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Oh Baby!
Does it matter?
:p
 
LittleSiss said:
Oh Baby!
Does it matter?
:p
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Sylvia
Yes Mickey
How do you call you're loverboy
Come here loverboy
And if he doesn't answer
Oh loverboy
And if he still doesn't answer
I simply say
Baby, oh baby, my sweet baby, you're the one
Baby, oh baby, my sweet baby, you're the one
 
Barbaria1 said:
Sylvia
Yes Mickey
How do you call you're loverboy
Come here loverboy
And if he doesn't answer
Oh loverboy
And if he still doesn't answer
I simply say
Baby, oh baby, my sweet baby, you're the one
Baby, oh baby, my sweet baby, you're the one
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Nut!
 
roxie said:
All these images are intense, and each of us responds in his/her own way. The most intense point for me is when I leave my feet for the last time by either willingly lying down on the cross and spreading my naked body over it, or being dragged down and pulled across it by my executioners. It is the point of no return. I will never rise up on my own feet again, but only as one nailed to her cross. In the first image above I even finish my own undressing -- stripping myself down to naked flesh. For a suffering fantasy junkie such as I am, this image really makes my heart pound, my body ache to be brought down to a cross and crucified.... oh my...so crux horny right now!!!!!:eek::eek::eek::eek::D:D:D:D:D

Oh...and this glorious image:

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My cross has just been raised, the upright steadies as it is secured in its hole. My body reacts to the suspension...I tense all my muscles...throw my head back and scream in horrible agonies!!! Aaaaaargh!!!!! What an incredible sensation that must be...nailed to the wood.:D
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Roxie, I think you have "nailed" it there :)

Yes, there is something special in the woman stripping herself, she removes her clothes while aware of the surrounding crowd, the people who eagerly await her exposure, her agony and humiliation.

And lying down, her limbs spread, she gives herself, the nails penetrate, she is fixed to the cross, never to know free movement, never to leave this place, married to the wood that bears her up - up she goes, and gravity bites, her body tenses, the limbs scream as her weight is born by tender flesh and iron nails. Every curve, every muscle is now accentuated, enhanced, her body displayed as never before.
She is beautiful.
She is fulfilled.
 
Eulalia said:
nice thought xso - but montycasino has got more of my looks,
and my dress-code for a scourging party!

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This picture is how I imagine a Roman scourging using a short post, rather than the bent over position you see so often. The victim is more exposed and not as likely to fall to the ground.

After I was sentenced to a scourging they would bring me out to the public square, strip me naked, force me to my knees and the tie me to the whipping post. After a few hours wait the commander would order the lictors to begin. One would whip across my back from one side and the other from the opposite side and the whips would wrap around my body reaching my front. But that wasn't enough for them. After 40 lashes they turned me around kneeling and facing forward. Then the lictors would begin lashing my chest working their way down to my sensitive private parts, everyone watching certainly enjoyed. Finally I would be forced to walk naked through the city to the crucifixion site.

I would be nailed to the cross and lifted up. The my feet would be raised and nailed flat against the sides of the cross, spreading my legs wide for everyone to see. The young princess and her friends were there to see me suffer. After awhile when I quit moving the princess gave one of them some coins and he heated the tip of his spear in the fire. He then approached me and began to burn the insides of my legs and other sensitive parts of my naked body. I screamed and began twisting on the cross to try to avoid the burning spear point.

As night approached the crowd began to leave. I became extremely cold and had lost a lot of blood from the scourging. By morning I was dead.
 
Pierre771 said:
I love this picture !
(Couldn't she shave her sex or go to the esthetician's before flagellation and crucifixion ?!)
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I think scourging is the Roman way of giving me a beauty treatment :devil:

shaving - or maybe plucking and/or burning off - my sex hair
is of course in the hands :)devil:) of my captors -
I suppose it would make me (even) more vulnerable down there -
perhaps it will be another stage in my degradation?

JimOregon said:
This picture is how I imagine a Roman scourging using a short post, rather than the bent over position you see so often. The victim is more exposed and not as likely to fall to the ground.
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Yes, I like the way I'm able to twist and dance around,
yet I'm only exposing more nubile parts for them to tear -
when I fall to my knees, legs splayed like that,
no bit of me is safe!

Barbaria1 said:
And not one, but two lictors to scourge you ;)
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I think the picture is from the viewpoint of the third lictor,
see how I'm glancing around in terror, which one's going to lash next?
I'm surrounded by them!​



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