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The Toy Maker

"Nigel Glass, by a stroke of luck, becomes the city’s new toy maker."

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The capital city of the Bothage Kingdom, Rivendell, is situated at the edge of a dense, towering forest and is truly a modern marvel. Its charm is complemented by the backdrop of snow-capped mountains, which have significantly influenced the city's development. The wealth generated by these mountains is of great importance, and they have also played a crucial role in shaping architectural designs, as the majority of buildings are constructed in the likeness of those majestic peaks.

The skyline is adorned with modest skyscrapers, each evolving with the times while preserving its history. Trade is at an all-time high, attracting significant attention. Numerous new cultures have influenced not only education but also the city's identity. What was once a city of uniformity has transformed into a vibrant amalgamation of diversity, and it is this rich tapestry that unites the 5 million residents to this day.

It's this multicultural identity that has truly made an impact. Hundreds of sandwich bars, restaurants, and concession stands provide a plethora of culinary options. For those seeking alternative activities, there are numerous parks, aerobics classes, tours, and various other recreational venues to enjoy.

Norhall Castle is the ancestral home of Queen Laurinda. Her husband died from scarlet fever some five years ago.

The castle features ten thick, square towers arranged in a seemingly random pattern, yet they have been strategically constructed for optimal defense. These towers are connected by high, sturdy walls made of golden stone. Refined windows are scattered thinly around the walls in apparent perfect symmetry, accompanied by small openings for archers and artillery. A massive gate with heavy metal doors, a sturdy bridge, and a moat guard the sole entrance to the castle perched atop a mountain. This is the only way in, at least without dismantling the castle walls.

Lush fields of crops surround the castle walls, providing the inhabitants with food year-round. This castle has stood the test of time, and its inhabitants are intent on ensuring it remains that way for generations to come.

Farmers were cultivating wheat, corn, vegetables, and fruits on their land with the assistance of automated machines. The era of strenuous labor appeared to be coming to an end.

My name is Nigel Glass. I moved to this city at the age of eighteen to pursue my new venture. Both of my parents passed away two years ago from scarlet fever. I inherited the estate and my father's business, which I sold for a substantial profit, making me independently wealthy. I have no intention of not working; rather, I want to help any woman who is sexually frustrated experience pleasure once again.

I checked into a charming hotel that featured an elevator and an escalator crafted from polished brass and dark wood. The interior showcased exposed cogs, gears, and steam-powered mechanisms, adorned with intricate filigree patterns and brass handrails. You could faintly hear the hissing sound of steam being released during operation. 

After checking in, I began searching for a building to purchase for my venture and decided to stop at the marketplace to buy some fruit. It was a cold and gloomy day. Just as I was paying for the fruit, a tall, burly man ran past me, clutching a woman's purse. She was crying out for help, but no one seemed to notice. I decided to take action; I grabbed a coconut and threw it, striking the man on the head. As he fell to the ground, I rushed over and retrieved the purse from his hand. 

The woman was shouting as she ran toward me. She stopped and walked the last few feet until we were within arm's reach of each other. I handed her the purse, which was adorned with a clockwork design.

It was then that the sheriff arrived in his steam-powered car, which boasted brass fittings, intricate designs, and whimsical aesthetics.

“What happened here?”

Just as I was about to respond, the woman interjected, “This young man stopped the man who stole my purse,” she said, pointing to the man lying on the ground.

“Thank you, Ma’am. I’ll take it from here, and both of you may go.”

“What is your name, young man?”

“Nigel Glass.”

“Thank you, Nigel, for retrieving my purse. That was a brave thing to do.”

“No trouble at all, Ma’am.”

“What is your profession, Nigel?”

“I’m a toy maker.”

“What kind of toys?”

“I'd rather not disclose that information at this time, as I am currently searching for a location to establish my business, which must also include living accommodations.”

“I have exactly what you’re looking for. It’s located a mile from town and sits on four acres. By the way, you may address me as Your Majesty.”

