From Richard to Gemmaahh

My name is Gemmahh, well, it was Richard not too long ago. I was quite slender, not very muscular except for my long legs. I had swum all through school and college, so my legs were well-toned, my wife would even joke that I had better pins than she did. Yes, my wife, I was a happily married 20-something man.

I did however on occasion watch porn like most men, but I very quickly go into sissy-caption porn, which led me to a site called Black'd, which fascinated me. All those hot white girls getting served giant black cock, but I digress.

This is the story of how I became Gemmah & not just for my wife.

It started a few months back after a drunken sex session I had admitted I wanted to wear her panties, and after it seemingly turning her on that night by wearing some lovely black satin knickers, she had begun buying me knickers to wear in bed with her. Soon, we even started shopping and choosing some together, which would get me wet just browsing.

Increasingly, she would get me to wear lingerie around the house with her. It started with matching Brazilian panties and then thongs, and she also persuaded me to shave all over.

We got into a routine of shaving each other, ensuring we were both soft and smooth all the time.

While we were exercising, cleaning or pottering around the house we would wear lingerie and have these shakes she would make.

She even got me wearing matching bras covering my small but slightly raised bumps, and the bras did feel good on my nipples.

I had noticed the panties were fitting fuller around my butt, I just thought it must have been all the squats we were doing together.

Then one day she came home with a nightdress like hers, smooth, silky white, and figure-hugging saying she wanted us to wear them together at night and called me her secret girlfriend, even giving me the name Gemmah.

She promised she would only call me that in the bedroom, and I had to admit it was a turn-on. The nightdress against my smooth shaved skin felt great.

We'd started having less penetrative sex, but instead, I would give her oral sex most nights.

I would give her multiple orgasms, even learning to make her squirt occasionally.

While she would play with my nipples, which were becoming increasingly sensitive, she would hardly touch my small button cock.

Instead, she would tease the tip while playing with my nipples or fingering my hole, taking me to the brink, then stopping and starting over again until I begged to cum.

At which point, she would place her fingers covered in my pre-cum into my mouth.

I would return to play with her clit while she kept fingering my hole with her other hand until we would both cum together in an intense orgasm.

Recently, I had secretly started wearing some of my lingerie we'd bought to work under my jeans.

It felt so naughty knowing I had knickers on while working.

So, when we went on a long holiday to France, I made sure to bring the sexiest pieces we'd accumulated over the last few months.

I thought of all the fun we could have and that I could wear my Gemmahwear, as we would call it, all the time.

We had not long been in France in a lovely 5-star hotel just near Marseille when one morning I woke just after 9 to find a note on the side table from her.

It said she had gone on a drawing trip with the hotel, and she would be away all day but had arranged a surprise for me at the hotel spa later that day.

She had recently started getting me manicures because my nails were always sharp from biting, and I can imagine not very nice when I'm pleasuring her with them. So, I assumed this was something similar, so I wasn't too shocked by this so jumped in the shower, keeping to my schedule, shaved all over, moisturised, got dressed, and decided to wear some lovely bright pink Brazilian-style knickers with white and gold embroidered hearts. On the back, there was a little golden heart-shaped charm that looked like an ace of spades under my jeans.

I threw on a t-shirt and went for breakfast. After breakfast, I headed to the spa for my surprise appointment.

The girl at the spa reception was cute, quite tall although not as tall as me, with long brown hair.

She wore a tight white tunic that barely held in her very pert, perfectly shaped breasts. So much so, you could see the indent of her nipple ring through it.

"Bonjour," she said and asked my name. "Bonjour," I replied in a very bad French accent luckily, she spoke English so I asked, "There should be a booking for Richard," she replied in her soft French accent. "No, sorry," "Oh," I said, "maybe it's under Juliette, my wife's name.

But again, she replied no, sorry." Hmm, would she have? I thought. Try Gemmah, I replied nervously. "Ah Oui you are booked for the executive package with Claude, please take a seat."

"Would you like some champagne?" she asked. "Oui," I replied, and sat on a large leather sofa next to a couple of very rich-looking French ladies who looked at me with slight amusement and a hint of disdain. How could she use Amy as the name and not tell me?

