La Crucifems, Part 13

La Crucifems, Part 13

The hot days of July passed, and then those of August. Following the regular meeting of the Sisterhood at the end of August, Chrissy told me that we had been invited to Joanna's house to spend the night and discuss the business of the organization. She was clearly proud that she, as the junior member, had received such an invitation. She told me that we were to arrive there at 7:00 on the evening of the coming Friday, and that she would expect me to be ready and to dress appropriately.

Chrissy took off work early Friday afternoon, and I prepared her, and myself, for the upcoming dinner engagement. We left in plenty of time to arrive at Joanna's at the appointed time, and arrived promptly at 7:00. Bill met us at the door. He immediately dropped to his knees, saying, "Welcome sister Christine." He then lay prone on the floor and opened his mouth, asking, "May I serve you?" .

She declined his offer, saying that her husband had taken care of her needs shortly before. Bill then stood and asked her to follow him to his Mistress. I had never before heard one of the sisters addressed in that manner, and was intrigued.

He led us to what used to be called a "drawing room", and now probably would be called a family room, although it was much more formal than that name would imply. Joanna was seated there, and as we entered she stood and embraced my wife, then they kissed. She then ordered her husband to serve drinks to the women, and he went to a small wet bar in the room and made two martinis. At no time was my presence acknowledged, other than when Chrissy motioned for me to sit on the floor at her feet.

The two women engaged in small talk for several minutes, then Bill came to the door and announced that dinner had been served. We walked to the adjoining dining room, and I didn't know whether or not I was expected to again sit on the floor, or to take a seat at the table. Unlike what had happened at Sonya's house, I had not been ordered to remove my clothing, so remained in my suit and tie.

To my relief, there were place cards at the table, bearing our names. Bill pulled back Chrissy's chair, and when she had been seated, did the same for me. The plates had already been filled with a delicious meal, and we passed the time enjoyably in small talk, I being allowed to join in.

Finally the meal was finished, and we returned to the drawing room. This time, as I entered the room, Chrissy instructed me to undress. I did so, and placed my clothes on pegs beside the door, as I had done before. It seemed as if every room were so equipped, and I wondered if that were the case.

The two women settled on facing couches, holding after-dinner drinks, and I again sat at my wife's feet.

Joanna then introduced the reason we had been invited, by saying, "Chrissy, it's no secret that you're well-liked by all the members of La Crucifems, and more than that, cherished as a sister and lover. Since you became a full member just a few short months ago, you have taken to the group like a duck to water. The entertainments you've given us at the meetings have been spectacular. Everyone is still talking about what you did at the special gift session. That was creative and very special."

"Now, as to my reason for inviting you here tonight: You will be a full-fledged member as of the New Year's Eve session. I can say without reserve that you and Blair will be invited. I know personally all three men who remain to attend the meetings between now and November, and can say that none have his attributes. It's a sure thing that he'll be on the cross at the final meeting of the year."

Chrissy lowered her head at this news, and as I looked at her I saw a momentary expression of sadness pass across her lovely face. She smiled weakly at me, then patted my shoulder. I had thought that she would be ecstatic to hear that news, and couldn't understand her reserve. She said, "Yes, I think I've known for a couple of months now that he'll be the guest of honor then. We're honored that the Sisterhood will choose us."

Joanna's next words caused Chrissy's face to break in a large smile, and she could barely contain her pride. "The reason I invited you here tonight was that I wanted to extend another sort of invitation to you. As I said, you'll soon be beyond your 'junior member' status, and after the first of the year will be privy to all the secrets and information relative to the Sisterhood. It's because of that, and because of the extraordinary enthusiasm and love you've demonstrated, that I'm asking you to follow me as the Grand Mistress of this branch of La Crucifems."

My wife was unable to speak, and her eyes became tear-filled. Joanna paused, and allowed her to regain her composure, before continuuing. "My dear sweet lover, in many ways it truly is the honor that you now believe it to be, but I have to caution you that the responsibilities of this office can be staggering. Let me tell you something of them, before you blindly accept my offer and then find yourself carrying a burden beyond bearing."

"You already know that the Sisterhood of La Crucifems extends worldwide. The branch to which you now belong is but one of thirty-seven in the United States, three of which are located here in this city. Throughout the world, there are more than 500 branches of our wonderful tree, and each consists of eleven members, as we do here. All rituals and ceremonies are identical, even to the fact that when your husband is suffering on the cross in a few short months, 500 other men will be sharing his fate."

"You already know something of the financial resources of this branch of the Sisterhood. I can tell you with complete confidence that we are, while not the poorest, certainly far from the richest. The resources controlled by the Sisterhood are enormous, and exceed the Gross National Product of many independent countries. Were anyone to compile a list of the so-called 'world leaders', those who are influenced if not directly controlled by our Sisterhood would be more than half the names on that list."

"As Grand Mistress of this branch, you will have the enormous responsibility of overseeing those finances and of extending our influence to other positions of power."

"The ultimate goal of La Crucifems is nothing short of returning women to their rightful place as rulers of humankind. I know that your husband will agree with me that women are much more suited to the responsibility than are men, who are, in the final analysis, controlled by nothing more than those ugly lumps of tissue between their legs." Joanna acknowledged my presence by glancing at me, and I nodded my head in agreement with her statement.

She continued, "I wish to step down from the post following the New Year's Eve ceremony that will occur one year after the one to come. If you accept my offer, the next year will be difficult for you. You will have to learn by heart all the rituals and ceremonies, all the financial dealings with which we are involved, and all the choices that must be made in order to cause our beloved Sisterhood to grow and prosper."

