Tracey's Collar - Sex Stories

Tracey's Collar

... Not knowing what to say Tracey just sat there blushing a deep red much to the man's amusement, “Maybe I should take you down to the nearest processing centre, get you all registered properly and take you home for some fun, I bet you'd like that!” he cackled. Tracey couldn't think of anything less she would like but she forced a weak smile at him hoping he would go away and leave her alone. In one way being naked and collared had protected her, that young couple had left her alone once they'd realised she was a real slave owned by someone, or at least that's what they thought. Now though sitting on the bench dressed and free she had no real protection, the old man was right, he could simply walk her down to the slave centre and make her his property. “Oh yes I could have a lot of fun with a pretty one like you.” he laughed and casually reached out and squeezed her left breast. To her immense relief at that moment her bus came in and standing quickly so he had to release his grip on her she mumbled an apology and got on the bus hoping against hope that he wouldn't follow her. Her luck was in as he remained on the bench looking at the bus probably wondering if it was worth making a fuss and getting on board to try and pull Tracey off but instead he just sat there and watched as Tracey's bus pulled away. That outing had been as exciting as the first but also more dangerous! The young couple had tried to get hold of her and the old man at the bus station. She knew as a slave she ...

... had no rights whatsoever and if either the young couple or the old man and told her to go with them she really would have had no choice but to do as she was told. She knew that naked and collared she could hardly of tried to explain her posotion without being laughed at. She also did not know what the penalty was for impersonating a slave but she guessed it was probably compulsory enslavement anyway! Dangerous though her second trip had been she knew there had to be a third trip, she couldn't resist it. The danger of the last trip out had raised the excitement level an extra notch and Tracey, and her pussy, had no choice but to enter the world of slavery another time. When she had got off the bus this time she counted another two slave rails and a total of twenty slaves tied to them, she also noticed that almost each slave was bent over double, it seemed tying their collar as close to the rail as possible was now the norm meaning each girl had to bent forard so that her neck was almost on the rail. This had the effect of raising the girls bottom in the air and also letting her breasts hang loose below her, a pleasing sight for all the men passing by! Once again the toilet block was empty, she was beginning to think she was the only girl using it! Clothes and key taped away and naked and collared she had walked out of the block and right into trouble, the tramps were back! This time there was three of them and they saw the naked Tracey immediately and almost as immediately they ...