Doll House:

Simone’s Notes:

In a BDSM context, a collar is a device of any material placed around the neck of the submissive partner. It is also a term used to show ownership of one partner by another. A person wearing a collar to symbolize their relationship with another is said to be collared. Some people conduct formal "collaring ceremonies," which are regarded as effectively solemnizing their relationship in a similar way as a marriage ceremony. The standard form of a collar is a black leather band around the neck and often has metal D-rings added to allow the attachment of a leash. Collars may be used in role-playing games involving humiliation because they have connotations of control and pet-like status, especially when worn with a leash.

They are the pets. The collars on their necks so others their place. They all hate it, but the monsters all have the power. How did this happen? Guilt, abuse, and seduction. Where do these pets stay for the “playtime.” The slaves keep their pets in places called shops. There are many “shops” in the underground hell. The queen goddess of them is called the Doll House.

Welcome to the doll house. Everything is bright pink and yellow. It’s like someone took Barbie’s dream house and blew it up to life size. Kind of an irony, really. It’s always so sunny. There is even an inflatable pool in the backyard. But, there is something sinister about this place. The pink chains hang from the ceiling. Whips were hung up on the wall. The rooms are so pretty and pink. There is even a tea set in the middle of the room. But, it’s not really tea time, is it? Oh, tea is served to the pets, alright. With an extra ingredient. Nothing lethal, though. The pets have to stay alive for the games.

Pets aren’t allowed to eat when they come here. At night, they are kept in pink doll cages, only to be taken out for playtime. They aren’t allowed to wear clothes here. They are either naked or dressed up in cosplay. The slaves always pick out the costumes they will wear to play out their corrupt fantasies for the night. The pets have no place to argue. That power was taken from them long ago. They just dress up in cutesy embarrassing costumes and do as their masters command them, humiliating or not. Oh yeah, there are cameras as well.

Everything is filmed. Filmed and sold to other slaves interested in buying or trading the pets. The tapes are even used as a form of discipline. If a pet tries to revolt, the tape is sent out to all of those that the pet holds dear. Very effective too. No pets ever fight back. They just take the abuse from the fallen dolls and hope that they will make it out alive and still sane in the end. The “doll” slaves are the worst in the underground shops.

XXXVII:

Faint. Alex felt hazy white waves of light as he lied there on the ground as he woke up. The buzzing in his ears was back again with the sound of his insides churning away. Alex tried to shut his eyes as he prepared for the next part to come.

But then, it all changed in a rapid flash. Everything just stopped. The lamb opened his eyes and looked around. What’s going?, he thought. His surroundings were black pitch. The buzz and his insides were silenced. A pipe dripping from the inside replaced the noise. Alex looked around him to try and make sense of this hell. Once again, he drew blanks. Small static shocks leapt through the air every few seconds. He didn’t even try to get up. What would be the point? They would just be holding him down away. Alex just might as well just lie there and take it.

Then, it all stopped once again.

Violent shock shot through his body. Alex tried to scream in pain, but no words came out. Oh God, oh god, oh god! Help me! Help me!, he thought over and over again. The pain increased up to his brain and throat each time he pleaded for help in his brain.

Then, it all faded away as he sank back into another hole of blackness.

Help me…