I am the museum director at a well known Virginia museum that specializes in depicting early American Colonial history. I started working at the museum in my 20's and now, in my early 40's, I am now head of the museum. Your normal perception of a museum director is someone who is short and pudgy. Contrary to that image, I've stayed a fit 5'7" virile male with a high sexual appetite.
The museum had just completed a new exhibit of very early American colonial life. The exhibit depicted an early settlement, with a town square replica, complete with a stock for punishing people who broke the rules. To give a little history, a stock is something where the person is bent over a wooden board with half-round cutouts for head and hands. Another board, with matching half βround cutouts, is locked over the top of the person's head and hands. It was usually set out in the town square so the offender would get the full effect of public humiliation, either verbal or physical.
It had been only a few days since the exhibit had opened and there was the initial opening day crowds for a new exhibit. I was pleased that the new exhibit was such a hit with patrons as a lot of time and energy had been invested in making the items in the exhibit as accurate as possible.
It was late on Friday afternoon as I was talking with the person at the information desk when a stunning blonde beauty approached. She was dressed in a button-down blouse and a knee-length full skirt. The skirt showed off a perfect pair of athletic legs, toned and muscular. These were a pair of legs that could wrap around you and hold on tight. I estimated that her breasts were about 36D and were further accented by hair long flowing hair down over some obvious nipple protrusions. Her blues and luscious lips were the finishing touch on a perfect body. I was nearly drooling over the sight of her as I watched her sign the guest book as Karen from a nearby city, then watched her sweet ass as she walked away.
As usual, I would take a slow walk through the museum, making sure all the exhibits stayed in good condition and also judge patron's reactions to the exhibits. I've found that I've been able to make the exhibits better by observing patron's reactions. Sometimes I will stop at a particular exhibit and offer historical background on the exhibit to the gathered crowd.
As I walked the museum this late afternoon, I caught numerous glimpses of Karen as she viewed the exhibits. Each time I saw her, I felt my dick start to get hard. The image of Karen just got me lusting after her more and more with each glimpse of her. I was almost at the point of going into my private office to jackoff.
When Karen had come in 30 minutes till closing time, I noted that she wanted to see everything. I knew that she really wouldn't be able to take in all the museum had to offer in that amount of time, and be able to get the full experience before closing time.
In the last few minutes before closing, I was ushering the last patrons out the door. Thinking that all had left, I dismissed the last of the staff and locked the door. As one last duty, I walked the museum to do a final check to make sure the museum was cleared of all patrons.
As I approached the new Early Colonial Times exhibit, I noticed that there was still one patron left. It was Karen and she was taking her time viewing the exhibit. When I approached her, she was a little startled but I reassured her that I was just checking to see how she liked the exhibit. As I gave her some background information on the exhibit, Karen started asking me questions about everything in the exhibit and I was more than happy to find more time to be close to her.
What caught her interest most seamed to be the replica stocks. She asked if they really did that back then, what constituted being put in the stocks, and what it was like for the person that was put in the stocks. I explained to Karen that in Colonial times, this was the form of punishment for all types of things, including infidelity. The exhibit had a mannequin of a woman, bent over, with her head and hands locked in the stock. There was a sign tacked to the stocks that indicated this woman was in stocks for infidelity.
I saw the look in her eyes like "I wonder what it would have been like to be locked into one of those things", so I volunteered to show her how it works.
Leading her into the display, I opened up the stock, pulled out the mannequin, and set it aside. I instructed Karen to place her head and hands in the openings. She was a little hesitant at first, but I assured her that I wouldn't let anything hurt her. She finally agreed and put her head and hands in the openings. I lowered the top arm of the stock over her head and hands, firmly securing them in place. Quietly, I locked it in place.
There were two leg manacles at her feet and I had he spread her legs so that I could also locked her feet into them. There is no way she can move now. Having made sure that Karen was fully restrained, I begin to describe what it was like for the person. As I am talking, I slowly circle the stocks, admiring Karen's nice ass and breasts that hung down in her bent over position. When I finished my narration, she tried to pull her head and arms out, only to find she couldn't. With her ankles restrained, Karen found she couldn't move her feet as well.
At first she was just a little annoyed. Soon she realized that I am taking my time at releasing her. Panic starts to set in and she begins to struggle more.
"Calm down Karen. The more you struggle, the harder it will be for me to set you free"