Emily’s Birthday Present

“Tracey, Tracey, yohoo.”

Tracey knew who was trying to get her attention and for a second or two she thought about pretending she hadn’t heard them and just carry on walking down the street but with an inward sigh she knew she couldn’t do that and instead she turned and greeted Emily with a fake smile.

She was sure Emily’s smile back at her was equally false, after all they were hardly the best of friends. Emily Chambers was Tracey’s neighbour and they had gone to school together but they hardly mixed outside school and once their joint education had finished they hardly mixed at all.

Tracey always had the distinct impression that Emily was constantly looking down on her with a disdainful look, a sneer almost. She had been that way since school, Emily had been on the cheer leading squad and had dated the best looking boys at school whereas Tracey had been more scholarly and had hardly dated at all.

Not that Tracey wasn’t an attractive girl, she was in fact a bit of a stunner with shoulder length blonde hair, green eyes a nipped in waist and generous dd boobs. She had received her fair amount of attention from the boys at school and since but even though on the outside she looked like a party girl she was at heart a home girl.

She had had boyfriends before of course but none of them had lasted too long, in fact she remembered that one of the more promising boys, and certainly the best looking one, had been snatched away from her by Emily about eighteen months ago! At the time Tracey had been mad with Emily about it, especially as she had dumped the guy 3 weeks after stealing him from Tracey, and the two of them had had a big of a row about it. Another reason she was surprised to see Emily apparently all friendly and cheerful with her in the street.

The two girls gave each other a slightly awkward hug and then Emily launched into a breathless speech asking Tracey what she had been up to and jumping in with her own recent history before Tracey could get two words in.

Tracey just stood there and let Emily talk at her, after all she was sure in a few more seconds she would say how nice it had been to see her and then dash off to wherever she was going d Tracey wouldn’t see her for another six months.

That hope was short lived though as Emily suddenly asked her if she was doing anything and like a fool Tracey had replied and said no she was only window shopping.

“Oh that’s great, you can come with me then, I’m getting Simon a present for his birthday, you can help me choose.”

Emily took her hand and started leading her down the street still talking inanely about anything and everything. Tracey did think about snatching her hand back and saying she’d just thought of somewhere she had to be but instead she thought what the hell, she really wasn’t busy so why not help Emily choose a present for her brother.

As they walked Emily explained that Simon was eighteen in a few days time and she wanted to get him something special, something he would really enjoy and she gave a funny little giggle as she said it.

From past experience Tracey knew Simon was just as snobby and horrible as his big sister. She had babysat him a few times a few years earlier and even then he’d creeped her out with the way he looked at her and spoke to her. She couldn’t lay on her fingers on it but there was something about him, it was almost like he was a dirty old man in a young boys body!

As they walked Tracey realised they were slowly but surely leaving all the shops behind and she wondered where she was being led to, Emily still had a firm grip on her hand and she did feel like she was being led!

She was about to ask just that when they suddenly took a right turn and up some steps and as they entered the door Tracey saw a sign on the wall,


Eastfield Slave Centre

Slaves bought and sold.

Tracey was shocked, she had never been to a slave centre before. She knew they existed of course, she wasn’t stupid. The female slavery act making it legal to own female slaves had been bought in five years earlier and slaves were now bought and sold and owned everywhere. Tracey’s family had never owned a slave but she knew plenty of families that did, including Emily’s family she realised.

“Emily, what are we doing here!” Tracey gasped.

Emily turned to look at her and with a little giggle said,

“Getting Simon’s present silly.”

“Your buying him a slave?” Tracey asked shocked.

“Sure, it’s the perfect present for the little pervert.” she laughed, “this place usually has a good selection and not too pricey.”

Tracey looked around and saw that it was a non de script entrance lobby with a large desk to one side which Emily approached and Tracey meekly followed. She hated to admit it she was already fascinated.

Like most girls now days she had often wondered what it would like to be a slave and she had to admit she found the whole idea extremely exciting and sexually arousing. The idea that she could literally be bought and sold as nothing more than a slave, a piece of meat, to be used however her owner saw fit brought out her submissive side like no other fantasy.

She knew of course the difference between fantasy and reality was quite stark, it was one thing to wonder what it was like to be a slave girl laying in your own warm bed with your fingers busy between your legs, quite another to be chained up naked and cold in some dark cellar to be used as cruelly and pervertedly as your owner liked.

Still, the fantasies had kept her busy on many a night and she couldn’t stop a tremor of excitement coursing through her now that she was actually in a slave centre.

Emily was bent forward talking to the young man behind the desk and Tracey couldn’t hear what she was saying so instead she looked at the few posters on the wall.

Best prices paid for your unwanted pussy!
Screamed one in lurid red and,

Large selection of slaves always available.

Cheapest pussy in town.

Buy and take away today.

It was all Tracey could do to stop herself touching her own pussy as she continued to read the posters until she felt Emily touch her arm.

“Come on, we’ve got a room over here.”

Tracey didn’t know what that meant, why would they want a room?