Judgement Day: Crucified [FM] [long]

This is part 3 of a crazy midweek trip I took with a guy I met online, Will. All of the events described are true and consensual. I am still new to posting on Reddit so any suggestions/feedback are welcomed and appreciated!

“Wake up slut. It’s your last day on earth.”
Those are the words that were whispered menacingly in my ear first thing that morning.

I froze in bed. I had just woken from a dead sleep after only just falling into bed with Will maybe 4 hours earlier. I was exhausted, disoriented and now petrified. It all clicked in my mind at that moment, the day had finally arrived. It was judgement day.

Suddenly my fight or flight instincts kicked in. I made a move to push myself up out of Will’s reach from the edge of the bed, but he was too quick. He grabbed my hair by the base of my neck and roughly jerked my head to face him. He was climbing on top of me and shoving my head into the mattress as I made a vain attempt to escape his grip. I continued to struggle under his weight which only made Will more determined. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my ass as he began kissing and licking my neck. Taking the occasional bite as I struggled harder underneath him. Will ran his nails roughly down my side, while he used his legs to force my thighs apart. My heart was racing, but it seemed like it stopped dead when Will started speaking again.

“You were such a dirty slut last night. Riding that dildo and then this hard cock.” He said as I felt him shift lower and run his cock between my ass. “You thought if you put on a show for me I would give you some mercy today. Fuck were you wrong.” I could feel him push his cock further down, now sliding across my wet pussy. “Such a slut! Feel how ready you are for me already! Should I fuck you before I put you up on that cross? Give you one last orgasm before your execution?”

I knew this was all a role play for us, but Will is extremely convincing. For half a second there I was genuinely scared. Which is why I was so surprised that I found myself moaning out, “Please fuck me sir! I want to cum again before I die.” You could hear the smile in Will’s voice as he whispered “very well slut. But this is the last time I will show you mercy today. Remember that.”

I had so many thoughts running through my mind as Will reached over to the bedside table to grab a condom. He pushed my head firmly down into a pillow, reminding me how no one would hear me scream. Will rolled the condom on his 7″ and didn’t hesitate before shoving himself deep inside me. I screamed into the pillow, shocked by the feeling of his cock pounding me. He was so deep in this position; me laying on my stomach with my legs spread and my hips slightly raised. But what had at first been slightly painful was quickly becoming a sweet sensation. I could feel myself getting wetter but it caught me by surprise when I suddenly felt my whole body tense up and release a gush of liquid as I relaxed. He made me squirt all over his cock and the bed. “I knew I should have told him to put towels down” I thought to myself.

I think it surprised Will too because he lost his rhythm for a second. Once he realized what had happened though, it seemed like he started fucking me with a vengeance. He painfully pulled my head back by my hair and held me firmly in place as he continued his brutal assault. It felt so amazing to be used by him like this. So amazing that I started coming again. When I told Will he was going to make me cum again, he picked up his ruthless pace even more. “Don’t you fucking cum until I do slut. I’ve been generous enough already!” He spat menacingly in my ear.

I tried so hard to hold back my orgasm, I had tears in my eyes. I was begging Will to cum for me so I could cum again. Seeing me writhing and crying underneath him, Will finally let himself go. He thrust deep and stilled inside me as I felt myself release again. I didn’t dare move a muscle in that moment. I knew I had a very limited amount of time left before my real punishment began. This was my last chance to  “relax” before I was truly put to the test.

As soon as Will had returned his breathing back to normal, he quickly pulled himself out of my very tight and sore pussy, making me gasp.He slapped my ass as he got up to dispose of the condom. I shuddered under his touch.

Seconds later I was being dragged to my feet and into the living room. The cross looked wildly intimidating now that judgement day had arrived. I stared at the wooden posts and shiny metal O-rings on either end, wondering what I would look like hanging off of them in just a few minutes. I think Will was eager to find out, because he brought me over to the couch and had me sit down.

At this point we had to break character a little bit as Will prepared me to go up on the cross. He reviewed my safe words; yellow (proceed with caution) red (stop and check in) and black (stop and immediately remove all restraints). He reminded me that what I was about to do was very physically demanding and that it would take a few minutes to get me down once I used my safe word, so keep that in mind. “Pace myself” I thought as Will took a pair of thick leather cuffs from the UPS box on the coffee table. He walked over to me once again and started to attach a cuff to my left wrist.

“Just as I suspected. Your wrists are too small for these cuffs. You’ll just slip right out of them up on that cross… we can’t have that. We have to keep you safe” Will said as he walked back into the bedroom. He returned a moment later holding a bag from the pharmacy. In it he had two large tensor bandages. He smiled up at me with a devilish grin, “we are going to MacGyver this.” He took one out and wrapped it around my wrist, explaining that the bandage would help fill the gap between my wrist and the cuff, as well as give me a little added cushion. He slid the cuff back on top of the bandage and fastened the straps, TIGHT. I was flexing my fingers, ensuring I still had some circulation when the sound of the duct tape made me jump. Suddenly he was wrapping the tape around the already tight cuffs, there was no escaping. He repeated the process with the opposite hand and asked me how it felt.

“Good I think” I said as I tried to take an inventory of how I was feeling, both physically and mentally. I watched Will closely as he walked over to the cross and carefully tipped it back onto the couch. Then he motioned for me  join him, unable to hide his delight at what was about to happen. He helped me balance on the back post of the cross, supporting my hips as he told me to bring my arms up to the top. I closed my eyes and exhaled as I felt Will clip my wrist cuffs to the metal O-rings. My heart was pounding in my chest as I listened to Will walking around me. I couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes as I heard the roll of duct tape yet again.

