mariaexecutie
The "cute" in execution!
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Hi Everyone! I'm depositing my extremely unusual fetish here and, honestly, wishing it and anyone who is attracted to it well! I've had an amazing run fantasizing about being executed, or, rather the moment before I'm to be hanged or electrocuted, and I've reached an age when, well, things are changing and my sexuality is among them.
Still, I can remember first getting aroused at the thought of being tied up and mutely awaiting my fate some 40 years ago, and the more I indulged the fantasy, the more elaborate it became. At the root of any of my musings on execution was being completely helpless and reduced to a thing, and the whole ceremony of being prepared was a big part of my excitement. My executioners (either male or female) were always very concerned that I be perfectly still and silent, so I would have to be excessively bound or strapped down, I mean, ridiculously so - really only because it would take so long, which I loved.
I've had partners over the years who I could trust to tie me up really well, who knew what they were doing and were willing, for example, to draw me up by the neck so I could pretend I was about to be hanged. I've never been actually hanged and I'm pretty sure I did not and do not want that, but I have loved playing with the idea, and had the great luck to find partners who would indulge me. Not often, but enough.
Another way to get close to that same edge was breath control, and, as you can see from my profile pic, I did meet the right person for that play once in a while, and it was amazing being so completely handled and controlled, down to the source of life, my breath.
I had some horrible experiences too, two failed marriages being among them. I have been hard on my sexual partners, honestly. Not only would I escape into fantasy while simply fucking, but even with partners who could actually service (some of) my needs, they were so intense at times that I'm afraid I would exhaust their interest. I was a pretty demanding bottom.
Into my mid-30s I had a crazy work life as an account manager for a Fortune 500 company, traveling all the time, partying too much of the time, and inclined through that time to making dubious choices. An unplanned, unerotic, unforgettable near-near-death experience shook me to the core at 34, I quit my job and marriage #2, entered therapy, quit drinking and smoking and drugs, and nearly renounced my sexuality.
That ended up staying with me, however, and I think my best feeling for it and experiences of it were in that 15 years between getting sober and my late 40s. Death wishes were consigned exclusively to fantasy, but I attracted better quality tops with better bondage skills. I went back to school and joined the teaching profession for 20 years (from which I just retired). I was (and am) still sexually a "special needs" person, but got a grip on myself and finally enjoyed sex and anytime I could play with any of the weird energies I loved so much.
I'm honestly glad my needs are fewer and simpler these days. Now that menopause has come and gone I look back upon my weirdly colorful, sometimes reckless, often extremely exciting, erotic life with fondness and gratitude because I got to live how I was made, however psychically odd that may have been. Now I have a partner with whom I talk about my past, who loves my bizarre stories and with whom I have a settled life and vanilla sex - gently and infrequently, which suits me just fine.
So, the pictures you'll find here are all "drawn" from my fantasies, and most of them were done for me by others who seemed to like both my tastes and a challenge. A few of them are my own work, and while I won't spoil the fun I bet you can tell which is which. :) This dump represents a housecleaning, meaning I've cleared all this off a few hard drives, and Motherless is their last resting place, so to speak. If this site goes away, this collection goes with it. So, please enjoy!
Still, I can remember first getting aroused at the thought of being tied up and mutely awaiting my fate some 40 years ago, and the more I indulged the fantasy, the more elaborate it became. At the root of any of my musings on execution was being completely helpless and reduced to a thing, and the whole ceremony of being prepared was a big part of my excitement. My executioners (either male or female) were always very concerned that I be perfectly still and silent, so I would have to be excessively bound or strapped down, I mean, ridiculously so - really only because it would take so long, which I loved.
I've had partners over the years who I could trust to tie me up really well, who knew what they were doing and were willing, for example, to draw me up by the neck so I could pretend I was about to be hanged. I've never been actually hanged and I'm pretty sure I did not and do not want that, but I have loved playing with the idea, and had the great luck to find partners who would indulge me. Not often, but enough.
Another way to get close to that same edge was breath control, and, as you can see from my profile pic, I did meet the right person for that play once in a while, and it was amazing being so completely handled and controlled, down to the source of life, my breath.
I had some horrible experiences too, two failed marriages being among them. I have been hard on my sexual partners, honestly. Not only would I escape into fantasy while simply fucking, but even with partners who could actually service (some of) my needs, they were so intense at times that I'm afraid I would exhaust their interest. I was a pretty demanding bottom.
Into my mid-30s I had a crazy work life as an account manager for a Fortune 500 company, traveling all the time, partying too much of the time, and inclined through that time to making dubious choices. An unplanned, unerotic, unforgettable near-near-death experience shook me to the core at 34, I quit my job and marriage #2, entered therapy, quit drinking and smoking and drugs, and nearly renounced my sexuality.
That ended up staying with me, however, and I think my best feeling for it and experiences of it were in that 15 years between getting sober and my late 40s. Death wishes were consigned exclusively to fantasy, but I attracted better quality tops with better bondage skills. I went back to school and joined the teaching profession for 20 years (from which I just retired). I was (and am) still sexually a "special needs" person, but got a grip on myself and finally enjoyed sex and anytime I could play with any of the weird energies I loved so much.
I'm honestly glad my needs are fewer and simpler these days. Now that menopause has come and gone I look back upon my weirdly colorful, sometimes reckless, often extremely exciting, erotic life with fondness and gratitude because I got to live how I was made, however psychically odd that may have been. Now I have a partner with whom I talk about my past, who loves my bizarre stories and with whom I have a settled life and vanilla sex - gently and infrequently, which suits me just fine.
So, the pictures you'll find here are all "drawn" from my fantasies, and most of them were done for me by others who seemed to like both my tastes and a challenge. A few of them are my own work, and while I won't spoil the fun I bet you can tell which is which. :) This dump represents a housecleaning, meaning I've cleared all this off a few hard drives, and Motherless is their last resting place, so to speak. If this site goes away, this collection goes with it. So, please enjoy!
