Only a fool’s dream

I’ve always seen myself as a doll. Something inatimate for my owner to play with. Master built a room in the house just for this purpose! I remember back when I  was allowed to speak, I told him about my desire to be his doll – and while technically I already was minus the strings, I begged him to make me a puppet. He wired a room with thin rope, one connecting to all my joints, wrists, elbows, knees, ankles, neck and one even hooked through my nose and tongue ring. They all led to seperate rings on the walls, and then all ran down to one center location…where my Master, my puppet Master stood. Once I was connected to my strings, I was suspended, a pull from Masters hand on my strings and that limb or joint moved. He’d spend hours manipulating me, watching me hover and bend to his will. He still brings people over for puppet shows that last for hours. They love to test my limits, and laugh when they reach them. Then leaving me hanging from my ankles.