Perhaps there really are girls like Rachel outside of Pornotopia. One wonders.
Rachel was my girlfriend when I was 22 and she was 17. She was a runaway from home and I met her when she was trying to sneak into a bar I was working the door at. She looked hot that night, a too-young girl with a tight ass and large tits, begging me to let her in for free to see her favorite band. She was wearing a black bondage collar, a velvet body suit that cupped her breasts, a loose pleated silk miniskirt that hung low enough to hint that the body suit was a thong, and mules over knee high stockings. She looked like a whore, but she was too clean and I knew she was just a kid who wanted to fuck the band.
"ID and five bucks" I said, playing it tough.
"Please, I forgot my wallet, can I go in?" she said in a little girl voice, giving me the eye. She swayed charmingly on one leg, showing me some thigh. I raised my eyebrow.
"I don't know, I get in trouble if you get busted." I said.
"Please Sir, I'm over 21, really." 
Calling me "sir" was a nice touch. She begged me some more, leaning up against me, asking me my name and stuff. I found out she was a runaway, which definitely meant she was jailbait, but I didn't think about it much. By the time it occurred to me that it would be illegal to fuck her, I realized that I had already been manipulated into letting her in for free. I was going to have to watch this one. I caught up to her in the hallway. I grabbed a ring on the back of her collar and pulled her into a discreet corner. She came willingly.
"Yes Sir?" she said with a smile.
Still holding her by the ring on her collar I said: "Okay, I'm letting you in, but there are three rules you have to follow." She smiled again, and I swear I saw her squirm a little at the mention of obedience.
"Please let me in, I'll follow your rules, Sir." I've got a live one, I thought, definite possible submissive.
"One, you can't cause trouble, drink, meet the band, or flirt with anyone. No trouble of anykind, or I'll be PISSED."
"Yes Sir." She said, coyly looking down, then back at me from under her long thick bangs.
"Two, you have to tell me where and why you got the collar." Her eyes opened wide, then she blushed.
"Ah, I found it in a. . . . "
"The truth." I said and jerked her face toward mine till she was on her tiptoes and our lips were nearly touching. Her hands fell on my hips and her hips pressed against mine and as she talked in a low sexy voice she looked at my mouth.
"I asked my last boyfriend to buy it for me on a trip to the city. He thought it was weird but he did it. We broke up because he. . . did everything I told him to. I wear it because. . . it makes me feel sexy." I let go of her collar without kissing her because I wanted her to feel safe with me.
"Three, I want you out of here before the last song so no one sees you. If you want to come home with me, meet me in the parking lot by the big black pickup truck." I touched her neck again. "I think you look good in a collar." She smiled at me and said:
"Thank you Sir." She gave me a firm kiss, then ran off into the club. I could barely concentrate to check IDs, and when the show started I watched her dancing for a while then went to my truck to wait. I sat on the tailgate and before long Rachel showed up. We started kissing, then making out in the back of my truck. I pulled up the tailgate and we went at it in the carpeted interior. I desperately wanted to chain her up and haul her off to my house, but even more I wanted to be sure of her her trust, and desire for slavery before I put her in a position she couldn't get out of. So after we made out for a while and I discovered that it was a thong bodysuit I took her home and we went to sleep in my bed, without having sex. I think she was suprised.
The next morning she was walking around the house in just her bodysuit and collar when I woke up, and as soon as she saw I was awake she snuggled up to me and started giving me long hard french kisses. She started to kiss my neck, then down my chest as she murmured to me.
"I found some of the books in your bookcase, "The Story of O", "Beauty", they turned me on." She rubbed one of my nipples with her tongue. Her hand rubbed my stiffening cock.
"Will you be my Master, and I'll be your Slave?" she said.
"Yes." I said as she took my cock in her mouth to the base. She gave me the best blowjob of my life, working me over with her mouth until I was writhing in pleasure and then deep-throating me, for Christ's sake, bringing me off with her tight gripping throat. I found out later that she was one of these people who find it easy to control their gag reflex, like a sword swallower. I shot a huge load of semen down her throat and she took it all, still sucking. I had to push her off when the post climax stimulation was too much.
Rachel climbed back up on top of me, rubbing her velvet clad pussy against my re-hardening cock and whispering into my neck.
"You are my Master. I am your slave, a toy for you to use for your own pleasure. Take me however you want me. You own me, you own my body. Use, me, Master." I was hard again. Rachel and I were Slave and Master for two years after she whispered that.
