Tracey's Collar - Sex Stories

Tracey's Collar

... fingers buried between her legs as she worked herself into a frenzy thinking of that possibility, but she knew in the cold light of day life as a sex toy might not all be pleasurable! The fantasies never left her though and now she had the opportunity to take her fantasies one step further, into the real world, with her collar. Tracey saw naked slaves every day out in public, usually following their Masters but also out by themselves, shopping and running errands. It wasn't unusual to see slaves in a lot of places by themselves and as long as they had a reason to be there nobody really seemed to care. Of course they were all collared and so their Master could see where they were at any time using the tracking device and if the slave wandered off course or was taking to long to run the errand he could always use the shock function in her collar. There was never any real danger of the slave running off, the Zap App, as they now called them had a long range, a few miles, as did the tracking device so no slave was truly away from her Master, even if the allusion was there. Tracey's idea was simple, the urge to try being a slave was unbearable and so she was going to put the collar on and walk around in a public place as if she was a real slave, everybody would just see a naked collared girl, a slave. The idea had made Tracey cumm hard many times and now she had the chance to act on it. Resisting the urge to move her hands between her legs she picked up the heavy collar and after ...

... checking once more that the lock worked she pulled the key out and dropped it on the bed behind her and brought the collar up to her neck, biting her lip she placed it around her neck. Unbearably excited and unbearably wet she moved her hands to the back of the collar and pushed it shut, locking it with an audible click. She couldn't hold it any longer as she fell onto her bed, her hands diving their way down to her pussy as she frantically rubbed herself, orgasm after orgasm racking her body. She had no idea how many she had but it was enough to exhaust her and she laid on her bed for what seemed like an eternity trying to get her thoughts back. She had done it, she was now a collared girl and that meant only one thing, she was a slave! Getting unsteadily to her feet she looked at herself in the mirror once again, the sight that she saw was incredibly horny, naked but this time with the gleaming steel collar around her neck Tracey thought she looked even more beautiful. The tight was close, it didn't restrict her breathing but only just, as she tried she realised she couldn't move the collar around her neck at all it was that snuggly fitted. Just for the hell of it she tried to pull it open but that of course was completely futile, the collar gave not the tiniest indication that it was going to move, it was an immovable object locked around her slender neck, there for good, apart from the fact that she had the key. Looking behind her she panicked for a second as she couldn't ...