"I don't ask for your answer or committment at this time, that will come after Blair is removed from the cross in approximately four months time. In the meantime, I ask that you consider my offer with all your heart."

Chrissy rushed to Joanna's couch and hugged the older woman. After another passionate kiss on the part of both, she returned to her own couch and composed herself.

In a few moments, she began to speak. "Joanna, I love you with all my heart, as I do my sisters. I will take these next months to formulate my decision, but I know in my heart of heart that my answer will be yes. I feel I must ask one question, though. Why have you chosen me to succeed you, when I'm but a junior member? Surely any of the other sisters would be better qualified."

"Yes, my sweet, it's true that the others have been members longer, but that doesn't make them more qualified. It's no secret that you're extremely intelligent, and that you're dedicated to the precepts of La Crucifems. There is one other reason for my choice, though, and it it this: You were so readily offered membership because of my insistence. As soon as Gloria proposed that you be asked to join us, I did an extensive background check on both you and Blair. I knew at the time that next year would be my last, and I wanted the time to groom my replacement. The thing that swayed my choice was the fact that your husband, Blair, is the perfect choice to work at your side. His field of teaching is mathematics, and his academic work at college was excellent. He will fit admirably as your accountant, if you will, and above all else as your financial advisor."

I couldn't believe how relieved I was to hear that I would be working at my beloved wife's side when she assumed the leadership of the Sisterhood. I have to admit that all the talk of the year-end session had me wondering if I would come through it alive. It certainly wouldn't be unheard of for a person to be a human sacrifice. Even as far-fetched as that seemed, I realized that the notion had been in the back of my mind for some time now, and the relief I now felt was enormous.

Joanna then said, "Well, that's enough of the serious stuff. I ask that you consider what I've asked of you, and now, what do you say to something a little more entertaining?"

Chrissy was glad to escape the somber mood on the moment before, and clapped her hands cheerfully. "Yes, let's have some fun. What did you have in mind?"

Joanna looked at me and smiled, asking, "Is your husband completely healed from his last session?" Chrissy laughed when she realized where the conversation was headed, and she ordered me to stand and face the other woman.

"Get it hard, now!", she ordered. My training by this time had progressed to where she had virtually total control over not only my orgasms, but also even my erections. As soon as I heard her command, I felt stirrings in my cock. In less than a minute it was at full staff.

Joanna smiled and said, "That only confirms the rightness of my choice. No other member has ever trained her husband in that short a time period. Marissa reported to me that he served her well on her visit to your home, even though it took him a few seconds to realize what was required of him."

Chrissy thanked the woman for the compliment, then asked, "What did you have in mind for his punishment tonight?"

Joanna replied, "Why not take what we call 'pot luck'. That means we'll go to the library, choose a book of illustrated tortures, and open a page at random. Whichever punishment is shown on that page is the one that will be used to entertain us tonight."

Chrissy laughed with glee and said she couldn't wait. She was used to planning sessions well in advance, and this spontaneous torture would be exciting. The two women then stood. Joanna led the way to the library, and Chrissy gestured to me to follow them.

I had not been in the library before this time, and was in awe the minute I entered. It simply stupefied my mind to realize that all these books gathered here, and there were literally hundreds, had one theme: the punishment and torture of men.

Joanna explained that every time a new chapter of La Crucifems was formed, copies of all the books in the main library in Europe were made and sent to the new branch. She said that some of the writings and illustrations dated to well over one thousand years ago. She told Chrissy that the legends of the Sisterhood extended to before the time of Christ, but that all the records from before the tenth century had been destroyed.

Chrissy said it was difficult to believe that all these books were concerned with sexual crucifixion. Surely there couldn't be that many in the whole world on the subject, let alone in the possession of the Sisterhood. Joanna replied, "My dear, when it comes to crucifying a man for a woman's pleasure, there is no source that can compare to La Crucifems. Our members are now, and have been throughout the ages, on the lookout for anything dealing with that one topic, and when it becomes available, we have the financial resources to outbid any other buyer."

I was looking at some of the oil paintings hanging on the library wall, all of them showing one or more men being sexually crucified or tortured. My cock was bobbing up and down with my arousal. Chrissy noticed my condition, and said, "Patience my sweet, we'll find something suitable for you in a few minutes." She then turned back to looking at the book titles.

Joanna then said, "May I suggest a suitable book for your choice?" Chrissy agreed that would probably be best, since she was simply lost amidst so many possibilities.

Joanna continued, "Since he needs to be kept in usable condition until the New Year's Eve party, we should confine our choices the the non-lethal, non-maiming tortures. I have looked through many of these books, and I can assure you that if many of them were applied to your husband, he would never again be suitable for use on our cross."

Chrissy turned to her with interest, asking, "What do you mean?" Joanna selected a book with a bright-red leather cover and gold lettering. She opened the book and started searching for one particular page, finally locating the one she sought and showing it to my wife.

Chrissy gasped when she looked at the page, then was transfixed by it. Finally she said, "He's just damned lucky that we have to keep him reasonably healthy for a few more months, or he'd be lots shorter before this night was through." Joanna laughed in agreement. "I knew you'd be intrigued by that one, my pet. We do indeed think so much alike."

I was burning with curiosity to know what was illustrated on the page, but couldn't see it from where I was standing. Chrissy noticed my interest, and called to me, "Darling, come look at this one. It's the best I've seen in a long time. I just wish we could do this to you right now."

