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W.I.T.C.H. PART IV
Manhood had slipped far away. Over the last two years in which I had
experienced only feminine things I had forgotten who was on which
professional sports team and even the names of some of the teams. Such a
lack of knowledge would have been more embarrassing if I had anyone to
carry on a masculine conversation with but I did not. The occasional
visits by men to the island did not help me relate to the outside world
as they never talked "guy" stuff with us sissies. We were left to chat
amongst ourselves about the latest fashions, fabrics, and famous
females.
Could I ever be a man again? I tried to put this question out of my
mind as it wouldn't matter under the current circumstances. And it
didn't look like the current circumstances were going to change. All of
us sissies were kept in chastity for long periods and the only release
we were allowed was with men visiting the island or with each other.
Before I had arrived on the island being forced into this type of
behavior would have seemed impossible but sex is a powerful motivator
and the ladies knew it. They had provided the physical and mental
punishment and scaled it up as high as necessary to get each of us to do
what they desired. Eventually, each of us succumbed to their superior
power and accepted a gay lifestyle. What had seemed so unnatural at
first now seemed erotic. Ahh the power of an "education" at the
W.I.T.C.H. Institute.
Over the next two months a few men visited the island. There were never
enough 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 to
choose between us. Daniela was chosen most frequently, every time in
fact. We all knew that she was the most attractive and passed as being a
real female quite easily. I was afraid to admit it to myself but this
was making me jealous of her. I was often left to my maid duties while
Daniela was being wined and dined by one of the male visitors. It was
particularly frustrating to have to make the bed that she and her male
friend would soon sleep in or had just slept in. But I did it just the
same 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 at
the island and I was chosen by the one named John. After all, the
competition was tough. Each of us sissies greeted them in the usual
way, by running down to the beach in our bikinis and begging to be
chosen as their consort for the week.
I was hoping that John chose me because he liked the way I looked. By
dieting I had lost even more weight and had gotten a nearly perfect tan
by making sure that the strings to my bikini were in exactly the same
place each of the times I was allowed to lie on the beach in the sun. I
had been paying much more attention to such things recently because my
wife encouraged it and these were important to a "gurl" trying to
attract men. After all, this was the only way any of us would be
granted a sexual release.
I felt rewarded for all my hard work that night when I saw John naked
for the first time. When erect, his cock was a full 10" long! It was as
long as any of the hundreds of cocks I had seen in photographs during my
classes. I could finally understand why women were so attracted to such
a 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 on
that score. A cock had become my main source of physical pleasure and I
had learned to appreciate the opportunity to please them with my lips
and 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 my
mouth, 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 dramatic
difference in our status was crystal clear, and seemed so right. This
wonderful specimen of manhood also reinforced my acceptance of what the
ladies 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 and
I am what I am.
I later learned that John was not only talented in the bedroom, but had
made a considerable sum developing a popular app for smart phones. It
made me doubly proud that he had chosen ME to be submissive to him. He
had 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 a
considerable amount to visit this island because you needed a boat or
plane to get there, to say nothing of the fee that Lady L. must be
charging for the accommodations and the services of us sissies.
Naturally, we never saw a penny of those fees and there was no place to
spend them if we did.
My week with John seemed to fly by and my only regret was that he did
not want to kiss me. I had learned that not wanting to kiss a feminine
male is just a peculiarity that some men have.
That wonderful week was followed by a less auspicious one. My wife Laura
had decided to make a change.
"Lynn, I was so happy that you really got to hit if off with John. It
makes me feel so good that you have found yourself, that you now know
who you really are. There is no shame in being a complete sissy. It's
wonderful that you are able to make love to only men now and that you
accept 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 had
divorce papers drawn up so that we can each follow our own destinies.
Our paths have always been separate ones, you an effeminate submissive
sissy 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 said
so. 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 move
on. Look at you in you're pretty little skirt and blouse. This is your
future. But there is no room for that in my future. I am going to want
REAL men. In fact, Marc and Darius are going back to the States with
me."
