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Crucifixion And You: How Did The Idea Start?
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dfg42
Consul
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Spectator
Role Playing.
Lucas Soranus
Governor
1. I was pretty young tbh. Like possibly as young as 7
2. About 16 (which I know is a tad late), and very quicky crux became involved
3. I haven't been yet, and I might never due to my bad shoulder
dfg42
Consul
So we need a big cornu fpr you to relieve the weight problem....
dfg42
Consul
So you should go into details, how and why where you crucified... well not deadly I guess and not in a passion play.....
Crucified Life
Governor
1. About 7 or 8. After seeing the movie photos in the Jesus of Nazareth movie book I literally prayed begging to be transferred (like Quantum Leap) onto the cross in the place of Jesus, with all his wounds and whip marks, for as long as would be allowed, but even just for five minutes.
2. 13. No, it wasn't about crucifixion, (although I loved it, especially female crucifixion), it was about bondage rape scenarios by sadistic and seductive female cougar-like predators. When I tell her I want to be there, and be whipped and tortured hard, and beg her not to untie me, they accept the challenge, run a hand down my helpless arm, telling me I don't have to worry about getting untied anytime soon...and promise to test out just how much I can take.
3. I tried some suspension style self crux, can't remember the age, maybe late teens and early twenties. But it wasn't proper self-crux.
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dfg42
Consul
Hm, then you tell us when you experience it....
desnudo
Condemned
Mikerytel
Senator
Ok.
How did you discover your crucifixion fetish?
This is a question I've always asked myself. I was surprised to discover that many people besides myself have this fetish about being crucified, and I'm very happy to be able to talk freely about it here. Although I can't say exactly how I discovered this fetish in myself, I've always had two very small ones. Both the fantasy of appreciating crucified women and the fantasy of crucifying myself. I always wanted to do a self crucifixion but never had the chance. Or it would also be great, having someone to crucify me and leave me hanging on the cross, that would be enough for me to have the most intense orgasms while hanging. Sometimes I lie down and put myself in a crucified position and enjoy the emotion.Essa é uma pergunta que sempre me fiz. Fiquei surpreso ao descobrir que muitas pessoas além de mim possuem esse fetiche em ser crucificado e estou muito feliz por poder falar livremente sobre isso aqui. Embora eu não saiba dizer exatamente como descobrir esse fetiche em mim, sempre tive duas de muito pequeno. Tanto a fantasia de apreciar mulheres cruxificadas quanto a de me cruxificar. Sempre quis fazer uma auto cruxificação mas nunca tive oportunidade. Ou também seria ótimo, ter uma pessoa para me cruxificar e me deixar pendurado na cruz, já seria o suficiente para que eu tivesse os mais intensos orgasmos enquanto pendurado. As vezes eu me deitava e me colocava em posição de cruxificado e apreciava a emoção.
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RopeSavageCrux
Executioner
I have always had a kinky side. And bdsm crucifixion stuff. Mainly I guess was Spartacus TV Starz that really kick off that fantasy and well my love if history and love rome military history!
And well here the fantasy..
After the battle that saw the enemy capture me. They soon would realize who they had captured and they would have two of the guards pull me out. And force me down on my knee. As they has they had fun stirping me down to the loincloth and they pulled my wrists behind my back and they tied my wrists together tight. And so they grabbed my arms and forced me along. As I would try and look to see where they were forcing me. One of them would roughly force my head back down. Soon they would have forced me back to the fort that was built before their invasion. Soon they threw me down on my knees before their leader. “Well what do we have here” He laughed down at me. One of the guards grabbed my long hair and pulled my head back hard as he held me down on my knees. “AHAH” I would yell as he did. And the leader looked down and smiled. “So you have a Savage. Their young leader.” He would laugh again. As he takes a riding crop. “How did you get this Savage?” Leader asked. The guard pulled back my head again with my hair and held my head back hard. “AHAh!!” I say again as they were being rough. “We caught him trying to blend in.” Other Guard says. As the leader takes his crop runs it along my body. And a smile comes over this face. “Take this Savage and show him his place. To the post of the night. And we have to show him off to the city.” The leader says. And the two guards would take me and force me way and over to the post that was in a place that all could see. And they forced me up against the post as they untied my wrists. After that they forced me back around. So my back is against the post. As they pulled my wrists back behind my back around the post as they tied my wrists again. The other guard grabbed my balls and he squeezed roughly “Down on your knees savage slut” he laughed as they forced me down on my knees tied to the post.
