Strong And Willing

[Fox-on-Cross]

The Strong and Willing


It has been a good shot from me, a strong girl with willing mind. On behalf of a dating-website all goes quicker than the old-fashioned normality. What is yet normal? Encounter in a pub, on a feast, by acquaintances or from School? All went so slow, in earlier times a fiancé for years… Dating is the best way, nowadays.


By mail we spoke about our interests. Vacancies, food and drink, and especially our jobs and perspectives. She liked me, she said. We made an appointment for a dinner in my home.


Of course I am not a best cook but I could buy prepared meals. And expensive too, may be for a new girl. First invest, than earn is our commercial adagium.


She would look at my home. All rooms and closets, even the loft. The cellar was too full with trash so that we could not walk free. She was extremely interesting and by surprise she looked behind the furniture. May be cheeky but I forgave her and said nothing.


After the necessary drinks and good (bought) food, we stayed some moments in silence. Then I asked here to sleep this weekend? Immediately she agreed but…


She want to tell about her important topic, I got fear she does not want sex. All effort in vain? I have some thoughts for my private live, she said. I have always been alone and I like my private job. Without another person I like to bind myself and wait an half or whole hour. Alone, in the darkness. Since earliest youth I do this. Never spoken with some friends. My idea was to break with this art of secrecy and seek for a helper.


Helper? I was astonished. Were stays my intercourse, I wondered.


I have inspected your home and I found a good place for an installation behind the wardrobe. Make there a beam vertical and above a shorter beam horizontal. Buy handcuffs from soft leather and mount for a footrest.

The robe you must place on slippery wood so that he can slide away and put back on his place. The cross is also invisible for visitors.


You would hang on a cross?


So you call this, it is more than hanging: it is a ritual! My body, naked, helpless, not capable for freedom, to undergo the pain and fear. Above all my death throes.


For us is there a reward, after twenty minutes we have our fuck, you wished, I know well. Never I lay under a man. You must stand before at the cross and force your penis upwards, strange in the beginning but you will learn it.

When you feel come your ejaculation you must move and squeeze your penis against my clit with intensity. Then the game is over and we can go to sleep in separated beds.


I agreed.

 

[Barbaria1]

The Strong and Willing


It has been a good shot from me, a strong girl with willing mind. On behalf of a dating-website all goes quicker than the old-fashioned normality. What is yet normal? Encounter in a pub, on a feast, by acquaintances or from School? All went so slow, in earlier times a fiancé for years… Dating is the best way, nowadays.


By mail we spoke about our interests. Vacancies, food and drink, and especially our jobs and perspectives. She liked me, she said. We made an appointment for a dinner in my home.


Of course I am not a best cook but I could buy prepared meals. And expensive too, may be for a new girl. First invest, than earn is our commercial adagium.


She would look at my home. All rooms and closets, even the loft. The cellar was too full with trash so that we could not walk free. She was extremely interesting and by surprise she looked behind the furniture. May be cheeky but I forgave her and said nothing.


After the necessary drinks and good (bought) food, we stayed some moments in silence. Then I asked here to sleep this weekend? Immediately she agreed but…


She want to tell about her important topic, I got fear she does not want sex. All effort in vain? I have some thoughts for my private live, she said. I have always been alone and I like my private job. Without another person I like to bind myself and wait an half or whole hour. Alone, in the darkness. Since earliest youth I do this. Never spoken with some friends. My idea was to break with this art of secrecy and seek for a helper.


Helper? I was astonished. Were stays my intercourse, I wondered.


I have inspected your home and I found a good place for an installation behind the wardrobe. Make there a beam vertical and above a shorter beam horizontal. Buy handcuffs from soft leather and mount for a footrest.

The robe you must place on slippery wood so that he can slide away and put back on his place. The cross is also invisible for visitors.


You would hang on a cross?


So you call this, it is more than hanging: it is a ritual! My body, naked, helpless, not capable for freedom, to undergo the pain and fear. Above all my death throes.


For us is there a reward, after twenty minutes we have our fuck, you wished, I know well. Never I lay under a man. You must stand before at the cross and force your penis upwards, strange in the beginning but you will learn it.