I walked to where the women were standing, and she handed me the book she had found so intriguing. I saw that the two opened pages contained a series of small drawings, each one illustrating the steps in a torture session. The first one showed a naked man tied to a cross in the same manner I had been during my initiation crucifixion here in this same house. His penis was rampant, as was the case in nearly all the artwork owned by the Sisterhood.

There were two women standing in front of the man. One was holding a sword, and the other some sort of implement that had a small, flat plate on the outer end. The plate had been heated until it was red hot. The second illustration showed the first woman completing a sword stroke which had severed the head of the man's cock. While the piece of flesh was still in mid-air, the second woman was applying the heated plate to the wound, cauterizing it and keeping the blood from running out.

The next drawing again showed a sword stroke being completed, and a one-inch section of the man's shaft still in mid-air. Again, the plate was being applied to seal the wound. The drawings continued in this manner until the man's cock had been reduced to a stub.

I was unable to draw a breath for many seconds after looking at the pictures. My hands were shaking so badly that the pages of the book were rustling. Joanna said, "I think he likes that one, don't you my dear?" Chrissy replied, "Not much question about it. God, I wish we could do it to him right now." Joanna then said, "Patience my dear, all good things come to those who wait."

Chrissy then said, "If we don't get started on him pretty soon, I'm going to cum in my pants. Where is the book you want us to choose from?" Joanna walked to another section of the library and selected a large book from the shelf there. She placed the book on a reading table in the center of the room, and then directed Chrissy to open to a random page. She said, "This particular book contains suggestions for various tortures that are all non-maiming. Depending upon the one chosen, he may be out of action for a week or two, but should be completely healed by the end of the year."

Chrissy placed her hands on the book, then looked at me and smiled broadly. She began riffling the pages with her fingers, while saying, "Eenie, meenie, minie, mo." Finally she opened the book at its approximate center. She and Joanna both looked at the drawing there, and Chrissy clapped her hands and giggled. Joanna merely said, "Excellent choice, my dear. Excellent choice."

My wife picked up the book and carried it out the door and down the hallway to the room where I was to be tortured. My cock was swinging and bobbing in anticipation of what was to come. I longed to look at the drawing in the book, but Chrissy kept it closed. My imagination ran wild, and fantasy after fantasy flashed through my mind.

We entered a room that had obviously been designed as a torture chamber. The usual suspension equipment hung from the ceiling, and tables with securing apparatus sat in random locations. There were several display cabinets mounted to the walls, each holding various implements and devices that could be applied to the tender parts of the male victim.

Joanna led the way to a part of the room where the floor was clear, and two pulleys, separated by about six feet, were mounted to the ceiling above. The expected ropes ran through the pulleys, then to winches on the walls. I expected to have my wrists bound as before, and was preparing to hold out my hands, when Chrissy said, "Don't get ahead of me lover. I'll tell you what to do, and when to do it." I dropped my arms to my sides and stood waiting for her orders.

"Lie down here on your back, and get your feet in the air", she ordered. I was quick to comply, and the women each tied my ankles with the pulley ropes. They then walked to the winches and cranked me into the air. This was the first time I had been suspended in this manner, and I found the extreme spreading of my legs to be very painful. It felt as if my crotch would soon be split down the middle.

At that moment, Joanna ordered me to place my hands behind my back, and when I complied, she handcuffed my wrists together. She then directed my wife to a drawer in one of the cabinets, and told her to bring what was in there. I watched in anticipation as she opened the drawer and took out an object that appeared to be a large disc of some sort, with a hole in the center. I had no idea what its use would be, but knew I would soon understand.

Chrissy held the object behind her back as she approached me, smiling all the way. When she stopped, she took the thing from behind her and held it for me to see. I knew immediately what it was, since I used to have one similar to it when I was a child, only I knew that the purpose of this much larger one was not as a child's toy. I now understood the function of the hole in the center.

What Chrissy was holding was a dart board! It had all the triangular sections laid out just as on a regulation board, and was in every was the same as could be found hanging on many recreation room walls in the country, except for being much larger. The only difference that I could see, other than the hole in the center, was an odd-looking strap of metal that was fastened to the center part of the board, running from right below the hole to about one foot above that point. The strap was about 1/2" wide, and had been mounted so that it was spaced away from the dart board a distance of about two inches. As she moved the board slightly, I could see that one end of a cord had fastened to the rear of the board, and the other end dangled free.

The two women walked up to me, and as Joanna held the board in place, Chrissy placed my cock through the hole. She then pulled and stretched my ball sac to force it through also. The board was then positioned so that my urethra was directly behind the strap. Seeing that, I recalled Joanna telling Chrissy before to always avoid penetrating that part of my cock until she was ready to remove it.

With the board in the correct position, the cord was then passed around my waist and tied to the other side of the dart board to hold it in place. Chrissy then walked back to the open drawer, and returned with a small cardboard box. When she opened the box and showed me the contents, I saw what I had expected: darts. The darts were fashioned of metal, with feather vanes. They seemed to be much larger than normal darts, in the same proportion that the board compared to the usual dart board.

Joanna went to another drawer in the cabinet, took out two items and returned. When Chrissy saw what she was carrying, she said, "Good idea. We wouldn't want to hurt him, would we." The two women laughed.

I saw that Joanna was carrying a bottle of alcohol and a cotton swab. She wet the swab and used it to disinfect the darts, and then said that she thought they were ready for a little friendly competition. When Chrissy picked up one of the darts and prepared to throw it at the target, Joanna said, "Wait. Why don't we make it more interesting? How about if we play 'strip' darts?"

