Tracey did witness it ironic that the way she was escaping becoming a slave herself was to work for the largest provider of slaves and slave equipment in the country helping to develop new direction of making it easier to subjugate women.

Luckily she was born brainy and had secured a job in the labs of Slave-X two years ago. She was 20 three now and the striver age was eighteen to thirty and as she was a busty pretty blonde she knew she was prime slave stuff and if she did n't bear this job that 's probably what she would be by now.

The female slavery Act had been made law five years earlier and was now big business with around fifty percent of the female population of break one's back age legally registered as slaves and the authorities was always trying to increase that number.

female thrall was big byplay simply because it played into every mankind phantasy of owning a beautiful girl, being her Master and literally doing whatever he wanted to her. A slave was a person with no man rights and if you wanted to sexually rack her to death who cared, that was your right wing, the police certainly weren't concern. What you did with your property was your business.

Of course most men bought a girlfriend for sex, simple as that, some were bought to process but by far the bulk were sex plaything. They were cheap and disposable and plentiful. A newly registered hard worker was sold off at public auction sale twice a week down the hard worker processing centres all over townspeople. Once she was bought from auction sale though she could be bought and sold many times over privately very much like a car only much cheaper.

As the numeral of hard worker increased the damage fell and an average looking slave could be yours for a tenner nowdays, the prettier ace a few pounds more. That 's why the government was always trying to increase the figure of hard worker for cut-rate sale, falling damage meant modest tax income so try to compensate by selling more miss. It was full concern sense. There were rumours that bondage would be compulsory for all girls at some stage in the time to come and Tracey did n't doubt it.

She had mixed feelings about that, why should half the commonwealth 's population become the other half's plaything but on the early hired hand she had to admit the idea of becoming a slave herself was exciting. She knew it should n't be and it would probably turn out to be a atrocious macrocosm in realness but in truth she did n't suffer much experience with men and the thought of being a mans sexual plaything did make her pussy wet every fourth dimension she thought about it !

Her job currently involved working in the company labs wearing a egg white coat and working on a new devoicer spray the company was developing. It was actually being problematic, the nebuliser they were testing either devoiced the psychometric test girl for four hour or permanently. Being devoiced permanently was n't a problem, some owners liked the idea of that, but four arcminute was much too short to temporarily devoice them. Some owners liked to hear their female child howler when they hurt them etc. and so did not want them devoiced permanently but they wouldn't want to spray her every four minutes either. So she was currently working on how to lead the devoicer spray to longer than four minutes but not build it permanent. She was n't having much luck at the moment and she knew her manlike bosses were starting to ask interrogative sentence, the imperativeness was mounting !

As part of her job she needed a changeless supply of girls to test the nebuliser on. The company had reached a deal with a local anesthetic slave nitty-gritty where their stock could be used as psychometric test subjects and then returned to the sum, devoiced or not.

The one proviso was that Tracey had to go down to the centre to compile the girls. It was only a few one hundred pace away and Tracey made the tripper twice a week returning with a dozen naked girls each fourth dimension.

A girl could n't own another girl so Tracey was an unusual sight with her troupe of slaves behind her and she often felt uncomfortable about it, especially the female child nakedness. Slaves were always kept naked, a power matter for their owner and a way of showing off their appealingness to a view proprietor. It was also a way of determining if she was a slave, if the fille was naked in a world situation she was a slave, simple as that.

It was now bromide to see bare girls in public, indeed you only had to go to the shopping plaza on a Sat and it would be full phase of the moon of nude lady friend as proprietor walked their slave around showing them off. It was still an unusual sight though to see a fully clothed girl like Tracey leading a dozen naked female child back to the lab.

Of course of action the visit to the slave heart was an ordeal for Tracey anyway. She was often made to wait for her monastic order of little girl and waiting by yourself in a slave inwardness was an embarrassing metre. She was fascinated by what was going on around her as she waited, female child being bought in, stripped raw and entered onto a computer.

