To Tracey’s immense relief the man laughed and then slapped the girls hands away from Tracey’s reddening breasts,
“Yeah she’s a cutie but she belongs to someone else, let’s just find another one.”
and with a pout the girl followed him away leaving Tracey shaking as she stood there. She had stopped counting the accompanied ones after one hundred but she had counted thirty five unaccompanied ones in an hour. A week later Tracey sat on her bed, today was the day, she was finally going to realise her fantasy and go out in public and be seen as a slave, albeit for only a short time. This had the effect of raising the girls bottom in the air and also letting her breasts hang loose below her, a pleasing sight for all the men passing by! Of course they were all collared and so their Master could see where they were at any time using the tracking device and if the slave wandered off course or was taking to long to run the errand he could always use
