It was a bit like seeing a Rolls Royce parked on the high street, unless you lived in central London they were rare! The whole idea of slavery though was exciting to Tracey. She considered herself to be a submissive girl, most girls were nowdays, and after all the height of submissiveness was slavery. Once you bought a slave she was literally your property to be used how you wished. The girl was fitted with a steel collar around her neck and embedded in that was a micro chip that gave anybody who scanned her details of her name, age, weight etc. as well as details of her owner. The high price kept most of the sleaziest men who wanted a cheap thrill away but obviously some girls were bought purely as sex toys. The man who bought her might be a better class of person but they could be just as perverted as a man who couldn't afford her. The police were not interested either, after all the girl was now a slave and someone's property, if her owner wanted to carry out his most depraved fantasies on her that was not their concern. All of this actually added to Tracey's fantasies of slavery, the idea that she could be bought and collared and then used in whatever way her new owner wished was incredibly exciting to her. In real life she knew she probably wouldn't of found it so exciting, having a red hot poker pushed up your pussy like she'd heard had happened to one girl was probably not so exciting! That kind of thing didn't happen too often, after all slaves were not exactly disposable at the prices they were, but rape and sexual humiliation was part of desi a slaves daily life. At the moment any girl between the ages of eighteen and thirty could be registered as a slave and at india twenty two she knew she was prime slave age. She was also a very pretty girl with long blonde hair and a great figure, any man would be happy to buy her as a slave she was sure. She had to admit that the thought of mingling with real salves during the drug trials was appealing, it was bound to add more stories and ideas to her fantasies. So she found herself standing nervously out side the building after her boyfriend had sent off the application for her, denying her any choice in the matter. She saw another nervous looking girl pause outside and then enter the building, and so taking this as her cue she took a deep breath and smoothed down her dress and entered the main glass door. Inside the building was as gleaming as it was outside, Tracey was sure that if she looked hard enough she could see her homemade reflection beaming up at her from the shiny floor. She was standing in quite a cavernous central hall and for a moment her courage almost deserted her, never the most confident girl the gleaming efficiency of the place overwhelmed her. It was reasonably busy with people rushing everywhere and she stood rooted to the spot in confusion and fear. She was saved when she suddenly heard a girls voice asking if she could help her coming from behind. Spinning round she saw a indian pretty girl of about her age smiling at her enquiringly and reassured Tracey quickly explained why she was there. “Oh yes, Mr Chambers bunch,” she giggled and then pointing she said, “through those doors and just follow the hall right down the end, it's the last door on the right, there will be a receptionist and other girls waiting no doubt, just tell her who you are.” Tracey tanked her and started off through the doors. Once in the new hallway she could see it stretching off in a straight line ahead of her. “Even I can't get lost here.” she said to herself without any true conviction and started on her way down the hall. She was beginning to wonder how big this building was and whether or not she had indeed got lost when she reached the end and the promised door on the right. Smoothing down her dress she knocked on the frosted glass panel of the door and entered. The inside was much like any doctors waiting room with one desk and a dozen or so chairs facing it. Behind the desk was a middle aged woman who looked up as Tracey entered. The chairs were nearly all occupied by girls no doubt there for the same reason she was. Ten in total so at least she wasn't the last one there but the ting that really caught her attention was that six of the girls were sitting there stark naked! They were obviously the slaves and were sitting there completely naturally and unembarrassed, naked apart from their collars. Slave or not Tracey was sure that she couldn't of sat there so casually with nothing on, for a second she almost forgot why she was there but was reminded when the receptionist asked her name and she was told to take a seat. Sitting she would of normally said hello to the other girls or at least smiled at them but nobody was speaking or Bhabhi looking at her and everybody seemed unnerved by the naked slaves sitting with them. Dawn stayed all day and the women never mentioned Mexico again. The insane rich-bitch bends down and takes off Margaret's heels as she did her own. Please, let me be your slave, Jefe. Don’t go trying to mediate for us if you don’t even have your own opinion to stand by, it doesn’t--” Keep pushing and it will expand to accomodate me." I explained. “Me too.” We kissed again, and my hand slid between her legs and between her pussy lips. She sets the dryer to go. 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