Alpha Dog

I have been an attorney for ten years and recently joined the largest firm in my area. As a woman, it is not easy being taken seriously by other male attorneys. They often look down on you and treat you like their personal slaves or someone not worthy of their time and effort. The firm I joined is a regional powerhouse with big name lawyers. The kind you see on TV winning billion-dollar settlements. One of the partners is a guy in his early 40's named Mitchell. Mitchell is a defense attorney, the guy that must defend against plaintiffs' suits. He has a fearsome reputation for being the biggest, toughest asshole that has ever walked the earth. Grown men shudder when he comes up against them in the courtroom. Many cases immediately settle when he gets attached to them. In the legal community he is known as the "emasculator." If you are against him in court, he will cut your genitals off and shove them down your throat. Mitchell was now my new boss.

He was not very thrilled meeting me. I am a tiny brunette that on a good day is five foot two inches tall and about 110 lbs. Although I am in my mid-thirties, people think I am still in college. In fact, when I go out for a drink I get carded every time and then get the fake ID look from the bartender. Yes, I am small but I am a fireball. I have always had to fight for everything I have ever gotten. I love to argue, which makes me a good attorney.

My first couple of weeks at the firm I did my best to get oriented to the hierarchy of the place. It did not take long to realize that Mitchell was the Alpha dog and everyone else was his bitch. In meetings, he ran over people like a freight train. It did not take long before he started talking down to me too. Well, that was not going to happen more than once as far as I was concerned. Each time he would bark at me, I would bark back. If I thought he was wrong, I would tell him that. The room would fall silent and everyone's eyes would hit the floor in expectation of the blow back. Oh, and that blowback would happen in spades. It did not take more than a minute to realize that he did not want, nor need my opinion, however, I was going to give it whether he wanted it or not.

Mitchell was right 100% of the time because he would berate people into submission. When I would prove him wrong, he would defend himself by being a sexist asshole. He would make comments like, "you should be taking care of babies and not bothering me" or "with your looks, why aren't you married and taking care of a husband by now" and my all-time favorite "you are a bitchy one, it is going to be fun to break you and make you, my bitch." Yup, the EEOC was built and designed for this guy. A misogynist pig with a superiority complex. Could I sue him and win? Fuck yes, many millions of dollars would come my way very quickly. Did I sue him? Hell no, I am a fighter and I made it my mission to put him in his place.

Months passed and Mitchell and I battled it out. Many on the staff secretly would stop by my office and say that they loved our arguments. He had beat them down so much that they saw me as a Joan of Arc figure. They were secretly routing for me to win.

As much as we fought, I noticed some subtle cues from Mitchell. Our first meetings were from across the table from each other. Our meetings now were always at a 90-degree angle, where he could see my whole body. When I crossed my legs, Mitchell would often get distracted and lose his train of thought. When I realized that, I began to use it against him. Certain footwear would throw him off more than others. I quickly discovered that when I wore my five-inch black pumps, he would really get distracted. However, one day, it was very cold out and the weather was horrible, so I wore some black lace up boots. We had a meeting and when I sat down, he began to look very uncomfortable. As the meeting ended, he asked me to stay behind for a private conversation.

As the door closed, he looked down and pointed at my boots and asked me if I thought that they were appropriate for work at a law firm. I said that I did and asked him what he thought. He said that they were not appropriate for work and that it was something I should wear out on a date. I decided to get cheeky and I asked him if he like women who wore boots on a date. To my surprise and amazement, his face turned beet red. For the first time, he was speechless. At that point I realized my Alpha dog, asshole boss had a foot fetish. He stood there sputtering, so I pushed the issue. I turned my leg to show my boots off to him. I acted innocent and did my best to play to his now obvious fetish. Mitchell became flustered and immediately dove into his seat behind his desk to hide the bulge forming in his very expensive suit.

At this point I broke the nuclear code envelope and turned both keys to launch the rockets. I looked sweetly at him and told him I have a bunch of boots and if he ever wanted to see them all he had to do was ask. I then turned and said that if there was nothing more, I had work to do, then left. Ha ha, I had found the small crack I had been looking for to break him. I returned to my office, shut the door, and began to work on some files. About a half hour passed before there was a knock on the door. Mitchell's assistant said that he needed to meet with me and a client after work at a fancy restaurant near the office. I accepted the offer and put it on my schedule.