To suit a slave a lady friend could either volunteer herself and demo herself at a hard worker processing centre or she could be registered against her will by any man who knew her. Fathers, brothers, uncles, bosses etc. literally any male who knew her name. She had often seen girls bought into the nerve center while she waited, crying and begging the man with them not to do it but to no help, she was quickly registered as a striver and carted off to the auction pens awaiting sales event. On the other hand she had seen plenty of girls volunteering themselves to be registered and seemingly glad and excited at the vista of thrall. It was a busy place !

On more than one occasion she 'd been asked what she was doing while she waited and whether or not she was there to volunteer. The whole thing was incredibly exciting to Tracey and the young lady who asked her appear to peck up on her submissiveness and tried to push her into registering. There was even one memorable prison term when she was standing waiting and one of the female employees started teasing her about volunteering herself when a man who had been listening came over and interrupted,

"I 'll register her if she doesn't do it."

Even the employee was surprised for a second but then giggled,

"Of course Sir, lets get her on the books."

Both of them were practically rubbing their hands in anticipation but at just that moment her slaves arrived and she was allowed to walk out with them still a dislodge girl but she knew it would throw been a different story if the girls had arrived 5 minutes later !

The construction she worked in was a huge modern facility with all mod inmate one of which was a gym on the tenth part level. The party employed around 1000 hoi polloi, 70 % of which were female. Of those 700 women probably 80 % were slave and of those free women probably only 20 of them used the gym on a regular base. The slave used it constantly, it was compulsory for them, all the sentence the company owned them it wanted it 's slaves to be fit and level-headed and wo betide any girlfriend who put weight on.

Because of this the gym was usually full-of-the-moon of slaves and they worked out hard. Not that they had any choice, over watching them at all times were a serial of men who pushed them to run out even harder. Tracey did go to the gym herself, a free young lady in there was slightly unusual but it was a gratis gym so why not. She kinda liked it that the salve girls around her knead hard, it spurred her on. Of path the slave girls were all naked all the time and whereas Tracey wore pattern gym gear. She often found herself staring at a fountainhead rounded naked bottom opposite word or a start pussy and was often embarrassed when person saw her looking.

As mentioned there was always a man or two in the gym working the girls hard and they were often surprised to see a clad lady friend in with them, some were even resentful and tempestuous as if she had no right to be there but Tracey ignored their stares and go on with working out. It was quite a thrill she had to admit being surrounded by naked buckle down girls and when she joined their aerobic classes she knew her pussy was wet as she struggled to keep up with the hard worker as the men taking the class shouted statement at the class.

Of course the one area that caused most problems was the showers, she had to unclothe au naturel with the other missy and mix in with them. They were receptive showers, gang shower bath I believe they are called, a row of eight shower pass in a row and usually anything up to twenty missy under them all squeezed together washing themselves. Up to now Tracey was distinguishable as a liberal girl simply because she was wearing clothes. Now she was just another raw twat just like all the others and she was easily confusable as a slave.

There was usually a man or two in the rain shower room with them keeping an eye on them to make surely they did n't dawdle. Usually they had seen Tracey taking her gym kit off before she entered the shower and knew her status but occasionally a man would come in five hour later and all he saw was a hatful of bare slave washing themselves, Tracey was just another one to him and that idea turned her on enormously.

She was often shouted at with the other girlfriend and the water turned to cold quite often with comments like,

"We are not wasting hot pee on your cunts."thrown around.

She always received a puzzled feel or comment when she got out of the shower, dried herself and got dressed, her true status being revealed. She did love those moments though in the shower when to all extents and purposes she was just another striver. The risk that one day a man would not let her get dressed and be angry at her deception was always there but she loved the risk.

So her life continued, she worked ten hour a day at the lab and she knew sentence was running out on her current labor. The company was demanding not only a perm devoicer atomiser but also a irregular one, one that lasted longer than4 minutes, more like an hour. No issue how hard she worked though she could n't seem to crack the four mo mark. Even her male colleagues used to joke with her that slavedom was just around the recession for her if she could n't break through it and she knew they were probably right-hand !

