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Unfortunately, the hook suspension is not painful (I tried it and was disenchanted - all my wrong impressions were gone in few seconds); just hanging there with no stress - while straddling a painful seat on a cross was way more painful (i.e. painful at all). My masseur was, however, confused when finding those (still headling) spot scars months later.
I know a very painful hook suspension. Take a pointed hook and drill it in her pussy, so it gets out of her buttocks. You can suspend her at the hook and enjoy this wriggling body.
 
OK ! I could be attracted by barbed wires but only in fantasy ... Never I've tried them in reality , I'm too much afraid that it could bring some bloody wounds and I'm not for that ...
Ok for the sufferings but without blood !
And even if these cuts are soft, are they caused by sterilized wires ? No , obviously not , it would be more complicated to have enough sterilized barbed wires and it could bring infections ...
It's certainly not the tarjet and in these conditions, I prefer to shun ...
Safety in first , for real BDSM of course ...
 
OK ! I could be attracted by barbed wires but only in fantasy ... Never I've tried them in reality , I'm too much afraid that it could bring some bloody wounds and I'm not for that ...
Ok for the sufferings but without blood !
And even if these cuts are soft, are they caused by sterilized wires ? No , obviously not , it would be more complicated to have enough sterilized barbed wires and it could bring infections ...
It's certainly not the tarjet and in these conditions, I prefer to shun ...
Safety in first , for real BDSM of course ...
If you only can imagine to do this, it's great. For the rest could be found solutions, e.g. to sterilize the wire thoroughly. It turns me on thinking about pressing slowly a girl on high heels and nylons in a mini skirt with her thighs against the barbed wire. Than to turn her around and press the calves and the back side of her thighs against it. And to feel her jerking flesh.
 
OK ! I could be attracted by barbed wires but only in fantasy ... Never I've tried them in reality , I'm too much afraid that it could bring some bloody wounds and I'm not for that ...
Ok for the sufferings but without blood !
And even if these cuts are soft, are they caused by sterilized wires ? No , obviously not , it would be more complicated to have enough sterilized barbed wires and it could bring infections ...
It's certainly not the tarjet and in these conditions, I prefer to shun ...
Safety in first , for real BDSM of course ...
Yes, seems sensible. The pictures are amazing though. Nice fantasies!
 
I would think that sterilizing wire properly would be hard without access to an autoclave, and even then, I wouldn't be 100% certain. But most things on this site, whether pictures or stories, are in the realm of fantasy, like the car chase scenes in movies. IRL those generally don't end well for the participants and sadly, for innocent bystanders also...Same with most of the stuff here, you can't count on the SWAT team to arrive in time (at least not with me directing them):D
 
I would think that sterilizing wire properly would be hard
Of course, it's what I said but dont be too much confident for the human stupidity, windar ... If you knew what was telling me a good doctor'friend who is often called when a BDSM'session is turning bad !
Fantasies can also bring a wish to try !
So, I repeat :
DONT PLAY THESE KIND OF GAME IN REALITY !
 
As the original poster, I echo Messaline's comment:

DONT PLAY THESE KIND OF GAME IN REALITY !


I know that most of us here live these fantasies almost exclusively in our heads (I think it is why this is such a creative and interesting site) but there will always be people who will be tempted to try something like this (or even more extreme - doctors do indeed talk about these things all the time!)* so it is always worth repeating.


*Details available on request
 
For a very long and painful crucifixion of a rebel girl.

1st day,
Lay the girl down on her cross.
Tie her arms and legs firmly with barbed wire.

2nd day, morning.
Nail her right hand.

2nd day, evening.
Nail her left hand.

3rd day, morning.
Nail her right foot.

3rd day, evening.
Nail her left foot.

4th day, morning.
Nail her right wrist.

4th day, evening.
Nail her left wrist.
Take the barbed wire off.

5th day, morning.
Push a second nail through her right foot.

5th day, evening.
Push a second nail through her left foot.

6th day, morning.
Push a third nail through her right foot.

6th day, evening.
Push a third nail through her left foot.

7th day, morning.
Raise her cross.
She will stay exposed for one entire day.

8th day, evening.
Lay the cross with the crucified girl on the ground.

9th day, morning.
Tear off a nail from her right foot.

9th day, evening.
Tear off a nail from her left foot.

10th day, morning.
Tear off a second nail from her right foot.

10th day, evening.
Tear off a second nail from her left foot.

11th day, morning.
Tear off a nail from her right wrist.

11th day, evening.
Tear off a nail from her left wrist.
She is still crucified, with the four nails through her hands, and the middle of her feet.

12th day, morning.
Tear off a nail from her right hand.

12th day, evening.
Tear off a nail from her left hand.

13th day, morning.
Tear off the last nail from her right foot.

13th day, evening.
Tear off the last nail from her left foot.
The girl is released.
Bring her to the public square.
Everybody can touch her hands and feet, and put the finger into the holes of the nails.
That's what appends to the rebels.

A bit early, but catalogues are already coming ...

On the first day of Cruxmas my true love bound my limbs
with barbed-wire bondage on the cross.

On the second day of Cruxmas my true love hammered me,
nails through both my hands,
with barbed-wire bondage on the cross.

On the third day of Cruxmas my true love hammered me,
nails through both my feet,
nails through both my hands,
with barbed-wire bondage on the cross.

On the fourth day of Cruxmas my true love hammered me,
nails through both my wrists,
nails through both my feet,
nails through both my hands,
and took off the barbed-wire from the cross.

On the fifth day of Cruxmas my true love hammered me,
yes, still more nails!
Nails through both my wrists,
nails through both my feet,
nails through both my hands,
but no more barbed-wire on the cross.

