Alpha Dog Ch 02

A few days had passed since Mitchell had made his admission that he was addicted to me dominating him. Since his admission, I had purposely ignored him in an effort to raise the sexual tension and to put him on edge, and it was working. Mitchell was a bear at work. The law clerks called him Hurricane Mitchell when he got like this. They even had categories for his level of hurricane. Lately he was a category five. Total mayhem and destruction. No one was immune to his wrath except me and people were starting to notice.

Mitchell would be at full Alpha dog around the office and when I would walk near him, he would act like a gentleman and be civil to me. As soon as I passed, he would be back to his nasty self. It became so obvious that one of the partners stopped in my office and shut the door. He looked at me and asked me what "I had" on Mitchell. He asked me if I had pictures of him fucking farm animals, then laughed hysterically. I played it cool and said that I had not noticed anything different. The partner tipped his head down and looked at me as if to call me on my bullshit. Again, I played it off and said that I just did not take his crap and I did not mind standing my ground with Mitchell. Maybe he respected that. The partner burst out laughing and told me that Mitchell only respected himself and that there was more to it than that. As he left my office, he turned and told me that whatever I was doing, I needed to keep doing, because watching me with Mitchell boosted the morale of the office. I smiled and thought, I would be happy to do it.

Later that week one of our clients' trials hit the docket. It was going to be a tough case, so the partners asked Mitchell to be the lead attorney. Mitchell asked me to be second chair. I was thrilled as it was a wonderful opportunity to do some actual trial work and see Mitchell in action. The case started at 9 am and by noon we were in trouble. The plaintiffs' attorney was good and as mean as Mitchell. Our case was weak and our approach had been to wait out the plaintiff and try to run him out of money but it had not worked. The facts were against us from the opening gavel.

To my surprise, Mitchell seemed lifeless and lost. Every argument he made came back to bite him in the ass. He was not himself. After lunch, he threw a couple of hail Mary shots at the judge and was slapped down on each. Our client looked at me with concern in his eyes, then grabbed my arm and pulled me close and asked me if he was going to lose. I pulled him close to me and told him that everything was fine and that he just needed to trust us. I then sat back in my chair and stared forward trying desperately to figure out a way out of the shit show we found ourselves in. Then suddenly it hit me.

I grabbed Mitchell's arm and got his attention, then leaned towards him and placed my mouth up to his ear. I then whispered, "Do you know what happens to Alpha dogs that can no longer perform? Their owners neuter them. They cut their balls off, Mitchell. If you do not start performing, I am going to cut your balls off and put them in a jar on my desk for everyone to see. Are you a neutered bitch or an Alpha dog?" Then I clicked my pen right by his ear.

Mitchell's whole body stiffened. He turned and looked at me with fire in his eyes. He was pissed and the whole courtroom was about to know it. Over the next three hours Mitchell emasculated the plaintiff's attorney and his client. He pulled stuff out of his ass that I had never seen before. It was a true Master Class in law. A couple of times, I even caught the judge covering his mouth and smiling in admiration. By the end of the day, we had won. As the judge announced the verdict, Mitchell turned to me and puffed up his chest. I leaned over to him and whispered that he was a good boy and he was going to get a treat tonight. I told him to be at my house by 7 pm and to be ready. I looked down. A bulge began to form in his expensive suit.

Just before 7 pm my door opened and Mitchell entered. He quickly made his way to the living room and put on both leashes then assumed the position on the floor like an obedient dog. I let him wait for a minute to let him know I was on my time, not his. I had a present for him in a little bag in my hand. I entered the living room and he looked up at me like a puppy that had been waiting all day for his master. He handed me his leashes. I asked him if he had been a good boy and he replied that he had been very good. I petted him on the head and told him he had earned some treats. He looked up at me wide eyed and ready. I asked him if he was a Rottweiler or a Poodle. He replied that he was a Rottweiler. I had hoped he would say that. I reached into my bag and pulled out a dog tail butt plug. The tail on this plug was bobbed like a Rottweiler. I told him he had earned his tail and he needed to show me his butt.

Mitchell looked up at me with questioning eyes. I barked another order to put his nose down on the floor and butt in the air. He did it quickly. I clicked the cricket as a reward. I took some lube from the bag and dripped it on his tight butt hole. I placed the plug at the opening and slowly applied pressure. Mitchell's asshole was tight and fighting my advances. I pushed harder and told him to relax. The plug began to move slowly. Mitchell let out a painful moan. I did not stop. I applied more pressure until suddenly there was a pop and his ass accepted his new tail completely. Mitchell let out a squeal. I looked down to see his tight ass with a bobbed tail sticking out. I jiggled it and asked Mitchell if he liked his new tail. Before he could answer, I grabbed his now rock-hard cock dangling from between his legs. I laughed and told him that his cock answered the question for him. I pushed on his tail while I held his cock. Each push made his cock twitch and get even harder. It was obvious that the plug was directly on his prostate, right where I wanted it.

I slipped my hand from his cock and took his balls into my hand and squeezed them lightly and asked him if he needed to be neutered. He quickly said that he wanted to keep his balls. I laughed and told him that he had earned them today and that he was going to get a treat. I sat down on the couch. I told Mitchell to get on his knees in front of me. I slipped off my heels and put one foot below his balls and the other on his cock. I lifted his heavy sack with my left foot while I began to rub his cock with my right. Mitchell moaned in pleasure. Soon, I had his cock between my two feet. My toes expertly crawled across his shaft then my soles applied pressure. It did not take long before his cock was between the arches of my size fives. He looked at me, then back down, then closed his eyes and laid his head back. Mitchell was enjoying his foot job. I applied more pressure and picked up the speed. I asked him if he liked what was happening to his cock. To my surprise, he let out a high pitched "yes ma'am." I almost burst out laughing. His voice sounded like a little girl's.