She thought that moment had come one day when she was summoned into the managing director office. She had to stand in front of his desk, nous bowed, while he shouted at her but instead of slavedom he told her they were giving her a little more meter and that from that night she would be allowed to take a slave home with her so that she could continue with her work there. Tracey was in two minds regarding this, her menage was a bantam one bedchamber flat, a bit of a hole to be good but it was all she could afford, daughter pay had been cut dramatically since the slavery act had been brought in. She also did n't intend she could do much real work there, after all she had no equipment at home plate.

She also did n't know how she would get on with a naked slave in her matted, being in such law of proximity with one, she was n't a autocratic girl and having another girl there could be intimating. On the former helping hand she wasn't being made a buckle down herself, well not yet anyway, so she left the power all thankful thanking the man profusely for his understanding and patience.

An hour later she was stood in front line of a nude twelve slaves all looking at her puzzled and heavy. In the end she picked a pretty blond with big boobs called Emily to fill home. She realised after that she had probably picked her because they looked alike, they could almost be sisters.

From the start Emily proved to be a problem for Tracey though. Her categorical really was tiny and she found it intimating and overbearing with the raw lady friend there. Her nudeness intimated Tracey and Emily seemed to take in this and played to it. Despite the fact that she was a slave Emily had a haughty air about her, a superior way and Tracey found herself feeling more and more submissive to her.

The first night Tracey had thought long and hard about where Emily should catch some Z's and in the end decided that the pes of her bed was the good space. She could sleep horizontally across the bottom of the bed while Tracey would try not to poke her with her pes. Again it was embarrassing having a nude miss laying at your feet but she did eventually fall asleep only to wake when the alarm went off to incur that Emily was now in the bed with her, snuggled up close ! A new Wave of embarrassment hit her as she felt Emily 's defenseless knocker against her back and she almost jumped out of bed and ordered Emily to take a crap them both breakfast while she showered.

Tracey was not bi, she could find other girls cute and sexy but she had no desire to catch some Z's with them in that way. She knew that as a knuckle down Emily would of quite happily spent hr with her head between Tracey 's legs eating her own exceptional sort of breakfast and Tracey would no question of enjoyed it but Emily was here to be a test issue, simple as that and any intimate biz were completely off the agenda.

She did suffer to stay fresh telling herself that though as she found herself admiring Emily 's well rounded labored breasts and shapely bottom more and more often over the following few days. Clarence Shepard Day Jr. in which Emily wheedled herself into Tracey 's life story deeper and deeper.

The real mental testing of the nebuliser took piazza an hr or so every night soon after Tracey got home from work. They were a waste of time as she feared, after all once it wore off after the common four minutes what was she supposed to do, she was in a minuscule flat, not a lab. She found herself spending virtually Night just chatting to Emily much as she would a friend rather than a mistress and slave relationship.

Emily was by now openly sleep with her in her bed, getting in when Tracey did and wrapping her arms around her and snuggling up tight. Something Tracey found endearing. Tracey slept naked so both girls were naked in the bed together, although there was still null overtly sexual between them Tracey had to admit liking the fact the she was naked in bed with another girl.

Then one day after Emily had been there a week Tracey was making tea for both of them and realised she did n't cause any milk. Cursing she quickly handed Emily a one pound coin and told her to run to the corner shop class and buy some milk. Now normally a slave would do as she was told without a here and now hesitation but Emily moaned about how frigidness and dark it was outside etc. For a minute Tracey almost took the money back off her and was preparing to go herself when she suddenly realised Emily 's status in spirit and insisted she went and did the errand which with a scowl on her face Emily eventually did.

While she was out Tracey sat in front of her boob tube and thought about what she had just done, sent a pretty girl out in the dark naked and unprotected. She was damn for certain she herself would n't of walked to the store without a stitch on !

Ten minutes later Emily was back clutching the Milk and shivering with the cold. Tracey knew she was making a big deal of it all but she did say,

"It must be eldritch walking around in public with zilch on."

Emily looked at her and shrugged,

"You get used to it, all slaves are naked, we do n't have a choice."

"Yes I know but I do n't think I could do it, walking around naked where people could see me."Tracey giggled nervously.

"I bet you could,"Emily grinned,"you 've got a lovely body, you should show it off more."