I arrived at the restaurant at seven to find Mitchell already there and waiting for me. The hostess took us to the table. It was a table for two. I asked Mitchell what happened to the client and he said they had cancelled. I saw right through his ruse but said nothing. We sat down and began some small talk. Mitchell drilled me about why I was still single. I explained that I had been in a long-term relationship but we had different goals in life. My former boyfriend never wanted to leave our hometown. When I took the job at my new firm I had to move. He did not want to go with me, so it ended.

I asked Mitchell why he was single. He laughed and said, "single for the third time, you mean." Mitchell rolled his eyes and said he had been married twice and divorced twice. His first marriage was to his high school sweetheart. She was sweet and cute but clingy. She wanted Mitchell home all the time and being an attorney, that did not work. His second wife was a trophy wife. She was gorgeous, model quality. He said she loved sex until they got married and he realized she loved his money more than his cock. She was great arm candy but offered him nothing else. So, he had decided to just forget about marriage and just stay single.

As dinner progressed the sexual tension between us grew stronger. Our conversation became cheeky. I teased him about not being able to please and keep a woman. He teased back that I was too much of a bitch to find a man. I told him that he needed a bitch to teach him that he was not the Alpha dog he thought he was. Mitchell responded that there was not a woman that could handle him. I laughed at him and told him that I could have him broken in minutes. Mitchell responded with, "do you have the balls to prove it?"

Bingo! This was just what I wanted. I was going to make him my bitch. I looked back at him with a sly smile and asked him the same question. "Do you have the balls to be with a superior woman?" He laughed and said try me. I gave him my address and told him to get there as soon as he could. He paid the bill and we left.

We both arrived within seconds of each other at my place. As we approached the door, Mitchell pushed me against the wall and tried to kiss me. I pushed him away and told him that he would have to earn a kiss. He tried a second time and I grabbed his balls and squeezed and told him no. He laughed sheepishly, then allowed me to open the door. Once we were inside my place, I told him to sit on the couch and wait for me. I went into my room and changed some of my clothes. I took off my skirt and panties and put on a pair of leather looking panties that had snaps on the waist for easy removal. I removed my shirt and bra and replaced that with a black leather corset. I left my lace up boots on. I finished pulling my long brown hair back and put it into a thick braid. I looked into the mirror. Looking back at me was one hot looking woman, one that was ready to dominate. I opened my sex toy draw and grabbed two collars and two leashes. I also grabbed a cricket. This was a small metal device that is used to train dogs. When a dog does something correctly, the owners press the cricket and it chirps. It does not take long before the dog will do anything to hear the chirp. I was going to need this to train my Alpha dog.

As I walked back into the living room Mitchell's eyes nearly fell out of his head. All he could say was WOW! I sternly said, "take off your clothes right now!" Mitchell did not hesitate and was naked in seconds. I told him to get on his knees and sit like a dog. He played along without saying a word. I placed the first leather collar around his neck and attached a leash. I then bent down and wrapped the second leash around his cock and balls. This one was not leather but a spiked choke collar that is normally used for unruly dogs. When a dog would pull too hard with this collar, the spikes would dig in, letting the dog know that they had gone too far. I attached the leash to the second collar then stood up in front of him and looked down into his eyes.

Mitchell was in heaven. I could read his mind. Some kinky broad was going to play sex games with him, then he was going to fuck the shit out of her and prove he was the Alpha dog. He had it all planned out. I told him that I had caught him staring at my feet and legs and that I knew he had a foot fetish. I asked him if he did. He said he did not. Wrong answer. I yanked his cock leash hard, spikes digging in. Mitchells body curled into a ball and he let out, "Fuck!" I asked him again if he had a foot fetish and if he was looking at my feet and legs at work. As I said this, I increased the tension on his cock leash, letting him know that another wrong answer would result in more pain. He responded that he did have a foot fetish and that looking at my feet and legs made his cock stir in his suit. I released the pressure and clicked the cricket. I smiled then told him that I was going to train him to be a "good boy." Alpha dogs could be trained to be obedient and good companions. They just need to be shown how.

