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My story
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Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
No idea what that psychopatic Roman sadist
has in mind about your feet! Perhaps, tickle them? 
piedi
Executioner
I'll tell you a little about myself...
I was born with syndactyly on my feet, second and third toes joined.
Perhaps less visible on my right foot, while very visible on my left.
Confirmed as a child with x-rays that there was no bone fusion, it wasn't a concern.
Then you grow up and like everyone else you expose your body except your private parts.
Two episodes have conditioned my mind.
Around the age of ten we were playing ball and I was wearing flip-flops. A little girl made a comment telling me what I had and obviously despised me.
The second in middle school. Spring, first heat and I go to school with sandals. A girl my age shouts in class: "How disgusting!!!".
Everyone watching and comment after comment.
There I wasn't able to react and I carry the shame and embarrassment with me.
Feet always indoors. No more flip-flops, sandals or bare feet on the beach or in public places with friends or not.
Then during adolescence I realized I had a fetish for female feet with a fixation on capital executions. Beheading, hanging, impalement and especially crucifixion.
And then off to document myself in every way until I did a self-crucifixion.
Every suitable place or moment could be an opportunity to put it into practice with photos (self-timer) and videos. Moment, moment after moment to immortalize.
I am not ashamed of being naked but of that thing instead I am.
And I have always imagined in Roman times the union between crucifixion and malformation. They would have been immeasurably relentless.
In another previous life I am convinced that I ended up on the cross.
I was born with syndactyly on my feet, second and third toes joined.
Perhaps less visible on my right foot, while very visible on my left.
Confirmed as a child with x-rays that there was no bone fusion, it wasn't a concern.
Then you grow up and like everyone else you expose your body except your private parts.
Two episodes have conditioned my mind.
Around the age of ten we were playing ball and I was wearing flip-flops. A little girl made a comment telling me what I had and obviously despised me.
The second in middle school. Spring, first heat and I go to school with sandals. A girl my age shouts in class: "How disgusting!!!".
Everyone watching and comment after comment.
There I wasn't able to react and I carry the shame and embarrassment with me.
Feet always indoors. No more flip-flops, sandals or bare feet on the beach or in public places with friends or not.
Then during adolescence I realized I had a fetish for female feet with a fixation on capital executions. Beheading, hanging, impalement and especially crucifixion.
And then off to document myself in every way until I did a self-crucifixion.
Every suitable place or moment could be an opportunity to put it into practice with photos (self-timer) and videos. Moment, moment after moment to immortalize.
I am not ashamed of being naked but of that thing instead I am.
And I have always imagined in Roman times the union between crucifixion and malformation. They would have been immeasurably relentless.
In another previous life I am convinced that I ended up on the cross.
To be fair I wasn’t aware of this thread until today!
I read ahead, it’s a curiosity to me, sorry about the impacts at school- kids are so cruel.
