One Confused Goo...I Mean Girl

The first thing that Lisa did once she made it home was throw herself on her couch. The second thing she did was slide out of the suit that she wore for work. She buried her head in her hands and screamed into them at the top of her lungs. What else could she do?

From the moment that Marla had left until she arrived home, it had been like a weight was on her shoulders. She had wanted to process what had just happened to her, but she couldn't. Whether it was pretending to be okay in front of Mr. Napier or trying not to die in traffic.

But, now her mind was free to race.

Just who was she? Lisa had told herself so many times that her race didn't define her. There had been times when she'd been teased about being Asian before. The locker room. But, that wasn't who she was. Godamnit. She was an intelligent capable young woman. She wasn't some shrinking violet or one of a billion Chinese automatons or however some racist bastard saw her. She was her own woman. She was talented. She was capable. One day she was going to be an amazing jeweler...

...and at this very moment her cunt was soaked from being called a gook...

No. No. No. She couldn't just accept that. She was smart and capable. She was the sweetest person. Everyone said so. She was likeable. She was strong. Right? Right.

Though, she had never been much of a leader. On group projects she'd normally never been the one in charge of group projects before. She hadn't been much of a leader in school in general. The locker room. In fact, when she took time to think about it, when had she ever been in charge of anything? Her entire life, there had always been someone telling her what to do. Her parents. Her coaches. Her Teachers. Mr. Napier.

Maybe...maybe she liked being led.

The image struck her mind before she could escape it. Marla striding into the shop in her heels, and crawled naked and lowly behind her was Fifi. The fuckpuppy's tongue wagged out of her mouth. Her horny pussy left a trail wherever she was taken. The way Fifi looked at her owner. An unthinking utterly subjugated worship. She went wherever her leash led...

Lisa flipped the card Marla left her in her hands idly. The address. The address. What would happen to her if she went there?

"I find inferior specimens like her and train them. It's a hobby of mine. Gooks make good fuckpuppys because deep down they all wanted to be dominated."

"When she surrendered to me, I made sure to teach her she wasn't human. No more speaking. Not a word. I trained her out of that. No walking. She couldn't even do that if she tried at this point."

"I even made her forgot her own toilet training."

" Of course, I have a cage for her and a bowl and all the amenities an inferior fuckpuppy could want."

"Of course, I was quite worried about her getting knocked up by the first random stud she crossed path with. So I made sure she was spayed. Like a good fuckpuppy."

Lisa shivered.

The image struck her again. Fifi following along after her owner, in her normal pathetic way. Only the vantage point had changed. Lisa wasn't watching her approach. She was right behind her, crawling on her hands and knees. Staring with **** lust at Her Mistress' legs, perhaps wondering how they would feel if she rubbed her cunt against it...

Lisa whimpered. The dark spot on her panties had returned.

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