Tracey blushed a deep red which Emily noticed and grinned slyly at but nothing more was said that night.

The following morning was a Saturday and Tracey was having a lay in, Emily was already up doing some cleaning in the nude as usual when all of a sudden the door campana rang. Tracey instinctively groaned and buried her head under the duvet, it was too early for visitor on a Saturday. She was dimly cognisant that Emily had answered the room access and was happily chatting to whoever it was. She was hoping Emily would get rid of them but she suddenly came bustling into the bedroom and hissed that it was the paper boy and he wanted some money to pay his bill.

Tracey groaned and quickly pulled the eiderdown off her and got out of bed and ran over to the side instrument panel where she kept her purse. The solitary matter she had in there was a ten Irish pound note so she quickly handed it to Emily and told her to devote it to him.

"You go and give it to him yourself, he 's in the couch, remember what I said about showing yourself off more, now is a good time."she grinned naughtily at Tracey who was in no mood to be told what to do by some uppity slave but on the other helping hand the boy was waiting and the theme was deliciously naughty.

"Fine."Tracey snapped wondering if she was really going to do this, the paper boy knew her by sight and would automatically consider she was now a slave but raising all her courage and wishing she had time to bet in a mirror first she stepped out of the sleeping accommodation and into the lounge.

To say the boy looked startled would be an understatement and his middle nearly popped out of his head when he saw the austere raw Tracey facing him and she was sure she was suddenly going to recede her courage and make a thunderbolt for it but Emily came up behind her blocking her leak path back to the bedroom.

"I only have this."she said handing the boy the tenner and she laughed amused as he took it off her and started rummaging around for change to give her obviously flustered by her nudity so blatantly displayed to him.

Tracey for her part was still embarrassed by the all thing but she was also excited and she knew her snatch was mute. The boy eventually handed her the change and as Emily slunk fully into the room so that he now had two naked female child to appear at he nervously said,

"Where is your two girls proprietor then ?"

A sudden spasm of excitement shot through Tracey at the idea of the fact that he obviously thought of her as a slave with an owner.

"He 's out right now but wo n't be long."Emily said,"do you need to wait for him ?"

"He should get it on better than to allow for two daughter like you two unattended, or at least chain of mountains you up or something, it 's not right that you are left justify to wander around the house."

His words excited Tracey no end, it was extortionate that a boy as immature as him thought the way that he did but a turn on as well and she found herself meekly standing in front of him nodding her head with Emily at the hypnotism that they should be chained up.

With a final look at their debunk bodies he left and Tracey immediately turned on Emily.

"How daring you make me expose myself like that."she snapped.

"brand you ? You wanted to render yourself off, you loved it."Emily snapped back draining about of the ira from Tracey as she knew the slave was right.

"He thinks I 'm a slave now."she said with lots weaker anger than before.

"So what if he does, he 's only the paper boy."Emily retorted and all the anger left Tracey and she giggled,

"Did you see his eyes bulging ?"

"He could n't aim his oculus off you, I told you you had a great body."Emily laughed and Tracey suddenly realised she was still naked and quickly walked to the sleeping room to get dressed. Emily followed her and watched as Tracey covered herself up sighing philosophically as Tracey was fully dressed.

"It really is a pity to cover yourself up like that, you should get naked more often, who cares if people see you."

"I do n't think so, I 've done my showing off thank you, I wont be doing any more."Tracey replied.

"We 'll see"Emily grinned enigmatically.

Tracey would like to say she resisted but it did happen again of grade and only a day or two later with more serious consequences. This time it was the windowpane dry cleaner that came for his money and once again Emily showed him into the vapid and more or less pushed the defenseless Tracey out to look him. This time though it was n't an embarrassed shy boy she was showing off to but a grownup man who liked what he saw and decided to accept some fun with it !