Will was at my legs now. He helped bring my feet up off the floor and balance them on the center post. He was quick and precise in his movements as he began taping my feet to the post. I tried to move when he was done, testing my restraints to see what little movement I was capable of. Not much. Well done Will.

He walked up to my head at that moment and leaned in to my ear. “I think you’ve seen enough” he said as he pulled the mask from the previous night back over my head. My world was black again. I was blindfolded, bound and duct taped to a cross, the whole situation was so surreal to me. I had been wanting this for so long, and now I was finally getting it.

My heart skipped a beat when I felt the cross begin to move. Will was pushing the cross away from the couch and now slowly tipping it up and forwards. That was the most terrifying moment of it all. Feeling almost weightless for a second as the base firmly slammed down onto the hard wood floors and I was rocked forward. I was suddenly even more grateful for how tight my cuffs and feet were bound.

I took a deep breath trying to calm my heart rate and ease into the sensations of the moment. I had to acclimate to this quickly. If I wasted any of my energy that would be seconds or minutes I could have lasted longer. I was determined to last 15 minutes up there, I needed to pace myself. I knew my lower body strength was much better than my upper and I needed to use that to my advantage. I pushed up with my legs, extending my body along the cross and took as many slow deep breaths as I could. It was almost impossible to breathe like that, every inhale felt as if it were coming through a straw. I began counting in my head, trying to keep track of how long I had been up there and also distracting me from the burning I felt in my wrists and feet. I let out a shuddering breath as I couldn’t take it any further, my legs were burning, it was time to switch.

I then shifted and let my legs relax. I felt the splinters of the wood chafe against my back as I slid down the cross. All of my weight was now being supported by my arms and those cuffs. I thought my wrists were burning before? That was nothing compared to feeling of having all my body weight strain against the leather and tape. I struggled with taking deep breaths as the pain was growing in my wrists, arms and back. But I knew I had to take as many as I could because in just a moment I would have to switch again, and breathing would become even more difficult.

I took one last breath and pushed up again with my feet. I could hear Will walking around the room, inspecting me from every angle. “I hope he’s taking pictures” I thought to myself. Suddenly he was at my side telling me, “You look so beautiful up there. The condemned girl suffering the ultimate price for her guilt. I hate to leave you like this, but I need to go out to the car…” He said as he wandered around me again. I whipped my head around to the sound of his feet by the front door. “Omg he’s not really going to leave me like this?!” I silently panicked. “Breathe. Even if he does go out to the car, he will only be gone a couple minutes, 5 at worst. You can last that long. You Have to last that long” I thought.

Just then I heard the door open, foot steps, the door slam again, followed by silence. “Holy shit… He actually left me!” I kept thinking. Meanwhile the pain throughout my body kept mounting. I was shifting back and forth, up and down the cross, a sexy dance if any one had been watching. But as it turns out someone was watching. I was just thinking that I would have to tap out soon, and “where the fuck is Will?!” when I heard the floor boards creak. He was still in the house, he had never left me, he just wanted to see me panic and suffer a little more. That cheeky devil, god I was falling for him hard.

I turned my head in the direction of the noise I had heard, alerting him to the fact that I knew he was still there. His cover blown, Will walked over to me and gently touched my hand. I could barely feel it with my circulation being cut off so much by the cuffs and tape. Keeping in mind what Will had said about how it would take a few minutes to get me down, I decided to call it. I calmly said, “yellow. I’m losing feeling in my hands.”

Will walked over to my other hand and touched it gently too. “Yeah I can see that. I’m keeping a close eye don’t worry. You’ve got a few more minutes before we need to be concerned” he calmly said. I felt a wave of relief rush over me, I could handle a few more minutes I thought to myself, “I’ve come this far afterall.” So onwards I went, pushing myself up and down. Fighting the pain and the fear, determined to make Will proud and prove to myself what I was capable of. Finally after 2 minutes, I slumped down on the cross and let my head drop to my chest in shame as I meekly said, “Red. I need to come down”

Will was at my side instantly. His menacing tone and teasing touches were gone, Dom Will had left the building. “Okay angel let’s get you down. Just relax, this is probably going to sound scary but I’ve got you. Just do your best to stay balanced while I’m tipping you back” he calmly explained to me. He was right, the frame made a frightening sound as he tilted it back, sounding as if it would fall apart under the strain. But within seconds Will had safely lowered me to the couch and was pulling the mask off my head. He kissed me gently before pulling a pocket knife out and moving down to cut the duct tape securing my feet. Once my feet were free, Will moved up to my wrists, unclipping each cuff from the O-rings and carefully helped me slide off the cross onto the couch.

He wrapped me up in my plush blanket and had me sit next to him on the couch as he began working on freeing my wrists from the tape, cuffs and bandages. The moment I was free from my restraints, I was overcome with a kind of sadness. I needed the experience to end to give my body a break, but the feeling of being helpless and on display like that was incredibly exhilarating, I wanted to do it again. The two of us cuddled on the couch for a while, me wrapped up inside my blanket and cradled in Will’s lap. He thanked me over and over for sharing the experience with him and being so naturally submissive. He told me I lasted 10 minutes, very impressive Will assured me, even though I had missed my goal of 15. I think he could tell I was disappointed in myself and needed some more reassurance because then he said, “do you want to see how gorgeous you looked up there? I took photos, let’s see how they turned out.” I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw them, they were even better than I could have imagined!

Sadly it was time for Will to shower and pull himself together for his client meetings at that point, and time for me to get some much earned rest. Our plans had been to leave our airbnb that night and drive back to the city, but poor weather ended up keeping us there an extra night. Not that either of us minded since it meant the cross would get to see another crucifixion before the day was done.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8bxilj/judgement_day_crucified_fm_long