I must have looked as red as a beetroot to the cute receptionist," Oh well I thought, "it's done now and took a large swig of champagne to help me calm my nerves.

I sat for a few minutes in which time the two rich-looking ladies went off to my right for their appointments. I sipped my champagne.

"Gemmah," a thick French accent called from my left. "Oui," I replied without so much of a thought. (That was easy, how did I reply so readily as the bedroom me)

Follow me, please to so I put my drink down jumped up and followed a tall, very blonde lady in a figure-hugging red skirt and matching tunic with at least six-inch shiny red high heels into a small room on the left.

There was just one manicure table and a couple of other doors opposite the door we entered by.

She introduced herself as Marie, a strikingly beautiful woman with perfectly tanned skin, full red lips, she seemed to have been plucked from Vogue or Cosmo, she sat me at the table and explained that she would be giving me a manicure, and her colleague would be doing my pedicure as per my wife Juliette's instructions.

I couldn't help but feel a bit awkward as she asked me my name "Rich" but before I could finish, she raised an eyebrow and I stopped, "Er, Gemmah." I sheepishly replied, "Yes she said nice to meet you Gemmah." A wave of excitement washed over me as she called me Gemmah. What the hell was happening to me?

Marie proceeded to file and manicure my nails, which had been getting better thanks to Juliette's treatments.

I sat slowly, sipping another glass of champagne and started to relax a little, this place was a bit more upmarket than my recent high street salons I thought.

Once she was happy, she started attaching perfect French manicure-tipped gels. "Voilà, so pretty," she said admiring my hands, which had always been quite dainty but now with the gels on they looked vert feminine

While she had been working on my nails, I had completely missed that her colleague, a tallish Asian woman in a tight white tunic, had taken off my AF1s and socks and given me a complete pedicure.

She had painted my toenails bright pink, almost the same colour as my knickers surely just a coincidence I wondered and had put on some fluffy white toeless slippers.

As she walked away, I couldn't help but notice how perfectly round and tight her butt was. It made me think that all the staff here were so pretty, sexy, and quite tall. It must be a prerequisite.

I sat there, a bit confused and slightly drunk from my third or fourth large glass of champagne, my head spinning. Why had Juliette got me gels, and my toenails painted, what was Juliette planning? A rush of excitement hit me.

Was she going to dress me completely as a woman, she'd teased me about it on occasion, and I'd act all coy as if it wasn't a big deal, but recently I'd fantasised about it increasingly often.

Before I could indulge in any further fantasies, Marie bought me back to reality Gemmahh my dear "Oui, madam," I replied (where did that come from?). "Madam, good girl," Marie said, which made me feel both shy and excited. I had made her proud.

"Follow me," she said. "Just one more treatment before we take you to meet Claude for the final works." More, I thought this just a manicure?

Anyway, I was intrigued so followed Marie into one of the doors I'd noticed earlier, where I saw a hairdresser's chair and mirror.

The Asian lady who had done my pedicure was there. "Sit down," she said. "Let's see what we can do with this hair." My hair wasn't very long, but not super short either.

It was about five or six inches long, dirty blonde, and a bit spiky. I had been trying to grow it as Juliette had wanted me to, but I hadn't gotten very far yet.

As I sat, she replaced my empty glass with another one. This time, it looked like a Kia Royal rather than just champagne.

She proceeded to brush and spray my hair with a tut and a huff. Then, I felt some tightness as she pulled what looked like a net over my hair.

"The easiest thing," she said in quite a frustrated voice, "is to cover." and with that, she finished fixing the net in place and placed a long blonde wig on top.

I looked in the mirror and saw a big mess of hair. I was nervous about what was happening and took a large gulp of my drink.

After a minute or so, I opened my eyes and looked at the mirror. Was that really me? Staring back at me was my face, but with a beautiful, perfectly shaped, and straight shoulder-length blonde haircut.

