Tracey's Collar - Sex Stories

Tracey's Collar

... was a different affair, after twenty minutes she still hadn't managed to unlock it, her hands were still shaking so much, she'd even dropped the key on the floor twice. She had half debated trying to get home dressed but with the collar on but she knew that would draw unwanted attention immediately. Finally after thirty five minutes she heard the collar click as it unlocked and almost crying with relief she pulled it off. Hoping against hope she exited the toilet block, once more a free woman but knowing that if the tramps were still there and saw her God knows what they would do to her. Luckily they seemed to have their fun and moved on and so she quickly walked through the park and caught the bus home. This pretending to be a slave game was getting very hard to play! Nevertheless she only last two weeks before she had to try it again. This time though she thoroughly checked the area around the toilet block, waiting at least twenty minutes before feeling that the area was safe and even then she breathed a sigh of relief when she stepped inside and saw that it was empty. She quickly undressed and collared herself before taping up her clothes and key in the usual place and checking first she quickly exited the building naked and started walking towards the town. To her relief, and maybe slight disappointment, she spent forty minutes walking the streets of the town naked and excited. She was drawing the usual appreciative looks but apart from two teenage boys who thought it ...

... was great fun to follow her for a hundred yards slapping her bare bottom every step of the way she survived the trip unscathed. As she walked back and started to walk back to the toilets she noticed with some apprehension that there seemed to be a bit of a small crowd of people staring at the small building, along with a few men in high vis jackets. As the worried Tracey approached the group she saw with alarm that a JCB was a few feet away and as she got there she heard an old woman snap, “It's about time they pulled that eyesore down.” And as she said it Tracey almost screamed as she saw the arm of the JCB smash down against the toilet blocks wall reducing it to rubble instantly. All she could do was stand there and watch as the whole building was demolished right in front of her, her clothes and more importantly the key to her collar buried below the rubble. She was almost crying, what was she going to do now! Without the key she knew she was doomed to be a slave full time. Perhaps she could dig through the rubble later on if the site was empty and dark but she certainly couldn't do it while the twenty or so people were standing by. Her presence as a naked slave girl was already drawing attention and one woman haughtily said to her, “Have you no work to do slave, if I were you I'd set to whatever errand your Master sent you on or I will inform him of your tardiness.” With horror Tracey saw the woman start to take a scanner out of her bag and Tracey certainly did not want to ...