Chrissy looked at her questioningly, and Joanna said, "For every dart that misses one of his tender parts, the thrower has to remove one piece of clothing. Okay?" Chrissy agreed that would add more interest to the game, and should improve their aim. They then decided that my wife would have the honor of throwing first, and Joanna told her to "hit something that'll make him yell".

Chrissy drew back her arm, took careful aim, and threw. As could be predicted, she was wide of the "target" by about four inches. Joanna told Chrissy to go retrieve her dart, and then try again from a shorter distance. With her dart again in hand, she walked toward me until she was less than five feet away. "Surely I can hit even something as small as that from this close", she said.

She again took aim and released the dart. I barely had time to follow its flight when it landed on one of my nuts. Because the thing was oversize and heavy, it had no trouble penetrating all the way to the board, where it stuck fast. As I cried out with the sudden pain, Joanna said, "Good throw. Now let's see if I can find something a little more sensitive."

She cocked her arm, then released her missile. It was obvious that she was an accomplished player at this game, for her dart landed squarely on the part of my cock head that was not covered by the metal strap. It too penetrated my flesh and lodged in the board. This time, I was prepared for the pain and was able to muffle my cry of pain.

Chrissy's next throw was wide of the mark, and she removed her blouse. Since she never wore a brassiere, I could see how aroused she was by the condition of her beautiful nipples. Joanna also saw the turgid flesh, and reached over to pinch and pull them before again launching a dart that landed in my cock head again, but on the other side of the strap.

Chrissy took her third dart in hand and carefully lined up the throw. This time she was rewarded with a direct hit in the shaft, and I groaned again. There were two dozen darts in the box, and by the time all had been thrown, Chrissy was completely naked, Joanna was wearing only her panties, and my cock and balls bristled with thirteen darts. These hurt much worse than the needles Chrissy had used on me once before, and even the safety pins that had fastened the blue ribbons to my cock.

As I watched, Joanna and Chrissy began to hug and kiss, each aroused by the pain they had inflicted on me, and by each other's beautiful body. Joanna's panties were soon on the floor with the other clothing, and the women were lying to the side of me with their faces buried in each other's cunt. I didn't take long for my wife to cum, probably due to the expert application of Joanna's tongue. Joanna reached orgasm after about five minutes, and they then lay there hugging and kissing while they recovered.

They finally remembered me, and Chrissy asked it I would like to cum too. I groaned out my, "Yes, please", and she said to Joanna, "Watch this." She yelled at me, "Cum now, asshole! I order you to cum! Do it now!" I had been well trained over the past several weeks, and my reflexes took over. Since I was hanging suspended, with my cock about two feet above my head, I could see immediately the effect of Chrissy's order.

I felt my cock begin to spasm, and then the hole in the end of my cock head dilated and my semen burst forth. As the first spurt flew toward face, Joanna ordered me to open my mouth. I was too late in reacting to her instruction, and the gobbet landed on my lips, then dripped into my nose. I felt like I was drowning, and tried to breathe only through my mouth.

The next spurts followed in short order, and because of the decreasing force of my ejaculation, seemed to march up my body toward the dart board. The women came to my side and wiped my cum with their fingers and brought it to my mouth for me to eat. When they were finished, they lowered the ropes and untied my ankles. I was then helped to my feet and the handcuffs were removed. They made no move to remove the darts and the board, saying that my stiffie would have to go down first.

While they were waiting, Joanna got a camera from another drawer and took several pictures of me, some with Chrissy standing beside me waving her arms in triumph. When they saw that my cock was deflated, although still stretched by the imprisonment of the darts in the head and shaft, they slowly removed them one by one, disinfecting each before returning it to the box. After the last had been removed, my limp balls and cock were threaded through the hole, and the board was untied from my body.

I was surprised that my genitals were not spurting blood from all the wounds the darts had inflicted. Apparently when the pressure of the erection had subsided, the flesh had closed enough to reduce the loss of blood to a matter of drips and drops. Even this small flow stopped as Joanna swabbed my crotch with alcohol.

It was by now late at night, if not into the next morning, and I was exhausted by the arousal I had felt earlier, and the pain inflicted by the dart game. Joanna rang a bell to summon her husband, and he soon appeared. He was instructed to escort me to one of the guest bedrooms, which he did. I was soon asleep by myself, while my wife and her lover whiled away the night enjoying each other's body.

We left Joanna's house at mid-morning the next day, which was a Saturday. Chrissy planned to help Gloria again that night in the basement, and I would stay at home again as usual on that night. As we drove to return home, I again thought of that thing that had come to plague my mind more and more. It was just one of those small things that never seem to completely go away, but never seems important enough to truly think through.

I was reviewing Joanna's and Chrissy's conversation of the evening before, when my wife was being informed of her choice as the next Grand Mistress of the local branch of La Crucifems. Joanna had been telling Chrissy why she (Joanna) had made the choice, even though my wife was the newest member of the club. One of the justifications given was that Chrissy was inventive when it came to sexual situations (of course, I already knew that, since my own body had served as her experimental canvas for several months now). I couldn't recall Joanna's exact words, but they referred to a topic that Chrissy had avoided ever since it happened, and that was the "special gift" session.

Once again, I tried to question my wife about the session, this time by asking, "What was the 'entertainment' that you provided during the special session after my initiation in May?"

I could tell by her reaction that Chrissy knew the reference I was making, however, she again said that she wasn't allowed to tell me anything about it. This time I was determined to learn that information, and continued to question her. She finally became angry with me, telling me to, "Shut the Hell up! Can't you see that I can't talk about it?!" We spent the rest of the ride in silence, and I realized that was the closest we had come to an argument since I had been introduced to the pleasures of sexual crucifixion last year. That seemed to once again confirm the correctness of the philosophy of the Sisterhood, namely that women should be in charge and men should do nothing other than obey orders.

