The Crucifixion.

It’s not very often you get to take part in a crucifixion, especially when you aren’t religious. When the client came in and said he wanted to be crucified, I had a little internal chuckle to myself but kept a straight face. He was from overseas and usually sees a Mistress where he lives, but since he was travelling he needed have his itch scratched. He told me the scenario, it was very detailed, and then he made a booking to come back later when some other Mistresses were available as he wanted them involved too.

I prepared all the things I would need and hoped he wasn’t a wanker just stringing me along. You just never know. He showed up, paid and waited in the dungeon. When I walked in I could tell he was in casual mode and wanted to talk before starting. He was in a robe and wandering around, any sub worth his salt would be in slave position kneeling on the floor. He asked about the shoes he’d requested, which was the one thing I forgot to get ready. As I was going to get them he stopped me and said that he didn’t like Mistresses who were too strict about a roleplay and implied that he liked to be able to ‘jump out of character’ and make notes about how the session could be better (read: tell the Mistress how shit she is). I smiled genially and walked out the door.

FARK! When a client says he wants to be able to critique the session as it’s happening you know he really wants to do that, and will, as he has in the past. I couldn’t help but wish I had charged him more...difficult tax.
When we finally started I strode into the dungeon and pushed him to the ground, making him worship my stilettos. He licked the black patent leather clean before I allowed him to stand.

I placed leather cuffs on his wrists and attached each arm to the wall. His arms were slightly raised and spread to either side and he faced the wall so I could flog his back. He only wanted the impression of flogging, more for the show and look than the pain. This was disappointing for me, and gave a mildly pathetic play-acting feel to the session, but oh well that’s what he wanted. In between floggings I played with his nipples. I went to pinch them lightly but was corrected immediately, instructed to just brush them and not tweak them. Bleah!

Once he was sufficiently flogged I let him down and tied a wooden pole to his shoulders so his arms were out to his sides. This was the best simulation of a cross I could come up with at short notice and I think it worked ok. I then placed a towel and rope loin cloth over his genitals and wrapped a bed sheet around him like a toga. He then put the sandals on and lastly a real crown of thorns he had brought with him. This whole process was of course marred by the fact he kept telling me what to do and how to do it. FFS.

When he was ready I invite the two other Mistresses to come and watch as he “carried the cross on his back through the town square”. He had explained to me that the roleplay wasn’t actually religious but more humiliating. He longed to be humiliated in front of beautiful Mistresses in closed-toed stilettos. So he got his wish. We laughed at him, pushed and kicked him to the ground and he worshipped our shoes. At one point I was trying to explain why he was in high heel sandals and just adlibbed and called them the “Sandals of Humiliation”. We laughed raucously about it for ages afterwards. (-9 to Dignity)

Finally he was sufficiently humiliated and the other Mistresses helped me strap him into the leather suspension harness. Once they had left the room I pulled the chain and he rose up off the ground, arms out to the sides. I had crucified him...then I wanked him. LOL. I in effect wanked Jesus. Oh dear. I always admired Mary Magdalene and for a moment I was her. Fuck my work is strange!