She was a complete stranger...

As for our summer session, it was a very special one, in the heat as usual. 

Beyond your appearance in the doorway, which almost made me cry out in surprise, the presence of a third person marked the session.

Not least because I knew in advance.

Particularly because this person was a stranger to me.

Particularly because I didn't know what his involvement would be.

This presence adds pressure upstream and uncertainty during the session.

It slightly alters the way you play, and I like to detect these subtle changes in your words and postures. A bit like your intonations change when you record a session.

Once I'm in Marthe's outfit, you forbid me to look into the next room and then blindfold me. Without glasses, in the half-light, I'm incapable of recognizing a person anyway. In fact, that was one of my fears: that it would be someone I was supposed to know and I wouldn't recognize them. Our blindfolded exchange of "Hello" didn't change a thing. One word wasn't enough to rule out the possibility that it was someone I knew.

The session unfolds with this stranger in the corner of my mind. The cross, the impact, the scratching, the pinching, the rolling, the tickling.

The cognitive saturation that leads me to let go and (almost) forget the presence of a witness.

At last! I turn around and can look at the stranger. But four meters away, the half-light and the absence of my glasses still don't allow me to conclude with certainty... too bad, it'll have to wait a little longer!

I then lie on my back according to your instructions and the belts gradually begin to tighten. What a sweet sensation, how I love this total loss of control. This time, I dared a little more to pull on the ties to test my powerlessness to free myself. Even the pain caused by my cage (I didn't understand what had happened until the very end) didn't stop me from enjoying this magical moment. More belts to make me feel totally immobilized and then the more unusual breathplay, trampling and your feet on my face to add to the feeling of total abandon I was in.

Then, as usual, it's back to earth. Gentle, cloudy, damp and tender. The discovery - at last! - of the voyeur's face and confirmation that she was indeed a stranger.