As we approached our house, I became more and more upset with myself that I had caused my beloved wife to feel anger with me, and even to have to raise her voice. As we parked the car at the curb in front of our door, I apologized and told her how very much I loved her, and that I would never again ask her about anything concerning that meeting. We ended up in each other's arms in the car, hugging and kissing. I'm sure that any neighbors who saw us thought that we were a couple of teenagers.

We walked to the house arm-in-arm, and as soon as we had shut the door behind us, I dropped to my knees and said, "Welcome to the home of sister Christine." I then dropped to my back, asking, "May I be of service to you?" Chrissy laughed at my display, which was obviously in imitation of what Bill had done yesterday, and said, "Sorry lover. I'm fresh out of goodies for you." I could tell by her attitude that she had forgiven me, and I was as happy as a puppy dog who had just been patted on its head by its master.

We spent the rest of the day in our usual routine, and when it was finally time for her to leave for Gloria's house, she turned to me and suggested that I should watch some of the tapes of my previous sessions to keep myself occupied. I thought it odd that she would make such a suggestion, since she never had thought to suggest entertainment for me before. In fact, since I had learned to control my erections and ejaculations, I hadn't reviewed the tapes at all, since they would merely serve to stimulate me unnecessarily.

Chrissy left at her usual time and I spent the remainder of the time until bedtime trying to imagine what she and Gloria were doing to some lucky man down in the basement. I managed to arouse myself to the point that sleep was out of the question, so I decided to take Chrissy's advice and look at some of the tapes.

I opened the drawer where the videotapes were stored, and immediately saw that there was a new one there. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the label reading, "Special Gift-May Meeting". I was sure that particular tape had not been there before, and knew this was Chrissy's way of giving me the information I seemed to crave, and yet at the same time not violating the rules of the Sisterhood.

I hurried to put the tape in the VCR, and get it started. As the tape began, I saw that the camera was focused on a door that would allow entrance into the room holding the camera. I knew from the angle that the camera was ceiling-mounted, and recalled being told (or maybe overhearing) that there were dozens of cameras so installed in the torture chamber at Joanna's house, and the images from them could be combined into a master tape, which would then be offered for sale.

I again concentrated on the picture, and saw the door swing inward. A naked woman walked in, wearing a mask. I knew the woman to be Joanna, and could see that she was leading an also-naked and masked man by the two cords as I had been led, with one around the head of his cock and the other around his sac. She led him to a position in front of a group of seated women, whom I assumed to be the other ten members of La Crucifems. The room away from the area immediately around Joanna and the man was dark, and the other women were also wearing masks, so I couldn't immediately indentify Chrissy or any of the other members. I could tell, though, that all of them were naked.

As the pair reached the space before the chairs, they came to a halt. The man's cock was stiffly erect, and appeared to be considerably larger than mine. It was hard to judge since the camera was not shooting a close-up view, but I guessed his member was probably two inches longer than mine, which would mean it was about ten inches long.

After a dramatic pause, Joanna said, "Sisters of La Crucifems. This man has come before us to offer his special gift to our Sisterhood. I ask you to consider if he is worthy of our attention, and after your consideration, to judge him and cast your vote to either accept or deny the gift."

After another pause, Joanna asked, "My sisters, what is your judgment? Will you accept his special gift, the gift that only a man can give?" As at my crucifixion ceremony, the women's voices rang out as one, saying, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Joanna then said, "So be it." Turning to the man, she said, "The Sisterhood of La Crucifems has graciously consented to accept the gift that you offer. Follow me." She then turned and walked away, jerking the cords viciously to make the man follow her.

The view then changed to another camera, and as the lights near it came up, I could see that it was mounted above and slightly away from an odd-shaped table. The head of the table was T-shaped, and there was the small circle sticking above it that indicated where the victim's head was to be placed. The bottom half of the table was in the shape on an inverted "V". Taken altogether, the table resembled a child's drawing of a stick-figure man.

Joanna led the man to the table, removed the handcuffs, and indicated he should lie upon it. As he was positioning himself there, the other women gathered around him in a loose circle. I could now identify those of the women that I knew, and expecially took note of my wife standing at the man's feet.

Joanna then told the members to bind the man's wrists and ankles to the appropriate parts of the tabletop, and this was quickly done with short lengths of rope she took from a drawer beneath the table. She then took from the drawer an oddly-shaped tray which gleamed like silver. In the center of the tray a depression had been formed into the metal, approximately a foot long and maybe two inches wide. I looked like it had been formed to hold something tubular in shape, and of that approximate length. At one end of the long depression, and to each side of it, were two more depressions in the metal, but these were round and seemed fitted to hold tennis balls or something similar. Also laying on the tray were three lengths of wire, a pair of pliers, and a very ornate dagger.

The bound man looked at the strange tray and it contents, and moaned deep in his throat. Joanna then reached beneath the table at it center point and raised up a wide leather strap. She passed this to the sister standing immediately opposite her, who then placed the end in some sort of buckle and pulled it tight.

Joanna then directed another of the sisters (whom I recognized as Sonya) to spread the man's legs. Sonya reached under the table, and I could tell by her actions that she was turning a handle or a crank. I saw the man's feet and legs being drawn straight back toward his head, and realized that what I had thought was a "V" was actually four separate pieces, jointed at the knees and the crotch. Sonya kept turning the handle until the man's knees were almost straight out from his hips. I could see the tendons in his thighs pushing out from under the skin, and knew the stretching he was enduring must be causing intense pain. His increased groaning and gasping confirmed this to me.