I told Mitchell to look at my feet and stare at them. He did as he was told. I looked at his cock. He was hard as a rock. I told him to kiss my boots. Mitchell looked up at me with a strange look as if to ask where this was going. I jerked his cock leash again and demanded he kiss my boots. Mitchell dropped to the ground and kissed them. I responded with "good boy" then clicked the cricket. I told him to sit back up. He did and I rewarded him with a click of the cricket. Kiss my boots again. Mitchell dropped to the floor and kissed them. Again, he got a click. I repeated this a couple of times until I told him that I should not have to ask anymore. From now on I would point to my boots and he was to kiss them. Mitchell smiled. He was playing along figuring this would end soon with him banging my pussy into submission. I pointed to my boots. He dropped and kissed them. A loud click was his reward. I repeated this a couple of times until I knew he was trained.

I then told him I was going to teach him another trick. He smiled. I told him that I was going to point to a place on my body and he was to put his nose on that spot, nothing more. He nodded his head in agreement. I pointed to my crotch. A broad smile crossed his face. Mitchell sat up and grabbed my thighs and buried his face into my crotch. Fuck no, I thought. I yanked his cock collar so hard I thought I was going to rip his genitals off. Mitchell dropped to the floor in the fetal position. He was almost sobbing. He looked up at me and asked me why I had done that. I stared down at him and told him in my bitchiest voice, that he was going to learn to behave or he was going to be punished.

Mitchell looked back at me. I could see in his eyes that he was not ready to play this game. He was going to give up and go home. I knew that this was the pivotal moment and that I had him totally in my control. All I had to do was to say the magic words. I looked down at him and said, "well maybe you really do not have the balls to be with a superior woman. You can get dressed and go if you want. I guess you are just a big talker."

That comment lit a fire in his eyes. It cut so deeply into his ego. Mitchell's body rose off the floor and he assumed his sitting dog position. He looked up at me and said, "no woman has broken me yet, go for it."

I pulled on his neck collar so that his face looked directly at mine then pointed at my pussy. Mitchell leaned over and placed his nose against my panty covered pussy. I felt him take a deep breath. I giggled inside. Click! Sit back down. Click! I pointed back at my pussy. Mitchell's nose immediately assumed the position. Click! I repeated this a number of times before I asked him if he knew how to behave and could be trusted. He said that he could. I warned him that the next set of tricks would take patience and a lot of concentration but if he could do them, he would get e treat. Mitchell insisted that he could do anything I wanted and to try him. I unsnapped my panties and let them drop to the floor, revealing my tight completely shaved, clamshell pussy. Mitchell let out a "holy fuck."

I pointed to my pussy and said, "nose." In less than a second Mitchell's warm nose was pressing against my pussy. I told him to leave it there as I began to rub my pussy against his nose. My pussy became wet and soon I was leaving a trail of my slippery wetness across his nose. To my surprise, I could feel Mitchell trembling beneath me. Having his nose in my pussy was taking everything he had to stay focused and to behave himself. I was sure that every cell in his body wanted him to jump my bones that very second, but to his credit, he did as he was told. Sit! He sat. Click! I pointed again. Mitchell placed his nose back onto my pussy, this time pushing slightly deeper. I should have yanked his collar but his warm nose felt good against my clit, so I let him do it. The two of us played this game for close to a half hour. By the time I was ready for the next trick, his face was covered with my pussy juices. The last time I told him to sit, I clicked the cricket then rubbed his head and told him he was a good boy and it was time for a treat. I told him to "stay" and went into my bedroom and retrieved my dildo and vibrator.

I came back out into the living room and stood just inches from Mitchell's face. I looked into his eyes and told him that I was going to give him a treat, but he must sit and stay. He just nodded his head in agreement, saying nothing. I turned on my vibrator and began to buzz my now fully erect clit. Soon my dildo entered my wetness. I closed my eyes and began to enjoy the feeling of a stiff cock inside of my pussy while my clit was being beautifully serrated by my vibrator. Soft moans escaped my lips. My hips began to gently thrust back and forth. My pussy became even wetter and soon the dildo was fully inside me. Each stroke went from tip to balls, eight inches of hard lover deep inside me. I turned the vibrator to the maximum level.