The Next day the guards were all getting ready for the triumph that they want to have their new savage walk in to be more humiliation. In the city main square where the climax for the fun would take place. The rest of the pre-work was being done back at the fort. It would only be a short walk to the walls and gate. As soon as the other things were in place. Two guards come over and they force a steel collar on my neck. And then the other one would put ankle shackles on. Then they put a chain on the collar. Before they untied me and pulled hard on the chain. And falls on the sandy ground. The third guard pulled my hair hard and pulled me to my knees. “AhAhh.” I yelled, and the guards all laughed. “Tie this savage to the wooden bar and make it tight.” one of the officers said. And the guards forced the wooden bar over my shoulder and then forced my wrist over the top. And they tied it to me tightly. After they got me ready. The three of them would force me to walk the half mile to where everything was set. And they pulled me along behind they leader through the streets and the guards would force me to walk with my knees bent and head down and forward. As one would used a riding crop on my ball. Make me fall on my knees as the pull on my chain. The crowd would love this. Soon they get to the city square where it was set up for the big humiliation.
After they had got me to the area that was set up what they wanted. And the two guards kick me down on my knees in front of the crowd and their leader. And they leader started to talk to the crowd. “Behold, we have a special treat for you. Never had seen before. And you as the crowd have some options. You could have us jump right to the main event or you could have a show of how we capture this savage.” the leader say and looked at the crowd. The crowd started cheering loudly. “We want a show! We want a show! We want a show! Capture the savage again!” the crowd chants again. And the leader looked at the crowd. “Very well.. You shall get a show.” the leader say. And the guards both looked at the leader and node. And the three who had captured me came out. And they all have swords that are metal but not sharp. It was all for show and the enjoyment for the crowd who had gathered around. So the guard put the sword in to my hand and they would force me to fight them again only this would just be them having fun. After about eight minutes of them just messing with me. One of them hit my sword and then the other hit the back of my leg on my knees. “Ahah!” I yelled as I fell back down on my knees. And the third one holds the blade on my neck. And the other two pulled my hands behind my back again. And the other one started to tie my wrists together again tight. As they force me up and move me over to where their leader is in front of the crowd. And then one of them pulled my head back hard infront on the crowd. And then make me make some sexual sounds. “Ahah” I yelled and moaned as they did. And one of the others starts to stroke my cock in front of the crowd as they all are enjoying this. “What should we do to him next?” the leader says. The crowd all started to chat at once. “Hang him up! We want to see his cum! Bandage Crucifixion him! Hang him up! We want to see his cum! Bandage Crucifixion him! Hang him up! We want to see his cum! Bandage Crucifixion him!” The crowd kept saying and cheering. “Then let us get started! Move him over to the cross area!” their leader say. And the guard force me to walk through the crowd and let them get a good look at me. As they were enjoying this more and the women were as much as the men.
They then moved me over to the other area. It was a large open sandy area where there are three upright cross posts and the beams were off to the side. The leader looked at the guards and nodes. They force me back down on my knees. And the crowd watches and they get to enjoy seeing this. A group of well dressed and three guards come over. The lead woman was the Empress. And she looked at the two guards holding me down on my knees. “Let me see him and I will decide what to do with him.” She said and smiled. One of the guards reached over and grabbed a large handful of my long black hair and pulled my head back hard as he held it back for the Empress. “AHahah” I moaned in front of her. As the guard held my head back as she looked at me. “We shouldn't kill him, I think we will use him as a Savage slave! Tie him to the post and whip him good! And then BDSM Crucifixion him. That way we can see how much he can cum and prostate milk cum too” The Empress says. The guards forced me over the post and started to retire me to the post so my back was facing the crowd. The guards get a leather flogger out. And they started to take turns whipping me fifty times. “AHah.. Ahah.. Ahah.. Aggrrr.. Ahah.. AHah.. Ahah.. Ahah.. Aggrrr.. Ahah.. AHah.. Ahah.. Ahah.. Aggrrr.. Ahah..” I yelled and moaned and after the last whip fell on my knees. The Empress looked at the guards and she nodes “go on next part get him tied down on the beam and then let the crowd see how hard his cock is” she say and smile becomes bigger.