Once she had shown herself naked to the man, an fleshy letch that Tracey had always tried to avoid previously, she could n't refuse him anything, after all she was a slave in his eyes and within a hour she was knelt in front of him sucking his smelly dick for all she was worth. She would n't say she enjoyed the real act but she loved the abasement of it especially as the real slave, Emily, was standing beside her smile as she watched. It got even speculative though because once the man had shot his lode down Tracey's throat he decided he wanted some cunt and five minutes later he was deep inside Tracey pounding away and as a delighted Emily squealed,

"Fuck the kick, fuck her severe, use that cunt"and words to that effect.

Now Tracey's experience of sex had been fairly limited over the years, sure as shooting she 'd had some fumblings but generally her work had been her lover so it was an eye opener to receive herself being fucked, especially as he was heeding Emily 's advice and trying to do it as hard as possible !

She was almost disappointed when he came deep inside her and she moaned when he withdrew from her and repulsed when he proceeded to wipe the remnants of his cum in her haircloth and wiped his cock clean with it.

"Well that 's a full dawn work, the flier paid and some free cunt."he laughed as he stood looking down at the nude Tracey at his feet.

Neither fille said anything although Emily giggled.

"I 'll be back next workweek for some more that 's for sure."he sneered and left after giving Tracey a quick kick in the side which really hurt.

Tracey spent the next day wondering how she felt about everything. The window cleaner was a man she had seen around and address to once or twice but she would n't of looked at him twice normally and yet she 'd paraded naked in movement of him, sucked him off and let him fuck her ! division of her was ashamed at her doings and yet another part had been so excited it had overruled the ashamed part and enjoyed it all.

She was also embarrassed by Emily 's voice in it all, although she had n't needed much pushing it was Emily who had pushed her and her who had been encouraging the man to use her hard. Emily seemed to be the driving force out and now two multitude thought she was a slave, two citizenry who knew where she lived !

This was threatening to get out of hand and yet why did she hope that Emily might press her into something else soon !

The Yule party was coming up soon. With no partner to drive she was n't looking forward to it. Nevertheless she was shake one Nox to come home from workplace clutching her new company frock and she made a big fuss about putting it on and admiring herself in the sleeping room mirror. Emily was there helping her and she smiled as she admired Tracey,

"You look so pretty ma'am I wish I could try on a new garb just once more."she said wistfully.

Tracey looked at her sad font and then laughed,

"I do n't see why not, after all it 's just us two here."

Emily squealed in delight and for the next hour the two of them had a whale of a sentence trying on dissimilar outfit. Emily had been a slave for eight month and in that time had never been allowed to wear anything at all and now she was loving it and feeling like a small girl as she tried the turnout on. Tracey was enjoying having girly fun as well and both miss were giggling and laughing. Tracey never was sure if it was by accident or conception but when they finished their little biz of dress up Emily was fully dressed and Tracey was naked. She gave a nervous laugh and commented on the function reversal and said if someone knocked on the door now they would intend that Tracey was the hard worker and Emily the mistress.

"Oh that would be fun would n't it."Emily giggled and Tracey giggled with her although she had her doubts about how much fun it would be.

"We should visit for a pizza and let the pizza guy see us."

"Oh I 'm not so indisputable about that."Tracey squeaked feeling very timid but knowing her pussy was moistening at the prospect.

"Oh do n't be so silly, you did n't plain before when you showed yourself off, you loved it."Emily laughed picking up the phone.

Tracey knew that she should be stopping her but instead she stood by as Emily ordered a pizza pie and gave their name and address out.

"rightfield it 's on it 's way, let 's trust it 's a guy delivering it,"she said hanging up the phone, If he asks your the slave and I 'm your mistress while my husband is away OK."

Tracey nodded her chief and got a"Good Girl"back from Emily which for some silly rationality turned her on even more. She knew she should n't be allowing this, to many the great unwashed were starting to call back of her as a slave. She had looked up the penalty for impersonating a slave the former day and it was either life in prison house or being registered as a slave for the repose of your life, serious stuff !

She sat nervously awaiting the pizza while Emily on the other mitt kept admiring her dressed self in the mirror excitedly. Finally the doorbell rang and as directed Tracey went and opened it with the usual feelings of embarrassment and excitement in equal measure. Standing there holding a pizza box was a pimply spring chicken who 's spotty font broke into a widely grin once he saw the defenseless Tracey standing in the doorway. She invited him in and he was happy to come after, his grinning faltering slightly as he saw the clothed Emily standing there.

