Tracey's Collar - Sex Stories

Tracey's Collar

... barcode! All slaves were barcoded on their right hip. It was a slightly outdated method of identification now as it was originally meant to make it easy to scan a girls details and to mark her as a slave. Nowadays the collars did all that anyway but the law stating that a slave had to be barcoded still applied. Luckily for Tracey it was not an insurmountable problem, she could buy a temporary barcode tattoo. Lots of shops sold them and you basically wet them onto your hip peeled off the transfer and hey presto you were barcoded. They only lasted three days or so and of course if anyone tried to scan it it wouldn't work but as most people scanned a slaves collar rather than the barcode it was a fun accessory for girls to wear to parties etc. Knowing that she was still dripping her wetness down her thighs Tracey hurriedly got dressed and left her house bound for the shop on the corner of the street. It was only a small shop and Tracey did not like the owner, an older Asian man called Ali who almost looked like a copy of Mr Chambers! He had Mr Chambers manners as well and had more than once joked to Tracey about enslaving her. Her luck was in today as the shop was being manned by one of his slaves, who of course was standing behind the counter completely naked apart from her collar which Tracey quickly saw was not as nice as her own! Not seeing what she wanted she asked the slave if they had any of the transfers and the girl had said they didn't do them any more as they had a ...

... permanent laser gun to do the bar codes now! “So the barcode will be permanent then?” she asked. “Well yes, you'd be registered and everything, it only takes a minute, just give me your details and I can get you barcoded and on the registry in a few seconds.” the girl had smiled. Although Tracey was so turned on still it sounded like a tempting offer she managed to resist and as she turned to leave the slave called after her, “Wait a second, I might have a packet of transfers under here somewhere.” and Tracey saw her duck under the counter before she emerged a few seconds later triumphantly holding up a packet of the barcode transfers. “You realise these are just dummy ones though, you won't be properly coded or registered don't you?” “Yes that's fine thanks”. Tracey said excitedly almost snatching the packet out of the girls hand. “Well come back any time, I'll do it properly for you any time.” the girl smiled as Tracey almost ran out of the shop. Back home she again stripped naked and read the instructions on the packet avidly before following it's easy instructions and a minute or so later she had a realistic looking barcode on her right hip. She knew it was a fake of course but nobody else would, it looked as real as a real one, she just had to make sure nobody tried to scan it! Unable to resist you picked up the collar again and locked it around her neck. This time when she looked at herself in the mirror she almost feinted with excitement, there she was, a naked slave ...