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My favorite fantasy about crucifixion

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I've dreamed of crucifixions since I was puberty. One of my favorite fantasies is the art exhibition with living objects. It takes place in a time-honored castle in the country. The public can follow marked paths that run through the vast park and follow a red line on the floor inside the castle. What is there to see? Crucifixions, of course! Crucifixions in all possible forms. (Not with nails, though, although I loved to fantasize about that, too.) But if it were to happen in reality, the crucified could only be attached to the cross with ropes or leather cuffs.

In my imagination I spent hours on a cross at such an exhibition. Always naked, of course! I think you should always be completely naked at a crucifixion. The visitors wandered through the park and looked at the crucifixes. There was the normal Latin crucifixion but also the T-cross. There were crosses made of wood but also made of stone. There were three huge crosses made of light marble to which a trio was always tied.

There were also various crucifixions inside the castle. There were large wooden crosses, and in some rooms the crucified were pinned directly to the wall. Many people were crucified side by side on a wrought-iron banister, and in a church that stood next to the castle, a girl was hanging from a free-floating cross that hung from the ceiling on a long chain. (I saw such a floating cross on a photo) But there were also trees that had grown so that you could tie a person to the branches as if crucified. There were low and high crosses.

Usually a crucified person would spend an hour on such a cross, but some would like to endure longer. They lasted two, three or more hours. And there were people who purposely allowed themselves to be cross-linked for a very long time. They then had to endure 8 hours or even a whole day. I was almost always with these people! The thought of suffering naked on a cross in front of the audience excited me beyond measure. To wriggle in front of the onlookers, moaning or sobbing loudly, was very arousing. I was ashamed because I was completely naked and at the same time it aroused me. I was sweating with pain and at some point I had to piss. I then had to do that in front of the audience. I was ashamed to death and yet I enjoyed it too.
There were also crosses to which a crucified person was not tied with ropes or leather cuffs, but his wrists and ankles were locked in iron. That was particularly painful.

In my imagination I spent many weekends in this wonderful art exhibition, trying all sorts of crosses. There was also an area where the audience could have invented crucifixions re-enacted. For example, my arms were tied over a round crossbar and my feet were pulled up behind the upright cross post so that my lower legs were strongly bent. I then had to endure for three hours while the audience looked at me curiously and took photos.

I still like to fantasize about this scenario today and dream myself into a world of fantasy in which I will be crucified whenever I wish. I would be interested if you have similar fantasies.
 
I love your handle fliegerbiene.

I've had crucifixion fantasies for as long as I can remember. As a young girl I invented a religion based on human sacrifice by crucifixion. A prophet called Veronica discovers new Gospels in which Jesus explains that "pick up your cross" is to be taken literally.

Maybe I'll write a story about it.

Yes the crucified one always has to be naked.
 

dfg42

Governor
I've dreamed of crucifixions since I was puberty. One of my favorite fantasies is the art exhibition with living objects. It takes place in a time-honored castle in the country. The public can follow marked paths that run through the vast park and follow a red line on the floor inside the castle. What is there to see? Crucifixions, of course! Crucifixions in all possible forms. (Not with nails, though, although I loved to fantasize about that, too.) But if it were to happen in reality, the crucified could only be attached to the cross with ropes or leather cuffs.
I imagine it, as if only young, beautiful females are crucified, but visitors came in pairs to enjoy it. What happened to the entry money? How about a small box at each cross to show some appreciation to the girl hanging there?
 

cire

Magistrate
I still like to fantasize about this scenario today and dream myself into a world of fantasy in which I will be crucified whenever I wish. I would be interested if you have similar fantasies.

Hi Fliegerbiene. As a little child I was forced to go to church (catholic). Since I had to be there, I took the chance to look a little closer at the paintings and statues, showing the crucified.

