Today is Good Friday, so even the least religious folks, know that it’s the day observed to mark the passing of Jesus on the cross. Nowadays, we often see milder simulations of said act on BDSM sites, such as you can witness in the members’ area preview of BDSM BLVD. It seems fitting that the review was just posted today.

The site has loads of pics and videos, mostly exclusive and measuring up relatively well as far as fetish theme purity. Mistress Tracy says that most of scenes are set against domestic backdrops. That leaves me asking myself why I don’t have a cross in my living room upon which to tie some whore in a leather vest, lace panties and boots with slut emblazoned across them, as I saw in the preview pic.

I guess I just haven’t found the right decorator. Come to think of it though, I’m not sure I know the right kind of girl who would be willing to be crucified even in such a fun playful manner. Probably, since in my past, I’m usually the one being tortured in the relationship. Can’t help myself, I enjoy receiving pain, more than giving it. Even if it is supposedly better to give than it is to receive, I’m still just a glutton for punishment.

Speaking of which, apparently, being devoutly religious can lead some to willing accept a ritual far kinkier than most any master or dominatrix would inflict upon his or her most subservient sub. According to a story from AFP (04/06/07), in one Filipino village called Cutud, 10 miles from the capital city of the Philippines, they’re actually crucifying men to celebrate The Passion of Christ. We’re talking five-inch stainless steel nails through their palms.

One wonders what the complete process involves, since I remember awhile back hearing some dispute over whether a nail through palms could even carry the weight of a human body. I think in the end, through some gruesome experiment involving cadavers, it was proven as possible, but the damage done to someone’s hand would be irreparable.

Apparently, other participants in the event march down the streets while self-flagellating their backs with whips until they’re raw and bloody. It is meant to be a solemn occasion as participate in these extreme acts as a way of doing penance, or based upon promises made to God in exchange for his past generosity.

However, many foreigners turn out to watch and have turned it into more of loud, boisterous tourist attraction than anything else. Myself, I think I’ll keep to chocolate eggs and bunnies. The only torture I want is the feeling of my swollen belly pressing to hard against my waistband.