Extreme, f, M, Real Life, Bondage, Masochism, Pain, Consensual

The Crucifixion of Leanne


This is a story featuring my slave Leanne. The stories can be read and enjoyed separately, so I have not included them in part of a large novel. But if you want to read them in the order in which they occurred it is this order (when I have completed writing the stories):


This is a story featuring my slave Leanne. The stories can be read and enjoyed separately, so I have not included them in part of a large novel. But if you want to read them in the order in which they occurred it is this order (when I have completed writing the stories):


Playing with Leanne I

Playing with Leanne II: Tweezers

Playing with Leanne III: Red Hot Needles

Leanne Gives Up Her Safe Word

Leanne’s O Fantasy

The Crucifixion of Leanne

Leanne Sacrifices Her Clit

Leanne Moves In


Some of the tales do not really feature in a chronological order, because some of the events overlapped with some of the events above. These stories, so far, are detailed below. And some of the stories I simply cannot recall the correct chronology.


Leanne the Latex Nun

Reading to Leanne / Leanne Reading


The Crucifixion of Leanne


DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME!


One day my busty, branded sub slut, Leanne, came to me, and told me that she wanted to be crucified. I should say that Leanne is not only a masochist, but is also highly religious. I know that she reads up on how figures in the history of the Christian church have been martyred, and that, in her fantasies, she imagines those punishments being inflicted on her. But this was the first time that she had asked for any of them.

You want to be killed?” I asked. That wasn’t going to happen. I might be a cruel master, but I was not a psychopath. I had no desire to kill anybody.

No, Master Crowley.” Leanne said. She was naked, and kneeling before me. Her hands were behind her back, with thumb cuffs joining her hands together. There were strings of white sperm on her face, the result of the fellatio which I had just enjoyed, as I stood looming over Leanne while she had used her skilled mouth on my hard cock. The sperm would dry on her face. I never let her wipe it off. There were many times I had dismissed herself from my presence with my drying spunk still on her face, making her go home like that.

I want to be crucified, but I want to live.” Leanne continued. “I want to know what crucifixion was like. I want to feel long nails hammered through my hands and feet.”

Hammering nails through your hands is not going to work.” I said. “Your weight would simply pull your hands free of the nails. The nails would have to go through your wrists.”

My mind, as I spoke those words, was already working out how it might be done. I had a large estate, with high walls, behind my house. I could erect a cross in my grounds. I would have to keep an eye on Leanne, and take her down if it looked like she was losing unconsciousness, as I had no desire to be prosecuted for murder. But it could be done. She would have to be gagged, of course, if we were playing outside. But it could be done. And I had a desire to see Leanne suffer in cruel ways.

Yes, Master.” Leanne said.

Other details of what I could do occurred to me.

You will be on the cross all day.” I said. “I will take you down at sunset, or when you lose consciousness, whichever comes first. It will be done during the summer, when it is nice and warm. You will need to have an enema and to be free of all fluids when you are on the cross, as there will be no toilet breaks. You will be gagged. There will be no mercy.”

Thank you, Master.” Leanne said. Her eyes were shining. I could see that the idea really turned her on. I tousled her short, dark hair, and smiled down at my willing victim.


It took some time to get hold of a wooden cross. I had to build it myself, in the end, and I am no carpenter. I got it right on the second attempt. To make things interesting, I fitted the cross with a sedile, where I judged that her crotch would be. I made the edge of the sedile sharp, being at an acute angle. I didn’t want Leanne to get bored, of course.

Summer 2022 everything was ready for Leanne’s crucifixion. I kept note of the weather predictions. I wasn’t going to put her up if it was going to pour down with rain. As it was Leanne’s crucifixion took place on one of the warmest days of the year.

I told Leanne the day before to be at my estate half an hour before dawn. She was there, knocking on my door, before the sun rose up into the sky.

Leanne is in her thirties, but she still has a little puppy fat, if I’m being kind (and I rarely am). It’s better than her being too thin, anyway. She has a Rubenesque form. Her extra weight does mean that when she is on a Spanish horse, for example, she really suffers. And that turns me on.

Get naked.” I said, once Leanne was in my house. Leanne was wearing a long, thin coat and shoes. She kicked off her shoes and coat. She was naked underneath. Her pussy, which I ordered to keep shaven, was already wet. I could smell her arousal. She also looked scared, as well she should be. This was going to be an endurance session unlike anything she had yet suffered.

I took the medals off her, unlocking them from the rings in her cunt. I thought that they might get in the way.

I led her out into my grounds. It had once been an orchard at the back of my house. The walls were high, and none of my neighbours could see into the place. I led Leanne to where I had dug a deep hole in the ground. A wooden cross lay behind it. There was rope, and a hammer and nails there, as well. I had also fashioned a crown of thorns, with the help of a hawthorn bush which grew at the back of the orchard. There was a short step ladder. There was a metal skewer. And, finally, there was a cloth gag which I hoped would muffle Leanne’s screams, as I didn’t want the police turning up.