The two Guards would grab me and they force held me down on the wooden beam that as on the ground. And the Empress came over and she had a smile and then tied down my forearms to the beam. And then she looked at the guards. “Get him up and start getting him to walk up the the location” She say and smiled. The two guards force me to my feet, and then the Empress Whip me again. “Ahah” I would say as I would start to walk. And the crowd would follow. As the Empress would continue to whip me as I walked and the guard would lead me around. And soon they would lead me to a small hill that was near the Empress personal living area. And this was clear that I was to be her personal sex toy and she was get enjoyment out of me. And then the guard force me down on my back with the post not too far way. And the Empress looked at the guard and she had them pull off my loincloth and so I was very naked. And then she run the leather whip over my cock and ball. To get me to react. As my cock gets larger. And then she nodes to the two guards who started to tie down my wrists to the beam. And one of the guards pulled my long black hair hard. “AHah” I yelled and moans out. The other guard started to grip and rub my hard cock to get me all turn on. “Look at the slut he must want to be hang up so all can watch him cum on the cross.” the other guard continued to rub and laugh. As the crowed want more and they enjoyed watching. Soon as the guard got me rock hard and my balls hanging down fall all to see. One of guards punched me in the gut and then the balls. As they started to hang me up on the post. And crowed is cheering and laughing. I am hanging there as my feet are just there. The other guard grips my ball and started to rub me cock too and the crowd is wanting to see my first cum on the cross. And I cant hold it. I cums out hard and lot for the crowd only this was just the beginning of my cross humiliation.
Anyone else?? I need some more people!
And well here the fantasy..
After the battle that saw the enemy capture me. They soon would realize who they had captured and they would have two of the guards pull me out. And force me down on my knee. As they has they had fun stirping me down to the loincloth and they pulled my wrists behind my back and they tied my wrists together tight. And so they grabbed my arms and forced me along. As I would try and look to see where they were forcing me. One of them would roughly force my head back down. Soon they would have forced me back to the fort that was built before their invasion. Soon they threw me down on my knees before their leader. “Well what do we have here” He laughed down at me. One of the guards grabbed my long hair and pulled my head back hard as he held me down on my knees. “AHAH” I would yell as he did. And the leader looked down and smiled. “So you have a Savage. Their young leader.” He would laugh again. As he takes a riding crop. “How did you get this Savage?” Leader asked. The guard pulled back my head again with my hair and held my head back hard. “AHAh!!” I say again as they were being rough. “We caught him trying to blend in.” Other Guard says. As the leader takes his crop runs it along my body. And a smile comes over this face. “Take this Savage and show him his place. To the post of the night. And we have to show him off to the city.” The leader says. And the two guards would take me and force me way and over to the post that was in a place that all could see. And they forced me up against the post as they untied my wrists. After that they forced me back around. So my back is against the post. As they pulled my wrists back behind my back around the post as they tied my wrists again. The other guard grabbed my balls and he squeezed roughly “Down on your knees savage slut” he laughed as they forced me down on my knees tied to the post.
