Clock said, “I wonder if he measured that thing before hand to be sure it would fit.”
Toy snickered and said, “I imagine he has applied that tool often enough to know it fits nicely enough.”
“Fitting grooves into slots is more the work of the Carpenter or the Table Maker. Perhaps they have services ready for the princess as well,” Clock said.
Toy’s smiled faded. “You think she is seeking out the affections of others besides Tailor?”
“I can’t imagine she simply enjoys shopping as well as she does as often as she does,” Clock said.
Toy sighed. “That makes winning this thing all the more difficult then.”
“Maybe not,” Clock said. “If she is open to others’ affections, maybe she is not so attached to Tailor after all. There could be a potential opening in that for the rest of us.”
Toy stared at Tailor fucking Princess Star from behind and he wondered.
The clocks started chiming and pinging through the open door. Clock Maker seemed not to notice as he continued to watch the show across the street with a stupid half grin across his lips. He must have been deaf to the rantings of his clocks. Toy growled and went inside slamming his door. The glass in his windows rattled from the force of his anger. He could still hear all those damned clocks through his walls.
Toy Maker looked around the shelves and walls of his shop. He sighed. Clock Maker did have a point. His craft did not lend itself immediately to being competitive in a competition for the adult princess’s attention. His eyes traced over carved animals and figures. Toy prided himself on attention to detail. He thought he even had a knack for capturing emotion on the facial expressions of his carved figures. Still, not a skill that translated to adults no matter how much the children in town might enjoy his work.
Maybe he could carve figures of Princess Star and Prince Harcourt, Toy Maker thought. He could do a whole model of the palace. If he collected enough wood or the right piece, Toy Maker thought he could create a model of the entire valley and village with everyone in it. With a little work, he could include running water that mimicked the lakes and streams fed off of the high cliffs. Toy frowned and though he could make Tailor’s shop complete with Tailor’s hard, wooden cock sticking out. He could attach the figures hip to a wheel to make him fuck the bent over model of Princess Star.
Toy Maker sighed and shook his head. He could carve models of the princess’s family from the distance country from which she was brought to marry Prince Harcourt. She might like that, but it would probably make her cry. Toy thought making her cry would hardly please the prince. Harcourt would be far less pleased if she were crying because she missed her old family and old life. That might be as bad as telling the prince that his princess was fucking a common tailor and probably others.
He could carve out so many things, but Toy Maker wasn’t finding a way to carve out a victory. He heard citizens hailing the princess. Toy turned and leaned against the wall to look through the window of his shop.
The princess was leaving Tailor’s shop wearing her dress again. An edge of lacey frill peeked out through the top from her new corset. A hint of black ribbon fluttered from between two pleats of skirt. She adjusted her disturbed skirts and the dark, scandalous ribbon was hidden from sight again. They probably attached to some monstrosity of garter belted around her milky thighs.
It really did not matter what Tailor had gifted her. She had probably already decided to favor his gifts for the sexual pleasure he had gifted her in the fitting. Toy wondered if he came inside her or if Princess Star had allowed him to cum over her face and naked body like a common, dirty wench might. Maybe she licked and drank his seed up like a fine delicacy.
Toy sighed thinking how he would like to gift her a taste of his own cum before the contest was over. As she walked away shaking her hips and ass under her skirts she had shed just moments before, Toy watched her go. She seemed to have a little shake in her gait like the fucking had caused her legs to quiver.
Toy looked at the block of wood on the table in the center of his shop. He thought about the potential to carve anything he wanted. What if the toy could serve the princess’s sexual pleasure, he wondered. If the desire came from the gift instead of some desirous connection between her and gift giver, maybe it would hold more power over her affections. If she wanted the present more than she cared about the givers, that could be the secret to victory. What could he carve that would serve that purpose for the princess and how would he get her to visit him to test his new species of toy? Toy Maker’s mind turned on the possibilities.
Toy Maker turned his attention back up the street seeing Princess Star’s shadow retreat. Other shopkeepers watched as well. They were thinking of the contest and how to snatch away the victory of it, Toy Maker thought.
He stepped away from his window and locked the door to his shop. He had work to do and he did not want to be disturbed. As he carved and polished his work, the clocks on the other side of the wall chimed several times, but Toy did not notice. The light vanished outside, but still he worked on after dark.
***
Toy Maker gave his present one more coat of polish to shine it as he thought about approaching the princess to request an audience. It had been days since he had started, but now it was all ready.
Toy stepped out of the shop and locked the door behind him.
