1. Tracey's Collar


    Date: 12/3/2014, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Slavery, Author: Katiesmith, Rating: 87.5, Source: sexstories.com

    while the girls stood, Tracey knew slaves were not allowed to sit down on public transport, she wasn't sure though if they were allowed to take public transport if they were unaccompanied. She did wonder if she might of read up on exactly what slaves were allowed to do in public but it was too late now, if she had any doubts she simply wouldn't do it! Once she had got off at the bus station in Eastfield she already knew roughly where she was going, leading away from the town centre was a path that led to a large park, at the far end of the park was a small toilet block, men and women’s and that was where she was going. Her plan was simple, once inside a toilet cubicle she was would undress and once naked she would put all her clothes into a plastic bag and tape the bag behind the water cistern. Before doing that she would take her collar out of the same bag and lock it around her neck. She would then tape the small key to the main pipe in the toilet and that would be it, she would then brazen it out and go for a walk as naked as the day she was born in public for as long as she could dare. Once she was ready she would go back to the toilet, retrieve her clothes and the key, unlock herself and get dressed and walk back outside as a free woman. What could go wrong? She had found the toilet block easily enough but she didn't like the look of it, the mens half appeared to be gleaming and clean from what she could see but the womens half was dirty and run down. Not too mention ...
    that two tramps appeared to have set up temporary home in the entrance! They were even dirtier than the toilets and Tracey had to quickly skirt past them as she entered. Picking the far cubicle she went inside it and looked around, it was disgustingly dirty but she could see it had what she wanted, an old style cistern set high up which it would be easy to hide her bag of clothes behind. As she had left she passed the sitting tramps in the doorway and to her horror one of them grabbed her ankle and cackled at her, “Hey girl are you a slave?” For a second she didn't know what to say to him, had he been reading her mind, did he know what she was planning? That was silly of course and as she tried to skae her ankle free of his grip she squealed at him that she was not a slave with as much indingation as she could muster. “We should take her down that place on West Street then, they pay money for anyone bringing new girls in.” the other tramp wheezed. “I know, I took one down there last week, I got ten quid for her.” the first tramp laughed tightening his grip on Tracey's ankle. “Well let's go then, buy some wine with that.” the second tramp said starting to get up on unsteady feet. As the first tramp started to get up himself he had to loosen his grip on Tracey and she knew it was now or never so she swiftly kicked her foot free from his grasp and ran as fast as she could away from there. She heard a few angry shouts behind her but the tramps were in no shape to run after a fit ...
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