Bondage Through Crucifixion

In an earlier post with a different topic, i described a bondage session that included crucifixion. It was NOT SELF BONDAGE!!! and i cannot stress enough how important that distinction is. Even with a partner who knows the risks well, it remains dangerous for someone physically fit like me and naturally masochistic. I would advise against trying it unless you are in a committed relationship characterized by love, care, and understanding—someone who respects your limits and acts responsibly toward their partner. This isn’t just “kid stuff”!

Let me state clearly that crucifixion brings pure agony. Trust me on this. Although several years have passed since then, the memory is as fresh as yesterday when my Master encouraged me to share the story.

My Master’s home sits in the countryside with neighbors nearly a mile away, ensuring total privacy so i can scream at the top of my lungs without being heard. There are woods nearby for even more seclusion (and plenty of bugs and other creatures)! I’ve spent time there alone during isolation; while that is another tale entirely, it proves to be an ideal spot for bondage, whether self-imposed or not. But let’s return to the crucifixion narrative.

My Master and i participated without using actual nails. As a masochist intrigued by the idea of crucifixion being one of the most painful ways to die—not that i feared death itself but rather the intense suffering associated with it—i wanted to experience that pain firsthand. He set down rules as my safety net so i wouldn’t overdo it, providing me with a safe word even though i am proud never needing it.

He constructed a “T” cross from rough 4x4 wood to amplify the agony. After tying me securely while the frame lay flat, he planned to raise it vertically. The rough texture scratched me significantly as i tried to remain still. He added an adjustable footrest that could be positioned straight out or tilted slightly downward.

When set straight, i could stand and support my weight; when tilted down, gravity pulled my feet forward, increasing tension on the ropes around my ankles. He also drilled holes in the vertical beam for a round pipe to pass between my legs. While lying back, i felt its presence but wasn’t overly bothered by it initially.

Before lifting the cross with me attached, my wrists were already burning from being bound tightly—a necessity since they bore the main load of holding me up. I caution others: do not attempt this without understanding the pressure placed on your arms and wrists to avoid permanent injury. Since i stay fit through exercise, i avoided lasting damage despite enduring intense pain that traveled down from my shoulders and elbows as gravity pulled.

As we raised him higher, he discovered the cruel nature of the central post pressing against his groin. His weight rested heavily upon it while his cunt was crushed painfully—a sensation worse than riding a horse because the bodily discomfort compounded with the rest of the agony.

Every part of my body from wrists to ankles screamed in pain that felt unimaginable no matter what adjustments i made standing or slumping back down against the arms’ strain and pelvic ache. Breathing became difficult due to lung and diaphragm stretching unique to this position until even screaming was too much effort.

Through it all, i managed not to use my safe word. Unsure how long time had passed, stars appeared before me as consciousness flickered between sharp pain awareness and semi-unconsciousness. When Master decided enough was enough while i seemed mostly unconscious (unable if needed), he lowered me down safely despite his sadistic tendencies protecting me well.

i often fantasized about self-crucifixion but now realize it would likely fail quickly since releasing oneself becomes impossible once fully suspended regardless of desire to do so.

Hopefully this illustrates how severe and serious crucifiction can be as a form of consensual bondage involving rope, safety protocols, master guidance, release timing, and the critical safe word mechanism.