Tracey's Collar - Sex Stories

Tracey's Collar

... fate of the slave. Some of the collars also had chips in them now which gave information about the slave who was wearing it, like her owners name and address, the slaves barcode etc. some even had a tracking device in them so the slaves owner could see where she was at all times. Looking at the one Tracey had just found she wouldn't be surprised if it included all the extras which made it even more exciting that she'd found it! The bus ride home seemed to take an eternity although it only took the usual twenty minutes. Once home Tracey sat on her bed and making herself do it slowly she took the collar from her bag and laid it on her bed. It certainly was heavy she thought to herself and she knew without the key she would never be able to get it off, but she had the key didn't she. Picking it up she looked at where the key was fitted inside the lock and holding her breath she turned it slightly and almost jumped at the loud click as the collar sprang open a few inches. It worked, she had found a fully working slave collar! She knew of course what this was leading up to, her pussy knew it too as it was soaking wet and so quickly she stripped naked and stood in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom. She knew she was a good looking girl, a natural beauty people had always told her, she was short but perfectly proportioned with hardly an ounce of fat on her. She worked hard to keep her body in good shape and she knew she had done a good job. Her breasts were large and ...

... heavy looking on her slender frame, a DD cup but with no sign of sag at all, another fact she was proud of. She kept her pussy free of any hair, as did nearly all girls nowadays, and she couldn't resist touching it slightly to feel the wetness as she admired herself in the mirror. She knew she had many admirers, more than one of whom had wanted to enslave her but she had managed to escape that fate so far, more by luck than judgement. The government changed the laws regarding slavery almost every month, mostly to make it easier and easier to enslave girls and the Sun newspaper had printed a big story only last week saying that the percentage of girls between the ages of eighteen and thirty now officially registered as a slave had passed the fifty percent mark for the first time. Fifty one percent to be precise and the newspaper urged its readers to increase that figure even more. Tracey was a clever girl, she knew that life as a slave girl would not at all be like her many fantasies about the subject, and she had had lots of fantasies! Once a slave your owner could literally do whatever he liked to you, slaves had no human rights whatsoever and were considered either as work horses or sex toys. What's more the price of buying a slave was so low now that if you failed as either your owner would “dispose” of you and buy a new slave without a seconds thought. Tracey knew that if she was ever enslaved she would be bought as a sex toy and this had led to a lot of nights with her ...