What Exactly is a "Gook Fuckpuppy"?

"Gook...." Lisa's mouth hung open in abject shock. The racism of the statement barely even processed. Fifi whined pathetically. Her owner's idle fingering was clearly having a powerful effect on her. That fact didn't escape Lisa. There was something powerful about how much of an effect Marla was having on Fifi while seeming to invest so little effort herself. "Fuckpuppys...."

"Yes. Try to keep up." Marla said. Her tone was matter-of-fact. Like this was the way the world was supposed to work. "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." As she said that, she looked right into Lisa's eyes. For the first time, there was a hint of something more. Menace.

"I..." Lisa struggled for words. Marl's rhetoric swirled around and around in her mind. Lisa was aware of the submisive asian woman stereotype. She'd even gotten a few dismissive remarks on the subject before. But this? This was something else.

"You asked what she was. Don't interrupt." Marla said curtly. Fifi gasped weakly. Marla's fingers were coated with a film of Fifi's juices.

"Sorry." Lisa mumbled, lowering her eyes. Why was she doing that? The things this woman were saying were insulting! She was in the right!

"I discovered this little one had a fetish for humiliation, so it wasn't hard." Marla suddenly gave Fifi's clit a cruel pinch. The dog girl yipped loudly, but her deepening blush made Lisa think Fifi liked it. Lisa covered her mouth with her hand. "She used to be my accountant, would you believe it? 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." The woman laughed sadistically. "It wasn't easy, let me tell you. She pees in the yard now. Of course I have a cage for her and a bowl and all the amenities an inferior fuckpuppy could want. She's just an animal after all."

"Her sex drive is untouched of course." Her fingers sped up. Fifi was squirming every which direction. It was quite clear that she was on the verge of cumming right there and then. "She does so know how to use that tongue of hers. But, a gook has to be good for something. Don't you think?" Fifi's whining. Clearly getting more and more turned on. "I have a few other fuckpuppys just like her. Her types is just so weak willed. But, Fifi has the best tongue of the bunch. Show her, girl." It was a pointless order. Fifi had been panting with her tongue out the entire time. There was something viscerally pathetic about the sight of it. It wasn't how a human reacted.

For her part, Lisa was long past being able to speak. She could just stare and listen, trying not to faint.

"She's such a horny little thing though. Before I trained her she would masturbate everyday. Pathetic? No." Lisa tried not to think about the fact that she rarely went to bed without relieving a little stress. "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." There was a special indignity to that fact. Spaying isn't something you do to a person.

Fifi's whining was reaching a fever pitch. Her hips thrusted with wanton abandon at her owner's fingers.

"One second." Marla paused. She pulled her fingers out of the pet's pussy, and gave it a smack."No." Her voice was stern. Fifi whined in desperation. She'd been left at the edge of orgasm, ****. "No. I say when you cum. Behave."

"Animals." Marla chuckled. "They can be such mischief makers sometimes. Now then, before we got off on this tangent you were showing me a collection?"