jack secret
Onlooker
Crucifixion is the most incredibly erotic and exquisitely cruel form of sadomasochistic play.
Since childhood, I have found thoughts and paintings of crucifixion to be incredibly arousing to the point I came to desire that someday someone would flog and crucify me to enjoy watching me writhe in agony on the cross. Over years of unfulfillment, my desire evolved into a burning need which consumed me. Not knowing where to turn for a dominant who would take me in hand, I joined several bdsm websites. Months and years passed with no contact from anyone with the interest and compulsion to flog me and then crucify me for a few hours. When I had all but given up any hope, I received a message from Ned.
PRELUDE
Ned is a member of a small group known as the Crucifixion Club. They are men and women committed to a bdsm lifestyle with a particular enthusiasm for sadomasochistic play centered around crucifixions. From time to time, for a few hours, they gather together with submissives willing to be tied to crosses. In order to heighten the anticipation and tension, the submissives undergo verbal humiliation, sexual abuse and pre-cross punishment. Flogging is always part of the punishment to enhance the victims’ pain as their bodies writhe and twist against the wood.
The Club meets at a remote, very private property owned by husband and wife members. The secluded property has a decrepit, unoccupied ranch house and equally decrepit barn. The only capital improvements are a whipping post, an old garage door converted into a bondage table, 3 Roman crosses, a Saint Andrews cross and a suspension bar about 8 feet long supported at both ends by heavy metal pipes formed in the shape of triangles. The Roman crosses are lined in a sem-circle with a few chairs and an old sofa facing the crosses for the Club members comfortable viewing.
Male and female submissives are welcome subject to pre-screening. While the Club sometimes conducts a single crucifixion, it has a strong preference for dual and triple crucifixions if enough suitable submissives are available. Ned made clear to me that the Club sets strict limits to SM play for the submissives’ protection. Time on a cross is limited to a minimum of one hour and, with only extraordinary exceptions, a maximum of two hours. The Club does hope that victims will choose to return for future games. He did, however, stress that within the specified limits, victims may not expect that they will be shown any mercy.
Ned’s message asked me to respond promptly if I was interested in attending one of the Club’s get-togethers as a participant. He noted that while the SM play would be intense, it would be an amazing experience I would not want to miss. (He could not have been more correct, which I feel weeks after my time on the cross as well as when I first heard from him.) I did not want to seem too anxious, but neither did I want to miss out on this golden opportunity, so I replied yes within the next few minutes. I fear I gilded the lily by expressing my keen desire to satisfy the Club members’ every desire and expectation. Fortunately, that did not queer my hopes.
The next day, Ned invited me to meet him in 3 days’ time to settle a few preliminaries, including when and where the Club would next meet. In an almost apologetic manner, he noted that the meeting would be a pro forma screening to assess my seriousness - my commitment to sadomasochistic play? - and my physical and mental suitability (he wants to be sure I am not a slob and do have a cock and balls between my legs?). He assured me this would be routine. In any event, my instructions were to be at a specified address at precisely 9:00 a.m. on the coming Monday.
I immediately replied that I would comply.
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Since childhood, I have found thoughts and paintings of crucifixion to be incredibly arousing to the point I came to desire that someday someone would flog and crucify me to enjoy watching me writhe in agony on the cross. Over years of unfulfillment, my desire evolved into a burning need which consumed me. Not knowing where to turn for a dominant who would take me in hand, I joined several bdsm websites. Months and years passed with no contact from anyone with the interest and compulsion to flog me and then crucify me for a few hours. When I had all but given up any hope, I received a message from Ned.
PRELUDE
Ned is a member of a small group known as the Crucifixion Club. They are men and women committed to a bdsm lifestyle with a particular enthusiasm for sadomasochistic play centered around crucifixions. From time to time, for a few hours, they gather together with submissives willing to be tied to crosses. In order to heighten the anticipation and tension, the submissives undergo verbal humiliation, sexual abuse and pre-cross punishment. Flogging is always part of the punishment to enhance the victims’ pain as their bodies writhe and twist against the wood.
The Club meets at a remote, very private property owned by husband and wife members. The secluded property has a decrepit, unoccupied ranch house and equally decrepit barn. The only capital improvements are a whipping post, an old garage door converted into a bondage table, 3 Roman crosses, a Saint Andrews cross and a suspension bar about 8 feet long supported at both ends by heavy metal pipes formed in the shape of triangles. The Roman crosses are lined in a sem-circle with a few chairs and an old sofa facing the crosses for the Club members comfortable viewing.
Male and female submissives are welcome subject to pre-screening. While the Club sometimes conducts a single crucifixion, it has a strong preference for dual and triple crucifixions if enough suitable submissives are available. Ned made clear to me that the Club sets strict limits to SM play for the submissives’ protection. Time on a cross is limited to a minimum of one hour and, with only extraordinary exceptions, a maximum of two hours. The Club does hope that victims will choose to return for future games. He did, however, stress that within the specified limits, victims may not expect that they will be shown any mercy.
Ned’s message asked me to respond promptly if I was interested in attending one of the Club’s get-togethers as a participant. He noted that while the SM play would be intense, it would be an amazing experience I would not want to miss. (He could not have been more correct, which I feel weeks after my time on the cross as well as when I first heard from him.) I did not want to seem too anxious, but neither did I want to miss out on this golden opportunity, so I replied yes within the next few minutes. I fear I gilded the lily by expressing my keen desire to satisfy the Club members’ every desire and expectation. Fortunately, that did not queer my hopes.
The next day, Ned invited me to meet him in 3 days’ time to settle a few preliminaries, including when and where the Club would next meet. In an almost apologetic manner, he noted that the meeting would be a pro forma screening to assess my seriousness - my commitment to sadomasochistic play? - and my physical and mental suitability (he wants to be sure I am not a slob and do have a cock and balls between my legs?). He assured me this would be routine. In any event, my instructions were to be at a specified address at precisely 9:00 a.m. on the coming Monday.
I immediately replied that I would comply.
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Next post: TRIAL AND ACCEPTANCE