I moan quietly, my stumps wiggling, the large dildo in my ass gently vibrating while holding me in place, attached to a metal pole that runs up my back at a slight angle, leaning me back slightly, to my collar, forming my stand. My cock standing erect, my limbless body unable to do anything about the building need and desire, unable to touch my desperate cock, my mouth moans and drools over my puffed lips, held permanently open by the ring implanted under my swollen lips, my toothless mouth always ready to take my master's cock, to consume his cum and piss whenever he wishes. 
I wait patiently unable to do anything but stare at the room, trapped on my stand, stored away like the object that I am, kept proudly on display like a collectable, a valued item, my master's prized possession, one waiting for him to return and play with it. 
I wasn't always like this, years ago I had all my limbs, I could walk and talk, I could touch my own cock, I could move, I could look after myself, I wore