The TSA officer became very serious and pulled Mitchell aside. He used his hand wand and scanned his whole body. The wand came alive as he passed it over Mitchell's crotch. At that very moment, I saw sheer terror in Mitchell's eyes. The officer told him he was going to have to pat him down. As he ran his hand across Mitchell's groin, a soft metallic tinkling sound could be heard. The officer asked Mitchell what he had in his groin area. Mitchell replied that it was nothing. The officer was having none of it and told Mitchell that he needed to follow him to a private room. Mitchell turned and looked at me as if to say please save me. I looked back and shrugged my shoulders and smiled.
Once inside the private room, two officers made Mitchell drop his pants, then do the same with his underwear. The officers bent down and inspected Mitchell's collar. One even read both sides of the tag. They both burst out laughing and told him to put his clothes back on. As they exited the room, one officer bellowed out, "Is there a Sarah Ash in the security area?" I raised my hand and he smiled and told me that I could have my "lost item" back. The two officers looked me up and down and nodded their approval. As we walked away, one of them gave me a thumbs up. I nearly exploded in laughter. Mitchell was mortified. For the whole flight he said nothing.
When we arrived at the deposition, I pulled him aside and told him to snap out of it. He had chosen to be owned and this was part of ownership. He now needed to be evil Mitchell. It took a minute to sink in, but then I saw the fire light back up in his eyes. The deposition went very well and soon we were heading back to the airport for the flight home. When we arrived, Mitchell pulled me aside and asked me to unlock his leash. I reminded him of Rule #1 and Rule #2. I told him that the collar was not coming off. He was going to have to learn about ownership. I reminded him that he was a smart man and he needed to figure out a way to live in his new arrangement.
Mitchell looked like a scared puppy. As we entered the airport, he began to walk funny. We approached security and he made a mad dash to one of the officers. Mitchell handed him his business card and then they spoke in hushed tones. A minute later, Mitchell set off the metal detector. Beeeep! The officer pulled him aside and did a quick pat down, then told him he was ok to travel. Once we got to the gate, I leaned towards him and asked him softly what he had done to get through security. Mitchell turned, smiled, and said, "I told him that I am an asshole attorney and I had recently been shot by one of my clients and the bullets were still in me. I told him that I could strip for him and show him my scars but they were really nasty." I nearly split my gut as I burst out laughing. I high fived him, then leaned in again and told him that his performance warranted a special treat once we got home.
That evening Mitchell was on his knees and fully erect at 7 pm. I had decided to stay dressed from work so I entered the room in a skirt, heels, and a white button-down shirt. I looked very professional. I handed him his tail plug and told him to put it in. I loved looking at it wiggle as I teased him. I laid down on my living room floor next to him. I unbuttoned my blouse and told Mitchell that I was proud of his ingenuity at the airport. Tonight, I was going to allow him to cum on my chest, however, he would have to clean it up afterwards. Without a word, Mitchell began stroking feverously. His tag jingled like a bell. As he stared down at me, I told him he was a good boy and that he deserved to see my breasts. I asked him if he liked them. He blurted out a "fuck yes!" I told him to show me how much he liked them. His body stiffened. His hand stopped stroking and pressed hard against his groin, making his cock as long and hard as possible. His balls were rock hard. Then without notice, his body shook and his seed sprayed its first ribbon right across my body and onto the floor. The next seven shots hit their mark squarely across my perky B-cups.
Mitchell growled like a dog as he let his pent-up semen dance across my breasts. The warmth of it felt wonderful. As his orgasm subsided, I grabbed his hair and forced his face into his mess. I covered his face in his seed, then demanded he clean me up. Mitchells talented tongue soon skated across my chest. His mouth slurping up his salty goodness. I looked down at my chest to see my little Alpha dog gobbling up his cum, like a little cum slut. I smiled. It had not been difficult to convert this Alpha male into my pet. All I had to do was to discover his weaknesses and exploit them. My goal had been to break him like a cookie, then leave him broken and ignore him. However, I was beginning to have feelings for him. I had no intention of telling him that. No, I wanted to continue to make him my little puppy, but a girl has needs and soon my pussy would need to feel the fullness that only a man to fulfill. Would it be Mitchell? Hmm, who knows.
Shit, my mind had wandered to a dangerous place. I got focused again upon what was happening. Mitchell had cleaned my chest quite well. I turned to see his seed on my hardwood floor. I gently slapped him and told him he was a bad dog and pointed to the cum on the floor. Without a word, Mitchell slurped up the mess. I reached for the cricket and clicked it twice. Mitchell's whole body jumped. I got up from the floor and told him to get dressed and walked away. As I turned, I could see his tail wagging, good boy I thought. Maybe soon that tail will be wagging even harder.