When you feel come your ejaculation you must move and squeeze your penis against my clit with intensity. Then the game is over and we can go to sleep in separated beds.


I agreed.

Well, you old fox!

 

[Fox-on-Cross]

The Strong and Willing II

Three weeks later she came again.

Nice work, she said, hard work in short time?, she asked.

Indeed, to search for nice wood beams, not polished, iron hooks, saddle leather to cut, brackets, screws and rhomboid rings.
Mounting the T-cross, fixed at the wall 10cm from, unshakable.
Make cuffs with rings and if they could to painful longly hanging I adhered soft deerskin inside.

The whole installation normally was hidden behind the closet.

Shall we?

Not a drink before?

Good.

In the torture room she undressed herself and offered me her arms for the cuffs, thereafter her ankles.
Then we went to the visible cross.
Her arms were bounded in V-form, her legs stayed together.
I saw her rather weak tits, her hairy cunt.
She smelled.

She hung!

I heard her breath, louder and louder.
Then she began to cry.
I saw tears.
Her breasts shake, her belly like a quake.

I looked intensely, expected her sadness, her shame and her sacrifice.
Five minutes were gone.

Then unexpectedly she commands me to leave the room for ten minutes and close the door.
I wondered but I did it.

Outside I waited behind the door for what is coming. And that was astonishing, she cried so hardly that I presumed the neighbours could hear it.

Stronger, louder and highly frequent sounds.

I wait and listen, fantasize what is going on.

The ten minutes were over, I enter the room. See her hanging, more quietly then before, she looks down. Her hands and feet were blue. Her head was wet. her chest a waterfall.

Come here, she commands me with a soft tone, uncover your penis and shag me. Better I put off my trousers and went to her, squeezing my belly against her. Higher, she said.

I penetrated and had to move up- and downwards. But her movements were analog but not synchronous with mines. Therefore my penis slipped out and slacked immediately.

20 minutes, the limit was reached.

I loosed her, she sit and relaxes, dressed her.

A drink? Good.

After a thanks and a greeting she leaved my home, saying over three weeks.

When I was alone I could not comprehend the enormous noise she had made. What the hell had been happened there?
I decided to spy her.

 

[Eulalia]

perhaps 'The Strong and the Wailing'?

 

[Fox-on-Cross]

Not bad, I did not now this verbum.
But there will come more...

 

[Fox-on-Cross]

The Strong and Willing III

She came again after three weeks, said bye and walked stubbornly to the torture room. I followed her in my own home!
Not much to talk, a drink and the the game could begin.

In meantime I had prepared a just bought webcam in the corner, hidden between glass and stone objects on a bookshelf. He was wifi, the metal circle round the lens I painted black so that no reflection could be remarked.

She undressed her automatically and I bound her with the hand- and footcuffs on the cross. She hung and her breath could I hear, saw her soft belly tremble and her oblong tits drift from left to right. Her eyes were half closed. Her lips in full tension. How gladly had I feel and kissed her flesh but the pain has preponderance.

Still I stand and looked, and watched. After five minutes she commanded me to left the room and come back after ten of fifteen minutes. I did and locked the door.

Quickly I walked to the PC and saw her very sharp, could hear her breathing. Then my mouth felt open, amazing I was, when I saw that she began to torture herself in an extreme way: she lifted up her body by stretching her feet by standing on her toes, what represent a distance of 8-9 cms. Then, unbelievable, she let fall her body, again and again. The provoked pain had to be extreme and more because she always did the same. She began to cry, to scream and to roar with her female voice. What is this for a selfdestruction, I thought. Our selfcrucifixion in all years has the appearance of ache but not too much for the possibility to release oneself. And many days walking with a hurt body and limbs that's too much to ask! That is not done, our safety is holy.

I waited ten minutes, saw her body with movements of all parts, the muscles vibrate as from a slaughter animal. Can this go good without a future hospital? I could not wait and went into the room. She was more quit than before, looked down with bowed head and wailed with loud voice. I kissed her and became wet. Then I exposed my penis, hard from this miserable half-dead flesh and penetrated her. But now, became wiser, making quick movements with high frequency. The friction in her vagina was so intense that after two minutes I ejaculated. Then several minutes rest.