On the sixth day of Cruxmas my true love hammered me,
nails and nails through both feet
and still more nails!
Nails through both my wrists,
nails through both my feet,
nails through both my hands,
but no more barbed-wire on the cross.

On the seventh day of Cruxmas my true love raised me up,
nailed on the big cross,
nails and nails through both feet
and still more nails!
Nails through both my wrists,
nails through both my feet,
nails through both my hands,
but no more barbed-wire on the cross.

On the eighth day of Cruxmas my true love laid me down,
cruxed on the hard ground,
nailed on the big cross,
nails and nails through both feet
and still more nails!
Nails through both my wrists,
nails through both my feet,
nails through both my hands,
but no more barbed-wire on the cross.

On the ninth day of Cruxmas my true love tortured me,
tore nails from my feet,
cruxed on the hard ground,
nailed on the big cross,
nails out of both feet
yet still more nails!
Nails through both my wrists,
nails through both my feet,
nails through both my hands,
but no more barbed-wire on the cross.

On the tenth day of Cruxmas my true love tortured me,
more nails from my feet,
still nails in my feet,
cruxed on the hard ground,
nailed on the big cross,
nails out of both feet
yet still more nails!
Nails through both my wrists,
nails through both my feet,
nails through both my hands,
but no more barbed-wire on the cross.

On th'eleventh day of Cruxmas my true love tortured me,
tore nails from my wrists,
still nails in my feet,
more nails in my feet,
cruxed on the hard ground,
nailed on the big cross,
nails out of both feet
yet still more nails!
Holes through both my wrists,
still nails in both my feet,
still nails in both my hands,
but no more barbed-wire on the cross.

On the twelfth day of Cruxmas my true love tortured me,
tore the nail from my left hand,
still nails in my feet,
more nails in my feet,
cruxed on the hard ground,
nailed on the big cross,
nails out of both feet
yet still more nails!
Holes through both my wrists,
still nails in both my feet,
still nails in both my hands,
but no more barbed-wire on the cross.

On the thirteenth day of Cruxmas my true love set me free,
tore out the last nails,
took me to the town square,
showed the holes in my feet,
nail-holes in my feet,
cruxed on the hard ground,
nailed on the big cross,
nail-holes in both feet
six iron nails!
Holes through both my wrists,
holes in both my feet,
holes in both my hands,
but no more barbed-wire on the cross.
 
A bit early, but catalogues are already coming ...

On the first day of Cruxmas my true love bound my limbs
with barbed-wire bondage on the cross.

On the second day of Cruxmas my true love hammered me,
nails through both my hands,
with barbed-wire bondage on the cross.

On the third day of Cruxmas my true love hammered me,
nails through both my feet,
nails through both my hands,
with barbed-wire bondage on the cross.

On the fourth day of Cruxmas my true love hammered me,
nails through both my wrists,
nails through both my feet,
nails through both my hands,
and took off the barbed-wire from the cross.

On the fifth day of Cruxmas my true love hammered me,
yes, still more nails!
Nails through both my wrists,
nails through both my feet,
nails through both my hands,
but no more barbed-wire on the cross.

On the sixth day of Cruxmas my true love hammered me,
nails and nails through both feet
and still more nails!
Nails through both my wrists,
nails through both my feet,
nails through both my hands,
but no more barbed-wire on the cross.

On the seventh day of Cruxmas my true love raised me up,
nailed on the big cross,
nails and nails through both feet
and still more nails!
Nails through both my wrists,
nails through both my feet,
nails through both my hands,
but no more barbed-wire on the cross.

On the eighth day of Cruxmas my true love laid me down,
cruxed on the hard ground,
nailed on the big cross,
nails and nails through both feet
and still more nails!
Nails through both my wrists,
nails through both my feet,
nails through both my hands,
but no more barbed-wire on the cross.

On the ninth day of Cruxmas my true love tortured me,
tore nails from my feet,
cruxed on the hard ground,
nailed on the big cross,
nails out of both feet
yet still more nails!
Nails through both my wrists,
nails through both my feet,
nails through both my hands,
but no more barbed-wire on the cross.

On the tenth day of Cruxmas my true love tortured me,
more nails from my feet,
still nails in my feet,
cruxed on the hard ground,
nailed on the big cross,
nails out of both feet
yet still more nails!
Nails through both my wrists,
nails through both my feet,
nails through both my hands,
but no more barbed-wire on the cross.

On th'eleventh day of Cruxmas my true love tortured me,
tore nails from my wrists,
still nails in my feet,
more nails in my feet,
cruxed on the hard ground,
nailed on the big cross,
nails out of both feet
yet still more nails!
Holes through both my wrists,
still nails in both my feet,
still nails in both my hands,
but no more barbed-wire on the cross.

On the twelfth day of Cruxmas my true love tortured me,
tore the nail from my left hand,
still nails in my feet,
more nails in my feet,
cruxed on the hard ground,
nailed on the big cross,
nails out of both feet
yet still more nails!
Holes through both my wrists,
still nails in both my feet,
still nails in both my hands,
but no more barbed-wire on the cross.

On the thirteenth day of Cruxmas my true love set me free,
tore out the last nails,
took me to the town square,
showed the holes in my feet,
nail-holes in my feet,
cruxed on the hard ground,
nailed on the big cross,
nail-holes in both feet
six iron nails!
Holes through both my wrists,
holes in both my feet,
holes in both my hands,
but no more barbed-wire on the cross.
Very nice.
I like your poem a lot.
Gives me a fine feeling and lets my blood run hot.
 
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