Clock Maker smiled and handed off the wrapped bundle to his customer as she left. Clock then turned his attention on Toy Maker. “Toy? Where have you been the last few days? I thought you had gone to see the prince and I was never going to see your head again.”
Toy scowled and said, “You would so enjoy that, wouldn’t you, Clock?”
“Me?” The Clock Maker shook his head with his hand over his chest. “I would miss you more than words can express.”
“I’m sure,” Toy Maker said. He turned and walked up the street toward the well at the main square. Princess Star had not shown up to Tailor’s shop today. Toy was glad as she might receive his gift more favorably if she were still wanton. He needed to find her where she shopped in the village before she returned to the palace though.
Clock pulled Toy out of his own thoughts by yelling at Toy’s back. “You’ve been working on her present, haven’t you? What have you created, Toy Maker. Tell me.”
“Mind your business, Clock. This does not concern you.”
“Does it not?”
“No, not in the least, Clock Maker.”
Clock moved to peek through Toy Maker’s shop window. He cupped his hands to see better. “Is that it under the cloth on the table there? What is it? Tell me.”
“Stay away from my shop.” Toy yelled back as he continued up the avenue.
“Of course, I’ll just have to wait for your day of victory to see the public presentation and announcement of your glory,” Clock said.
Toy heard the mockery in Clock’s voice, but he chose to ignore it. Toy had real work to do and he really did intend to win.
The square was busy as he expected for mid day, but it was almost too crowded to move. Twice children ran into his legs playing in the crowd. It hurt as badly as being punched. Toy Maker jostled a woman carrying a bundle of bread away from Baker. She nearly spilled the whole thing. Toy Maker reached out in a panic to help her hold her purchases. As she readjusted her load, she said, “You can let go now. Thank you.”
It was then that Toy realized one of his hands was holding her breast instead of the bundle of bread. He jumped back and bumped into another man who cursed the Toy Maker without stopping from weaving through the crowd.
Toy Maker sighed and moved through the other villagers past the well. He did not see Princess Star anywhere, but that did not surprise him. There was no reason she would be trapped in this crowd. For all Toy knew, she was back in the palace.
He started to ask around. Baker had seen her earlier in the day, but did not know where she went. A woman leading a cow through the crowd by a rope said she had seen
her at the Cobbler’s not a few minutes ago. Another man said she had left to meet the Prince by the lake. Another said she had left the lake, but she had been there to buy fish. Now, the man said, she was having them cooked at one of the cafes before returning to the palace.
Toy Maker sighed and left the square following one of the side streets. He headed toward Cobbler’s shop. She was either there or she wasn’t. Either way, he would know where she had gone or he would not. All the other sightings from here to the lake were in that direction as well, so that is the street he followed.
As he left the crowd behind, he saw the Cobbler’s shop ahead. Toy stepped up into the doorway expecting to be sent on another tangent, but instead, he saw the princess standing there with her skirts pulled up. They were not up in the manner that they had been with Tailor. She was lifting them to look at a pair of thigh high, leather boots. They really were fine boots and Toy Maker decided this must be Cobbler’s gift. He was smiling and they were as fine a gift as could be expected from a maker of shoes.
Toy Maker got the impression that there was nothing intimate between Cobbler and Princess Star. This was a fair play by Cobbler. Toy Maker almost felt bad for what he had planned, but only barely.
She looked up at him and Toy Maker froze. With her skirts still up, she asked, “You are the Toy Maker, yes?”
Toy stammered, but finally found his voice. “Yes … Yes, your majesty, I am the Toy Maker.”
She nodded and asked, “What do you think of Cobbler’s gift?”
“They are fine boots,” Toy said.
She dropped her skirts and Cobbler bowed.
“Thank you for the gift, Cobbler,” Princess Star said.
He spoke from his bow. “Thank you for the honor, your majesty.”
She stepped out of the shop and Toy Maker staggered backward to get out of her way. She smiled and turned as if she really were going toward the lake.
Toy Maker coughed and then said, “Your … Your majesty, if I could have a moment.”
She stopped and turned to face him. “Yes, Toy Maker, what is it?”
“I …” He blinked and swallowed on a dry throat before continuing. “I, um, have my gift ready for your majesty … for the contest. If I could set an appointment to present it to you … it, ugh … it would be my honor.”
“I can go with you right now,” she said.
“Right now?” Toy Maker blinked.
She tilted her head. “You said it was ready now. Is that true?”
“Um, yes, it is true, your majesty.”
She took a step toward him. “Then, lead the way … unless it will take too long. I do not want to be all night, of course.”
“Of course, your majesty,” he said. “It will take as long as you like.”