Release? Yes, she whispered. She sunk down in the fauteuil and rested for many minutes. Then she dried herself and dressed her. She did not speak and without any words she fare-welled.

Never in my life I was witness for such game, intensely and gorgeously willed. That on my age I was so lucky this to participate, who can this too? Yes, I had found my ideal partner in my life and I will be lifelong an happy man.

 

[Fox-on-Cross]

The Strong and Willing IV

Three weeks after I waited in tension; after that what we together have anticipated you should ask how better? It must be. Life is progression. I decided to beat her during the crucifixion but only with my hands. To feel the heat of her burning muscles is an adventure an sich.

I waited and I got a little sorrow. Two times she had come punctually and now five minutes were gone. The time stretches with five more. Then a quarter was completed.

The telephone, no doorbell...
An enthusiastic voice report. He, I thank you for all what you have done for me. I am an happy girl! Endlessly I have found by you my scaffold, my unbelievable pain and my extreme agony. From now I can write on my script. I love you!
What scr..., I would ask but the line was disconnected.

I was stupefied, I was broken and in the same time I became a tantrum. But my inner voice said that my wishes had been too much elevated, she is an ordinary girl not to earn high expectation. I had been unrealistic. I should have known this before and I should have more think about the imperfection of human mind. I was guilty, I must punish me for a penance!

So I did.

I went to the tortureroom and undressed me. Beat myself is not my specialty but to crucify myself better than anyone. All ribbons were fixed and I ascent the lovely cross. In contrast with former sessions I tried to let me fall so as she did but more than five times was impossible, the arms, shoulders and spine gnawed my body. In stead of forcing I chose for the time and that became 40 minutes. All parts of my corpus glowed. I found it good.

Suddenly I saw a blue heaven. Two golden angels looked at me and smiled, so nice that an immense happiness fulfilled my heart. Why sad, asked the one, life is short and you must walk in peace. Find another date and begin a new adventure, answered the other. Thanks for your sacrifice.

That was a grace for my job, I am not alone on earth. I must go for a new enterprise.

So I will do.

 

[Eulalia]

a nice twist in the tail of that story

 

[Fox-on-Cross]

The Strong and Willing V

A new date was made. She was very interesting and asked me as soon as possible to inspect my high-tech installation. I was glad to enterprise a new adventure. Perhaps could I ask for money?
She did not talk so good as others, more hesitatingly, and her voice was rather low, compared with Kathleen Ferrier.

Two o'clock. Exactly she rings and I opened the door. It was a man! A man? My voice on my turn hesitated, I was completely surprised. I thought to receive a girl, I said, do you have the right address?
Indeed, no mistake.

We sat down. How did you make an installation, do you have experience? I answered to be my own architect, it is my invention and I bought the best accessoires. I will see, he cried.

Many remarks for my jewel, he felt, he watched and he sniffed the wood. O, I like it, what a wonder. Is it allowed this midday to get my definitive punishment?

I had not expected so soon to begin with the crucifixion, all hand- and footcuffs I ought to catch out of the box. I did and again he said to be glad with such beautiful objects.

May I undress me?

He did.

When I saw his emaciated corpus I became afraid, he was more skeleton than human. And then his penis, so small as a boy of 6. How little. I designated and immediately he parried that a woman, so I had expected..., has nothing! We both smiled.

Before he went to the wood he swallowed some pills with the mineral water he had. I bound him on the cross and he hung. I saw his traveling bag. I said nothing, it was his responsibility.

He began to cry, his pain increased more and more.

Then he asked me to leave the room, willing to be alone with his struggle. For live, I softly completed his sentence.

I went and in my salon I read some magazines. Silence. What a pity that I had dismantled the webcam, I now am unsure what is happening. Thirty minutes were gone. Enough, I said to me, I will see what his situation is.

When I entered the room I saw a complete silence. I looked to his face, no movements. His eyes were half open.
Then a shock in my body... I ran to the kitchen and looked for a mirror. Back, I hold it before his nose and I saw no steam.

HE WAS DEAD!

 

[Fox-on-Cross]

The Strong and Willing VI

He was yet hanging in the torture-room, dead, but I did not watch. I grabbed his traveling bag and put him in my saloon.
As soon as the zip was open I saw a letter. On the address side was written: to you, for you.
It was a handwritten letter, with a damned script.

