Page 30 of The Toymaker
One of the students was told to get a bucket of water and a cloth, and Kit was cleaned up, although the plug stayed. Even though a slave was to serve, a Master had to see to his needs. Afterward, Riju sat on the floor against the desk, and Kit nestled against him. He vaguely listened to Trig talk about aftercare while Riju petted him. Once the students left, Kit was nearly asleep, and Riju shifted.
“Lay on me.”
Kit crawled on top and practically purred as he settled. “I could sleep like this, Master.”
“Do you have to do it here on the floor?” asked Trig.
“Yes,” said Riju. “I like it, and so does he.”
“Fine. You did good, Kit.”
“Thank you, Master.”
Riju stroked his hair. “My good little Kit.”
That was even better praise.
Chapter Seven
“You should focus on making more eye contact and maintaining it,” Trig said while Kit cleaned the shop a few afternoons later. The clamps on his nipples wouldn’t come off until he finished, and the plug in his ass was keeping cum trapped in him since Trig had fucked him after lunch.
“It doesn’t matter.” Riju propped his elbow on the counter.
“It does.”
“I can look you in the eye. And Kit. I can also keep it up.”
“That’s different. You’ve lived with me for years, and we have sex. You like Kit. It won’t hurt you to directly look at customers, and it’s expected even if you don’t know the other because it’s polite.”
“I look at some.”
“I don’t only look at some.”
“Nobody cares.” Riju propped his chin on his hand and stared at the door.
“They do,” insisted Trig. “Typically, people look at the other’s face. It’s a form of basic respect and shows you’re paying attention.”
“I don’t care if people don’t do it for me. In fact, I'd prefer it if most didn't look at me.”
“Riju…”
“It can also be easier to listen when I'm not looking right at them.”
Trig pursed his lips. “That’s because you don’t do it. With some customers, you often avoid it even when they're speaking to you, and it’s rude. I know it makes you feel uncomfortable now, but the more you do it, the easier it’ll be.”
“No, it won’t. Can we stop talking about this? I've already told you before how it makes me feel. You don't listen.”
Trig sighed and leaned down. “You were scared of a lot of things at first, and plenty of stuff was difficult. It grew easier. Remember, I told you in the future, I’d help you do things that seemed too hard or bothered you. You were afraid to even come out into the shop here during the day, but you managed it after a couple of weeks. You were scared of touch at first. Now, we have sex, and you were the one to make the first move. You also said you were okay with certain demonstrations, and you do those too. All that right there is proof you can improve.”
Riju pointed at himself. “BecauseIwanted to. Every single thing you mentioned is stuff I wanted to do because I decided to, and I like certain kinky things. You didn’t force me, but now you’re trying to force me to look people in the eye all of the time. I've told you it’s tiring. It’s not the same thing as the other stuff you mentioned.”
“How is it tiring? It’s the same as looking at a sign or something on a shelf.”
Kit would have withered on the spot if Riju had given him such a glare. “No, it’s not. It’s exhausting in my head especially if I start thinking about what I’m supposed to do with my face or the rest of me. When I don't look them in the eye or at their face, I don't have to think about it so much, and I don't feel so…icky. You don't experience what I do, so it’s not-”
“I’ve told you already,” said Trig. “Blink, relax your face, and go for a smile. You look especially nice when you smile. There's nothing icky about it. Don’t give them your blank stare or suspicious look either. It makes you look like you think they’re up to something.”
Riju pushed up his spectacles. “Maybe they are up to something.”