The Next day the guards were all getting ready for the triumph that they want to have their new savage walk in to be more humiliation. In the city main square where the climax for the fun would take place. The rest of the pre-work was being done back at the fort. It would only be a short walk to the walls and gate. As soon as the other things were in place. Two guards come over and they force a steel collar on my neck. And then the other one would put ankle shackles on. Then they put a chain on the collar. Before they untied me and pulled hard on the chain. And falls on the sandy ground. The third guard pulled my hair hard and pulled me to my knees. “AhAhh.” I yelled, and the guards all laughed. “Tie this savage to the wooden bar and make it tight.” one of the officers said. And the guards forced the wooden bar over my shoulder and then forced my wrist over the top. And they tied it to me tightly. After they got me ready. The three of them would force me to walk the half mile to where everything was set. And they pulled me along behind they leader through the streets and the guards would force me to walk with my knees bent and head down and forward. As one would used a riding crop on my ball. Make me fall on my knees as the pull on my chain. The crowd would love this. Soon they get to the city square where it was set up for the big humiliation.
After they had got me to the area that was set up what they wanted. And the two guards kick me down on my knees in front of the crowd and their leader. And they leader started to talk to the crowd. “Behold, we have a special treat for you. Never had seen before. And you as the crowd have some options. You could have us jump right to the main event or you could have a show of how we capture this savage.” the leader say and looked at the crowd. The crowd started cheering loudly. “We want a show! We want a show! We want a show! Capture the savage again!” the crowd chants again. And the leader looked at the crowd. “Very well.. You shall get a show.” the leader say. And the guards both looked at the leader and node. And the three who had captured me came out. And they all have swords that are metal but not sharp. It was all for show and the enjoyment for the crowd who had gathered around. So the guard put the sword in to my hand and they would force me to fight them again only this would just be them having fun. After about eight minutes of them just messing with me. One of them hit my sword and then the other hit the back of my leg on my knees. “Ahah!” I yelled as I fell back down on my knees. And the third one holds the blade on my neck. And the other two pulled my hands behind my back again. And the other one started to tie my wrists together again tight. As they force me up and move me over to where their leader is in front of the crowd. And then one of them pulled my head back hard infront on the crowd. And then make me make some sexual sounds. “Ahah” I yelled and moaned as they did. And one of the others starts to stroke my cock in front of the crowd as they all are enjoying this. “What should we do to him next?” the leader says. The crowd all started to chat at once. “Hang him up! We want to see his cum! Bandage Crucifixion him! Hang him up! We want to see his cum! Bandage Crucifixion him! Hang him up! We want to see his cum! Bandage Crucifixion him!” The crowd kept saying and cheering. “Then let us get started! Move him over to the cross area!” their leader say. And the guard force me to walk through the crowd and let them get a good look at me. As they were enjoying this more and the women were as much as the men.
They then moved me over to the other area. It was a large open sandy area where there are three upright cross posts and the beams were off to the side. The leader looked at the guards and nodes. They force me back down on my knees. And the crowd watches and they get to enjoy seeing this. A group of well dressed and three guards come over. The lead woman was the Empress. And she looked at the two guards holding me down on my knees. “Let me see him and I will decide what to do with him.” She said and smiled. One of the guards reached over and grabbed a large handful of my long black hair and pulled my head back hard as he held it back for the Empress. “AHahah” I moaned in front of her. As the guard held my head back as she looked at me. “We shouldn't kill him, I think we will use him as a Savage slave! Tie him to the post and whip him good! And then BDSM Crucifixion him. That way we can see how much he can cum and prostate milk cum too” The Empress says. The guards forced me over the post and started to retire me to the post so my back was facing the crowd. The guards get a leather flogger out. And they started to take turns whipping me fifty times. “AHah.. Ahah.. Ahah.. Aggrrr.. Ahah.. AHah.. Ahah.. Ahah.. Aggrrr.. Ahah.. AHah.. Ahah.. Ahah.. Aggrrr.. Ahah..” I yelled and moaned and after the last whip fell on my knees. The Empress looked at the guards and she nodes “go on next part get him tied down on the beam and then let the crowd see how hard his cock is” she say and smile becomes bigger.