Dear chief,

Dear? What is a strange beginning for a man...

What you have done is my happiness. I long-life would die on the magic cross. An extensive suffering has not been my purpose so that I shortened my life with pills, stolen in a pharmacy.

Is he a thief thus...

All in my life is bitterly sadness, my parents, my school, my marriage with Judith. In the first night she hit me so hardly that I was bleeding on my back. She laughed loudly and enjoyed her. I had no power to resist her cruelty. Than came the sexual aggression day after night to pull on my penis, to intrusive my anus with a wooden spoon. Every day I walked with curved spine over street. I think she was mad.
Perhaps this carrion has a wife now.
After several months my penis and anus were thick, red and gave me an extreme pain. I wrapped my belly with old towels, took a bag with my personal cases and flew away. Never I came back, I lived in empty houses, stole money from old pedestrians and found my food in the trash besides restaurants. Sometimes I slept in caves under the subway. There others stole from me.

What a miserable life...

Then I felt to miss the physical pain and I began to beat myself with all things I found on street. I was now cruel for myself and no other more than I had the responsibility. But there is always a moment to get a stop and this is inevitable. How to undergo the ultimate punishment? I spoke with some confidants and they answered that on the Internet always there are ways to connect with similar minded. So I found (with help in the Internetshop) a crux-address and I could search for contact.

Therefore after the call many weeks waiting...

I inspected the house and the environment and I was agree.

He meanwhile espionaged me...

I made my decision and went to you. There I will have my last hour to be released.
For a reward I have €850 in the bag, my last money from a robbery.
Also inside a corpse bag from the army. Put my stupid flesh inside and drop me in the wealthy garden of your neighbour.

That damned pedo...

With surgical handkerchiefs, no dna. At night, nobody may see you, watch overall. At night a quit street I saw.

In the night also here...

I have said, I wish you all happiness.
Inside a bottle with paprika-powder, scatter this stuff over me to mislead the police sleuths.

Jezus, criminal investigation before my door...

Farewell!
I kiss your sweet cross,
Dismantle it for all your security!

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[Madiosi]

The Strong and Willing VI
....
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Is that "The End"?

 

[Fox-on-Cross]

Only the ©[Start of the Begin].

 

[Fox-on-Cross]

The Strong and Willing VII

This after-midday, evening and night I have much to do.

1. He hung there yet, how to remove him?
I got an idea. I searched for a long rope. Then I circle this around his breast and the ends I fix around the protrusive end of the stipes; I can release so the wrist- and anklecuffs. So I did. The dead body's limbs felt down. But suddenly by the movements a little stream of shit and urine came out, the stench was horrible.
I flew to the bathroom and sprinkled Hugo Boss' lotion around my nose. Back, I detached circle for circle the rope and the body slipped down. He lays on the ground in his own faeces.

I opened the army's body bag and rolled him into. But the distance was to small, I want him on his back to bring inside. So I moved the bag thirty centimeters so that he lay so as it belongs in a coffin. Quickly I removed some shit with large tissues.
Shall I make a photo? No, that can be a proof in a possible trial, even when you delete a pic then specialists can make visible old data. Apple knows it as the best!

See him yet, so quite and peacefully, I mocked. I gripped the bottle with paprika-powder but no, I must hole from the kitchen a sieve. I filled this, with the red stuff and scattered it all over the body. White flesh and read powder, it would be a winner for the World Press Photo..., category horror!

Then I saw in the corner a glossy red plastic ribbon, from an earlier gift box. I tied this around his little penis and scrotum and made a nice eight formed loop. When a feminine police remark this, she will be satisfied...

I bound his arms and legs. Did an old cleaning cloth in his mouth. Then I closed the bag.

Around his corpus I made several ropes so that he became a stiff packet. One around his neck to drag.

Finished, I inhaled fresh air.

After few minutes pause I carried him downstairs to the hall and put him behind the front door. Hopefully no visitors will come.

2. Cleaning provisionally the room, all shit and urine, than wash the floor with chlorine. Tomorrow better and remove all dna if present.

I went to the kitchen for preparing my dinner.