He rather unneeded announced he had their pizza and laid the box on the coffee board in front of him while Emily picked up Tracey 's pocketbook and started rummaging through it. The guys eye hardly left Tracey 's body as she did so and Tracey had to accommodate being creeped out by the guy, even more then paper boy and window cleaner.

Emily seemed to be taking ages to find out any money and probably to break the ice more than anything the younker said.

"Is she yours ?"Nodding at Tracey.

"Well my hubby but I 'm looking after her while he 's away."Emily laughed casually.

"wellspring she 's a nice one, is she for sale ?"he asked casually.

Tracey stiffened, this was n't part of the spate !

"Well your right she is a good one but distinctive married man he never completed her registration before he went away, he will do it following week when he gets back."Emily giggled hardly fazed at the question.

"Oh that 's not a problem, I have an App on my earphone that lets you cross-file new girls, it 's all very prompt and easy."he grinned as he fished for his phone.

Tracey was now seriously alarmed, what was she to do, she was impersonating being a striver right now and she knew the penalties for that.

"Really ? What will they think of next."Emily giggled.

"Oh yes, it 's dead easy, I 've used it to read a few girls already and sold them on, made a few wad too,"he laughed,"the girls weren't too happy but who cares, this one will sell easily as well, I 'll lay down you a good offer for her."he grinned.

Tracey looked at Emily with a worried tone on her face but Emily pointedly ignored her and instead grinned,

"How about £50 ?"

"That 's a bit steep, she 's commodity but not that trade good, how about £25."he replied casually.

"£30 but only if you register her first."Emily came back with and to Tracey 's dismay she saw the man nod his head and he shook mitt with Emily before holding his earphone up.

"What 's her good name and date of giving birth ?"he asked.

She had only say Emily her date of birth yesterday in groundless New World chat and now Emily reeled it off for the man without a care in the world and the man entered it into his phone.

"I need her NI number as well, there 's too many Smith 's on the data base."he shrugged and Tracey 's hope soared as she knew Emily would n't cognize that. She did n't know it herself but she knew it was on her payslips neatly tucked into her underclothing drawer in her bedroom.

"I do n't know that right now, is it really necessary ?"Emily replied knowing the answer already.

"I 'm afraid so, this things good but when it hits a David Roland Smith or Jones it needs more info to get working."he shrugged.

"Well it looks like the mess off then."Emily said dejectedly, completely the reverse to Tracey 's mood.

After paying for the pizza he left and Tracey tore into Emily who for her division excused it all as a joke. Then she dropped a turkey shell,

"I could of sold you anyway if I wanted to, I know where you keep your pay faux pas do n't you worry,"

All of a sudden Tracey 's ira drained from her and she was once again excited, she could have been sold to the pizza man, how exciting was that. He no doubt would make had his fun with her and then sold her on, God knows where she would of ended up.

"I should publish the number down for next time and get you off my handwriting for good."Emily snapped.

Crazily Tracey found herself apologizing for being tempestuous and desperately trying to assuage the slave. It was all mad, she was apologizing for almost being sold by her own striver !

It seemed to work though and soon Emily was calm again and Tracey was back to thinking how exciting it had been standing naked in front of the pizza pie guy being sold as if she was a piece of stock which she knew of course of action that female child increasingly were.

liveliness carried on over the following few Clarence Day, work continued to be as annoying as ever and as far as she knew the bosses had even forgotten that she had Emily at home, certainly null was ever mentioned of it. It was loudly announced on the stave noticeboard that eighty percentage of the ship's company's female person faculty were now slaves with a bluff big varsity letter statement,

Come on guy rope, let 's try and make it 100 % by Xmas

Yuletide was three months away and Tracey wondered what the free girls working for the company idea of that, including her. The futurity looked stark !