She narrowed her eyes. “I don’t understand that answer, Toy Maker.”
He cleared his throat and looked down at the street. “It will not take long, your majesty.”
“Then, I will take delivery now. Lead the way, please.”
Toy Maker turned and led her back up the street. He took a turn before the square to avoid the crowd. The street was narrow and he feared some peasant would throw trash or empty a bed pan out the window just as the princess was passing. They turned back onto the main avenue without incident.
“Oh,” she said, “I see your shop is across the street from the Tailor.”
Toy swallowed and said, “Yes, your majesty.”
“Can you see through his window?” she asked.
Toy Maker swallowed and looked back and forth between the princess and Tailor’s shop. He said, “I hadn’t really noticed before. Nothing much to watch in the Tailor’s shop, I suppose.”
She cleared her throat and turned toward the toy shop. “I suppose not.”
Toy Maker spotted Clock peeking through his door. The ticking from inside his shop was louder. Clock Maker closed his door as Toy Maker unlocked his. He opened the door wide and said, “Your majesty.”
She took his invitation and entered the shop.
Toy Maker stood in front of the covered table for a few clicks of the clocks through the wall. He imagined Clock Maker listened to the wall. He would probably only ever be able to hear his own clocks though.
Toy pulled the cloth away to reveal a swirl of carved and polished wood. Princess Star stepped up to the other side of the table and ran her fingers over the smooth surface.
“It is pretty, I guess,” she said. “Is it art?”
“It’s a comfort saddle,” Toy said.
Princess stared at it and then looked up at the Toy Maker. “Am I supposed to sit on it?”
“You can. You can ride it from other angles too.”
She tilted her head. “Ride it? To where?”
“It does not move, Princess, but you ride it for your pleasure.”
She sighed and said, “Like a toy? Is it a pretend horse then?”
“Not exactly.”
“Then, explain,” Princess Star said.
Toy Maker swallowed and then said, “You mount it and insert the knobs here or rub against them when you need comfort … or pleasure.”
“Insert? I don’t understand. What type of comfort or pleasure?”
Toy cleared his throat and said, “The sort that a man would give you. Like what you get from Tailor … I mean …”
Her hand moved so fast that she had hold of his earlobe and twisted it before he realized what was happening. He grabbed the edge of the table and groaned as she pulled him by his ear. It reminded him of how his mother reacted when she was angry when he was little.
“Who do you think you are? Who are you to spy on me or to judge me, you commoner?”
“I’m no one, your majesty,” Toy Maker said with his head turned to the side in her grasp and his teeth gritted. “I meant no disrespect. I was just trying to give a gift that you could use and enjoy.”
“Use? Enjoy?” She growled. “How dare you? You would have me lift my skirts and pleasure myself on your wooden monstrosity? I should have you beheaded before the prince for this outrage.”
“I apologize, Princess Star. I was only thinking of your pleasure.”
She pulled him forward around the table and brought him down to his knees in front of her. She said, “You were thinking of it? You were imagining me naked and using your saddle for you to watch?”
“I … I’m not … I don’t know how to answer, your majesty.”
“Because the truth incriminates you,” she said.
Princess Star released his ear and Toy Maker waited for her to go collect guards to lead Toy to his death. Instead, she pulled up her skirts and revealed that she had nothing on underneath her dress except for her new boots and the black ribbon garters that Tailor had made for her. Toy wondered if Cobbler had noticed when she tried on his new boots. Her pussy was so well manicured that Toy Maker swore she must have had the work done by Barber. Nothing much would surprise him at this point. He stared at her pussy not knowing what else to do.
“Are you enjoying the view, Toy Maker? Is it everything you imagined?”
He started to look away, but then he thought she might find that insulting, so he continued to stare. He swallowed and said, “It is very nice.”
“Nice? That is all?”
“It is the most majestic pussy I have ever seen, princess. It deserves the very best treatment.”
“Treatment from you? Treatment from Tailor while you watch and then laugh at me after I leave?”
“Never, your majesty. I worship your glorious pussy.”
She let out a bark of laughter. She put her hand on top of his head and he braced himself to have his hair pulled next. She surprised him by gently pulling his head forward until his lips found the wetness and warmth between her lips. He breathed against her folds not knowing what he was expected to do.
“Worship it.” She ordered.
He extended his tongue and traced through and around her pussy. Toy tongued her button servicing it with teeth,
tongue, and lips. He wanted to reach up and use his fingers on her, but he was afraid to presume. He moved down and penetrated her with his tongue before returning to licking over her swollen button again. She moaned and started writhing her hips against his face, so he thought he was worshipping to her liking.
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