[tanuno] 🤪 My works, my belongings.

tanuno · 2026-10-24T06:07:10+0100

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After taking a well-deserved break and refreshing her throat, Mom continues by recounting one of her mischievous escapades.

My legs grew weak from fear and nerves as my son and one of his friends lifted me up and pressed my back against the wood of the cross. All eyes were fixed on my nearly naked body. Someone handed a hammer to Tanuno’s friend, and another person passed him some nails. "Shit!" I exclaimed aloud when I saw them. They placed the first nail against the palm of one of my hands and, using the hammer, drove it through my flesh and into the wood. The searing pain made me scream—a reaction that the party guests seemed to enjoy, especially Tanuno, my beloved son, who took the greatest pleasure in watching what was being done to his mother. That actually made me feel better, knowing I was bringing joy to my son; and I was quite certain that my husband was enjoying it too, watching from somewhere on the other side of the lake. Then, they nailed my other hand. The nails driven through my feet were, by far, the most painful, yet everyone was having a great time—some watching, others doing the nailing. (It seemed to me that Tanuno asked for the hammer and nailed my other hand to the cross, and I am certain that his friend, OldGreyGeek, took his turn nailing one of my feet.)

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Once they had made sure I was securely nailed—with no risk of falling or ending up dangling by just one hand or foot (SAFETY FIRST, as my husband—Tanuno’s father—always instilled in us; he was surely watching with satisfaction, seeing that we were following his advice)—they left me pinned to the cross while they ate and enjoyed the barbecue. Tanuno chatted with his father over a video call, and I even blew kisses toward the camera. I was happy; I was the center of attention and the life of the barbecue. The pain was intense, no matter how I tried to move. Naturally, all eyes were on me; the men looked at me with lust (I even heard comments about how they’d love to drive nails into my tits—ha, ha, ha!). Among the women, the reactions were much the same: I spotted a group of three wondering how much longer I could endure the suffering—and, specifically, how many nails could be driven into my ass. I could feel the wood against my bare back. Did I mention that the pain was both unbearable and delicious at the same time?

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Everyone kept socializing while I suffered on the cross, as the afternoon gave way to dusk. The tiny thong dug into my backside, my arms ached intensely, and my legs felt like they were on fire. The worst part was that I didn’t know how to say anything—I was too embarrassed—but... I ended up peeing right there. The silver lining? Everyone celebrated it even more than I’d imagined. I wondered how much longer I’d have to stay like this, or if they even intended to take me down. The men and women were truly enjoying it, and...

A note from Tanuno’s Mom: I won’t spoil anything; you’ll have to wait and see what I share next. I hope that, as a reward, I’ve earned myself some sex—that would be nice, right, forum folks?