The two Guards would grab me and they force held me down on the wooden beam that as on the ground. And the Empress came over and she had a smile and then tied down my forearms to the beam. And then she looked at the guards. “Get him up and start getting him to walk up the the location” She say and smiled. The two guards force me to my feet, and then the Empress Whip me again. “Ahah” I would say as I would start to walk. And the crowd would follow. As the Empress would continue to whip me as I walked and the guard would lead me around. And soon they would lead me to a small hill that was near the Empress personal living area. And this was clear that I was to be her personal sex toy and she was get enjoyment out of me. And then the guard force me down on my back with the post not too far way. And the Empress looked at the guard and she had them pull off my loincloth and so I was very naked. And then she run the leather whip over my cock and ball. To get me to react. As my cock gets larger. And then she nodes to the two guards who started to tie down my wrists to the beam. And one of the guards pulled my long black hair hard. “AHah” I yelled and moans out. The other guard started to grip and rub my hard cock to get me all turn on. “Look at the slut he must want to be hang up so all can watch him cum on the cross.” the other guard continued to rub and laugh. As the crowed want more and they enjoyed watching. Soon as the guard got me rock hard and my balls hanging down fall all to see. One of guards punched me in the gut and then the balls. As they started to hang me up on the post. And crowed is cheering and laughing. I am hanging there as my feet are just there. The other guard grips my ball and started to rub me cock too and the crowd is wanting to see my first cum on the cross. And I cant hold it. I cums out hard and lot for the crowd only this was just the beginning of my cross humiliation.
Anyone else?? I need some more people!
thepro2887
Condemned
Well... I'll tell you my case. I'm 22 years old. If you have any questions, feel free to ask!
1- I was like 7 years old, watching Jesus Christ's movies with my family, including my Dad, who used to kiss me and caress me when I was that age
2- My first masturbation happened when I was like 8 years old, simulating I was Jesus crucified
3- I've not done that for real. But I wish I was flogged by my father with a real whip, and crucified by the priest in a church, with real nails, totally naked. After that, I'd make Dad kiss, lick and caress my naked body.
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Johnny Jaeger
Condemned
I was going to make a new thread about this, but I think this is appropriate here. I found this forum a few days ago and have been looking through recent posts by users here. I love the "old internet" feel of this place. I think a forum is a much better medium for long topic discussion than more common forms of media we have today. This post is going to be about how I found this place and why I think discussions like these matter.
I've been someone who enjoys BDSM virtually my whole life. When I was a young boy I would watch cartoons, and any time bondage was depicted I would always be very intensely interested, but I tried to hide that because I didn't want anyone else to know my secret. What secret? I was too young to know! It wasn't until I became a teenager that these things began to make sense to me. From the moment I hit puberty I fantasized about women being bound and gagged, and sometimes of being in a scenario like that myself.
In addition to being a pervert I'm also an (aspiring) storyteller. I've written one or two novel length manuscripts that I never published, deciding after finishing that what I had to say wasn't important or that there wasn't any good reason to put it out there. I'm working on one now in which one of the main characters, a Catholic woman in her mid 20's has dreams about being crucified. Sometimes she imagines herself in the place of Jesus. Other times she imagines being among the rebels lead by Spartacus who were crucified along the Appian Way. She imagines the agony hanging by those nails under the hot sun, and the humiliation of being on display for anyone passing by. When she wakes back up in the 21st century she is ashamed of herself and thinks there is something wrong with her. She doesn't know why she has fantasies like this, but eventually she admits to herself that she wants to experience the same things they did. This will be important later.
A week or two ago I stumbled upon a photoset featuring fetish model Randy Moore which you can see part of below. In it she is bound, gagged, and led to a cross. She is bound to that cross and left to roast under the hot California sun. Something about this fascinated me. I wanted to know what was going through her mind during this. Was she in pain? Was she embarrassed to be stripped nude and put on display like that? I found that she did another similar set. In the first one her feet are flat on a platform, but in the second one she is up on the balls of her feet, which I'm sure made it much more challenging for her. I wanted to know more. I searched to see if others had done similar work, or if anyone had an account of being in a scene like that.
And that led me here.
