Tricked Tracey

“Don’t be so silly Emily, I’d never pass as a slave!” Tracey squealed with laughter as her two friends smiled back at her.

“Well not as you are now silly, we’d have to do some work on you but ultimately all girls can be slaves Tracey, regardless of their upbringing.” Emily replied.

“Well yes I know and I agree the idea is intriguing but everybody in town knows I’m Tracey Smith, most certainly not a slave girl.” Tracey replied with a snort of laughter.

“Well maybe not everyone,”Ashley piped up,”There is that new girl in town, she’s bought the old Harris place and moved in last week, rumours are she’s a frightful girl, new money but lot’s of it.”

“Yes she would be perfect,”Emily giggled,” She doesn’t know you and I’ve heard that she’s having a big party at the house next week to introduce herself to all the important townsfolk, I’m sure myself and Ashley will be invited, you too Tracey but wouldn’t it be fun if we bought you along as our slave girl instead.”

Tracey looked at the two of them with wide eyes, the idea was as preposterous now as it had been an hour ago when the subject was bought up, but now they seemed to have a firmer idea and instead of just a fanciful whimsy an actual plan was forming, and Tracey couldn’t deny a sparkle of interest was also forming.

The three girls were sat around the garden table on the beautifully manicured lawn, the large imposing house behind them. A house that had became Tracey’s a year ago when both her her parents were tragically killed in an awful motor accident. Tracey had been away at finishing school in Switzerland when the accident happened and she’d spent the last year slowly rebuilding her life and getting used to being an orphan at the relatively tender age of nineteen.

She was also a relatively well off orphan! Her parents had left the house to her and she was the sole beneficiary of their will which meant that she would never have to worry about money for the rest of her life.

Although the house was a large fine English country house it was not a mansion, her parents had though owned several slaves, ownership of whom had passed to Tracey in her parents wills and she found herself owning two male slaves and six female slaves. The younger male slave mainly kept the gardens in order while the older male slave worked inside the house, as did the female slaves who were kept busy cooking and cleaning and keeping the house looking as pristine as it did.

Tracey had always been fascinated by the whole concept of slavery. The law had been changed not long after she was born to allow the ownership of slaves and it wasn’t long before it was widespread, firstly for the rich who could afford to buy a slave and then as the price fell more and more of the general public became slave owners.

Not too many of the general public owned eight slaves like Tracey did though and to start with she was intimated by the fact, especially as she was the only non slave in the house. She did try to be a kind mistress at first but soon found that she was being taken advantage of and she was told by a male neighbour that she would have to toughen up or face the consequences and so the next day she had lined all eight slaves up and lectured them on their recent laziness and attitude and to show that she was now in charge she had borrowed one of the neighbours male slaves and had him whip and cane all eight of them.

The two male slaves had been whipped, hard enough to hurt but not hard enough to cause real injury, the female slaves had been stripped naked and caned across their bare behinds. Tracey had watched the whole episode from less than ten feet away while sipping tea and to her surprise she had found herself sexually excited. Not so much by the men, the younger male slave did have a nicely toned body she admitted to herself but even so watching him whipped was mildly distasteful to her rather than exciting. Seeing the naked crying girls caned however was another matter, their nakedness and wails and jumping flesh as the man caned them excited Tracey enormously and to her surprise she even found herself thinking about what it would be like to be caned like that by a brute of a man who was obviously enjoying the task.

Tracey had always been a submissive girl, she knew it and she also knew it was a dangerous thing to admit to in these days of slavery. Of course most girls were bought up to be submissive now days as so many of them would end up in slavery but Tracey had always been told by her parents that she would never end up like that because of her breeding and wealth. Despite this though her feelings of submissiveness only grew stronger and she had to admit that on more than one occasion she had wondered what it would like to be a slave girl herself.

She was under no illusions though, her fantasy’s in her own bed made the life of a slave very sexy indeed, she knew though that it was not the case in real life. Yes slave girls were often kept naked at all times and yes the master of the house had full sexual ownership of her and could use her to his hearts content. That did not mean though that the Master of the house was going to be a youthful hunk who was a consummate lover, in reality they were usually fat women hating deviants who no young girl would want to go to bed with given the choice!

No the fantasy of being a slave girl was just that, a fantasy, until Emily and Ashley had started this conversation!

“You really could do it Tracey, we all know you’ve thought about it enough times and it makes you all gooey” Emily giggled,”this could be your best chance.”

Emily and Ashley Chambers were sisters and had been Tracey’s friends ever since she remembered, maybe friends wasn’t exactly the correct word, they were undoubtedly a class step down from Tracey, maybe even two but their father John Chambers had been Tracey’s parents lawyer right up until their deaths and now acted as Tracey’s lawyer. Not that she really understood anything the man said to her, he had this annoying habit of talking down to her in a most patronising way that left Tracey feeling that she didn’t have a clue what he was doing with her affairs but as long as the money was there to pay the bills she was happy enough to let him carry on acting on her behalf. She always trusted him and whenever he asked her to sign some piece of paper with little or no explanation of what it was she was signing she just signed anyway.

There had been rumours that John Chambers had been annoyed around the time of her parents death, firstly because he had expected to gain something from their will, which had been made up before he became their lawyer some years earlier, and secondly he had hope that Tracey would return to Switzerland after her parents funeral and leave him to look after the estate.

She had also overhead him talking to Emily once in what had been her fathers study, she had innocently walked past the half open door and heard Emily giggle and her dad laugh as he said,

“The silly bitch just signed it over to me this morning, she doesn’t have any idea what she was signing either.”

