Crucifixion

I send you another 100% real story of my experiences in the BDSM world.

It was December 1st, 2004, Sunday. Even though it was December, it wasn't cold at all. Today is a special day.

Since I was a child, I liked Holy Week. I watched the whipped, humiliated and crucified Christs, and I imagined myself in their shoes. I'm not really devout, and at that moment I didn't believe much in anything spiritual. Today, everything is different in the spiritual aspect, but that's not the subject of this story, and it would lead to a very long reflection.

I used to hang from the doors in my underwear imitating the position of Christ on the cross and his glory cloth. Years later, I found out that they were actually tortured and executed naked, which fueled even more my desire to see myself in their situation. I imagined being whipped to exhaustion and carrying my own torture instrument for miles. I imagined being humiliated by my captors as the time of my execution approached, or being mocked by my enemies while suffering on the cross. Interestingly, Jesus Christ Superstar has always been my favorite opera (yes, opera, not musical) and a music that has followed me throughout my life.

I used the nickname "crucified" in BDSM internet chats, because it had always been my great fantasy: to be whipped and crucified. Today it would come true.

I was 27 years old, and I met a man who didn't live too far away. He was about ten years older than me and had a strong physique due to his profession. He was interested in my fantasy and decided to visit me, since I had a house in the countryside where we could be alone, and where there was space to do what we proposed without anyone bothering us or trying to save me. He just gave me the order to wear white thongs.

That same day, I received a call from a BDSM acquaintance, a dominant transsexual whom we will call Andrea. I had met her a couple of times because she liked to dominate. On the other hand, she was almost a mythological being to me: half woman, half man. With a nice pair of boobs, and a huge cock. Perfect for a submissive bisexual like me. I told her what I was going to do that day and suggested she come. So, before going to the meeting point with the dominant man, I picked her up and we left.

"You're very nervous, baby. What's wrong?"

"I don't know. It's what I've always wanted. Maybe that's why."

"Don't worry. If I need to punch someone to defend you, I'll do it, okay?" Andrea said, trying to ease my nerves with a bit of humor.

We had agreed to meet at a shopping center in the city. When we met, there were few words. Javier, the dominant man, came with a friend whom I didn't expect, who was always up for any adventure. He would be important that afternoon. I was reassured that I had brought Andrea, as it would balance the forces in case of problems. Anyway, I was playing at home. Literally.

On the way there, Andrea in...