When I found this forum I felt I was staring down a rabbit hole of strangeness, that if I continued that would be an admission to myself that I was really interested in crucifixion. That did not deter me for long. For me it had that "forbidden knowledge" allure and I knew I would not be able to keep myself away. It's not like there's anyone else I can talk to about this! So I dove in. I read the accounts of users on this forum who had actually been crucified. Why they did it and how they felt during and after. I read some of the short stories users wrote here including "In The Aftermath of the Crucifixion" by cire and "Kathrin's crux fantasies" among others. I was struck by the vivid detail they used to describe the experiences of everyone involved, from the executioners, to the onlookers, to the ones on the cross. I was especially struck by Kathrin's story in which a young woman from the near future volunteers herself as a test subject to be crucified. How she isn't being forced as part of a punishment but she goes willingly and even excitedly. How she wants the full experience, being stripped naked with real nails in her body. How she finds the experience so painful from the first moments but is determined to endure it and test her own limits. She even comes back afterwards and tells the researcher that not only does she want to do it again, but she wants to do it for longer, and she suggests other ways in which she could be crucified. I imagine that in a later session, after watching this poor girl endure this agony over and over that the man responsible for performing the crucifixion starts to grow attached to her, can't stand to watch her suffer anymore, and refuses to do it again. Much to her dismay no doubt!
I was relieved to have discovered the other weirdos. Maybe if I read through their posts I could gain a greater understand of why I, or anyone else would be interested in crucifixion. I thought about the stories I was writing and I realized that I was using the characters as a proxy for myself. It was easier to imagine someone else having the fantasy than myself! So why am I like this? Maybe it's a morbid fascination with methods of execution? What about the erotic aspect of it? What could be arousing about dying?
I recently came across an artist's depiction of the "Execution of the French Queen". In it Queen Marie Antoinette is bound up shibari style and transported to the guillotine to be executed. I can't understand the language, but I do know the historical context so I have an idea about what's being said here. What struck me about this wasn't just the not so subtle erotic aspect of Marie being bound up like this, but again I found this link between the erotic and between death. What is so arousing about execution happening in such a public way? When you see something like this do you identify with the onlookers, the executioners, or the executed? For my part I imagined myself as Marie, insisting that those condemned to die are entitled to their last words, walking up to the front of the platform, addressing the onlookers, telling them:
"I beg your forgiveness for whatever crimes I committed against you, and I pray that my death will give you some satisfaction. France is a beautiful country with wonderful people I am blessed to have known. May God bless you all, and long live France!"
The full work: https://www.boundhub.com/albums/64741/execution-of-the-french-queen/
The artist's site, I think: https://booth.pm/zh-cn/items/2227208
Would those onlookers feel satisfaction or shame for putting me to death? Would I face it bravely or would I beg for my life? Would I feel aroused being in a humiliating position like that? Bound in front of so many people? Maybe it's these questions that brought us to this place.
I'm intensely interested in people and I'd like to hear from you. What brought you here? Does what I'm saying sound familiar to you?
Thanks for reading,
I've been someone who enjoys BDSM virtually my whole life. When I was a young boy I would watch cartoons, and any time bondage was depicted I would always be very intensely interested, but I tried to hide that because I didn't want anyone else to know my secret. What secret? I was too young to know! It wasn't until I became a teenager that these things began to make sense to me. From the moment I hit puberty I fantasized about women being bound and gagged, and sometimes of being in a scenario like that myself.
In addition to being a pervert I'm also an (aspiring) storyteller. I've written one or two novel length manuscripts that I never published, deciding after finishing that what I had to say wasn't important or that there wasn't any good reason to put it out there. I'm working on one now in which one of the main characters, a Catholic woman in her mid 20's has dreams about being crucified. Sometimes she imagines herself in the place of Jesus. Other times she imagines being among the rebels lead by Spartacus who were crucified along the Appian Way. She imagines the agony hanging by those nails under the hot sun, and the humiliation of being on display for anyone passing by. When she wakes back up in the 21st century she is ashamed of herself and thinks there is something wrong with her. She doesn't know why she has fantasies like this, but eventually she admits to herself that she wants to experience the same things they did. This will be important later.