Emily had laughed and said,

“God she’s such a bimbo isn’t she, we will get it all soon and she’ll end up with nothing.”

“Less than nothing, she will be in the debtors prison soon don’t you worry and we all know what happens to girls that end up there.”

Tracey had just carried on walking past as more giggles and laughter had come from the room, surely they hadn’t been talking about her had they, after all Emily was her friend and she had known her father all her life. She had signed some papers that morning but she signed papers that Mr Chambers gave her most days. Emily had also started calling her a bimbo recently but only as a sign of affection Tracey was sure. Putting the thoughts from her mind Tracey had promptly forgotten any doubts about Emily’s friendship.

A few days later she had confessed to both Emily and Ashley that she had always tried to suppress her submissive feelings and that she had also fantasied about being a slave girl herself. It had been two much wine that had loosened her tongue and she regretted it as soon as she’d said it, especially seeing the looks of shock and amusement on Emily’s and Ashley’s faces. They quickly assured her not to worry though and explained that most girls had the same feelings of curiosity but Tracey did not see the smiles that were being exchanged between the two sisters.

And now here they were sitting on the lawn sipping nice long cold glasses of Pimms discussing whether of not Tracey could pass herself off as a slave girl! It had been Tracey’s fault, she had called for a new jug of Pimms and the slave had taken so long in bringing it to them Tracey had innocently exclaimed that she could do it quicker and make a better slave girl than the one standing naked before them now.

Once the girl was dismissed Emily had slyly said to Tracey,

“You know Tracey you should give it a go.” on seeing Tracey’s puzzled look she carried on,”you know you want to see what it feels like to be a slave girl, why don’t you try it for a while, I’m sure you’d love it.”

Tracey looked at her shocked, but she couldn’t also deny that a flicker of excitement had crossed her mind, and her pussy! The three girls had then spent twenty minutes giggling and talking about how to get Tracey to try being a slave on a temporary basis until they had talked about taking Tracey as their slave to the new girls party.

Emily and Ashley had definitely been in charge of the conversation and were pushing Tracey into it but it was also true that Tracey was not resisting as much as perhaps she should have been!

“It will be fine Tracey, maybe your right the party itself might not be such a good idea as people will know you but we can take you along with us when we meet the new girl before the party and take you as our slave, she won’t know who you are, gosh it will be so much fun.” she giggled.

Tracey found herself giggling with the two sisters and she knew she couldn’t resist agreeing to the girls plan, after all it was incredibly exciting, they would just take her to this girls house as their slave and to all extents and purposes that’s what she would be for the day!

“You do realise you will have to be naked don’t you Tracey.” Ashley had said with a sly grin.

Tracey knew that most female slaves were kept naked at all times, and in all weathers! Tracey kept her own female slaves naked after all and that was the norm. Even in public female slaves were mostly naked, indeed it was more normal to see naked slave girls than clothed ones, even in the street. Tracey had no qualms about keeping her own slaves naked, they were all young and pretty and had good toned bodies and keeping them naked was not only a sign of public humiliation to the slave girl but it was also a way of their owner showing off the quality of slave she owned. After all the prettier the slave girl the more expensive she was to buy and if you had an expensive slave you wanted to show her off.

The thought of being naked for Emily and Ashley though as they paraded her around as their own slave was exquisitely naughty and she couldn’t stop herself from giggling as she replied,

“Of course silly, I will be your slave after all.”

The two sisters exchanged quick smiles before Emily said in mock disappointment,

“Oh there is one potential problem, what about your bar code?”

Tracey gasped, she knew Emily was right, that would be a problem. Every slave girl was bar coded as a means of identity. The bar code worked exactly the same way any piece of bar coded merchandise worked, you scanned the code with a scanner and the product details would be read and the slaves details were displayed along with her owners. This way any slave code be tracked and identified easily, and it also worked as a buying and selling tool. It was illegal to own an unbarcoded slave but once she was bar coded it was easy to buy and sell her on the open market.

Of course Tracey as a free girl was not bar coded at all, a fact that would be hard to hide as she would spend the day completely naked as the sisters slave!

“Well we could get her bar coded like an ordinary slave but just not registered,”Ashley piped up, “That way it she will have the bar codes on her body but nothing will come up if she’s scanned.”

“Oh I don’t know.” Tracey said hesitantly,”bar codes are permanent aren’t they?”

“Well yes silly but Ashley’s right, we could take you and get you coded but just don’t do anything about it, that way if Sophie looks she will see your all correct.” Emily laughed.

Still unsure Tracey looked at the girls for reassurance.

“Yes we could do that, there’s a shop on the high street next to that delightful tea room, we could take you down there tomorrow and get your all done properly and myself and Emily could have some tea and cakes while we wait.” Ashley giggled.

“Oh that’s a good idea, those cakes are simply divine,” Emily giggled, “It’s all agreed then?” she said looking at Tracey and Tracey found herself nodding her head in agreement.











The next day the girls called for Tracey at eleven. She was nervous but so excited she couldn’t deny it. The girls father had arrived an hour before them with another sheaf of paperwork to sign and as she did so he had stood behind her shoulder and she had been sure he was staring down the front of her fairly low cut dress. Feeling uneasy this prompted her to just sign all the forms as quickly as possible so that she could move away from his leering gaze.

This wasn’t the first time she had felt uneasy recently under his gaze and she was grateful that he had no idea of the girls little game, she would simply die of shame if he were to see her naked!

The girls had arrived an hour later and giggling like schoolgirls they had caught a taxi into town.