Page 3 of The Toymaker
A bell tinkled above him, and Kit squinted around at the shelves. Fake phalluses, gags, nipple clamps, shackles, leather cuffs, ropes, harnesses, chains, lightning channelers, crops, whips, paddles, and a few things Kit wasn’t even sure of lined the shelves. A couple of wooden horses sat to one side.
A man who looked to be around forty came from a doorway behind the counter. “Hello. Are you looking for anything in particular?”
“Uh, hi. I’m here for the job if it's still available. I saw your notice.”
“Oh, that. I don’t have anybody yet. Did you read the whole thing?”
Kit nodded. “Yes.”
“What year were you born in?”
“1662,” Kit replied. What an odd question. Why not simply ask for his age? “I’m twenty-three.”
“Do you have experience as a pleasure slave?”
“Yes.”
The man came out from behind the counter to approach and lock the door. The other side of the sign said “closed” and he flipped it. “I asked what year you were born because anyone can fib about their age. If you ask their birth year, it can kind of trip them up if they’re lying. They try to think back, and the hesitation is noticeable.”
“Oh! I get it now. I did think it was rather odd.”
“I don’t want anyone younger than twenty-one because they’ll probably barely have any experience. You realize this is for a year, right?”
“Yes.” Kit tried to look sure of himself as the man faced him. "I was with my last owner for nearly a year.”
“You can call me Trig for now. I haven't had much interest. Do you want the job?”
“Yeah, and-”
Trig swept back his mop of dark hair and gestured with his other hand. “Strip.”
Kit widened his eyes. “Er-”
“I said to strip.”
“We haven’t talked about much yet.”
Trig narrowed his eyes. “I haven’t decided to take you yet either. This job isn’t for the weak since you’ll have two Masters, and you’ll be shared or used for demonstrations. I occasionally teach too if a regular teacher is out sick or can’t come in for whatever reason. You’ll also be in total submission every daywhile wearing a cock cage. I don’t feel like wasting my time with people who can’t even obey a simple order to start with. If you're not serious about it, you can leave.”
Kit hadn’t been trying to be a brat. He didn’t normally get naked for people he hadn’t even known for three minutes. He thought about Perry and how he needed to learn proper obedience, so he started removing his clothes while Trig watched him.
Trig took each piece of clothing and his pack before he snapped his fingers. The signal was pretty common, and Kit promptly got on his hands and knees.
“Crawl and follow me.”
Kit crawled after him. Beyond the doorway was a short hall, and the first room on the left was an office. It was neat and tidy with a desk, a few wide armchairs, a couch, and a couple of paintings of nature scenes on the wall. On the wall behind the desk was an erotic portrait from the back of a guy on his knees in red rope bondage. A crystal lantern hung from the ceiling.
Trig set the items on the desk and sat on the small couch by the wall before regarding Kit who stayed on his hands and knees a couple of feet away since he hadn’t been ordered to rise. “Kit, who owned you? Was it someone from around here?”
“Perry Touton. He lives just outside of the city.”
Trig rubbed his chin. “I don’t think I know him. What does he do?”
“He’s a scribe and record-keeper for the lord.” Perry had once said the lord’s handwriting was rubbish.
“Ah. How long were you his pleasure slave again?”
“Almost a year. I’ve done it for periods with others too, but I didn't live with them. I lived with Perry. With the rest, we’d go to each other’s home, and sometimes, I’d stay for a few days depending.”
