Tracey's Collar - Sex Stories

Tracey's Collar

... see the small key on the bed but then she spied it and relaxed, she may of looked like a slave but all the time she had that key she was a free girl. She debated how long to keep the collar on, the room she was in was her home but it wasn't much of a home. It was basically one room with a bed and a few items of furniture. The house was a large old Victorian house split into a lot of rooms like Tracey's, a girl in each one. Tracey knew there were twelve girls living there and eight of them were slaves, owned by Mr Chambers the landlord who lived at the top of the house. She had no idea why he wanted 8 slaves but she could guess as he was an odious fat little creep! She also guessed that he needed at least some free girls to live there as they could pay rent which kept him afloat. There weren’t too many jobs nowadays that paid a wage to a girl, it was much cheaper for employers to buy a slave and get her to work for nothing and of course most employers did exactly that. The jobs that did pay a girl a wage paid a pittance and Tracey could afford the rent and some basic food and clothes and nothing else, every penny had to be counted and that's why she could only afford to live in such a grotty place with an even grottier landlord! She tried to keep her distance from Mr Chambers but he insisted that each of the free girls paid his rent in cash at his door and so once a week she had to climb the six staircases to his door and then put up with his crude and lewd remarks while ...

... she paid him. Quite often she would see through the open door one or two of his slaves taking part in some sexual activity while waiting for him to come back to them and Tracey shuddered each time. He often joked that once one of his existing slaves was disposed of he would enslave Tracey and she knew he could but she hoped the fact that she was paying him every month would stop him doing that but she had her doubts! She shook herself out of her daydreams as she realised that Mr Chambers would have a field day with her if he walked in right now and she was standing there naked and collared! So reluctantly she tried to unlock the collar. It was no easy feat! The lock was at the back of the collar and the key was tiny and Tracey had much trouble reaching behind herself and trying to insert the key into the lock. She knew of course that slaves were not supposed to unlock their own collars and it would have been easy for someone standing behind her to do it but for Tracey doing it herself it was extremely difficult. She dropped the key three times and was starting to panic wondering if she could ever unlock it when finally she felt the key slide into the lock and she turned it a quarter of an inch and the collar sprang open. It had taken her twenty minutes to unlock it and she hoped she would get quicker with practise as that was too long! There was one more problem to overcome with her plan of masquerading as a slave, having the collar was a major boost but she still needed a ...