Turns Out She's A Needy Whore

This story is dedicated to My Bella, with all My love. The rest of you, sit back and enjoy

Bella always was a shy girl, excruciatingly so. However, when she met her Owner, John, all that changed, and fast.

Things started out normal enough, they started talking online, bonding over common interests, pretty vanilla... at first.

Bella found that the more she talked to John, the more she wanted to. If He had to go, she instantly went into panic mode.

Nonetheless, John grew to love her, neurosis not withstanding. Maybe it was the fact that she sensed this that finally calmed her down.

Anyway, fast forward a few months and they were meeting face to face in a coffee house for the first time.

He had instructed her to wear something comfortable, but sexy. Those instructions left a lot of wiggle room, and she chose her best red dress, tights, and some dressy matching slippers.

As she sat down at their table, "Take off your tights under the table, hand them to Me." He said.

After a look of shock, Bella did as she was told. She had never been this bold, never done anything remotely sexual in public. With anyone else she still wouldn't be, and yet here she was.

It was already turning her on and He could tell. John didn't hesitate, He reached under the table and began teasing her cunt. The more he played with her, the more she melted into it, she needed this, needed Him, desperately.

He continued, methodically. Before she knew it, she was trying to stifle her moans as the first orgasm He ever gave her washed over her.

"Fuuck" she half whimpered, half moaned. He smiled, and her eyes gleamed with a fiery intensity as she noticed.

She didn't care at that point who saw or heard them. "Don't stop, Daddy" she heard herself say.

She'd literally never called a man Daddy in all her life before then, but with John it was reflex. Basic primal instinct.

Suddenly, He grabbed her throat and kissed her with a passion that made her toes curl.

"That's Master to you, My sweet needy cunt." He declared with a confidence she couldn't help but be thrilled with.

"Yes, Master" came the immediate response.

All this, and they hadn't even gotten to Him actually full on fucking her yet. "Let's get out of here" He said abruptly..."and crawl."

She knelt on all fours, right in the midst of the coffee house. All she cared about was being a good girl for Him. Her whole body needed Him inside, using her, ravaging her, truly full on Owning her.

Once they got out to His car, He made her strip everything off. As He drove, He made her play with herself.

When they got back to His place, He carried her now bare body across the threshold, as if they were already married.

He proceeded to fuck her deeper and with more passionate intensity than any man ever had. "Finally!!" She screamed, as her eyes rolled back in complete ecstasy.

By this time, her whole body was shaking, as intense as everything had been thus far, she needed more.

She couldn't help it, she was His needy whore. What she loved most was how He never discouraged her from expressing herself in the rawest, realest ways. She also loved that He was on fire for her as much as she was for Him.

They both knew their lives would never be the same, and it made each of their hearts race.

When He finished using her with every bit of fire in His soul, He said 'I have a gift for you, sweet cunt."

The way He spoke, degrading and affectionately simultaneously just made her more excited. "What's that, Master?" She asked.

He curled her at His feet, she was still bare and primally exposed, and declared "your collar, My love".

"Do you know what this means?" He asked.

"It means I'm in your world now, Daddy, that I belong to You completely!" She said.

"Yes, this is more binding than a wedding ring!" He said. She couldn't help but melt even more at those words. "I'm more than thrilled, and more than ready, Master." She declared.

With that, He locked the collar around her neck, and lifted her into His lap, running His fingers all over her, kissing her deeply, as their minds both raced with thoughts of their future together.

If it was anything like the intensity of that first encounter, they knew they'd both be in for the ride of their lives. Honestly, they wouldn't want it any other way.