Joanna then picked up one of the pieces of wire from the tray and directed another sister to, "Prepare the gift with the first binding." What she did then told me the nature of the "special gift" I had for so long wondered about, and it caused me to experience the most intense arousal I'd know for many days.

The sister took the wire from Joanna and looped it twice around the base of his cock. She then drew the ends tight and twisted them together. Joanna handed her the pliers, and she used them to again twist the wire ends until the wire itself sunk into the man's cock a short distance. With this added source of pain, he began to groan even louder.

Joanna then handed the second wire to another of the sisters, with the instruction to, "Prepare the gift with the second binding." The sister again wrapped the wire around the man's cock, but this time about 1/2" above the first one. She twisted the ends together, then tightened them with the pliers. I couldn't fathom the purpose of this second wire, but knew it would become clear to me shortly.

The third wire was given to another sister, and this time the instruction was to, "Prepare the gift with the third and final binding." This wire was placed around the neck of the man's ball sac, and again twisted and tightened.

As the man's genitals slowly died from the constriction of the wires, he began to moan very loudly and to try to move his midsection up and down. I realized that he was doing this more from his state of extreme arousal than from the excruciating pain he must be feeling.

Joanna then raised the dagger from the tray and held it high above her head, saying, "This man has come before the Sisterhood of La Crucifems to offer the special gift that only a man can give. I ask you again sisters, will you accept his gift?" This time the cries were much more subdued, and I could tell that the women's voices were made husky by their own arousal and passion. I saw that several of them were tugging on their nipples and frigging their pussies.

Joanna lowered the dagger, saying once again, "So be it", and walked around the man's horribly stretched legs and positioned herself in front of his crotch. She knelt and then held the point of the dagger up to the man's sac. With one hand she lifted the sac, and with the other she inserted the point of the dagger a short distance into the flesh, entering it next to the constricting wire and close to his asshole.

She began to draw the dagger down in a straight line, moving toward the lowest point on the bag, and keeping the point just barely beneath the skin. She continued the cut up and over the sac and stopped only when she had reached the wire again, but this time just underneath the base of his cock.

At this point, she turned the knife ninety degrees and began to follow the path of the wire that was wrapped around his sac. She continued until she had gone all the way around, and returned to her starting place on top of the sac.

She repositioned the point of the dagger beneath one of the flaps of skin that she had just sliced, and slowly began to lift the skin of his ball bag, stopping frequently to cut away connective tissue inside it. When she had completely removed the first half of his sac's skin, she placed the piece on the tray. Again positioning herself, she began lifting and removing the remaining section of skin covering the man's testes. When it was also freed, it joined its twin on the tray.

As the man's nuts were freed from the sac where they had spent their entire life, they seemed to fall away from his body four or five inches. I could see that they were now held only by the sperm ducts.

Joanna then stood and turned to face Chrissy. She said, "Sister Christine, as our newest member, will you accept this man's first gift?"

I saw Chrissy move forward, and had my first clear look at her since the ceremony had begun. Her mouth was almost halfway open and she was breathing in large gasps. Her lovely nipples were as hard as diamonds, and as large as the tip of my little finger. I knew that she was tremendously aroused by what she had witnessed so far, and even more by her anticipation of what was yet to come.

Joanna handed the dagger to Chrissy, who took it in her hand. She then knelt before the man's crotch and dangling balls. With one hand she lifted one of the testes high into the air so that the man could see it for the last time it would be attached to his body. She said, "Thank you for this gift you have freely offered to the Sisterhood of La Crucifems."

I expected her to then use the dagger to cut away the ball and cord, and was shocked to immobility when she leaned forward and bit through the cord with her teeth! So that was what Joanna meant about her "creativity" at the session. Now I understood.

The other sisters were murmuring approvingly, and some even stopped playing with themselves long enough to applaud her unique way of taking the gift. Chrissy then handed the severed teste to Joanna, who placed it in one of the circular depressions in the tray.

When I was again able to focus on the television screen, I saw that Marissa was now between the man's legs and was holding his remaining ball up for him to see. She repeated the same sentence that Chrissy had, and then simply sliced through the cord to remove it. After the second ball had been placed on the tray, she handed the knife to Joanna.

Joanna accepted the knife, and again repeated what was surely a long-used part of this probably very-old ceremony. "Sisters of La Crucifems, we are now honor-bound to accept the last part of this man's gift to our Society. He has come before us of his own free will and offered this gift to us. We have accepted those parts of his gift that men deem precious, and now it is time to accept the remaining part of his gift. I charge you now, my sisters, to come forth, and by your actions, prove to this man that the Sisterhood truly cherishes his gift to us."

Joanna then placed her right hand around the shaft of the man's cock and began to repeat the hand motions that males have used for centuries to bring themselves pleasure. Even though she masturbated him for only a few seconds, his state of arousal reached such a fever pitch that he began to roll his head from side to side and emit loud groans and moans, interspersed with the phrases all men use when at that point where their cum is about to burst forth.

As soon as Joanna finished, the next sister stepped forward and placed her hand where Joanna's had been so shortly before. This continued until all the sisters but Chrissy had masturbated his bound cock. I knew his torment had to be tremendous, and his overwhelming need to cum was the only focus of his fevered brain. Yet, for all his need, he was unable to release his seed because of the wires so tightly wrapped around his penis.

