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When I awoke the morning after the party, breakfast was brought to me and I was unfastened and told to eat and shower. My jailer said she would return in an hour and I was to be taken to the garden. I assumed this was so I could be sketched. My Mistress like to put me into bondage and sit before me and sketch me for articles in her magazine. She felt that the more women could see how wonderful it was to see a naked male in bondage, the more would join her in her quest for female supremacy. I was taken from my cell in the usual bondage position for walking and led to the garden. My Mistress was already sitting in her chair and I knelt to kiss her feet. She told my jailer to crucify me and she would ber back in a few minutes. I was tied onto a large mechanical cross and she pulled a lever and I was lifted upright. My wrists were fastened on the crossbeams and my ankles were tied to rings near the base, about a foot off the ground. At first it was quite uncomfortable but it slowly became extremely painful. My Mistress came back and waited until I was stretched in a lot of pain before she began to sketch.