3. A rather great job is to dismantle the cross. Al that work, all in vain! The shelfs I put against the wall and placed on them books and pots. Nobody can presume their former purpose. My room seemed clear but the air was not fresh. I will half open the windows whole night.

In the evening I saw television to relax my mind. I was nervous and felt my heart. I drunk many beers and much wine.

Let the time hurry, how many hours to wait? I played a game on my PC and enjoyed.

Twelve hours, one o'clock, two...

4. Then I dressed me in dark clothes, got a dark wholly hat. Leather handkerchiefs. I waited for 3.
Reached, I carefully looked behind the curtains, saw nobody, no cars. Than I went down and opened the front door a small piece, and saw nobody again. Shall I do my job?

Yes it must now or never! Quickly I slept him on the street and closed the door without noise. I slept him to the fence of neighbours garden. The height was only 60 cms. First I lifted his breast and bowed this over the edge. He hung half over. Then I grabbed his legs and swayed them over. He felt down in the bush.

For all security I went not to my home but made a little walk to the end of the street. Nobody to encounter. I went back and opened the door.

It is finished or will it just begin? I laughed for relaxation.

After a few drinks more I swallowed a sleeping pill, fairly dangerous after so many alcohol but I toke the risk. Then my rest could begin. What I will dream I can not predict, Freud even not!

 

[Fox-on-Cross]

The Strong and Willing VIII

After my sleep, I was tired, I went to the bar and took my morning Martini, shaken not stirred. It felt well, I was optimistic after this horrible work at night.
I want to make a sandwich but first I visit my room for a morning news on TV.

I heard some noise, it was on street, then the slam of the door from an auto-car, Some voices.
Carefully I walked on my toes to the closed curtain and wanted to peep through a split. I saw several cars, from officials.

I looked if I saw the neighbour, what must he be angry, such fuss around his garden!
Other people living here stood before my door but I could not see who they were. Only voices. One said that he was murdered after a robbery. Another that his heroine-shot had been lethal.
I saw a police-officer, some agents in white clothes, perhaps to investigate every square cm for objects.

Some other vehicles drove here, I could not see what they were.

Enough, I said to me, but my interest was waken and I went to the corridor behind the door to hear what they said.
Their voices were rather clear and said that the street was in panic with such severe crime here, we must close the door carefully every night! And that man who live here, does he know something? I smiled, he was in panic too. His peace of mind to live here completely destroyed...

Enough, I want to make my breakfast.

With my bread and coffee I sat down and opened my TV, the municipal channel.

After some minutes I saw the girl with her text. A dead body found, cruelly wounded. A severe crime, perhaps torture.

After an half hour the journalists asked the officer questions. He said before the cameras that it was a young man, lean, no identification. He was naked and put in a pocket-bag. It was from the army, he completed. The wounds, so the first provisional investigation yielded, were from tying. He was underfeed.

Could it be a mistreatment?

Can, he answered, but who must have laid him in a bag?

Is he murdered here?

We believe the body is dropped here.

What does say the owner of the garden?

He knows nothing, has heard nothing.

Is there not a relationship with?

He said no.

Why in his garden?

He can not understand.

Those wounds on wrists en ankles, is that perhaps a from a Satanic sect?

We have no prove.

And is it perhaps a execution from the KKK?

Another said that they do not murder their own race.

Is it a play in an SM-room?

The wounds should give an indication in this direction.

Is it plausible that the victim has been crucified?

The wounds on arms and legs give such presumption.

An hour later the news-girl said that a strange powder, found over his body, was detect as bell pepper of paprica.

Than he is a Paprica Murder.

The rest of the day hundreds of speculations were announced that a Paprica Murder is a serial killer, roaming here. He will come back, they predicted.

I smiled, but more time I had not, my serious work this day is thoroughly clean the torture from from all dna.

 

[Fox-on-Cross]

The Strong and Willing IX

To clean is hard work, all dna-samples must be removed. Every molecule protein too, to make visible by investigation with luminol. Therefore I have to take all cleaning solutions stored in the kitchen.

After drying extra vacuuming and destroy the trash-bag.

But what to do with his personal things? A leather jack has a certain worth, I could sell him and than of course in another point of the town. His bag I will fill with stones and jet at night from the bridge in the river. I decide later.