I enjoyed the twisted bodies, fixed with nails and ropes, and enjoyed to think about crucifixion itself. How about being crucified myself? How would I react? Helpless, exhibited to the crowd!
As a child only men were crucified in my fantasy. But then, being a teenager I started to have the idea, that women and men were crucified by the romans. I realized that the roman crucifixions probably had not much to do with what we see in churches, or how hollywood has shown it. I also realized that it arouses me. when I'm fully exposed in front of a crowd. Another aspect is the scenario of a roman execution site. Most likely, there is also dead bodies and skeletons hanging on crosses. Skulls and bones are piled up all over the place. What a scary sight, what a backdrop for the newly executed.

The first time that I admitted, that women got nailed naked to the cross, was overwhelming. Similar to what I experienced as a child, when we roleplayed crucifixion. Thinking the unthinkable, I fully enjoyed that moment, as the Legionaire actually completed the execution of my girlfriend when he drove the nail through her feet. Leaving her no other chance but to scream and to watch what he was doing to her.

Then some day at work, I was maybe 15 or 16 some colleague had left an Italian magazin with crucified women in our break room. What a scandal. My boss was upset, called it blasphemous and removed it, but of course only after I checked it out with pleasure. That was in 78 or 79. I realized that I'm not alone, that there is people out there that share my interest.

In the 80's Martin Scorsese directed his movie, showing for the first time in a more realistic, still moderate way, what could have happened during a crucifixion.

Today it feels very good that I can write about my crucifixion, or out of the perspective of other crucified, executioners, spectators and guards here in the forum.
The more sensitive I contemplate, the more painful, horryfying, humiliating the crucifixion can be. The people here probably know more about crucifixion than anybody else. It never gets boring..........:devil:
 
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Tenterden

Magistrate
This brings back memories of a school play I took part in of jesus trial and crucifixion which I played jesus it was done in the gym hall so we used the climbing frame for the flogging and then my crucifixion with ropes it was good
My mates wanted to rehearse the flogging and crux so we used my bedroom and sitting room for the trial when I'm the sitting room we went through what I had to say then led to the bedroom where I was stripped of my robe leaving me just wearing the loincloth I was ordered to lay on the bed I was then secured to it my my hands and ankles (beforehand I did say to the mates if they wanted to that could strip me naked so they did.) I was whipped with a light rope 49 times from my neck to my ankles I was then turned over retied and then whipped on my front 49 times
20201214_213244.jpgthis is how I was dressed up by the mates after then taken back to the sitting room where I did the rest of what I had to say then after that I was taken back to the bedrrom to be crucified on my bed I was stretched out and tied to the head board and my feet were crossed over and tied then secured to the bottom board I was laying there naked and went through what I had to say which lasted about 15 minutes by then my mouth was dry
The play went really well and I do still do the crucifixion scenes at home in my bedrroom on my own and sti'll get axdry mouth 20201228_213514.jpgthis was done last night also done with out a loincloth
 

cire

Magistrate
Hi Fliegerbiene. As a little child I was forced to go to church (catholic). Since I had to be there, I took the chance to look a little closer at the paintings and statues, showing the crucified.

I enjoyed the twisted bodies, fixed with nails and ropes, and enjoyed to think about crucifixion itself. How about being crucified myself? How would I react? Helpless, exhibited to the crowd!
As a child only men were crucified in my fantasy. But then, being a teenager I started to have the idea, that women and men were crucified by the romans. I realized that the roman crucifixions probably had not much to do with what we see in churches, or how hollywood has shown it. I also realized that it arouses me. when I'm fully exposed in front of a crowd. Another aspect is the scenario of a roman execution site. Most likely, there is also dead bodies and skeletons hanging on crosses. Skulls and bones are piled up all over the place. What a scary sight, what a backdrop for the newly executed.

The first time that I admitted, that women got nailed naked to the cross, was overwhelming. Similar to what I experienced as a child, when we roleplayed crucifixion. Thinking the unthinkable, I fully enjoyed that moment, as the Legionaire actually completed the execution of my girlfriend when he drove the nail through her feet. Leaving her no other chance but to scream and to watch what he was doing to her.

