Movie Time on Marla's Lap

Lisa spent the rest of the day in the maid's supervision. She was a harsh and demanding taskmistress. There'd been a few times when she'd tried to speak or stand, but those efforts had been largely beaten back. The entire time came the steady drumbeat of being called a gook or an animal. The more she heard it, the more she internalized it.

The maid gave her instructions on the proper way to crawl to keep pace and to avoid damage to her hands and knees. Naturally, when it was time for a meal, she was fed from a bowl.

But, the most embarrassing thing was when it was time to use the bathroom. Lisa could only signal it with whining, after her first failed attempt to mention it with words. But, the procedure for it was the most embarrassing aspect. The maid had her go on the lawn and do it while she watched. Nothing beat the sense of humanity from Lisa like being made to pee against a tree with a leg raised.

In the evening, the maid led her to a new part of the house. She never told Lisa where they were going, so Lisa naturally just followed along on the leash.

But, then they entered into a large auditorium, with only a few seats. And sitting up in front was a familiar face. Lisa wiggled her rear involuntarily. It was Marla. List strained against her leash in an effort to get to her quicker.

"Ah, Rina. You've done an excellent job with her." Marla gave a nod to the maid. Lisa briefly noted to herself how odd it was that she hadn't even learned the maid's name until now. "She's exactly how I imagined her."

Marla leaned down and gave Lisa's head a playful ruffle. Lisa stuck out her tongue and tried to imitate the pant she'd seen Fifi did. She hoped Marla would like that.

The blond took the leash from her maid and pulled Lisa on her lap. Then, she started a movie. The intention here was clear. Just a nice quiet evening relaxing with her new pet on her lap. Lisa curled up softly.

She tried to pay attention to what was happening in the movie, but the constant pleasure of a feminine hand running through her hair made her zone out. She just couldn't focus.

Besides, a quiet voice inside Lisa's head reminded her, Movies aren't for gooks.

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