Crucifixion for me is erotic, being manhandled by my captors my clothes ripped from me, dragged and held by strong arms against the horizontal beam, after being made to carry it through crowds of heckling spectators. As my helpless body lies held firmly to the cross, I see the approach of my executioner his with nails and a large hammer, my mind then recalls accounts on the Cruxforums Web Site of nails being beaten through hands and feet, bones shattering, my body nailed by only my hands to the thick cross bar, being hauled up onto the vertical post as my legs dangle towards the ground as I gain height waiting for my executioner to nail them with more shattering of bones and beyond bearable pain, to their final resting place at the base of my cross. It’s then that my erotic fantasy dies, and the reality of it all kicks in. I just cannot see eroticism, and cannot imagine anyone else seeing it, passed the point of that first nail poised against the flesh of an open palm waiting of the executioners hammer to strike.
I’ve been into B.D.S.M. for a long time, nipple torture, canning, flogging and much more. We have our safe words when things get to heavy. So during a flogging when the pain ceases to be erotic and crosses to what I call real pain, we simple say stop. I know my limits on this so if I was in the position of being tortured or crucified or whatever for real, I think erotic thoughts would be far from my mind and suicide upper most in my thoughts. For all the poor souls, men, women, and children, throughout time that have endured crucifixion, and torture, there was no safe words for them.
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