The rest of the weekend was glorious. I went slow, not wanting to scare her. That first morning of her slavery I collared her with my own collar, replacing that of whatever pimplefaced geek lurked in her past. I cuffed her hands and clipped them to the back of her collar so that her back arched when she moved and her firm young breasts were presented. I leashed her to a ring in the wall and brought her to orgasm with my hands through her bodysuit and my mouth on her nipples. Then I unclipped her hands and leash, removed her bodysuit, and took her tied spread-eagle on my bed. During her second orgasm I had to put my hand over her mouth she was so loud, and I resolved to gag her from then on.
In the weeks that followed I slowly trained her to be a perfect, willing pleasure-slave. When ever I got home from work she would be waiting naked on her knees in front of the door, with her hands holding her buttocks spread for me. She was always wet for me and often I started the night by taking her that way, on the carpet.
I bought two gags for her, one the traditional and effective ball gag, the other a more exotic ring gag that made speech impossible but would allow the slave to be fucked in the mouth. Her deep throating skills made her easily the best cocksucker I'd ever had, even with the gag in.
We bought her a collection of thrift store summerdresses that were short and loose and she wore them with various combinations of thongs, garterbelts and stockings, kneehighs, merrywidows, and other lingerie I bought for her. Often though, I had her go naked under the dresses. I think she liked to wear the sexy stuff better though, she loved to dress up.
One Saturday as we were having coffee on the couch, she naked but for her collar and me in my boxers, she turned to me with a look I knew in her eye and said:
"Why don't you ever fuck my ass, Master?" I put down my coffee and lit my first smoke of the day.
"You like to be fucked in the ass, don't you Rachel."
"My asshole belongs to my Master, just like the rest of me." she said, giving me her best "fuck me with abandon" look.
"Down and present, Slave" I said. She assumed her kneeling, buttocks and legs spread position. I went to the bedroom and brought back a harness. It had dildoes for the pussy and anus, and a small pad for the clit. Chains from the dildo section attached to a boned leather corset. Lubricating the buttplug in her wet pussy I said:
"We have to make a trip to the drugstore first." I fitted the harness on to her, then had her put on a demure dress and a pair of mules. She walked with a delightful gingerness, the dildos twisting inside of her as we went outside and got into the car. She was breathing quickly as I started the car and drove us out of the parking garage, taking the speed bumps somewhat quickly. Her panting turned to a scream of ecstasy as I turned on the remote control for the vibrating dildos and the clit stimulator. Her beautiful neck arched under the collar as she moaned and it was a short trip to the drugstore. I alternated with the remote which part of the harness was pleasuring her, giving her a quick shallow clitoral orgasm, then keeping her on the edge from then with a steady anal vibration, reinforced with powerful vaginal and clitoral spurts from time to time. She seemed almost drunk with pleasure by the time we got to the store. We went in, got the KY jelly we had come for, and went to the counter. I made Rachel take it to the counter. She was embarassed at first but I buzzed her pussy demandingly and it led her to the checkout machine. As the man rang her up I carefully brought her to the edge of a mostly anal climax with the remote. The checkout guy was somewhat intrigued by this gorgeous blond kid with the virginal sundress and the collar, buying KY jelly. I stayed out of sight and tortured her with the harness when ever she spoke, causing her voice to skip up and down a few octaves. By the time we made it to the car her juices were dripping down her leg and there was going to be no more waiting. I drove us back home at an unsafe speed. Halfway there she got on her knees on the floor beside me and started sucking my cock. She murmured:
"Please take me in the ass, Master. Sodomize me. I'm your little anal slave. Make me your assgirl, I'm begging you."
I pulled her talented mouth off of me long enough to park the car and get us inside. Turning all three vibrating harness on "full," I leashed her quivering body to the coffeetable and tied her hands behind her back, after tearing off her dress. She moaned in frustration as I removed the dildos. Quickly I shafted her dripping pussy with my cock several times, whispering:
"Do you want me to fuck you in the ass, little slavegirl?" She was moaning and whimpering with each stroke of my cock in her pussy.
"Please Master, please!" was all she could get out. I pulled out of her, quickly greased my cock and her anus, and began to slide my cock into her tight asshole. My cock was bigger than the dildo and she whimpered for a second, but then the worst was over and I was inside her. I moved slowly for a few minutes, letting her get used to it.
"How does that feel, Slave?"
"Ohh, Master, you're so big and I'm so tight, OHHHHHHH, that feels good -- UHHHHHHHH, take your little slavegirl in the ass, AhhhhHHHHH!" She was thrashing against her bonds by now, imploring me to sodomize her. I fucked her in the ass for a few more minutes, enjoying the struggling of her bound body in the grip of passion. Finally I could take no more and brought my slave to a shattering climax with my hands on her nipples and clit while I shot my cum into her helpless asshole.
She loved to be fucked in the ass, my little slavegirl Rachel.