"Not bad, she said, even if it is a wig. Not bad at all." Now let's finish, she said, and with that, she started applying makeup on me, explaining what she was doing every step of the way as if teaching me.

Concealer, I think, then blush, then she started shaping my eyebrows. She was quite impressed at how long my eyelashes were whilst applying the mascara, which made me feel quite proud again.

She'd almost finished, but I'd noticed she'd not put any lipstick on. Just then, I felt a slight prick first in my lower lip, then my upper. Ouch what was that.

She smiled to reassure me and did some finishing touches. She then applied some lipstick on my now sensitive lips. "All done," she said. I looked up again at the mirror, slightly nervous but more excited with anticipation of what I would see.

I could hardly believe my eyes. That was not me. The girl in the mirror was gorgeous: well-defined cheeks, long eyelashes, flawless makeup, and big, plump pink lips that must have been filler she's jabbed me with that matched my toenails. It must have been filler she'd put in them. I struggled to speak, "a slow wow," dribbled out mouth in quite a high pitch croaky voice.

At this point, Marie returned. "Ah Oui," she said. "Krystal, you have outdone yourself, self. Gemmah looks so sexy, and cute, Claude will not need to do much more, but we do need to lose this sloppy T-shirt and jeans.

They do not suit this young lady at all." Young lady, gulp, I thought, and this time a huge sense of excitement and pride coursed through me I was really starting to enjoy this.

Marie cut away my T-shirt and threw it to the ground. She undid my belt, and my jeans dropped to the floor, revealing my panty-clad body to someone else other than my wife for the first time I was frozen.

Marie just smiled and handed me a soft white robe, which I hurriedly wrapped around me. She then handed me another drink, which seemed a bit stronger and made me feel a bit light-headed and gave me tingling sensations in my butt and breast area, I was so confused but exhilarated at the same time I took another sip, and Marie ushered me to a third door I hadn't noticed.

It was slightly bigger and more ornate than the others. "Au revoir Mon chéri," she said, laying a gentle light kiss on my cheek as I disappear through the door.

As it closed behind me, and I found myself in a larger room. It was gently lit, with a massage table in the centre, a strange-looking chair to the right with an odd-looking stool next to it, and on the wall was a range of what looked like glass butt plugs with jewels at the tip.

There were six of them, starting with a small one like the size of the rubber one Juliette had recently got me but getting much bigger, the biggest looked quite scary.

Below some of them were names: the second biggest, Sophie; the third, Marie and Juliette, hmm, and the small one, Krystal. I wondered how someone could fit that big one in.

Just then, I heard a door open. As I turned, I saw who I could only imagine was Claude. He was at least 6ft 6/7 tall, an extremely muscular black man.

He was topless and had no fat anywhere, even his muscles seemed to have muscles.

He wore a pair of quite tight white linen trousers that hugged his muscular thighs, and from what I could see, quite a substantive manhood.

Hello Gemmah, he said in a deep, rasping French accent. "You do look pretty, my boys have done a wonderful job, boys I thought I've seen no boys. I seemed to go all shy when replying. "Bon jour, Claude," I said in a soft, whimpering voice. "Come here to me, and take that robe off," he said with authority.

Obeying immediately, I placed my drink down and walked over to him, dropping my robe on the way. "Good," he said, smiling. "Juliette has started my work for me," he smirked, looking at my shaved body and my small manhood hiding behind my pink knickers.

"Lie on the bed face down," he commanded and without hesitation O obeyed, I felt liquid on my back, it smelt like some kind of essential oil, but not one I had smelt before.

It engulfed my senses and made my whole-body tingle. Then, I felt his large, strong hands on my back, rubbing the oil in up and down.

My body felt so supple in his enormous hands, he continued for a minute or two, then tapped me and gestured for me to turn onto my back. As I did, we could both clearly see I was aroused by his touch.

My small manhood had grown in my knickers, and there was a small wet patch at the front. I felt so ashamed that I sunk my head and dropped my eyes. "No need to be shy, beautiful," he said. "It's only natural." Beautiful this man had called me beautiful. My heart skipped a beat, and I smiled up adoringly at him.