Chrissy was the last of the sisters to place her hand on his penis, and I expected her to repeat the jacking motion the others had all used. However, instead of doing that, she leaned over and took his cock in her mouth. I was frozen in shock. Here she was with a strange man's penis in her lovely mouth, bobbing her head up and down and running her tongue over the head just as if she were an expert at giving blow jobs. In all the time we had known one another, she had placed her mouth over my cock only one time, and that for just a few seconds. My own cock ached with the need it felt to be in her mouth, and to feel what he was feeling now.

The man was brought to reality for a short space of time by my wife's ministrations, and he raised his head as much as possible to watch what she was doing to him. He began to beg to be allowed to cum, pleading with the sisters to please remove the wires to allow him just one last orgasm.

His pleas were in vain at this stage of the ceremony, and I guessed that very few of the sisters, if any, actually heard his words. They were now rubbing their breasts or the breasts of the woman next to them, or had their hands buried in their own cunts or their sister's cunts.

Chrissy finally removed her mouth from the man's cock and looked directly at his face, saying, "Thank you for this gift." She then stepped away from his crotch.

Joanna moved to replace Chrissy between this legs, and again raised the dagger high, saying, "The Sisterhood of La Crucifems accepts your gift." She then placed the cutting edge of the knife against his shaft, between the two wires, and sliced through the flesh. I now understood why two separate wires had been wrapped around his cock.

As Joanna had sliced through the tissue, a momentary spurt of blood was seen, but it couldn't have been more than a couple of thimblefuls. Any further bleeding from his body was prevented by the wire at the base of his cock, and the blood in his cock was held there by the second wire. When Joanna held his severed cock high in the air for all to see, it was still rampant.

When the man saw Joanna holding his severed penis, still hugely erect, he screamed several times in succession as he stared at it. His head then fell to the table, and I could see that he was unconscious. In the sudden quiet, I could hear several small cries from the sisters gathered around him, and knew they were locked in the throes of intense orgasms. I couldn't see Chrissy at that moment, but was sure that she was among those who were cumming.

The last minute of the tape showed Joanna placing the severed cock in the long depression in the tray, between the two balls that had been its lifelong companions. I don't know what ultimate fate lay in store for the man's genitals, or even the man himself, for the tape ended at that point.

As I lay on the bed gasping for breath with the intensity of my arousal, the only rational thought I had was when I realized that I now understood why people would pay $10,000 for a copy of that tape. I felt sure that many would pay ten or even a hundred times that.

I lay wide awake that night, unable to sleep for even a few moments. I kept reviewing the scenes from the tape, and in less than one hour, in my mind at least, I was the man tied to the table. It was my cock and balls being bound with wire; it was my sac being opened allowing my testes to be removed and placed on the tray; it was my cock being sucked by Chrissy, and then held aloft before taking its place on the silver tray.

I don't know that my cock was ever soft during that time, even with the training that Chrissy had given it. The pre-cum leaked continuously from its tip, and I felt aching pain in my abdomen, caused by my intense need to cum.

I know I must have looked in bad condition when Chrissy finally returned from Gloria's house. The moment she came through the door, and saw me kneeling there, she asked, "Honey, are you okay? You look awful. What's the matter?" I was unable to answer, both from my shame at having looked at the tape without her permission, and my utter and complete confusion of mind due to my hours-long arousal.

I fumbled with her pants and got them off her, then pulled down her panties. As I lay back and opened my mouth, she asked me if I were in any shape to do this, wondering if maybe I were ill. It was all I could do to gasp, "Please. I need you."

She then settled to her accustomed position atop my open mouth. She looked with concern at my face as she released her urine, watching to see if I really would be able to drink it. When she could see that I was gulping it greedily, then caressing her abdomen as if asking for more, she seemed to relax. As soon as I had licked her dry, she moved forward on my face and allowed my to eat her gift.

She had immediately seen my extremely aroused condition when she entered, and as she stood to put on her clothing, she asked, "What got you so hot last night? Were you doing something naughty?"

I was embarrassed by her question, since in my mind I had been doing something "naughty" by looking at the tape without her permission. I remained kneeling in front of her and hung my head, unable to speak.

She reached down to me, cupped her hand under my chin, and raised my face to look at her. She asked, in the sweetest, most understanding voice a concerned woman could ever use, "Sweetheart, did you look at that tape last night? Is that what has you so aroused?"

I couldn't lie to her when she was looking at me like that, and rasped out, "Yes. I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have done it. I'm sorry."

She reached down to me and helped me to my feet, and told me to go clean myself, then join her on the couch.

After we were seated, she put her arm around me and drew me close. "Sweetheart, I intended for you to look at that tape. You don't have to feel guilty about it. I've known for a long time that you were curious about what was done at that special session, and I began to realize that you needed to know, since it's such a basic part of the Sisterhood."

"La Crucifems has been accepting the 'special gifts' from men for centuries. Many times, the man comes to us voluntarily, and offers the gifts of his own free will. There have been other times, though, when the gift was offered by his wife."

"The man in the tape you looked at last night was a willing volunteer. He knew that his life would be better without his genitals controlling every single thing he did, and every single thought he had. He was truly being led around by his cock, and knew that he'd been a better person without it. Ths Sisterhood accepted his gift, and you saw the result."

"Not all men come to the table willingly, as I said. Gloria told me of one two years ago who was brought to us by his wife. She first approached one of the sisters to ask her help. She had just learned that her husband had been molesting their 10-year-old daughter, and she couldn't let that continue. The sister then approached Joanna to ask if the Sisterhood could help."