Do it.” Leanne said, before I had the chance to ask her if she really wanted to go through this. I’m not some psycho who forces people into non-consensual stuff.

Lie down on the cross and spread your arms.” I said. I was beginning to get aroused. I had never crucified anybody before, although I’d read a few short stories about the activity.

Leanne was eager, although she did look scared. She lay down on the cross, and spread her arms across the crosspiece. Her naked cunt was a little above the sedile.

I decided to do her feet first.

Bend your legs, and lay the sole of your feet flat against the wood.” I said. Her eyes now a little wild Leanne did just that. I had fixed a wooden projection into the cross, which she could push against when the cross was erect, so that she would not be sitting on the sedile. I picked up the hammer and a long, steel nail (iron might have been more traditional but might have caused an infection). Then I remembered to gag Leanne.

Last chance to back out.” I said. But she shook her head. I put a wad of cloth in her mouth, and tied more cloth tightly over her mouth, keeping it in place. Leanne always looks sexy with a gag in her mouth. I would have used a red plastic gag, but they didn’t have them in the time of Christ. This had to be as accurate as possible, I knew, to furl her martyrdom fantasies.

I picked up a nail and the hammer again. I’d used my workshop to make sure that the point of the nail was very sharp, so that it would go in quickly. I place the point of the nail against her foot. I hammered down as hard as I could. Leanne shrieked into her gag. She still sounded loud. But I was far enough away from any other houses – I hoped – that my neighbours would not hear.

I carried on hammering until the head of the nail pressed into the flesh of Leanne’s foot. Her eyes had rolled back into her head. Her breathing was very shallow, as she absorbed the pain. I wondered just what was going through her mind at the moment. Did she fantasise that she was back in the Roman Empire? I’d have to ask her afterwards.

I did the other foot. Then I moved on to her arms. I tied rope tightly around her arms and the crossbeam, to help support her, as I was still worried that her weight might pull her off the nails. I tied rope at her wrists and her elbows. It was only then that I hammered the nails through her wrists, being very careful not to hit any veins or arteries. A dead Leanne would be hard to explain. The police would not believe that the crucifixion had been consensual.

Leanne screamed into the gag with every strike of the hammer. I feared that she might faint. But she managed to stay conscious.

Next came the hard thing (for me) – manoeuvring the cross into the hole in the ground. I slid the cross so that the bottom end was over the hall. Then I went to the end near Leanne’s head and slowly raised it. As it went upright it went down into the hole. I held it upright as, with the other hand, I shovelled earth back into the hole. Leanne was already moaning. But if I didn’t get the earth back in, and tamped down tight, then the cross wouldn’t stay erect. It would either list at an angle or fall over, which neither of us wanted. But I managed to keep the cross erect. I stamped down the earth as best I could. The cross looked pretty firm, and no wind was predicted, according to the weather report.

Leanne was pushing up with her feet / pulling up with her arms, to keep her cunt off the sharp sedile (the sedile being the reason I had taken her medals off). But I knew that she would flag later. Her cunt would rest painfully on the sedile. But it would help her not die from suffocation. Well, that was the plan.

There was one more thing to do. I set up the stepladder next to the cross, picked up the crown of thorns, and put it on Leanne’s head. I made sure that the thorns pricked her skin. Then I went to have my breakfast.


I returned to Leanne after breakfast. I had a wet sponge in my hands, and a bottle of sun cream. Leanne was suffering enough. No point in giving her skin cancer as well.

I had great fun lathering the sun cream all over her naked body. By the time that I had finished her skin was glistening, and my cock was hard. I would have loved to cut her down just then and fuck her in the arse. But this was her scene, and I had to respect it. She was to be up for the whole day, or until she fainted, whichever came first.

I heard her whispering prayers to herself, as she gazed off into the distance. Whatever she was seeing, it was not me and my garden. She did not ask to be taken down. She simply endured being up on the cross.

Eventually, hours into her ordeal (but not yet sunset) her head dropped.

Leanne?” I asked. There was no reply. I got her down immediately. Thankfully she was still breathing. I hadn’t accidentally killed my slave, which was a big relief.

I managed to bring her around. I gave her a lot of water to drink, and helped her into my home. Somehow she staggered into my downstairs lounge. She was too weak, though, to go upstairs, otherwise I would have put her in the softness of my double bed. I put her on my leather sofa instead, where she stayed for the next day and a half, slowly building up her strength.

She claimed that, towards the end of her crucifixion, that she had had a religious experience, and that she had seen the light of Heaven. I didn’t argue with her. I wasn’t going to argue with her about religious things. But if she wanted to think that she had seen Heaven, that was fine with me. Just as long as she didn’t end up going there. I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life in prison.

Leanne actually thanked me before she finally went home. I didn’t tell her, but I had already decided that one crucifixion was enough. I was going to torture her flesh until the end of the world. But things like crucifixion, hanging, and so on, were simply too dangerous for real life.

After Leanne had gone, I did wonder just what extreme request she would have for me in the future.


The End


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