He poured more of the oil onto my chest and started to rub it in. As he did, he brushed my nipple. "HHMMM," I let out. They had been sensitive before with Juliette, but this was much more.

My whole breast area felt alive. "Like that, do we?" he said with a laugh.

All I could do was nod. With that, he grabbed each nipple and cupped the whole of each breast firmly, starting to massage them. I was in ecstasy.

Each rub felt more sensitive, and it felt like he had more to hold onto.

They seemed to have gotten bigger in his hands.

All I could do was sigh and let out high-pitched UMMS and AHHS. I was melting to his every touch. I didn't want it to end.

After what felt like an eternity, he moved down towards my panty-clad erect, covered in pre-cum, small penis.

He was about to take my panties off when he noticed his waist was by my face, and I was staring at his un-erect but still large manhood under his trousers. "Like what you see," he said again. All I could do was nod. Then take a closer look he said.

With that invitation, I reached up nervously and undid the string of his pants.

They fell to the floor, revealing a massive penis, at least 7 inches by 2 inches wide, soft and black completely hair free. It was the first time I had ever seen another man's penis, and it was incredible reminding me of the massive dongs I'd seen in those porn vids on Black'd. I'd always thought I was admiring the women in those for their beauty and ability to take such big cocks, but I knew now it was the dongs I'd been admiring and getting off to.

It hung there between two massive, hairless black balls.

I tentatively placed my hand around it, and it was still almost two big. I couldn't imagine how big it would be erect. I looked up and into his eyes, as if to ask permission.

Claude winked that was all the encouragement I needed. I placed my pouty, pink lipstick-covered lips around the tip and started to lick.

I could taste a sweet yet musty taste as I licked the slit. Suddenly, I felt a hand on the back of my head, pushing me down. As my mouth opened taking the first two or three inches into my mouth.

His hand held me there as he slowly moved his beast back and forth, slowly pushing more inside me. I could feel it getting harder and wider. I thought to myself, "I'm not going to get this all in."

He must have sensed my anxiety as he took his hand off my head and pulled back.

His cock popped out my pink lips, and there he stood, fully erect in front of me. He must have been at least 12 inches of fully erect big black manhood.

This time, I tried to remember the vid I had watched on that site.

Small white sissy boys and hot white girls taking in massive black cocks.

I reached over, put both hands around it, and started licking and kissing the tip. I tasted the now hypnotic pre-cum again that made my little clitty leak even more.

I licked up and down the shaft and then cupped his ball in my hands.

As he pushed forward, I moved my hand and started to lick each ball in turn, trying to get each one in my mouth at a time. I reached one hand around him, grabbing his torturous muscular buttock. I leaned down and licked below his balls to the crack of his arse, as I had seen in the videos how black guys liked that, it must have been true, as I felt his cock twitch by my head.

I pulled him closer and tried to get my tongue in as far as it could. He grunted and moved his body down, making it easier for me to get my tongue to push into the hole.

I pushed in and out a few times before he moved back up and away, positioning his cock back in front of my mouth.

This time I was determined I would try to get as much in as possible.

But I didn't need to think this myself as both his massive hands gripped the back of my head and held it there as he pushed the tip in. Then, he started to fuck my mouth with each thrust.

More would go in. I felt my mouth widen to accommodate.

Then, I felt him hit the back of my throat. My gag reflex began to kick in, but I concentrated to try not to cough and kept going.

My eyes began to water. Then, suddenly, I felt it slip all the way down my throat. I could feel his waist and balls squash against my face. Then, he released pulled back then squashed all the way in again.

I did it. I had taken all 12 inches of his shaft in my mouth.

I felt proud while still gagging slightly.

He kept moving in and out a few minutes sometimes hard sometimes slow before pulling out completely. I felt so empty. Bon, he said I had my still watering eyes closed as I sat there, proud but slightly sad it had stopped, I wiped my tears, and I opened my eyes to see he had gone. Did I do something wrong was I not good enough I sobbed? Where had he gone, I was distraught I'd failed just when I thought I was doing well.