"Joanna gave the sister a drug, and instructed her to give it to her friend, who was then to place it in her husband's food or drink. She was instructed to do that on a certain night, so that the Sisterhood would be prepared at the appropriate time."

"The sister then drove to her friend's house on the appointed night, and found the man in a drugged state, but still very much aware of his surroundings. His wife and the sister got him to the car, covered his head with a hood, and brought him to Joanna's house. Once there, he was placed on the table that you saw in the tape, and his gifts were taken."

"Gloria said that all the women knew the situation, and that the man was treated very roughly before the knife was used. Apparently his balls were smashed as he watched, and then doused with alcohol and set afire. His cock was burned repeatedly with a candle, then it too was doused and lit. He passed out several times from the pain, and every time he did, Joanna would hold smelling salts to his nose to awaken him so that he would be forced to watch as his genitals were destroyed."

"At the end of the ceremony, when the remains of his cock and balls were laying on the tray, Joanna's Russian wolfhound was brought into the room. The tray was set on the floor, and the man watched as his precious tools were eaten by the dog."

By the time Chrissy had finished her story, I was so aroused that I was almost unconscious. She could see my terrible state, and asked me if I wanted to cum. All I could do was gasp out, "Please."

She stood and led me to the bedroom, and told me to lie on the bed. She didn't undress as I expected her to, but merely sat down beside me and questioned, "When you think about the tape, is it you tied to the table?"

I again gasped in answer, "Yes". She then placed her thumb and forefinger around the base of my cock and squeezed as hard as she could, asking, "Was it your dick that felt the wires?" Again I answered.

She then placed her fingers around the neck of my sac, and again squeezed with all her might. "Was it your balls that were exposed to the air, then held high for you to see?"

"Yes", I gasped.

Then she said, "All the time the man was on the table, in my mind it was you tied there. It was your ball that I bit off, and your cock in my mouth. I wanted so much for it to be you."

She then lowered her head to my horribly aching, engorged, dripping penis and asked, "Do you want to cum now?" I was unable to form even the single word that would deliver me from this Hell of torment I was in, and nodded my head hoping she would see it.

She then whispered the sweetest words a man could ever hear, "Cum for me, now." She opened her mouth and took my cock deep inside it, sucking rapidly and strongly. I remember the first spurt burning like the hottest fire imaginable, then was simply out of my head with the pleasure and pain of the long-delayed release. Chrissy had never before done this for me, and I believed now that I was simply imagining it, having become demented to the state that I could no longer recognize reality.

I continue to pump my semen into her mouth, and she kept sucking and swallowing. It seemed an eternity before my body finally ejected the last of my cum, and then I could feel her tongue running over the head of my cock and even down into the hole there, as if unwilling to miss even the smallest drop of my fluid. She finally finished and raised her head.

Smiling for all the world like a pleased schoolgirl, she asked, "Did you like that, honey?"

I was still gasping for breath and unable to formulate even the simplest of words, or even to remember how to speak. My brain remained in a state of ecstasy, and seemed incapable of thought. When at last I could again talk, I looked at this adorable creature still leaning over my crotch, and still with my cock in her hand, and said, "I didn't know anything could feel that way. I've never in my life been that deep into my soul, or even guessed that there was such a place as you just sent me."

I could see that she was pleased with the effect her attentions had produced. She looked at my still erect cock and smiled. "Still thinking about the 'gift'?", she asked.

I was simply beyond and ability to hold back my thoughts when talking to this beautiful woman, my wife, and said, "Yes. I may never be able to forget it. Seeing that tape made me hotter than I ever remember being. I may never be able to get rid of that erection."

I saw a momentary look of sadness pass over her face, quickly replaced by a smile. She said, "Maybe someday, my love, you'll want to."

I asked her if she meant that she thought I would offer it to the Sisterhood as my special gift, and that it would be taken from me as had happened in the tape. She said, "No. That could never happen to you. The husbands of the sisters are not eligible for that particular ritual. It's reserved for men from outside our group. Even though you right now want to see yourself on the table, and I want you there with all my heart, it can't happen."

I had cooled off enough by that point to ask her why she had taken my cock into her mouth as I climaxed. I reminded her that never before had she done such a thing, and wondered why she had this time. She smiled, and took some time to formulate her answer.

"I guess that I was turned on quite a bit myself, and that, combined with your own extreme arousal, just made me forget my inhibitions." We both laughed at this, because the idea of her having any inhibitions at all when it came to sex was more than humorous, it was ludicrous.

She then got a pensive look on her face, and said, "You know, I've always thought that you and I are somehow connected in a way much different than anything physical. I've said at other times that we were on the same 'wavelength', and that's pretty much what I'm talking about. It's almost as if I know what you're feeling and thinking, and you know the same for me. I know that when you get turned on, then just the fact that you're that way makes me that way. Then when you sense that I'm aroused, you become even more so. It's almost like some sort of feedback loop, where your arousal feeds mine, and then mine feeds yours. And so on and so on."

"I think that's the thing that makes me want to hurt you so much. I can sense that you like to feel sexual pain, and so I want to give you more. That makes you hotter, which makes me want to hurt you even more. Someday, I'm afraid that I won't be able to stop, and I'll look down and see that I'm holding your cock and balls in my hand, and they're no longer attached to you. That makes me afraid, for both of us."

I pulled her to me, and we hugged and kissed as we lay on the bed. I'm sure that we said more to each other then, but I don't recall any of it. What I do recall is a feeling of overwhelming love for my wife, and knowing once again that she was the most important thing to me in the whole world.

To be continued . . .