Fliegerbiene
Spectator
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.
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.