If Carlsberg made stocks they would have made this one. Solid oak with padded black leather surrounding the holes where my head and arms are secured. Brass studs fasten the leather in place and the fixtures and fittings are all shiny brass.
It is a beautiful piece of apparatus, unfortunately, dear reader, I can see very little of its beauty. I am fastened in its centre and the current raison d'etre for its being.
Although I am standing with legs fastened, my stomach is resting on a black leather covered bench. This is part of the apparatus and set about nine inches from the actual stocks which allows my tits to hang free. My Master has laid a black towel on the bench so my bare skin would not be too uncomfortable on the shiny leather, he is a kind and generous Master.
I don't like my tits, they're too big, uncomfortable and heavy and even at my age have a slight droop. Bras confine, make me sweat, the only good thing about them is when you take them off. Men do seem to like my tits so it's not all bad.
My Master has locked me here, bent at the hips, pretty well unable to move. My legs are fastened together in black leather clad cuffs attached to a mechanism which can swing them out wide. I don't know how wide the limit is but I've been stretched wide enough.
The first time he used this he put his cock in my pussy while my legs were fairly close together and using a remote control he had me slowly open up as he drove into me. It was a weird sensation being fucked while my legs were opening and closing out of my control. It was a while ago and one of the occasions I was allowed to cum. He came into me when my legs were at their widest and he left me there. Instead of our juices running down my legs they dropped directly onto the floor and of course I ended up on my hands and knees licking them up. Yes dear reader there is little he wouldn't make me do and nothing I won't do for him. (It was a great fuck though).
The padding makes it quite comfortable, most of my weight being taken by my stomach. It is height adjustable and guess what, the adjustments place the subjugates (my) mouth, pussy and bumhole at the perfect height to take his cock.
Click. SMACK. Yeooooowww.
Sorry, I forgot to mention, I may have to interrupt this narrative occasionally as my Master has set up this spanking machine before he left. I don't know precisely how it works as I am always on the receiving end. He's set it to hit at random times and random heights, sometimes there is a two or three minute gap between hits, other times half an hour or so it's hard to tell as time passes slowly in this situation. While I have been stuck here my bum has been hit about a dozen times from my thighs to the highest available spot on my bum that can be hit with a horizontal blow. This last one hit the top of my thigh / bottom of my bum and it fucking hurt.
The one thing that lifts the spirits, dear reader, is when I gain a little victory and in this case I could hear the machine click a split second before it hit me! So thanks to my Girl Guide training I can be prepared. Prepared! Fuck I can tense my muscles for all the good that does. Shit! What I haven't heard this time is the machine moving up or down as it usually does after it has let fly. Does that mean it's going to hit in that same tender spot? Please no. That's the most tender spot, there is no way I can get out of the way. I hope it is a long wait before the next one to let the pain dissipate a bit. At least it is the clear plastic bat thing that is hitting me and not the cane.
Sorry about that, as I say I may have to interrupt my little drama occasionally as having my bum hit tends to distract me. Oh yes the perfect height, so take his cock I did, finishing with it in my bum. I jumped ahead; he fastened me carefully in the stocks so I was comfortable(ish). There is no way I can release my arms as he has put cuffs on them so even though the padding was soft my arms will not come through the holes. My ankles are fastened together at the moment.
My tits hang free in the gap designed for that purpose which is better than having my weight pressing on them. My nipples are always tender, my Master keeps them in a state of tenderness for his amusement.
There was an occasion while I was in the position I am in now when he left the room and returned with a narrow trolley which he pushed into the 'tit gap'. Lifting my right tit he slid a bowl of ice water under it and allowed my tit to drop into it. Oh my God, it was a shock to the system, he repeated it with my left tit.
I was gasping for breath, but not for long his cock was in my mouth before I could moan. After about a minute he removed his cock from my mouth and the water from my tits, my nipples were standing to attention, can they stand to attention in a downward direction? Maybe hanging to attention. Whatever they were tumescent.
He hit my cold, hard, bloated nipples with a crop, one and then the other. My whole world became a world of pain centred around my nipples. Can you imagine, dear reader, the pain of being hit on frozen nipples, nipples that were tender to start with? I screamed, twice, it certainly took my mind off the cold until the bowls returned, tits in ice and his cock in my pussy. Oh fuck he was wasting his time fucking me all my nerve endings were dormant except for the ones bundled into my poor nipples. All my attention was on my cold, burning nipples. At the end of the day the fuck was not for my benefit, not that he was always so selfish sometimes he fucked me for my benefit, well mutual benefit would be more honest.
He smacked my nipples again 'Yeeeeeoowwww,' the pain was horrendous. My poor freezing abused nipples....
"Yeeeeooowwww, "the basssss... my Master's spanking machine hit exactly the same place again, fucking random my arse, it fucking hurt. I am so busy thinking about my nipples I didn't hear the click.
Sorry I was telling you about my abused nipples, they were stinging, he put them back in the water. For a second the cold was wonderful taking the burn away but soon it changed to pain. His cock was back in my mouth, he generously quickly removed the water and hit my nipples again. I cried out even louder this time and I cried, tears dripping off my face, ruining the carefully applied makeup. For fuck's sake why should I care about makeup? I'm in fucking agony and that bastards laughing "Are you alright my little whore?" he asked.
