With two of the chisels you trace a path of pain on my skin, from my hands to my breasts, pressing the areoles firmly with the tips, arousing pain and pleasure that vibrate every sinew of my body....twists with silk cords around my wrists ... a chisel-spike between each rope and wrist. You twist them, tightening the ropes. Kneeling, you position the tip against the wood, give it a hammer-blow
Now from my pubic bone down to my feet you draw figures with the chisel-tips ...stab me with your cock, divinely raping your cross-nailed victim. I squirm with pleasure, ... a piece of bare flesh nailed to the cross, the sacrificial victim of this initiation rite.