Emily was basically sitting at home while Tracey worked, she now had full entree to Tracey 's wardrobe and spent more and More clip dressed in Tracey 's clothes. She had even gleefully told Tracey one night that she had gone down the shops that day dressed in one of Tracey 's dresses. In a way that did n't particularly get at Tracey but what Emily said adjacent certainly did annoy her.

"Oh I bumped into the neighbor Mrs chamber as well, had a good old chat,"she laughed,"God that cleaning woman can gossip for England, a right nosey Dorothy Parker as well, apparently she 'd get word there were two slaves living in your house now, no I told her, only one slave."

Tracey was startled as Emily was dressed when Mrs Chambers saw her she would assume that Tracey was the slave and Mrs Chambers was well known for being the biggest chitchat in town, she could n't control her ira and blurted out,

"You stupid girl, she will retrieve I 'm the slave then."

for a second Emily just grinned and then giggled,

"Oh yes your right, well you 'd better bring along then, you know the penalisation for pretending to be a slave and she said she was going to tell everyone she knew, she said it was about prison term individual put you in your place."

Tracey had fallen out with Mrs Chambers recently over something petit larceny and she knew that was the sort of matter she would say and she probably would tell everyone she knew, which was a lot of people, this was getting out of hand, she 'd flashed the paper boy, been fucked by the window cleaner and nearly sold to the pizza pie guy and now her gossipy old neighbour thought she was a slave !

"Oh and she 's invited me to a party she 's having at her place Sat nighttime, you do n't mind if I go do you ?"Emily smiled sweetly,"apparently practically the entirely neighbour cowling is going, well the of import ones anyway, give me a chance to meet everyone and get to bed them, have a good chat."

Tracey was shocked, she 'd never been invited to one of Mrs Chambers parties before, what would Emily chew the fat to these people about, she was only a slave after all although Mrs Chambers did n't know that !

"Of course you go, have fun."she managed to blurt out seeing Emily 's questioning look.

"Oh not bad, I haven't been to a company for ages."Emily squealed excitedly.

Of trend you have n't your a slave. Tracey thought silently.

"I would contract you but it could be dangerous for you, near of the guests already think your a slave and they all will by the end of the night, and well you know what some men are liable to do with slave girls."she shrugged her shoulder smiling.

Tracey hated the way Emily was smiling at her, all patronising and insincere but not being able to retrieve of some witty comeback she smiled as well and simply said thanks and then got on with cooking the dinner, another of Emilys job that she somehow found herself doing nowdays.

Saturday came and she found herself officious doing Emily 's hair and make up for her. She must let in she did bet stunning when she finally left for the party and despite herself she could n't go to bed until Emily got home. When she did stumble through the door Tracey noticed that it was gone 2a.m and that Emily was drunk, very drunk. She seemed to have got had a good time though and between the drunken giggles she managed to get out of her that she 'd like everyone and they had liked her.

"Everyone seemed to like you too though,"she slurred,"All the men seemed to fuck you, a few called you that big titted bimbo,"she giggled,"they 're all glad your a striver now, some of them said they might occur round soon and have some fun with you if that was alright by me, I said of track it was."she laughed sleepily.

"But I 'm not a slave."she pointed out.

"Oh well I told everyone at the party you were and you 'd never guess who was there, that prissy theme boy, he was someone's son or something and he backed me up, so you may as well be a slave."she said dismissively, her eyes almost closed.

Tracey knew Emily was right, with the theme boy there to second her story up what chance did she suffer, she would definitely stimulate to lay low for a while !

Emily had other plans for her of course of study and they started the side by side good morning. Both girls were still naked in bed when the unmistakeable noise of the ice cream van came down the road, it 's merry jingle blasting them both awake. Emily moaned, her sore head obviously upset by the noise, and blinking herself awake she pulled the duvet off them both and slapped Tracey 's peril rear,

"cum on lazy osseous tissue, get up and go and get me an ice cream, I really fondness one."

The harsh slap had jolted Tracey awake even if the vans jingle had n't and she wearily got out of the bed and reached for her dressing surgical gown but before she had a chance to put it on Emily, who had been watching her, merrily said,

"Oh no you do n't princess, it 's about prison term you showed yourself off outside."

