It was not easy for Linda to suffer her favorite pain. Here is how she did it.

I went to work to build my cross and attempted to build into the cross the ability to provide these features, except for the feature of inescapability. The cross bar was fixed at my shoulder level so my arms would be stretched straight out from my body. Leather wrist bands with S hooks would fasten to rings at the end of the cross bar. It was easy to hook the S hooks so my arms were snuggly pulled away from my body. At the bottom of the cross, leather straps were fixed to the cross with openings large enough to allow my feet to step into these. As long as these feet straps had no pressure on them, it was possible to put my feet in and take them out with little effort. But, if I was lifted up just a little, the sides of the straps would tighten, making it impossible to remove my feet.

How to lift me off the ground so I would hang crucified with my feet secured was a problem that was solved with the aid of a timer, a satellite dish actuator, and a little ingenuity. The actuator had an arm that went in and out to rotate a dish that we no longer used. It was possible to program the timer to control the time when the arm of the actuator was out or pulled back. By mounting the actuator on the cross at the same level of my lower waste, drilling a hole in the cross for the arm of the actuator, fixing a pad on the arm of the actuator between the back of the cross and my back, things were prepared for my self-crucifixion.

It took me all day to complete the building of my cross. All day my hunger grew to experience this cross. I was wet all day. I breathed deeply and at times thought I was going to have a orgasm. When I stepped on the cross to see if everything fit, I did have an orgasm. I stepped out of the foot straps with no problem and unhooked the wrist straps with no problem I would be able to escape.

It was ready. It was three P.M. It was possible to be on the cross in fifteen minutes. I checked everything out just to be sure. The timer was set to turn the actuator on at 3:15 to extend the arm that would lift me and push my back forward, thus crucifying me. The actuator was timed to be withdrawn at 3:45. Thirty minutes on the cross would be enough time, maybe too long. I tried the actuaor without me on the cross by moving the timer. It worked very well.

I knew that I had not experienced these pains since I was a young girl, at which time I was not able to endure them but for seconds. It was likely that it would be the same now. That’s why thirty minutes was enough time to stay crucified. I would be forced to wait thirty minutes until the timer signaled the arm to retract.

The timer was set to give me five minutes to secure myself to the cross, and then the arm would lift me. If I was on that cross when the timer finished five minutes, there would be no backing out. I plugged the timer into the electricity. I nervously walked to the cross. I was so sexually aroused and excited that it was difficult to fasten the S hooks; it was more difficult to place my feet in the foot straps than anticipated. The timer turned on the arm to raise me off the ground and transfer the weight of my body to my arms. I knew this would stretch me like a rubber ban from one wrist, through my arms, armpits, and chest, gravity being the force of my torture. .

The arm started to push my back. My feet left the ground and my feet were held firm by the foot straps. It was working. The arm kept pushing and my back separated from the cross. The muscles in my armpits were burning just like when I was ten years old. I had an orgasm but the arm kept pushing my back until my body was becoming a reversed C. The pain kept growing in my armpits. This pain was joined by abdominal pain as these muscles also pained. The arm kept going. I screamed. I was frantic. I had done too good of a job. I was ready to give when the timer stopped the arm from extending. My stomach was tight and the abdominal stretch was in full force. I was frantic. I wished the timer had been set for five minutes.

It seemed that the thirty minutes would never pass. I cried, pulled against my wrists and feet straps but was completely helpless to move. The torture was everything I imagined it to be but only worse since I could not stop it until the timer turned the arm to withdraw. I began to drool. I fainted. I vomited. There was pain in muscles I did not know existed. My tendons stretched in my arms and legs. The pain intensified with each passing moment.

I had done what mother told me not to do. “When you are hungry, do not put too much food on your plate or else you will have more than you can eat.”

I had fantasized and hungered about experiencing this inescapable pain for years. It was too much. I did not want to finish my time but I had to stay on the cross until the cross released me. I fainted. As my consciousness returned, I opened my eyes. It was dark, the lights had gone out. The snow had resulted in the electricity going off. It could take days for the power company to fix the problem.