Page 41 of The Toymaker
“What?”
Kit kneeled by his feet. “After the spell for this cock cage is finished, you said I could try it out, right, Master?”
“Yes, you can if you want to see how desperate it makes you.” Trig leaned back in his chair as his fingers worked over the leather with such ease, he could probably do it in his sleep.
“Can you put a regular cock cage on me for a few days, Master? Unlocked, I mean?”
“Do you want to test your self-control?”
“Yes, Master. And maybe you could put this one back on too afterward and see how I do with it unlocked, Master.”
“Considering how you’ve been so good, I don’t think you’ll take it off to play with yourself. We can do that, and it’s not as if I’ll be booting you straight out the door once your year is up.”
“I want to be sure because forced chastity isn’t a favorite kink of mine, and it’s not a thing I look for, Master.”
“Okay. I also think you’re getting something you weren’t before.”
“I think you were right, Master. I still want to try and prove it to myself.”
“That’s fine.”
Trig was surely right. Kit had been acting out, didn’t know what he truly needed in all ways, and he’d finally found it. Even a pleasure slave who’s into heavy kink needs kindness.
The next morning, Riju cleaned up downstairs, and Kit helped him. Trig had put clamps on his nipples after breakfast and said he’d be pierced in a week. Kit wasn’t sure if the minor nipple torment was helping his pain tolerance because he had no experience with piercing, and it would be a different sort of pain. When he tried to imagine it, it made him a little nervous.
He’d gotten used to heavier play and whippings, so maybe it would. He knew the actual piercing couldn’t truly be horrible. Otherwise, no one would get it done.
“Trig said I could do whatever this morning, and he’ll watch the shop,” Riju told him once they finished, and he’d removed Kit’s clamps. “He doesn’t need you either. Do you want to come upstairs with me?”
“Yes, Master.”
Riju took his hand and led him upstairs, and Kit thought they’d head to the sitting room or maybe Trig’s room. He wasn’t expecting to stop in front of Riju’s bedroom door or for him to open it. He hesitated because he’d been told to stay out, and Riju even cleaned up after himself.
“Go in,” said Riju. “You can relax until we leave my room.”
Kit was damn near blown away. He never thought he’d see his other Master’s private space. When he stepped in, his eyes widened.
He had seen a few dolls and thought Riju had a dozen or so.
He didn’t expect there would be about seventy or eighty. They were along the top of a couple of shelves, mixed in with a few books, and on the desk in the corner. Others sat on the wardrobe in a big group. The top of the headboard was wide, and a few more sat up there as if to watch over Riju while he slept at night. Many were in dresses, and others wore little trousers and shirts.
One with red pigtails lay leaning on the pillows with the edge of the blanket tucked around her as if she were sleeping.
“Wooow.” Kit gestured at the shelves. “Did you make all of these?”
Riju shut the door behind him. “Yeah. Each one has a name.”
Kit pointed at a few that he’d seen before and named them off. “I don’t know the rest, so you’ll have to teach me bit by bit.”
Riju brightened. “You remembered?”
“Yeah.” Kit had always been pretty good with names. He’d need a little time to remember over sixty more. “Did you make those kitties too?”
A few colored felt cats sat on the shelf. A tiny doll with a mob cap sat on one.
“Trig bought me one, and the rest I did.”
Some of the dolls had little wooden stands to keep them up, and Riju had posed quite a few. Two were dancing, two were hugging, and six were holding hands in a circle. Kit giggled at one hogtied with twine. Another doll with wings held a thin piece of leather like a whip.
