In Martha's body

I've always fantasized about being able to switch from one sex to the other. 

According to my mood. According to my mood. Voluntarily or against my will. 

That evening, You made me fall into Martha's body. I was lodged in a body that wasn't mine. 

I remember that staring point in the room and then my vision blurring. 

I remember not being able to move my legs or arms. Of the dildo in my mouth and the gagging. Of that pleasure spot on my thigh. Vibrations, highs, lows, hot and cold. 

I remember your breath, your caresses, your whispers and your perfume. The smells in the room too. Music, lots of it. 

I also remember that very special, unusual orgasm. And how I wanted to cry when you said it was time to let Marthe go. 

You added that she might come back. 

So, I'm fine.