Chapter 2

TWO

BOBBY

T he supple leather melded to my touch. The new red shade from my supplier was exquisite and would team well with the chunky silver buckles that had newly arrived.

A ping came from my tablet on the end of the workbench, another order landing. Another person picking out the perfect kinky accessory for their games. The pings came through the evening, while the square of light from my workshop window danced across the old oak floor. Soon enough, the square reached the far wall, climbing as it turned orange, until eventually it petered out. All the while, I worked on the collars and cuffs, building objects of desire from nothing but strips of leather.

I rarely tired of it.

As day drifted into night, I set to working on a harness for a bespoke order, crafting a caged corset for a loved pet's body, culminating in a locking crotch piece which would secure toys inside the woman's cunt and ass. I'd had them send meticulous measurements to get the piece right, making sure the ass piece worked to let the anal plug pet tail through the split in the leather to secure it into place.

Yes, his pet could wag like a good girl. Displayed exquisitely beneath her master's hand.

An ache of jealousy hit me, and I closed my eyes, my fingers slowly caressing the piece of leather I held. A pet of my own was all I'd ever dreamed of, but with working from home in my isolated workshop, where was I ever going to meet one? Meeting women at all was hard enough, but one who'd crawl for me? Impossible.

Instead, I lived vicariously through my creations. Pouring myself into each piece, guiding it to perfection. It may not have been for my pet girl, but knowing it would rest around the body of another out there meant there was hope. For so long as the items were required, there were eager little pets out there waiting to be found.

It was enough.

The harness took shape as the hours passed. I took time to inlay each strip with a golden thread around the edges, a laborious task that the buyer had paid handsomely for. Then came fitting it together with brass rivets and golden hardware until at last it gleamed. I buffed the leather until it shone, the scent of the polish comforting.

In the early hours of the morning, I hung it up, to let the polish fully settle in before I'd box it up the following day.

I cracked a beer, taking a hefty swig and letting the bubbles sit on my tongue. Another day down.

Only forever to go.