The expression on my face made the queen smile. I quickly apologized, addressing her as Your Majesty she hardly resembled royalty. She wore brown canvas pants with a button fly, a notched waistband, and suspender buttons, with two pockets adorning the front. Her white blouse was embellished with lace trim, and her white boots featured laces threaded through metal eyelets. She completed her outfit with a wide-brimmed straw hat.

“Not a word, Nigel. I enjoy going incognito to observe how people are doing from time to time,” she said as we made our way through the marketplace.

I was surprised that no one recognized her. The queen guided me to her horse and buggy, and we set out to explore the dwelling.

Upon arriving, I saw a single-story home with a wing on either side of the entrance. We entered, and the queen took me on a tour of the house. One wing contained the living quarters, while the other offered ample space for a workshop and what I envisioned as a storefront. That wing would have its own entrance.

We sat down to discuss my vision for a workshop and storefront. She was intrigued by my idea, and when I inquired about the cost of the home, she replied, “There is no cost; it’s a gift for your heroic deed. I will also provide the materials and workers to assist with your vision.”

As we discussed my vision, I compiled a list of the necessary items and presented it to her.

“What do you desire in return, Your Majesty?”

“Inform me when everything is completed and you have a selection of toys ready.”

With that said, she gave me a ride back to my hotel. “I trust you to keep this between us, Nigel. If I hear otherwise, it will be very bad for you.”

“You have nothing to fear, Your Majesty.”

“Good.”

She rode off, and I went to my room to draft the plans for my venture.

The next day, I checked out of the hotel and took a horse-drawn cab to my new home. When I arrived there were men and supplies waiting. After paying the coachman, I approached the men.

“Good morning, gentlemen. Give me a moment to put my bags inside,” I said nearly sprinting to the door. Once I placed the bags down in the foyer, I returned to the men with the plans in my hand.

We reviewed the plans before the men and I began working. It was noon when we heard the distinct sound of a vehicle backfiring. We all went outside to see a food truck adorned with shiny brass pipes and gears attached to its exterior. 

“Good afternoon, gentlemen. Step right up! I have Spherified figgy pudding, black pudding dust, pickled radishes, and cured meats, along with toasted sandwiches, soup, brisket, fruit, and beer.”

Everyone was surprised, especially me. “What do I owe for this unexpected lunch, my good man?” I asked, reaching into my pocket.

“Not a dime, sir. An anonymous individual has covered the cost of this lunch and all future lunches.”

There was no doubt in my mind that the queen had orchestrated this event and the future lunches. Afterward, we returned to work until sunset.

Six weeks later, the job was completed. I was about to pay the workers when I was informed that they had been hired and compensated by an anonymous individual. I smiled, knowing who it was and thanked the men for their hard work.

The next day, I went into town to purchase hand tools, trestles, pulpiest, knives, lathes, braces, mortice gauges, and angle squares. The final item was a special order: a polished mahogany-framed glass display case with two glass shelves.

The tools will be delivered in two days, and the display case will arrive in four days. Next, I visited the lumberyard, where I ordered mahogany, rosewood, and walnut.

My last stop was at the glassblower. I explained what I needed and requested that our conversation remain confidential, limited to him and his three workers. After handing him more than enough money to cover the cost, he smiled and agreed.

Afterward, I stopped by a café, and who did I happen to see? The queen, dressed in the same outfit when I first saw her. She noticed me and smiled as she walked over. 

“May I join you, Nigel?”

“Y-yes…” I was cut off.

She whispered, “You may call me Ma’am.” 

“Yes, Ma’am, please join me.”

We both ordered coffee, ham, bread, and butter. I informed her that the shop/store was completed and that lumber, along with tools, had been ordered. She inquired when the toys would be ready. I told her to give me another month.

After eating and conversing, the queen stood and said, “I will see you in a month from today.” Then she left.

Two Days Later

The tools arrived, and I got busy organizing them into tool and bit holders, shelf brackets, and hanging some on the wall. The lumber was delivered later in the day, and I began crafting toys from mahogany, rosewood, and walnut. I worked well into the night, alternating between making toys and polishing them before finally calling it a day. For the next two days, I continued to occupy myself with creating more toys and polishing them.

Four Days Later

It has been four days since I placed an order with the glassblower, and as promised, my order has arrived. I became busy arranging some of the toys in the horizontal display case before returning to the task of making more toys.