As Mitchell got close to orgasm, I pulled both leashes tight and told him that he could cum on my feet. I moved my feet so that his cock was between both soles, then rubbed them back and forth as if I were rubbing dirt from my feet. That was all it took. Mitchells eyes opened wide then shut tight. His body stiffened and pushed hard against my soft soles. His cock was like cement. I could feel a rhythmic pulse going through his cock for a second before I began to feel Mitchell's warm jizz covering the soles of my feet. His hands grabbed the tops of my feet and he held them in a death grip against his cock as his body flung forward. Mitchell let out a howl as copious rivers of cum covered my soles then oozed from between my toes. His new little tail began to wiggle and wag as his prostate pulsed and pushed against the plug. It was quite a sight. It was as if he was truly a dog, happy to be pleasing his Master. He was having quite an orgasm.

I let Mitchell enjoy the ride he was on. Once his orgasm subsided, I clicked the cricket and told him he was a good boy. He opened his eyes and gave me a sly smile. I pulled his neck collar and told him that he had made a mess and now he needed to clean it up. I lifted my cum covered right foot and placed it on his face and demanded that he lick up his mess. Mitchell paused; he did not want to do it; it was the prolactin that was surging through his body. That nasty chemical that showed up after orgasm that made men stupid and tired and totally sexless. I hated prolactin because I wanted sex to end when I wanted it to end, not when some chemical said it was time.

I yanked hard on his cock and ball choke collar. His whole body jumped and I barked "clean up your mess!" Mitchell reluctantly began licking the cum from my foot. I made sure I moved it back and forth to get every drop, then pointed at my toes and demanded he clean each one. As Mitchell progressed, his foot fetish slowly overcame the effects of the prolactin surging through his brain. By the time he got to my left foot, Mitchell was greedily gobbling up his sperm. Once he was finished, I looked down to discover his now deflated penis had dribbled little drops of cum on my hardwood floor.

I pointed at the mess and said, "look what you did Mitchell, bad boy, clean it up." Mitchell dropped down quickly and licked the cum from my floor. I clicked my cricket and told him he was a good boy, then pointed to my pussy and told him to make me cum. Mitchell dove between my legs and used his amazing oral skills to take me over the edge in minutes. His long, thick tongue was like no mans I had ever been with. He had skills that I assumed were taught to him by some other woman because no man would ever know the places to hit like him. My hands held his head tightly to my womanhood. I dug my nails into his head to make sure he would not get away until I had had all the fun I wanted.

My orgasm started slowly then ramped its way up until I exploded. My body suddenly jerked. A river of juice spilled from between my legs into Mitchell's mouth. He instinctively tried to pull his head away, but my grip was too strong. His mouth overflowed with my sticky wetness. As he began to choke, I pulled on his hair and dragged his face across my exploding womanhood, leaving a trail of slime as evidence of his excellent work. It felt so good I wanted more. I pushed him to the floor and drove my pussy into his face and ground my clit on his nose. I began to use his face as my own personal sex toy. Mitchell's strong hands grabbed my thighs and held on tightly. His tongue darted deep inside me, which only intensified and extended my orgasm.

As I slowly came down from my fun, I grabbed the cricket and placed it by his ear and clicked it and told him he was a good boy. I also told him that he could keep his balls for another day. Mitchell's eyes opened then squinted an acknowledgement back at me. I reached over to the couch and picked up his underwear. I sat myself up off his face and wiped my sticky pussy with them, then wiped off his face with them also. By the time my cleanup was done, they were soaked and smelled of pussy. I curled them into a ball and placed them into his mouth. I looked down at him and told him he needed to leave and that I was finished with him. As I stood and walked away, I told him that I wanted him to wear his soiled underwear to work the next day and that I would check to see if he complied. Moments later he was gone.

The next morning Mitchell walked into my office and closed the door. He unbuckled his pants and dropped them to his knees and pulled up his shirt to show me his underwear. He had done what he had been told. Mitchell was wearing his underwear from the night before, stained with my pussy juices. They smelled of sex. I clicked my pen and told him he was a good boy. Mitchell shook his head and asked me if he could say something. I laughed, he had never asked permission before, he had always just vomited out whatever he had on his mind. I told him to proceed. He looked down at his feet and said, "No woman has ever fucked with my brain like the way you have done. All I can think about all day is being on my knees in front of you. Fuck, sometimes I find myself in the bathroom here at work jerking off thinking about licking cum off your boots. I am addicted to you. You are the most sexual being I have ever met. What the fuck have you done to me? What do I have to do to make this arrangement permanent?"

I stared back at him and told him to put his pants back on. I then told him that I would have to think about it and that I would get back to him. He quickly asked how long I would need to think about it. I told him it could be weeks. His whole body shook and he let out a shriek and asked why so long. I told him that I was in charge and a good boy would just have to wait. I clicked my pen and told him I was busy and he needed to leave. He pulled up his pants and stormed out of my office. I leaned back in my chair and looked up at the ceiling, a broad smile across my face. With the proper training Mitchell might end up being the best dog I had ever had.