Tracey stood beside the bed in shock looking down at her, surely she was joking, she could n't imagine walking out of the flat into the public street without a stitch on !

"But they will intend I 'm a slave."she protested waving her arms around to symbolise everyone.

"They already do after death night, I made sure of that, now get your naked backside out there and get me an ice cream, anyway I bet everyone out there has seen a au naturel slave daughter before."

A large component part of Tracey hated Emily right now but a heavy percentage knew that she was right, although undoubtedly a huge stride for her she would be just another naked slave young woman outside. Could she do it though, her head shouted no but her pussy call yes with an equally loud voice.

"Go on then, what are you waiting for."Emily prompted from the bed and and taking a thick breather she abandoned her reach for her night-robe and grabbed her pocketbook instead and strode out of the bedroom without a backwards glance, reached the front doorway, hesitated, and then turned the door thickening and opened it and walked out into the gay outside without a stitch on.

Blinking in the brilliant sun she saw that the van had parked one one hundred yards away and it already had a belittled crowd of delirious tiddler around it with their slightly less sex parents standing a few metrical foot back watching.

Not believing she was doing this she walked briskly towards the van hideously embarrassed and incredibly excited in equal metre. To her it seemed like every duad of middle in the neck of the woods were on her naked body as she crossed the street and joined the waiting line at the van. Although she was the exclusively adult in the waiting line and certainly the solitary stark naked one in the surface area there were plenty of rise ups admiring her as she waited.

To make her trial by ordeal worse the waiting line was moving very slowly and she had to stand there for all to see for some meter and then it happened,

"Hello Tracey, so the stories are true."she heard a woman's voice say and she looked to her right and saw Judy Jones standing a few feet away and smiling at her. She was a woman she did n't really know but exchanged pleasantries with when they saw each other, a pretty middled aged adult female above thralldom age who always had an annoying habit of making Tracey tactile property like she was looking down on her. She was probably at the party lastly night and had heard the fib and now the evidence was standing in front of her.

Tracey did n't really reply, just smiled and kept her drumhead bowed looking at the land which had suddenly become very interesting.

"I 've always thought you 'd ready efflorescence knuckle down fabric what with that cute body of yours, I can see why some of the men last night were talking about paying you a visit now."she laughed blatantly looking Tracey up and down. Tracey felt like she had to say something but all she could manage was,

"Thank you."

"Oh don't thank me, thank the men after they have finished with you although from the way they were talking there wo n't be much left of you to do that."she laughed gaily as if she was discussing the weather,"indeed Frank Roberts said he was going to wee-wee those large breasts of yours into purses, wo n't that be fun."she giggled.

"Wo n't that be fun !"having her tits cut off and turned into a handbag, that did n't seem like fun to Tracey. Still staring at the ground she did n't say a word though and Judy said,

"I 'm going to form a few phone calls to tell everyone it 's all true and then you can await a sojourn Missy."she laughed and turned and started walking away holding her telephone set to her ear but before she did Tracey was aware that she was taking a few exposure of her. Great now there were photos of her defenseless in public, grounds that she was pretending to be a slave !

She was brought back to the present by reaching the battlefront of the queue and the ice ointment man leering at her and asking what she wanted. She suddenly realised that she did n't have a clew and just said the first thing that came into her mind, a unsubdivided ice emollient strobile. Taking it from the man she quickly crossed the route just wanting to get back indoors as spry as potential and she breathed a Brobdingnagian sigh or relievo when the door shut behind her.

Emily was up now and to rub Strategic Arms Limitation Talks into the injury was wearing Tracey 's dressing gown ! Tracey explained what had happened and to her bother Emily seemed to observe it all very laughable and then started rummaging in Tracey 's underwear drawer before triumphantly pulling out one of Tracey 's pay slips and started to copy something down onto a piece of paper.

"What are you doing ?"Tracey asked surprised.

"Just writing your National Insurance telephone number down and then I 'm going to call that skillful pizza pie man back and see if he still wants to buy you, I may as well get some money for you while I still can."Emily laughed and all Tracey could do was clobber her ice emollient and wait .