A moment later, the young receptionist came in and walked up to me. This time, I noticed her name badge just above her slightly aroused pierced nipple. "Sophie," she said. "Hmm, wasn't Sophie one of the names under the second biggest butt plug on the wall."

I refocused as she began cleaning me up and redoing my makeup. She removed my pre-cum-soaked knickers, and I felt her cup my shrinking balls and penis. Then, I heard a click. I looked down and saw a small pink plastic chastity cage surrounding my penis.

She then gave me a big wet kiss before reapplying my lipstick. "You're doing so well," she said. "We're all so proud of you. It'll be great to have another one. And with that, she handed me another large glass of champagne and left.

I leaned on the table. My butt does feel a lot more sensitive, I thought while drinking. What did she mean have another one? And was that butt plug really hers?

So much to think about, but all I could focus on was where was Claude? Where was the massive cock and why had it gone before I'd managed to pleasure him more.

I wouldn't have to wait long as the big door opened again, and he came back in, still naked. My heart fluttered, but this time, he was not alone.

Behind him, holding his hand, was Juliette. My Juliette. She was wearing black stilettos, black stockings, and suspenders.

A beautiful black plunge bra showed off her ample 38DD breasts, matching her bra was a pair of black crotchless knickers, and attached to them was a sort of midriff covering of a big black silk ace of spades coming in at the bottom, as to show off her waist.

"What the," I murmured but also wow, she looked great.

But I also felt a hint of jealousy and not that Claude was with her, but that she was with him. What the hell was happening to me?

Hi sweetie, she said as she walked towards me, "My Gemmahs been a good girl today.

I've watched every second of your transformation so far, and it's been such a turn-on." She paused, "Click." She stopped, apologising, "Sorry, master." Claude had clicked his fingers, and she reacted like a robot.

"There's just one more step you need to make," she said sternly. She took my hand and led me to the strange-looking chair in the corner. She went and sat in it, which was quite

high with a leather back and what looked like stirrups.

She placed her legs one each side, and in the middle was a sort of stool, a small, what looked like a pummel horse-shaped thing. "Come here," she said, "kneel on the stool and lean over the bridge toward me."

I did as she asked. As I knelt, I tried to lean towards her.

I had to keep stretching until my waist was on the bridge, sticking my butt high in the air. "A bit closer," she said. "That's it."

I was face to face with her, in what I now could see were crotchless knickers. My arms were down either side of me, and my butt was high in the air for all to see.

Now she said I've been watching almost all day.

You've had almost all the fun time, so it's your turn to return the favour. She pushed my head down on her, oh and Claude had left a couple of treats for you in there from earlier. Make sure you drink it all up.

She pulled my crutch-less knickers along with her labia open, and I dropped my face in, licking what I could taste of her but also the salty musky taste of Claude's cock, but this time it was sticky. The combination with Juliette's juices was amazing. I could hardly contain myself. I must have seemed like I hadn't eaten before.

Behind me, I heard a laugh, and then I felt Claude's hands on my buttocks. Slowly, he massaged and squeezed them. It felt sensational.

They were certainly more sensitive and seemed bigger as he could get a whole cheek in each hand.

My butt has always been small, even with Juliette making me do squats and giving me shakes that have a similar aroma to the champagne.

I kept licking her pussy, moving my tongue in and out, getting more if his sticky cum as I did, and swallowing every drop down when I felt a warm wet sensation between my buttocks,

I paused my meal and looked round to see Claude I licking and probing, looking for a way in.

I tried pushing back slightly to help as I returned to my pussy eating duties, and I was greeted with a grunt. It must have been Claude.

He was tonging my butt hole. It felt SOOO good.

He pushed in and out, spitting on it occasionally. Then I felt a finger probing. I'd managed three of Juliette's fingers before, but that was the most and they were more that the list rubber butt plug. One of Claudes fingers felt like two of hers. The probing finger entered all the way. "OOHHH," came out of my mouth between licks, in and out it went. Then I stretched as a second finger joined it in and out fast, then slow, then almost completely out, then deep in when a third joint them and I was gone, I must have lost concentration as Juliette pushed the back of my head to remind me of my job.