What a work, without music it is not done. But constantly working means that to reach an end.

Time for a rest with a drink and a sandwich. Le me see what the TV (of my town) says.

After some minutes I saw a breaking news. There come new results of the police investigation.

We know his name: Marcel Petiot, born a town away. He has no schooling, was as youngster addict. Most of his time he worked in a stockroom and stole all what he could get. He got fired and committed robberies. Some burglaries in pharmacies.
He was married. She comes later here.

And then I heard about her personal life: all misery which stores the clock. She declared to undergo every day flogging with rape, another word is not possible. All instances I got for help. Then with two strong neighbours I kicked him out of my house.
Then I never saw him again.

The officer said more. His injuries are from a strong tie, perhaps his arms fixed above his head. That could be a cause of death by suffocation. It seems a crucifixion. His genitals were burned. But there is more, the laboratory found stuff in his blood which can give a paralysis. Both give a speedily death. The place of passing is unknown. His dead was at least two days before we found his corpus.

I now surely know, I am used as executor!

Our investigations are not closed, we shall search in the environment where his body was found.

I understand: they will come here! What a luck that my work has been done!

After my work I got desperate feelings of pessimism. All what you have reached is nothing, I say to myself. What to do now? I do not know. My cross is away, can I ever make other dates in my house? That will be suspicious by the people around me.

What?

Help me!

Then my inner voice whispered: Why not rent a room?

I will do.

 

[Jollyrei]

Interesting.

 

[Fox-on-Cross]

Interesting.

Wait for about 3 weeks.

 

[Fox-on-Cross]

The Strong and Willing X

O, that cleaning, what an hour of work!
To protect myself that no one ever could find some DNA.
But what to do with his things? Coat, bag shoes...
Perhaps throw them in the trash-container but some ramblers could steal them?
Or I make a bag filled with stones and sway it into the river.
Good idea when no one sees it.

Few days after I got a mail with an offer for a commercial room. It was a cellar under a large house old style provided with central heating. I make an appointment with the owner.
Indeed, a large room under street level. Space enough for my cross but that stays secret.
Not so fine is the door between the cellar and the corridor in his house. No privacy! Can I close this, I asked him. That is a problem, he said, there must stay an emergency exit. But when I work here, that should be? He kept silence what means agreement.
Of course when I work there I will barricade the door with the cracks taping, I thought.

Then my work to install the cross; in contrast to my house I make a temporary installation: a cross hanging in hooks under the condition that stipes and patibulum have not a single tolerance, it seems fixed but it can be removed. I succeed.
Then black curtains before the windows so that no pedestrian can look into. And tape to make the door waterproof.

Then I bought 50 kilo modelling clay because I had present myself as sculptor. Can he proudly say against his family to have an artist under his house...
But that has the effect to make some fake pictures. I think on Henry Moore who made holes in his work, every hole makes the object more interesting and more expensive.

I was glad to have reached this level of work and become the chance to forget the miserable past.

But firstly to try my cross. I put off my clothes and bound my wrists with ropes and set down a sort of footrest. The moment had come to feel my full weight on my arms and shoulders. I was happy, the silence, some autos not so bad, the smell of ground. When I have wet sculptures I can smell these too. Twenty minutes were enough, nudely I disassemble the cross and count the minutes. Splendid, so quick all was finished. The beams were so called used for exposing and drying new art work.

All over, I removed the tape of the door and closed the cellardoor.

Once home I found on the ground a letter... from the police station. The officer asked me to visit my house for a talk.

My God, is there never an end?

 

[Fox-on-Cross]

The Strong and Willing XI

My new torture-room, a real cellar, was furnished, or exactly becrossed. I was proud, several weeks work, no meddling from the homeowner, silence but sometimes a little traffic-noise before the door. I had installed thick and black curtains, and had invented a story I only can make my sculptures without induced daylight...
My first appointment made on the dating-website SM. In fact a risk but I wear a nick. Now firstly I must reveal my atelier-address. I made a decision to go at home with a large detour, for all security. A periwig is too crazy so this not.

At just time he rings the bell. He was an elder man, perhaps a person of fifty, little belly from the Guinness. Further a civilized man with a certain style.