A week or two ago I stumbled upon a photoset featuring fetish model Randy Moore which you can see part of below. In it she is bound, gagged, and led to a cross. She is bound to that cross and left to roast under the hot California sun. Something about this fascinated me. I wanted to know what was going through her mind during this. Was she in pain? Was she embarrassed to be stripped nude and put on display like that? I found that she did another similar set. In the first one her feet are flat on a platform, but in the second one she is up on the balls of her feet, which I'm sure made it much more challenging for her. I wanted to know more. I searched to see if others had done similar work, or if anyone had an account of being in a scene like that.
And that led me here.
When I found this forum I felt I was staring down a rabbit hole of strangeness, that if I continued that would be an admission to myself that I was really interested in crucifixion. That did not deter me for long. For me it had that "forbidden knowledge" allure and I knew I would not be able to keep myself away. It's not like there's anyone else I can talk to about this! So I dove in. I read the accounts of users on this forum who had actually been crucified. Why they did it and how they felt during and after. I read some of the short stories users wrote here including "In The Aftermath of the Crucifixion" by cire and "Kathrin's crux fantasies" among others. I was struck by the vivid detail they used to describe the experiences of everyone involved, from the executioners, to the onlookers, to the ones on the cross. I was especially struck by Kathrin's story in which a young woman from the near future volunteers herself as a test subject to be crucified. How she isn't being forced as part of a punishment but she goes willingly and even excitedly. How she wants the full experience, being stripped naked with real nails in her body. How she finds the experience so painful from the first moments but is determined to endure it and test her own limits. She even comes back afterwards and tells the researcher that not only does she want to do it again, but she wants to do it for longer, and she suggests other ways in which she could be crucified. I imagine that in a later session, after watching this poor girl endure this agony over and over that the man responsible for performing the crucifixion starts to grow attached to her, can't stand to watch her suffer anymore, and refuses to do it again. Much to her dismay no doubt!
I was relieved to have discovered the other weirdos. Maybe if I read through their posts I could gain a greater understand of why I, or anyone else would be interested in crucifixion. I thought about the stories I was writing and I realized that I was using the characters as a proxy for myself. It was easier to imagine someone else having the fantasy than myself! So why am I like this? Maybe it's a morbid fascination with methods of execution? What about the erotic aspect of it? What could be arousing about dying?
I recently came across an artist's depiction of the "Execution of the French Queen". In it Queen Marie Antoinette is bound up shibari style and transported to the guillotine to be executed. I can't understand the language, but I do know the historical context so I have an idea about what's being said here. What struck me about this wasn't just the not so subtle erotic aspect of Marie being bound up like this, but again I found this link between the erotic and between death. What is so arousing about execution happening in such a public way? When you see something like this do you identify with the onlookers, the executioners, or the executed? For my part I imagined myself as Marie, insisting that those condemned to die are entitled to their last words, walking up to the front of the platform, addressing the onlookers, telling them:
"I beg your forgiveness for whatever crimes I committed against you, and I pray that my death will give you some satisfaction. France is a beautiful country with wonderful people I am blessed to have known. May God bless you all, and long live France!"
The full work: https://www.boundhub.com/albums/64741/execution-of-the-french-queen/
The artist's site, I think: https://booth.pm/zh-cn/items/2227208
Would those onlookers feel satisfaction or shame for putting me to death? Would I face it bravely or would I beg for my life? Would I feel aroused being in a humiliating position like that? Bound in front of so many people? Maybe it's these questions that brought us to this place.
I'm intensely interested in people and I'd like to hear from you. What brought you here? Does what I'm saying sound familiar to you?
Thanks for reading,
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Been here too long to remember what brought me here...
A comment about your pictures... Why would you gag the woman you are executing? She wants to beg for life. Let her and ignore her!!!
Johnny Jaeger
Condemned
I've always like the aesthetic of a gag. There's the added element that the things you can no longer say with your words you now have to say with your expression and body language, and I find that exciting.
Naked Death
Executioner
I think I have always had the urge to act out my erotic death in a public execution play.
I think I will produce Crucifixion Death content.
I Want to be the Male Camile Duka
I think I will produce Crucifixion Death content.
I Want to be the Male Camile Duka
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