Tracey’s Slave Contract

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Tracey had to admit, the ad had caught her eyes, more than once, the same ad had been in the papers seven days running, complete with a pic of a tastefully naked slave girl. A few of the girls at work had mentioned it a few times, mostly with giggles but Tracey wasn’t giggling about it, she found the whole idea exciting, very exciting!

So exciting in fact that a few days later she found herself dialling the number from the ad. A young sounding girl had answered the phone and happily fleshed out the details a little, Tracey would sign up as a slave for a fixed period of time. She would be housed in a large slave centre and to all extents and purposes be a slave. Then when her agreed time was up she would be released and free to carry on with her life as a free woman.

“What would I be doing at the centre?” Tracey had asked.

“Whatever the real slaves do,” the girl had giggled,” you will be collared and activated, you will do fitness routines and be appraised for potential buyers, you may be hired out if requested, basically you will be a slave and expected to act as one.”

Slavery had been legalised five years ago, well for females anyway, males could not be slaves. The female slavery act allowed any female to be converted to a slave. Once registered as a slave the girl could be bought and sold and once owned she had no rights, human or otherwise. She was basically a commodity and could be used without restriction, how her owner saw fit.

When the law had been changed the number of slaves available was quite low but now five years later slaves were everywhere. Any girl convicted of any crime was automatically reclassified as a slave, that included motoring convictions. Girls could be converted into slaves by any man who held authority over her, i.e. her father, brother or her boss. Girl could also volunteer to be converted themselves, something a lot of girls did.

Tracey was not the only girl who found the idea of being a slave more than a little exciting. Deep down though she knew that life as a slave would not be like her fantasies! The papers were always full of lurid stories and pictures of slave girls being mistreated in some way, usually the girls were naked and humiliated and the public lapped up all the stories with relish.

In fact in the paper she read with the advert in it there was a big picture on page three of a public slave auction which took part in a town square. The picture showed at least twenty completely naked girls huddled together on a raised platform while a large crowd looked on, ready to buy. The picture had excited Tracey so much she had had to play with herself for a while after, the very idea that she could be standing naked in front of an excited crowd in her own town square waiting to be bought by the highest bidder was too exciting not to play with herself!

So with all this in her mind she had rung the company and asked to be sent more details. The next day a large envelope had appeared and to Tracey’s acute embarrassment it was luridly stamped with the words Slave X, a well known slave company. Tracey lived in a shared house, she was on the ground floor with 3 other flats above her, all occupied by dirty old men and all of whom had to use the same front hallway as she did and as the envelope had been laying there all day she was sure they would of all seen it and probably had all kinds of thoughts of Tracey becoming a slave!

Indeed the perviest one of the lot, Mr Chambers, who lived on the top floor had opened his door just as she picked up the envelope and laughingly shouted down at her,

“You going to be up for sale soon Tracey? I’ll put in a bid if you are.”

and as the old man wheezed and laughed Tracey could feel her cheeks glowing red as she’d quickly picked the envelope up and dashed into her room. She knew Mr Chambers niece Emily worked at a slave processing centre although she didn’t know which one. Emily was a nasty piece of work though, Tracey had a run in with her a few weeks earlier when Tracey had gone up the Mr Chambers flat to complain the about the noisy music being played. Emily had answered the door and immediately took offence at Tracey’s meek complaint and just before she was going to slam the door in Tracey’s face her uncle had shuffled into view behind her and Tracey had heard Emily snarl,

“When are you going to let me take this bitch down to the centre and get her processed Uncle, will only take a minute and then she will be out of your way forever, unless you buy her of course.” she had laughed loudly and Tracey had seen Mr Chambers smiling behind Emily just before she did have the door slammed in her face.

God she hoped it wasn’t Slave X that Emily worked for!

The envelope contained all sorts of goodies, from various photographs of the slave centre which seemed to be very modern with gleaming white alls and floors everywhere. The leaflet proudly stated that it was one of the largest slave centres on the south coast and could comfortably house up to 2000 girls at any one time. It also pointed out that as they had such a big choice of girls any visitor could buy a slave cheaper than anywhere else,

All prices available.
Biggest choice of pussy in town.
Extra discount on multi-pussy purchases.

Tracey had read the various leaflets from front to back and was as excited as she could be! Her excitement hit the buffers temporarily when the found the leaflet detailing the prices for temporary slaves!

It was quite expensive, £100 for the one day experience, £250 for three days and £500 for the week, then it said that other time scales were available but you had to ask for prices.