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One Month Later

It was evening when I heard a horse and buggy pull up in front of the house. Before there was a knock, I had already opened the door. Standing before me was the queen; she looked stunning. The beige corset, with its front lacing, prominently displayed her ample bosom. The brown tartan-patterned skirt, featuring a high-waisted design adorned with buttons, accentuated her sensuous curves.

“Please come inside, ma’am.”

She stepped inside, and I caught a hint of lavender as she passed by. Before I could close the door, she said, “I’m eager to see your toys, Nigel. Take me to the shop.”

Upon entering the shop, I heard the queen gasp at the sight of various vibrators and dildos made of wood and glass. Her eyes were drawn to my pride and joy: a mechanical, steam-powered dildo resting atop a polished mahogany box. 

“Are you okay, ma’am?” I asked with a look of concern.

“Oh yes, this is more than I imagined. You have done well, my young friend. Now, show me how that device works,” she said, pointing to the mechanical apparatus.

“You knew what my venture was?”

“Of course, it has been many years since we last had a toy maker,” she said as we walked over to the machine.

I turned the valve while she watched with great interest as the gears rotated and the device moved back and forth. The more I turned the valve, releasing steam, the faster it operated.

“I would like to try it after we use that vibrator attached to the gun,” she said, pointing to the display case.

I stood there for a moment, stunned by the queen's words, as I watched her approach the display case. Once in front of it, she bent over, her head resting on the glass top, her ample bosom pressed against the surface. The silhouette of her firm, heart-shaped derrière stirred a reaction within me.

Looking over, she smiled and, in a sultry voice, said, “Come on and help me get ready for that machine.”

Behind the display case, I reached in and retrieved the gun equipped with a ribbed glass vibrator attachment. Swiftly moving from behind the case, I positioned myself behind her. She lifted her skirt, revealing her bare backside. Pulling the trigger activated the vibrator and I placed the tip against her slit. 

“Ooh, that feels amazing,” she said, grabbing two handfuls of her skirt.

“Just wait, Your Majesty,” I said as I moved the vibrator up and down her already slick slit.

After several strokes along her slit, I positioned the tip against the entrance of her flower. 

“Do it, Nigel! Please, fuck me now!” she cried out, pushing herself back and causing the vibrator to slip deep inside her.

Thrusting the vibrator in and then pulling it out had my queen moaning, her body trembling with pleasure. The juices flowed, giving her inner thighs a glossy sheen. The temptation to lick those thighs clean was overwhelming, and I began savoring the delicious fluids. She jolted at the touch of my tongue and said, “Higher, suck my clit while your toy fucks me.”

I gently caressed her pearl with my tongue, which led to a body-shaking, moaning orgasm. Standing, I carefully removed the vibrator from her and pressed against her to prevent her from slumping to the floor.

Nigel, that was incredible; you were incredible. Give me a moment before trying that machine, said, turning to face me and rubbing her hand along the bulge in my pants. Without a word, she knelt down and undid the buttons on my fly. Her hand reached inside and pulled out my eight-inch erection.

Looking down, our eyes met as she licked her lips before kissing the mushroom-shaped head. My queen ran her tongue along the length of the shaft while simultaneously caressing my swollen, cum-filled balls.

One last flick of her tongue over the bulbous head, she licked up the pre-cum. As her mouth descended to the base, my moans of pleasure filled the room. 

I watched her head moving rhythmically as she sucked and licked the veiny shaft while gently squeezing my testicles.

Her oral skills were having the desired effect. The sucking and slurping sounds intensified my already heightened arousal. Before long, I exclaimed, “I’m cuummiinngg!”

My cock pumped load after load of cum into her mouth, and she swallowed every bit of it.

“Mmm, that was delicious. I hope there’s more after we use that machine,” she said, stepping out of her skirt.

I watched her walk over to the mechanical dildo, removing her corset as she approached. I followed her and set the device down on the floor.

“You’re overdressed, Nigel,” she said, her hands unbuttoning my shirt, removing it, and tossing it aside.