Then some day at work, I was maybe 15 or 16 some colleague had left an Italian magazin with crucified women in our break room. What a scandal. My boss was upset, called it blasphemous and removed it, but of course only after I checked it out with pleasure. That was in 78 or 79. I realized that I'm not alone, that there is people out there that share my interest.

In the 80's Martin Scorsese directed his movie, showing for the first time in a more realistic, still moderate way, what could have happened during a crucifixion.

Today it feels very good that I can write about my crucifixion, or out of the perspective of other crucified, executioners, spectators and guards here in the forum.
The more sensitive I contemplate, the more painful, horryfying, humiliating the crucifixion can be. The people here probably know more about crucifixion than anybody else. It never gets boring..........:devil:
A little remark:
In my apprenticeship I had to forge nails. Of course did I make long ones to nail both feet on top of each other, and a shorter version for the wrists and a fixation with four nails. A quite interesting experience..........:D
 

Heineudo

Magistrate
A little remark:
In my apprenticeship I had to forge nails. Of course did I make long ones to nail both feet on top of each other, and a shorter version for the wrists and a fixation with four nails. A quite interesting experience..........:D
And did you really learn to forge?
 

Vindex

Magistrate
I've dreamed of crucifixions since I was puberty. One of my favorite fantasies is the art exhibition with living objects. It takes place in a time-honored castle in the country. The public can follow marked paths that run through the vast park and follow a red line on the floor inside the castle. What is there to see? Crucifixions, of course! Crucifixions in all possible forms. (Not with nails, though, although I loved to fantasize about that, too.) But if it were to happen in reality, the crucified could only be attached to the cross with ropes or leather cuffs.

In my imagination I spent hours on a cross at such an exhibition. Always naked, of course! I think you should always be completely naked at a crucifixion. The visitors wandered through the park and looked at the crucifixes. There was the normal Latin crucifixion but also the T-cross. There were crosses made of wood but also made of stone. There were three huge crosses made of light marble to which a trio was always tied.

There were also various crucifixions inside the castle. There were large wooden crosses, and in some rooms the crucified were pinned directly to the wall. Many people were crucified side by side on a wrought-iron banister, and in a church that stood next to the castle, a girl was hanging from a free-floating cross that hung from the ceiling on a long chain. (I saw such a floating cross on a photo) But there were also trees that had grown so that you could tie a person to the branches as if crucified. There were low and high crosses.

Usually a crucified person would spend an hour on such a cross, but some would like to endure longer. They lasted two, three or more hours. And there were people who purposely allowed themselves to be cross-linked for a very long time. They then had to endure 8 hours or even a whole day. I was almost always with these people! The thought of suffering naked on a cross in front of the audience excited me beyond measure. To wriggle in front of the onlookers, moaning or sobbing loudly, was very arousing. I was ashamed because I was completely naked and at the same time it aroused me. I was sweating with pain and at some point I had to piss. I then had to do that in front of the audience. I was ashamed to death and yet I enjoyed it too.
There were also crosses to which a crucified person was not tied with ropes or leather cuffs, but his wrists and ankles were locked in iron. That was particularly painful.

In my imagination I spent many weekends in this wonderful art exhibition, trying all sorts of crosses. There was also an area where the audience could have invented crucifixions re-enacted. For example, my arms were tied over a round crossbar and my feet were pulled up behind the upright cross post so that my lower legs were strongly bent. I then had to endure for three hours while the audience looked at me curiously and took photos.

I still like to fantasize about this scenario today and dream myself into a world of fantasy in which I will be crucified whenever I wish. I would be interested if you have similar fantasies.

Welcome Fliegerbiene. Many of us here share the same fantasy. Each one of us comes here with our own sensibility and the scenarios we have worked out in our heads.

Personally, I too was caught up in this fantasy in my childhood and it has never left me since. I like yours as well.

I'm more interested in transporting myself back to the ancient Roman period. I appreciate all shapes of crosses, but with a particular affection for the "X" cross.

Of course nudity is required for the crucified, but personally I see myself wearing a small loincloth that the executioners will tear off after my flogging, just as I lie on the cross.

I look forward to reading you.
 
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