Cism Stories

Doll had woken up to find a box.  It happens every Saturday. She’d begun to expect it. Sometimes it was a bouquet, sometimes a plushie, sometimes a dress or something to add to her wardrobe. She opened it this time and saw a silver collar with studs on it, and an envelope. She opened the envelope.  Tonight, my dearest one. Wear this, and you will please me. -- yours Truly, the Toy Master Doll smiled slightly and took the...