I quickly removed my shoes, and she took off my trousers. We looked at each other in our naked state when she asked, “What do you think? Not bad for a thirty-year-old, right?”

“You look gorgeous, ma'am.”

“Okay, how should we proceed with this?”

I explained that steam needed to be built up and that she would have to position herself on her hands and knees. I would guide her backward until the tip of the dildo was inside her.

Then, I would turn the valve, and the gears would begin to move, thrusting the dildo forward and then pulling it back. The more steam that was released, the faster the dildo would move.

There was already a blanket in place for her to be on during this masturbatory experience. Once she was in position, I turned the valve, and the dildo slowly slid into her wet pussy.

She let out a squeal as the dildo penetrated deeper inside her. After a few minutes, I turned the valve, releasing more steam, which caused the dildo to move faster.

Her moans grew louder with each thrust. I watched as her ample breasts bounced and swayed, an irresistible sight. Moving closer, I reached out with one hand to fondle her breast, gently pinching the protruding nipple.

“Oh shit, I’m getting close. Please make it go faster.”

Releasing my grip on her breast, I moved to the valve and released more steam. The dildo was now operating at maximum speed, and the hissing sound of steam escaping appeared to go unnoticed by the queen.

She let out a blood-curdling scream as the orgasm coursed through every nerve in her body, shaking her as if shockwaves were taking over. This sensation lasted for a few minutes before she pulled away from the machine and collapsed onto the blanket.

After turning off the machine, I went over and laid down beside her. I held her in my arms as she recovered from the experience.

“That was mind-blowing, Nigel. However, what I truly need is to have a real partner. It has been so long since my last experience. Do you know anyone who might be interested?”

Without uttering a word, I gently guided her onto her back and kissed her. She responded with fervor, and as we kissed, I felt her hand caressing me. Before long, my arousal returned; she had parted her legs, and I positioned myself between them. 

We exchanged glances; she smiled, and I gently pressed the tip of my cock into her pussy.

We kissed, our tongues intertwined and exploring one another as she wrapped her legs around me.  

She broke off the kiss and said, “Please, make love to me passionately and with urgency.”

I accomplished that by thrusting deeply all at once.

She squealed with delight as I passionately embraced her, leaving her moaning and trembling with pleasure.

When her orgasm overwhelmed her, I withdrew my cock and released six long streams of cum that landed on her tits and trailed down to the top of her mound.

Collapsing beside her, she quickly scooped up the cum and licked her fingers clean.

I did the same and offered her my fingers, which she eagerly licked clean. When we finished, she said, “That felt fantastic; your magnificent cock is the biggest and thickest I have ever had.”

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, Your Majesty.” 

“I think we’re past formalities when we're alone. My birth name is Laurinda, but you can call me Laurie.”

Lying there, we cuddled for a while before getting dressed. Once we were dressed, I showed her the glass dildo, which had visible brass and metal components that worked like a clock. I handed it to her and said, “Turn the wind-up key.” 

She did so and observed the vibrating tip move back and forth. I informed her that it would last approximately five minutes before she needed to turn the key again.

She took some time examining the various shapes and sizes of the glass vibrators and dildos.

Some toys were smooth, while others featured ribbed textures. The queen appeared captivated by the assortment, which included items crafted from mahogany, rosewood, and walnut. All the wooden toys were polished to a shine. Among the collection were butt plugs and double-headed dildos. Some were smooth, while others had ribbing.

Before leaving, I informed her that a back door would be installed for the workshop/store. Additionally, there would be no storefront sign.

She believed that was a clever decision and mentioned she would speak to her two chambermaids, assuring me that news of the shop would spread like wildfire. However, there was one condition.

“You can assist customers with the toys and fuck my chambermaids if they so desire it and myself. However, under no circumstances are you permitted to fuck anyone else.”

“Yes Laurie, I have no interest in fucking my customers.”

“Good to hear that. You have a bright future ahead. For now, goodnight! I’m already looking forward to another evening like this one.”

“As am I and goodnight, Laurie.

With that said, she stepped into the night. After she drove away in her horse and buggy, I went to bed. 

The days ahead already appear promising.

 

The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and events are products of the author's imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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