Tracey’s Collar
Tracey picked the collar up off the ground excitedly after having a quick look around to make sure nobody was watching her. She knew what the collar was of course, it was a slave collar and as Tracey held it in her hands she could see and feel that it was a good slave collar. It was a shiny silver colour, fairly narrow, made of steel with a sense of strength in it, she knew whoever wore this collar wouldn’t be taking it off in a hurry! As she turned it round her heart leapt, the key was in it. Tracey had seen slave collars before of course, even touched and held them, but she’d never seen one with a key attached, the keys were always out of sight, in the control of a man. …