His fingers started fucking my hole harder. One of them was almost reaching my prostrate, as he increased his speed I in turn increased my licking and tonging of her. I heard her moan along with my moans. We sounded so similar.

Suddenly, the fingers pulled out with a pop as the airtight grip they'd made was released once again.

I felt empty, but not for long. I heard a spit and then Claude rubbing my hole. I felt something bigger than a finger, wet & HOT pushing and meeting little resistance as the head of his mighty member popped in.

"AAAHHHH FFUUCCKK," I exhaled so loud that even Juliette paused and watched as my whole body seemed twitch and shake. "AAHHH YEAAAH FFUUUCCKKK," I let out again as he went in deeper.

The head had already hit my prostrate, and there seemed like a lot more to come.

I tried to move my legs further apart to make my butt stretch some more, but I couldn't move. No matter, as it seemed to stretch naturally as Claude pushed harder and deeper.

I had completely stopped pleasing Juliette and focused all my attention on what was happening to me.

"Deeper, deeper, oh it's SOOO big," I let out. Juliette chuckled, "It's only halfway in, baby." URG, Claude murmured as he pushed in further.

I was spinning, was I going to black out? Hopefully not, as this was the best feeling I had ever had. URG again, and deeper it went in.

He felt all the way up into my gut, Then, I felt his balls hit the back of my legs. He must be all the way in then.

He pulled back almost completely out, "NOOOOO," I screamed. SSH, he replied before pounding back in.

His balls slapped by my inner thighs. Was this what they meant by balls deep? Again, almost out and then thrust in again and harder the out again and in again harder very time. I could hear them slapping against by butt. "FFUUUCCCKK, YES YES YES," I let out in a cry of pleasure.

My body shook with every thrust. Suddenly, Juliette grabbed my nipples as Claude thrust faster. "OOHH," I screamed, and my cage filled with cum as he kept fucking me, I had exploded with an enormous orgasm without the slightest touch of my little boi clit.

I was his, a ragdoll for him to do as he wanted with. "YESSSSS, master," I screamed. "YES YES fuck me, make me yours."

His thrusts got faster and harder as he grabbed my hips, pulling me back as he thrust in.

Then, I felt him tense up, pull me hard into him, move back, and then thrust harder than before.

I felt a warm rush inside me as he held me in place, and gush after gush filled me.

If I had to stand, I wouldn't have been able to. My legs were shaking, and my arms dangling down.

A few more gushes, and then he pulled out. Compared to the earlier feeling in my mouth, now I really did feel empty.

I could feel his seed dripping down my legs. My head had fallen onto Juliette's inner thigh, but she was getting up.

I looked up to see his monster that was just inside me, staring at me still erect and covered in cum. "Finish up, Gem's' she said while I grab a plug. I started licking and up and down his shaft, cleaning all the cum away with a heady scent of me.

When I felt a cold sensation press against my still gaping hole and nuzzle its way in deeper and deeper, almost as deep as Claude had been just moments ago my ass seemed to know exactly what to do and gripped it, sealing what I could only assume was one of the butt plugs from the wall in place, I continued cleaning Claude's shaft, ensuring I didn't miss a drop.

I sucked each now slightly smaller ball in turn getting every single morsal of his orgasmic seed.

"Good girl," he said as turned took Juliette by the hand and left the room. I lay there for a few minutes, trying to take in what had just happened. Then, I attempted to stand.

I walked shakily and awkwardly, making sure to hold the plug-in place.

I gingerly made it to the wall with the plugs on, expecting to see one of the small ones missing. But to my astonishment, the missing plug was the biggest - the only one that had no name underneath.

Was I the first to have been able to take that one? A warm sense of pride ran through my spent body.

Just then, Marie came in the door. "Bonsoir, Gemmahh. Looks like you've had a good day," she said looking up at the wall and back at my spent body "Um, a very good day," I replied in a whisper. Time to get you cleaned up and dressed for Master Claude and Mistress Juliette. You have a fun night ahead... TBC