A New Alpha in Building 4

Omar gets up every day at five in the morning to go to work, I wake up at the same time to make him breakfast and prepare his lunch.

I say goodbye to him with a warm kiss on the lips and watch him leave, handsome and well-dressed in his delivery uniform.

I see him through the window taking public transportation, and then I take off my pajamas and open the door. Seven days have passed since Vinicio "took" me as his bitch, and somehow I'm already used to being naked at home and doing my things. Having the door open gives me some fear, but since we live on the top floor of the building, nobody comes up.

When it's nine, I get dressed to go to the gym. Lately, it's taking me longer than usual because I like to feel dressed. The gym is a place where Vinicio doesn't exist, and I can be my old self, the married man who takes time for himself.

I undress when I return home and take a bath. The same routine every day, when I get out, I find Vinicio sitting in the living room with a belt in his hand.

"It's time for your discipline, bitch," he says. Every morning, he comes into my house to whip my buttocks. "I'm going to discipline you daily so you remember your place," he told me the first day, and he's kept his word.

I put my hands on the table and push my buttocks out, offering them to him to torture.

Zazzz... I feel the first slap, it's always very strong, as if he wants to alert me with it. "Thank you for making me your bitch, Master," I recite like a mantra after the first blow.

Zazzzz... the second one is always softer than the first, but it still burns. "Thank you for making me your bitch, Master," I repeat.

Zazzz... "Thank you for making me your bitch, Master." By repeating it, I convince myself that I'm his bitch, that he's my Alpha, my Master, and that I should be grateful. The whippings continue, I repeat my mantra as many times as he wants... he never gives me the same number of whips, sometimes it's twenty... sometimes it's thirty... "Thank you for making me your bitch, Master." Every day, when he finishes whipping me, he runs his big hand over my buttocks... it's like a reward for my surrender, and it feels delicious. That moment of exquisite pleasure makes me look forward to his whippings with anxiety every day.

Today, the routine changes. He opens my buttocks and gets down on his haunches behind me. I feel him breathing on my anus, and his warm breath makes me very hot. Then, he runs his tongue over the edge of my buttocks, and I lose control of my mouth, making an exclamation of pleasure.

"It won't be long before this ass is mine," he says, and I shudder... I think about Mario, until now, Vinicio hasn't fucked me, but I don't know if it feels right to let another man who's not my husband penetrate me... although it's been a long time since Mario last penetrated me.

His rough, warm, and wet tongue moves between my buttocks with the conf...