Tracey wasn’t exactly rich and her job barely paid the bills but her dad had left her some money two years ago when he sadly passed away and so the cost wasn’t too much of an issue. The leaflet explained that it usually cost nothing for a girl to voluntary sign herself over to become a slave but what a temporary slave was paying for the was letter T at the end of her slave number. Once she signed up Tracey would be issued a slave number the same as any other new slave, however Tracey’s number would end in a T, and that T signified that was a temporary slave and therefore could be released back to freedom once her paid time as a slave was up.

Still excited as hell Tracey then opened the big form that came with the envelope and almost came on the spot as she realised it was a slave registration form!

With one hand between her legs and the other holding a pen it was hard to see which was working the harder as she completed the form! It was basic stuff like name and address and date of birth, National Insurance number etc. it did also ask for her bank account details and had a little question mark beside the question which said in a separate box;

“Once you are fully registered as a slave you will not be entitled to own anything. All monies held in your bank account will be transferred to the ownership of Slave X Ltd.”

Tracey wasn’t too keen on that thought but she thought what the hell it was only temporary anyway and so she filled in the required information.

It was only when she got to the bottom of the form that she realised there was no where to indicate how long she was choosing to be a slave for. In her own mind Tracey had thought about three days, a weekend so she didn’t have to take any time off work, but there was simply nowhere to indicate this. All there was at the bottom of the form was a big box for her to sign along with a disclaimer noting that once signed and the form handed in there was no going back, she was literally signing her life away!

She read the form from top to bottom but with no sign of any box to tick. The only thing she did notice the second time round was that she had to have three photographs done for the form, a front, side and back view, and she had to be naked in each one! Not only that the photos had to be done at an official site, like a post office and they had to be counter signed by someone who knew her to say it was a true likeness.

She knew she had no choice but to do this, the only problem was who to sign the photos. Anyone from her family and friend was a complete non starter, she would die of embarrassment if she had to explain to them why she was asking them to sign naked photos of her! Likewise with anyone at work!

The more she thought about it the more obvious the answer was, she was going to have to ask Mr Chambers. He already had an inkling what she was up to as he’d seen the envelope with Slave X plastered all over it. His horrible niece worked at a slave processing centre and had no doubt filled him in on the grisly details of what went on in there. And to cap it all she knew he would jump at the chance to see naked photos of her. Yes it was going to be embarrassing but at least she already knew he was a dirty old man, letting family, friends and work colleagues see the photos would be even more embarrassing!

So just a few hours after the embarrassment of his lewd comments on seeing her pick up the envelope she found herself knocking on his door. He invited her in and she nervously explained the reason for her visit, would he be prepared to sign her photos once she’d had them done.

Needless to say he was full of enthusiasm for the task and before Tracey knew it she had agreed to visit the post office with him to have the photos taken! This hadn’t been her plan but she was so embarrassed by the whole thing she found herself agreeing to everything the old letch said.

“You know I’ve always thought you would me a good slave Tracey, with that body of yours and your pretty face men could have a lot of fun with a slave girl like you.” he had laughed, “it’s just a pity you will probably be out of my price range when they put you on the auction block.”

Tracey thought it wasn’t a pity at all! And anyway she wasn’t going on the auction block, they didn’t sell temporary slaves, for obvious reasons, she thought to herself. For some reason though she had never mentioned that she was only going to be a temporary slave, he obviously thought she was going to be a permanent slave and Tracey thought it might be more embarrassing by admiring she was only playing out a fantasy of hers rather than doing the real thing so she kept quiet. Just giggling when he mentioned her being out of his price rang.

“I’m sure they do some good deals down the auction room.”

“Oh yes they do, “ he laughed, “If you wait till the second half of the auction they are practically giving the pussy away,” he laughed, “ a friend of mine bought three good looking girls for a tenner last week, he’s still having fun with them now,” he laughed, “but I’m sure a good looking young girl like you will be auctioned off pretty early for a good price.”

“Well we will see, maybe you should have a word with the auctioneer and ask him to put me to the back of the queue.” she giggled wondering why she was suggesting it!

“Actually that’s not a bad idea, I’m sure Emily knows most of the guys down at the auction house, I’m sure she could arrange that for me.” he laughed, “ I could probably buy you for a fiver if she pulls some strings.”

Tracey’s heart sank, why had she continued this chat, she was sure Emily probably would pull some strings for him!

Tracey hadn’t actually thought of being auctioned, she knew they didn’t auction off temporary slaves but what if a mistake was made and she ended up on the block anyway, would that be exciting, she knew that it would, maybe not though if she knew her eventual owner would be Mr Chambers!

“Have you still got that money your dad left you?” he suddenly asked and confused by the change of conversation she had answered yes.

“Good, I could buy you dirt cheap and then get half your assets and I know you’ve got a few thousand from your dad, this will be a good deal, prime pussy to play with and a bag full of money to.” he laughed loudly.