I was close to orgasm. I could feel my clit getting ready to explode. My body was tingling and begging for a release. Then, my body stiffened and began to shake. I opened my eyes and looked down. Mitchell's eyes were glued to my pussy. He was wide-eyed and fully transfixed by what he was seeing. I began to explode in orgasm. I grabbed his hair and shoved his face between my legs, burying it deep into my pussy. I let out a scream and began a rolling, body shaking orgasm all over his face. I had his head in a death grip as I violently smothered him. I felt Mitchell's tongue dart in and out of my pussy as he greedily gobbled up my juices. His tongue was warm and talented and extended my orgasm buy at least thirty seconds. As I came down, I pulled his face from between my legs and looked down at him. He was a fucking mess. He was covered in my slime. His hair was soaked in my juices and his face looked like someone had covered it in Vaseline. My juices dripped from his chin and onto his chest and even down to his very hard cock.

I caught my breath and stepped back from Mitchell. I took off his two collars and handed him his clothes and told him it was time for him to go home. His training was finished for tonight. Mitchell looked dumbfounded. His cock was hard as a rock. He was so horny he was about to explode. He began to speak but I cut him off and told him to get dressed and go home. I would let him know when his next training would be. I turned and walked away and went to my bedroom and locked the door. Ten minutes later I heard my front door close. I entered my bathroom and stared into the mirror. I smiled at the woman looking back at me. I liked training Mitchell.

The following day was crazy at the firm. All hell broke loose with one of our clients. Everybody was running around trying to get things straightened out. A meeting was called around two to coordinate our approach to how we would handle the issues. As usual, the seating was assigned and I was in full view of Mitchell. He was especially grumpy and very condescending. Mitchell barked orders at the other attorneys and talked down to them. When he got around to me, he was no different. Obviously, his training did not work, I thought. As he barked at me, I waited until he made eye contact then pointed slyly at my high heel. He looked down at my foot. As he did, I clicked my pen hard. The sound echoed like a gunshot through his head. His whole body jumped. Then, he looked back up at me and said, "I am sorry, could you please reach out to the client and let them know what we decided?" Sorry? Please? The whole room went silent. All eyes looked at him then back at me then back at him again. I could read everyone's minds. They were thinking, what the fuck just happened? I smiled and responded that I would be happy to assist.

As the meeting ended, I passed Mitchell a note that said, "your training continues tonight at 8 pm. Do not be late. The door will be unlocked. Enter and get ready. Do not make me wait." Mitchell read it, looked at me, and nodded.

At 8 pm my door opened. I was dressed and ready to go. This time in my 5-inch black pumps, Mitchell's favorite. I gave him a minute then entered my living room. In the middle of the room was Mitchell, totally naked with both collars on, leashes in hand. As I approached, he looked me up and down, then bit his bottom lip. When I got close, he handed me his leashes. I clicked the cricket. He whispered, "please train me." I took the leashes and pointed to my high heels. Mitchell dropped to the floor and kissed my heels. Click! It took just a few minutes to go through all of Mitchell's tricks. He was perfect in every way. I was so impressed, I dropped my panties, pointed to my pussy, and told Mitchell to make my pussy cum with his tongue. Mitchell's cock jumped when he heard my words.

Mitchell crawled over to me and gently took my thighs in his strong hands, then placed his lips upon my pussy. He kissed it softly, then slowly used his warm tongue to separate my little clam. I placed my hands on his head to make sure he did not stop. His tongue danced across my clit, then slipped into my hole. I pulled his head closer. Mitchell had amazing oral skills. There was quite a sensual lover hidden in this asshole of a man. I closed my eyes and relished the feeling of his amazing tongue wiggling inside me. As my orgasm began to build, I pushed his head as deep as it would go between my legs. Mitchell was now to the point where his face was so deep inside my crotch that it was almost impossible to breathe. Then suddenly and without warning my clit exploded into a bulb of intense sensitivity. My whole body jumped then stiffened. My fingers dug into his skull. I let out a low growl and screamed, "don't stop!" Mitchell did exactly as he was told and continued his attack.