After the greeting we walked around. Then I moved aside the inside-curtain so that the high-tech cross-installation became visible. He gave a groan of respect and said that this is professional work! I was grateful but I know that after a compliment someone will forget his diplomacy. And discretion is this case is a neck-affair...

He asked me how long I already do this crucifixion-work. Several years, I said, not since my youth, that is too much information.
Than about the wood, the cuffs, medical prophylaxis, flogging, limits of pain, audio or video, discretion or better secrecy.
A certain agreement before what can, may of is not wished (both sides).
That means a contract?
I like security, he said.
Something like a RACK, I asked?
You mean that Risk-aware consensual kink, that is intellectual bull-shit, he answered. I will have a simple list made with my wishes and what You can do.
You like pain and suffering?
Of course, he confirmed, but I was always alone and the first time in company also is for me a risk so that I will possess a real security not to get an accident. And he appended:
"All my philosophy is patior, ergo sum."
Make your list, I said, but now you here are, say me succinctly what you think.

I heard a story from him. Flogging, beating with wood, than bound on the cross. The cuff I have he likes.
The duration?
Minimum 20 minutes with an extension to 40.
Never nails?
Excluded, perhaps in future making a little wound into the palm. But no blood!
A crown of thorns?
No visible wounds, of course I must go home to my family.

He required a signature.

I hesitated, that implicates to put a false name and that is penal.

But how to guarantee a fair SM by crucify?

I did know it, there must be a form of trust! I confidence you and you me, that is normal between civilized beings.

I took my decision: no paper contract but only an oral agreement.

Perhaps he accepted this, he said not so much more.

We made a date.

When he was away I was afraid. Such an unknown man with so many questions. Is he true? No spy? Will he really come back? I always hesitate, mankind is miserable.

Than I went to home where after few hours police will come for a talk or something.

 

[Fox-on-Cross]

The Strong and Willing XII

Quickly I drove to my home.
What will happen?
Policemen have had a training in interrogation, how to resist?
Speak or silence?
When speaking you betray yourself, without will.
When keeping silent you have to conceal something.

I will wait.

When they come in, after polity request, they immediately began to praise my home. A trick, I thought, to reassure me, so that I go to confess. What confess, what know they?

How long do you live here?, they asked.
Twelve years, I answered.
Live you happy?
Yes, I said.
So, you have a good relationship with your neigbours?
A trick, I thought, when I say yes, they don't believe, when no, they will ask why not.
I diplomatically answered: as normal.

A moment of silence.

Live you alone?
I think they have seen my date from the municipal office.
But I confirmed.
Have you visitors?
This become a problem, I will protect my privacy.
I said this in some way.

A silence again.

Have you activities outdoors?
What do you mean?
Clubs, organizations?
Some pubs, I said.

Do you contact men or women in pubs?
What I see, some volatile talks, I said.

What are your favorite games?
I did not answer.

Have you a relationship?
I whisted.

To be alone is not pretty, they lured me.
I am not alone, I said.

Family, friends, residents?
I saw a red signal, this becomes dangerous.
A long time of muteness.

Are you straight?
I think such question is forbidden in democracy.

Have you Internet?
Yes, I said. Especially e-mail.

What are you favorite websites?
News, fora and astronomy.

They had could ask me if I will to go to the moon...

Know you discussions about sex?

Now I became angry, I did not say, but this is an intrusion in my life.
I said nothing. But I doubt to have given a good answer.

They walked a few steps and asked to see my rooms.
I must agree otherwise they think that I hide something.

Walking through all rooms, in the former torture-chamber they looked into all corners. There is nothing strange to see, I thought. Even the balcony.

Sir, We thank you for your hospitality.

WHEN THEY COME IN THE CORRIDOR THE LAST QUESTION WAS IF I INTERCOMMUNICATE WELL WITH MY NEIGBOUR, SINGULAR NOW.

Double question, perhaps they will check if the earlier given answer agrees.

I was afraid, such a direct attack I did not expected.
All answers are wrong, the yes and the no.

I said: as normal.

But I understand the trick: He is the traitor, no other person can jump a dead body in his garden then I.
But this is not a valid evidence, only an incitement!