas but they began to call us novice danseurs (male ballerinas).

Privately, the ladies were overjoyed if even somewhat surprised to see
the program was off to such a good start. Here it was, a group of
contrite males that were going to accept much deserved humiliation by
learning 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 mistress
held the key. We were told that this would assist us in our desire to
please the ladies by enhancing our submission. And given that we each
stayed locked up for one month before being released she was 100%
correct.

At the end of that month each of us received a plaque honoring our
acceptance 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 bad
dream. I was lying next to Charlie (now "Charlene") our backs turned to
each other. We were both wearing matching black nighties and despite the
fact that we had become friends, it was very embarrassing having to share
the same bed with him and have to refer to him as "she, her or my
boyfriend" from now on.

The next thing I noticed were my three plaques hanging over the bed. The
lettering 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 woman


The second:

CROSS DRESSING
For wearing women's clothing while pretending to be masculine


And finally:

CHASTITY
For transferring all rights to my sexual activity to my wife


I felt that they were foolish but did not dare try to take them down for
fear of the consequences. I glanced at the alarm clock and realized I
would have to hurry to dress for our Domestic Sciences class. I awakened
Charlene and we raced to dress in our matching plaid skirts and ruffled
blouses. We both misjudged how long it would take to dress and get to
class because we could not move very fast in our high heels while holding
hands. We were five minutes late to class and earned two extra weeks in
chastity as a result.

Domestic Sciences class began with each of us being given two types of
maid uniforms. One was a classic professional style in powder blue
complete with knee length skirt, apron, flat shoes and name badge,
engraved with our feminine names of course. The other was a short French
maid outfit in black, with garter, black stockings and 4" high heel pumps
which happened to fit each of us perfectly.

I tried not to show it but I was actually very pleased to be able to wear
such feminine things which seemed to be made especially for me. I
guessed the other regular cross dressers in the group must be happy too
as these were quality clothes. I reveled in this small pleasure even
though it was the reason I was here in the first place.

Immediately after receiving the maid's outfits we were informed that this
would be a learn-by-doing class. (Note: The instructors in these classes
were strangers to us but generally were very pretty and very
knowledgeable about their subject. Our wives often sat in on some of the
classes to watch our progress, and witness our humiliation at being
exposed as sissies in front of our instructors.)

In this class we would learn all of the responsibilities of maintaining
the island's hotel rooms, including making the beds, washing the laundry,
ironing, dusting, cleaning the bathrooms and all of the other mundane
tasks associated with a maid's work. After being shown just once exactly
how to fold and tuck the sheets on the bed, for example, we were then
expected to do them ourselves. And we did. Over and over and over again
until we got it right. It was mind-numbing work and caused the discontent
with our group's situation begin to grow....silently.

Despite the fact that there were few visitors to the island, a small boat
would appear occasionally and it's crew and guests would stay for a week
or so. Keeping the hotel rooms in perfect condition soon became our
responsibility. We would each work in teams a couple of days a week and
were closely supervised by our instructor. A good job was praised and a
bad job... well, you know the story.

Some of us, myself included, began to worry when we were told that the
French maid's uniforms would be worn when we served at a party. As fun
as it was to wear the outfit, it was terrifying to think that we would
have to display ourselves in front of strangers while wearing it. The
more people that knew of my fetish the less I liked it. We were even
taught how to curtsey. This was getting out of hand.