I knew, even if I never admitted it to myself, that she had fallen in
love with one or both of these other men, but, despite this, I could
still never envision her leaving me. "B-b-but Laura, I thought you still
loved me," I said, starting to cry.
"Oh, but I do! That's exactly why I am doing this. I hope you appreciate
ALL I have done for you... letting you wear women's clothes, encouraging
you to become more and more feminine, helping you become gay, just like
you wanted!"
Did I want that? Or was it forced on me? I could not deny that I now
enjoyed having sex with other men and that I loved women's clothes. I
couldn't seem to find a hole in her argument. "But I don't want you to
leave!" was all I could think to say.
"Lynn, dear Lynn, you'll always have the memories of me and I will leave
you with pictures of me and I will keep pictures of you, recent
pictures." She stifled a laugh. "Don't you want me to be happy? As happy
as I've made you?"
Thinking as quickly as I could, "Of course, but I won't be happy without
you!"
"Now Lynn, you must be realistic. I would only be in the way of you and
your lovers. You have a wonderful job here and what about your many
friends, 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 the
mind of a dominant woman? Nothing I could think of.
"Here Lynn, sign this, here and here" she said as she pointed to the
divorce decree.
I tried to hold back a flood of tears unsuccessfully. "B-b-but what
about our house back home? The one we bought together?" As though
anything back home would do me any good now.
"I'll keep the house and whatever else we owned. You won't be needing
anything you don't already have here. So it only makes sense that I have
it. In fact I think I'll put a big picture of you as you are now over
the fireplace. It will help me remember you as the sweet generous little
sissy 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 knew
you'd never need them again and they won't fit Marc or Darius, you're
smaller than they are." Again she stifled a chuckle. "Now sign unless
you want to go discuss this further with Lady L.".
I could not refute anything she had said. I could not go back to my old
life and I was not about to lose all of the goodwill I had built up with
Lady L. over an argument I could not win. With tears flowing freely, I
signed.
One week later, at the 'urging' of Lady L., I reluctantly said my
farewells to Laura, Marc and Darius as they left on the nicest boat
still at the dock. "Goodbye, Mistress Laura, I love you and thank you
for everything you have done for me." I had to say this even though I
knew that this could be my final admission that I would never leave this
island.
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 no
way I could ever go back to living anywhere but here with anyone but
those that already lived here or came to the island. I loved Laura and
hated her at the same time for leaving me.
In the end several of the wives, including Daniela's wife, chose to take
their '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 tiny
island as the 'Queen' and her 'Princesses'. There certainly would be
very little sex on that island but no one, including those three
inhabitants would probably care. The best I could hope for was to avoid
joining them as Andrea's third 'Princess".
Only Charlene, Lisa, Gail and I, Lynn of the original group would remain
on the island.
It was amazing what the training and conditioning of W.I.T.C.H. had
done. Was this what any of us sissies either wanted or deserved? Were
we proud of what we had become? Were our wives right? Were we any
happier? It didn't matter for this is the way it was and the way it
would be from now on. You could either choose to be miserable with
yourself or accept who you were and make the best of it. Ultimately I
was never told that I had been on hormone replacement therapy from much
earlier on but when I looked in the mirror and began to notice the
changes in my body, I could only smile.
As roughly as my ex-wife had treated me I still love her and am happy
for her. She had left me behind but I somehow knew that it was the
right thing to do. She lived with both of her own boyfriends now and
she did indeed end up putting a very large picture of me in my
bridesmaids dress over the fireplace. It was actually quite flattering
in displaying my femininity and would prove to be a real conversation
piece with our friends back home. Lady L. continued to send her
progress reports on my new appearance.
With the arrival of yet a third group of submissive males it was clear
that this was truly going to be a growth business. My fellow
'boyfriends' and myself had been promoted to instructors to help
accommodate this new class of trainees.
There was also a rumor that Steve and John would both be returning to
the island at the same time soon. Ummmm... I couldn't wait!
The End.... No, really!
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