I am new here and would like to share with you my premier experience in this lifestyle

I have always been interested in Roman history. Being Catholic, I was deluged with the images of Christ hanging on the cross. I remember having a dogwood tree in our backyard yard, and I would climb up into it and dangle from the branches, feeling quite helpless and aroused. As I became older, my dominant side took over and my desire was to find someone I could force to hang on a cross.

I met a woman on an interent chat site who was into the art of Dolcett and willing to be my prisoner. We met and I brought her to a storage warehouse I leased where I had contructed a cross out of 2x12 boards. I had 1 eyering installed in the top of the vertical beam and one on each side of the horizontal beam with ropes going over 3 sheaves at the ceiling so that I could lift the cross into place.

When we met, she was wearing a very tight and short red skirt, stilletto heels, stockings garterbelt, and a white blouse. She was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were small, but very firm, and her nipples pushed mightily against her top. When she came into the room I told her to turn around and face the wall. She did immediately. I went up behind her and handcuffed her, using genuine cuffs a police officeer friend had given me. I then pulled her over towards a table I had set up and pushed her into a chair. I then took some leather cuffs and shackled her legs.

She would not look at me while I restrained her. I walked behind the table and sat down. "You have been brought here tonight to answer to the charges of being a slut. How do you plead?" With that, she looked up, tried to spit at me and yelled "Fuck you" at me. I got up and went over to her. I pulled her blouse open and attached a set of nipple clamps on her. Grabbing her hair and pushing her head back, I asked again "How do you plead?" She stared at me with a look that could kill and said "Not guilty".

With that I let go of her hair and walked back behind the table. I opened a folder of pictures I had printed off the internet of women giving head and getting fucked. "Here is the evidence that you are a slut", I told her. I proceeded to take each picture out, walk over to her and throw each picture at her while telling her of the "vile and disgusting" acts she had been photographed doing. She stayed silent the whole time, just staring at me. I walked back to the table, sat down and said, "Your silence is admission of your guilt. You are therefore found guilty of being a slut. Your punishment will be to be flogged and crucified on the cross".

"NOOOO!", she yelled out. With that outburst I went over and gagged her. I unshackled her legs and led her over to a steel column in the room. I took off her skirt, reshackled her legs around the column, then undid her handcuffs, took off her blouse and recuffed her around the pole. She was bound to the pole wearign only her garterbelt, stockings and heels. Coming up behind her I grabbed her ass and started whispering in her ear. "Slut is gonna pay now. When you fuck around, you need to fuck around with the right guys or else they're gonna make you pay". I slid my hand down her ass between her legs and found her sopping wet. I could hear her moan through the gag while my fingers explored her labia. I pinched her clit and she jumped and moaned. Then I went to get my paddle and came back to her. I rubbed her ass with the paddle and then proceeded to smack her ass cheeks 10 times. I then took my flogger and went across her back with it 10 times ( I did not do this hard at all per our agreement). Then I went back to the paddle for 10 more smacks onher ass. Finally the flogger 9 times across her back for the 39 lashes.

I went back to her and noticed she was crying. I ungagged her to which she immediately shouted "Fuck you, you bastard! So I am a slut, I'd rather hang on the cross than have your cock anywhere in me!". The tears were real and she still was in the fantasy. What an incredibly erotic moment that was for me. "Then hang on the cross you will", I replied. I unshackled her legs from around the pole then undid her handcuffs and quickly got her arms from around the pole before I recuffed her. With my hand on her neck, I led her over to the cross.

"Before you hang, do you have any last words?" "Yes", she answered. "I am a slut and I love it". With that she sat down on the cross. I undid her handcuffs and laid her down. She extended her arms and I lashed the left arm to the crossbeam at her wrist around her armpit and then I did the right similarly. I left her there on the hard wood and cold floor for a few minutes while I went out to my car to get something. I came back in with a wooden bracket I had made to which I mounted a vibrator. As she laid on the cross on the floor, I spread her legs to the outside of the 2x12s which made up the vertical beam. With her legs spread and her cunt fully exposed, I ran my fingers in and out of her cunt and wiped it on the vibrator. I made the bracket with a slot for the vibrator, so I could adjust it to the perfect position. With the vibrator wet from her pussy juices, I shoved it into her cunt. I then attached the bracket to the cross with wood screws. One last thing to do. I had some red watercolor paint. "You will now pay the price for being a slut, and you will be a warning for all other women". I then painted SLUT on her belly with the red paint.

She was now attached to the cross and ready to be stood up. The ropes were through the eyerings, across the sheaves and laying on the floor. I turned on the vibrator and she immediately moaned "Oh my God!". I took the ropes, atatched them to a forklift that was in the warehouse, and backed the forklift up, slowly raising the cross. What a beautiful sight to see my structure come vertical and to have a beautiful woman dangling from it. When the cross was vertical. I went over to the cross and stood by her, mocking her and berating her. All her weight was being borne by her arms and her legs moved back and forth as the vibrator whirred away in her cunt. She kept throwing her head to the left and right while I shouted barbs at her and then she stiffened up and had one of the most intense orgasms I have ever seen a woman have. She was fucking that vibrator with amazing intensity considering her physical limitations. Finally she gave the code word, whereupon I turned off the vibrator and lowered the cross back to the floor.

I unlashed her and the ropes had left a few burn marks, especially around her pits. I carried her over to a small sofa that was in the corner of the warehouse and laid her down. I then wiped her body with a wet sponge and wrapped her in a sheet. I let her relax for a few moments while I put our playthings away.

When I returned to her, she told me she had never experienced an orgasm so intense. She then took off the sheet, sat me on the couch, undid my pants and fellated my enlarged cock. She took every bit of my orgasm down her throat. With that we went back and got her clothes and proceeded out to our cars. We never had the opportunity to experience another scene together, for she moved across country for her job. It was an experience that I will never forget and desire to share again with a new prisoner.