Slaves were always kept naked, a power thing for their owners and a way of showing off their charms to a perspective owner. It was also a way of determining if she was a slave, if fetish the girl was naked in a public place she was a slave, simple as that. It was now commonplace to see nude girls in public, indeed you only had to go to the shopping mall on a Saturday and it would be full of naked girls as owners walked their slaves around showing them off. It was still an unusual sight though to see a fully clothed girl like Tracey leading a dozen naked girls back to the lab. Of course the visit to the slave centre was an ordeal for Tracey anyway. She was often made to wait for her order of girls and waiting by yourself in a slave centre was an embarrassing time. She was fascinated by what was going on around her as she waited, girls being bought in, stripped naked and entered onto a computer. To become a slave a girl could either volunteer herself and present herself at a slave processing centre or she could be registered against her will by any man who knew her. Fathers, brothers, uncles, bosses etc. literally any male who knew her name. She had often seen girls bought into the centre while she waited, crying and begging the man with them not to do it but to no avail, she was quickly registered as a slave and carted off to the auction pens awaiting sale. On the other hand she had seen plenty of girls volunteering themselves to be registered and seemingly happy and excited at the prospect of slavery. It was a busy place! On more than one occasion she'd been asked what she was doing while she waited and whether or not she was there to volunteer. The whole thing was incredibly exciting to Tracey and the girls who asked her seemed to pick up on her submissiveness and tried to push her into asian registering. There was even one memorable time when she was standing waiting and one of the female employees started teasing her about volunteering herself when a man who had been listening came over and interrupted, “I'll register her if she doesn’t do it.” Even the employee was surprised for a second but then giggled, “Of course Sir, japanese lets get her on the books.” Both of them were practically rubbing their hands in anticipation but at just that moment her slaves arrived and she was allowed to walk out with them still a free girl but she knew it would have been a different story if the girls had arrived 5 minutes later! The building she worked in was a huge modern facility with all mod cons one of which was a gym on the tenth floor. The company employed around 1000 people, 70% of which were female. Of those 700 women probably 80% were slaves and of those free women probably only 20 of them used the gym on a regular basis. The slaves used it constantly, it was compulsory for them, all the time the company owned them it wanted it's slaves to be fit and healthy and wo betide any girl who put weight on. Because of this the gym was usually full of slaves and they worked out hard. Not that they had any vintage choice, over watching them at all times were a series of men who pushed them to work out even harder. Tracey did go to the gym herself, a free girl in there was slightly unusual but it was a free gym so why not. She kinda liked it that the salve girls around her worked hard, it spurred her on. Of course the slave girls were all naked all the time and whereas Tracey wore normal gym gear. She often found herself staring at a well rounded naked bottom opposite or a parted pussy and was often embarrassed when somebody saw her looking. As mentioned there was always a man or two in the gym working the girls hard and they were often surprised to see a clothed girl in with them, some were even resentful and angry as if she had no right to be there but Tracey ignored their stares and go on with working out. It was quite a thrill she had to admit being surrounded by naked slave girls and when she joined their aerobic classes she knew her pussy was wet as she struggled to keep up with the slaves as the men taking the class shouted instructions at the class. Jack pressed forward again, and an easy four inches of his tool disappeared into the depths. The following night when I was tied into the sling again Tony added another implement to torture me even more. I thought not, as I recalled ‘waking’ during the night, the big, dusky Nord wrapped around me, shaking with sobs – and my feeble attempts to soothe her. The idea was to look businesslike and appropriate. You make me feel this way and you better keep it up because I’m pretty low maintenance japanese otherwise. He was coming along nicely and I was sure he'd advance quickly. The male guests of the hotel were rather rough and shabby and looked upon Tracey with suspicion, and of course lust, she had reverted to wearing her northern style dresses which showed off her ample cleavage to its best effect. Soon, with aid of my bank of computers working in parallel, I could read significant amounts of information from my own brain. It had been several months since I’d found out about Mike and his mom, and joined in, becoming an additional sex toy to keep her happy. She jumped back exposing her soaked see-through t-shirt. My nose twitched. I loved how our tongues like, slid together while we put them in each other’s mouths. He looks big to everyones astonishment. Vickie and Walt both noticed his asian gaze. I picked her up and sat her on the counter before I got a dining room chair to put in front of her for me to sit on. Rita slid her body down and grasped the hem of Becky’s dress. Well, that wasn’t hard since the only thing ever to go inside my pussy vintage was my doctor’s fingers. Pulling back his bed, Mike opened the door, and Rhino strolled in as though nothing had ever happened. It was almost like feeling it for the first time. He’s deep and hot and…oh fuck!” she exhaled a deep breath and: “Oh Duke…unh…he’s so…deep…he’s…fuck me! Fuck me dog!” She stopped speaking. Jim was conflicted and felt sure he could not live without her. I said now there you are wrong. She immediately held her daughter down as he pushed his cock as deep as he could inside his daughter and started to cum. We all walked fetish away and Cathy told us she had not thought about seeing anybody she knew on the beach, but that was kind of fun and began to laugh. “What?” Lisa took another deep breath.