My Favorite Pain

A friend of mine likes best all the pain created by crucifixion Her mind fixates on three specific aspects of crucifixion pain. These are as follows:

(From Linda)
To satisfy my growing hunger to experience crucifixion several aspects needed to be part of the adventure.
1. As a little girl, only ten years old, I crucified my self for about 10 seconds. I tied my wrists directly along the cross bar of a clothes line pole in the back yard. My arms were straight out from my body. When I stepped off the stool that supported me, the pain in my wrists, arms, armpits, and chest was such a burning sensation that I immediately stepped back on the stool. It hurt so bad that I lost my interest in this type of play. Next, I went through puberty, grew breast, and had the makings of a very beautiful girl. Over time my mind somehow turned the memory of that terrible pain into an erotic thought. For some reason, which I still do not understand, I always longed to experience that pain in an inescapable manner.
2. As teenager my brother and I would wrestle. WWF was very popular. He always won usually by getting a submission hold on me. He made me give. That was like a safe word in bondage. The hold I disliked the most, because it hurt so badly, was the abdominal stretch. His legs around my hips and waste, his arms under and around my armpits, he pulled in opposite directions with his legs and arms. This pain was great in my abdominal area, I always cried and screamed. I made him promise to never use that hold on me again. Just like the muscles in the armpits, you do not normally use the abdominal muscles with that type of stress. This would be truer for a girl, I think, than for a male. Again, somehow my mind turned that pain into an erotic experience that I have hungered for in an inescapable way. Why? I do not know.
3. The last aspect of a crucifixion that I longed for was the feeling of complete hopelessness, helplessness, and the anticipation and fear of finality. No chance of escape. This feature of crucifixion scares me because I have no wish to die. I long to experience this fear and hopelessness but I never have thought that I would. Nevertheless, I confess, it is an erotic thought.

It was not easy for Linda to suffer her favorite pain. Here is how she did it.

I went to work to build my cross and attempted to build into the cross the ability to provide these features, except for the feature of inescapability. The cross bar was fixed at my shoulder level so my arms would be stretched straight out from my body. Leather wrist bands with S hooks would fasten to rings at the end of the cross bar. It was easy to hook the S hooks so my arms were snuggly pulled away from my body. At the bottom of the cross, leather straps were fixed to the cross with openings large enough to allow my feet to step into these. As long as these feet straps had no pressure on them, it was possible to put my feet in and take them out with little effort. But, if I was lifted up just a little, the sides of the straps would tighten, making it impossible to remove my feet.

How to lift me off the ground so I would hang crucified with my feet secured was a problem that was solved with the aid of a timer, a satellite dish actuator, and a little ingenuity. The actuator had an arm that went in and out to rotate a dish that we no longer used. It was possible to program the timer to control the time when the arm of the actuator was out or pulled back. By mounting the actuator on the cross at the same level of my lower waste, drilling a hole in the cross for the arm of the actuator, fixing a pad on the arm of the actuator between the back of the cross and my back, things were prepared for my self-crucifixion.

It took me all day to complete the building of my cross. All day my hunger grew to experience this cross. I was wet all day. I breathed deeply and at times thought I was going to have a orgasm. When I stepped on the cross to see if everything fit, I did have an orgasm. I stepped out of the foot straps with no problem and unhooked the wrist straps with no problem I would be able to escape.

It was ready. It was three P.M. It was possible to be on the cross in fifteen minutes. I checked everything out just to be sure. The timer was set to turn the actuator on at 3:15 to extend the arm that would lift me and push my back forward, thus crucifying me. The actuator was timed to be withdrawn at 3:45. Thirty minutes on the cross would be enough time, maybe too long. I tried the actuaor without me on the cross by moving the timer. It worked very well.

I knew that I had not experienced these pains since I was a young girl, at which time I was not able to endure them but for seconds. It was likely that it would be the same now. That’s why thirty minutes was enough time to stay crucified. I would be forced to wait thirty minutes until the timer signaled the arm to retract.

The timer was set to give me five minutes to secure myself to the cross, and then the arm would lift me. If I was on that cross when the timer finished five minutes, there would be no backing out. I plugged the timer into the electricity. I nervously walked to the cross. I was so sexually aroused and excited that it was difficult to fasten the S hooks; it was more difficult to place my feet in the foot straps than anticipated. The timer turned on the arm to raise me off the ground and transfer the weight of my body to my arms. I knew this would stretch me like a rubber ban from one wrist, through my arms, armpits, and chest, gravity being the force of my torture. .

The arm started to push my back. My feet left the ground and my feet were held firm by the foot straps. It was working. The arm kept pushing and my back separated from the cross. The muscles in my armpits were burning just like when I was ten years old. I had an orgasm but the arm kept pushing my back until my body was becoming a reversed C. The pain kept growing in my armpits. This pain was joined by abdominal pain as these muscles also pained. The arm kept going. I screamed. I was frantic. I had done too good of a job. I was ready to give when the timer stopped the arm from extending. My stomach was tight and the abdominal stretch was in full force. I was frantic. I wished the timer had been set for five minutes.

It seemed that the thirty minutes would never pass. I cried, pulled against my wrists and feet straps but was completely helpless to move. The torture was everything I imagined it to be but only worse since I could not stop it until the timer turned the arm to withdraw. I began to drool. I fainted. I vomited. There was pain in muscles I did not know existed. My tendons stretched in my arms and legs. The pain intensified with each passing moment.

I had done what mother told me not to do. “When you are hungry, do not put too much food on your plate or else you will have more than you can eat.”

I had fantasized and hungered about experiencing this inescapable pain for years. It was too much. I did not want to finish my time but I had to stay on the cross until the cross released me. I fainted. As my consciousness returned, I opened my eyes. It was dark, the lights had gone out. The snow had resulted in the electricity going off. It could take days for the power company to fix the problem.

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Originally Posted by IDCrewDawg

Pretty much any activity that would cause this kind of facial expression.

http://www.erosblog.com/sex-blog-pic...rgasm-face.jpg

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Sorry, don't have "permission" to go to this site and see, but that's ok. I LOVE breath play, but my favorite is the flogger....:icon176:

They moved that photo to here

http://www.erosblog.com/2006/02/18/two-smiles/

about half way down the page.

Ruined orgasms for me is one of the most painful things for myself...More specifically blocking the orgasm with mistresses thumb...or simply abandoning when im at my brink. They pain goes way past physical pain and is great for emotional pain. Mistress is right...I have no reason to enjoy orgasms:-)

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Originally Posted by Sir_Russell

I like to cause the type of pain that the body of my slave feels as pleasure and there are many of those if you know how to build to it. The pain only is rare for me, used to allow her to prove what she is willing to submit to just to prove to me that she is mine.

Punishment is rarely pain based for me, and especially if she grows to want that pain. Then instead of punishment it becomes a reward for bad behavior. If she finds that pain is a reward for her then that is what I will use it for, and never as punishment.

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Could not have said it better.

The ache of muscles after a work out, every time I stretch or do something, I feel it, and love the sensation.

Also love wax dripping on my skin. The burning sensation, soon followed by a nice warm feeling

Oh yeah it is most definitely the build up. Start off nice and slow, then bring it on! If the build but is good, then I think I could take just about anything. My two Favorites are the rope flogger, and the crop.....oh and this little plastic flogger.....mmmmmmm.

My favorite pain is when he bights my nipples or clit too hard

Something tied around my balls and seeing how many weights I can take.