She kept her head lowered unable to look Emily in the eyes as she studied her naked body. “Right you can stay like that for the rest of the day while we get your shift washed, one of the cabin boys should be here soon to collect it.” Emily said casually. The thought of being seen naked by a cabin boy was shocking to Tracey and she begged Emily to be able to wear one of her dresses, at least till her shift was clean. “Certainly not, I'm not letting a girl like you wear one of my fine dresses, “ she snapped, “ and besides the boy won't mind seeing you as you are.” Tracey wasn't worried about whether the boy minded seeing her naked, but she cared about him seeing her!She was about to say so when there was a knock on the door and without waiting for a reply in walked a young boy. If Tracey had seen him in the street back home she would of considered him a street urchin. The boys eyes flew wide open when he saw the naked Tracey standing there and she squealed in embarrassment at his intrusion into the cabin making the boy and Emily laugh. Without taking his eyes off of Tracey he collected the shift and promised to have it washed and returned soon. “Oh no hurry, she can stay as she is until you return.” Emily giggled. “As you wish Miss, is she going to be for sale ashore?” the boy grinned. “I think so, why do you want to buy her?” Emily smiled. “I'd like to Miss but I don't have any money.” the boy said ruefully. “Well if you can borrow some do, I'm sure she will sell cheaply.” Emily laughed. With a promise to see what he could do and with a final glance japanese at Tracey he left the cabin, much to Tracey's relief. masturbation The talk of selling her and the fact that she was standing there naked and humiliated and weirdly turned her on but the overwhelming sensation was embarrassment. She said as much to Emily who brushed her complaints aside as if they were of no significance at all, as if being seen naked by a young boy was nothing important. The next hour or so was spent still naked brushing Emily's hair and doing menial tasks around the cabin, her embarrassment did not abate at her constant nudity but Emily seemed unconcerned. The cabin boy returned after a while and again with lustful eyes on Tracey he had informed Emily that there had been a mishap. Apparently her shift, newly washed, had been pegged to one of the many ropes on deck to be dried by the wind but the wind had proved to be too strong and had ripped the garment free for it never to be seen again. Tracey was horrified but Emily laughed as if it were highly amusing, “What are we to do then, leave her as she is?” she asked the boy. “Well that is your choice Miss, we have a supply of shifts for girls such as her or as you say leave her like she is.” the boy replied making it fairly obvious which option he preferred. “Emily, I can''t stay like this.” she whined knowing full well that what she wanted would of no bearing on Emily's final decision. “I don't see why not, “ Emily snapped but then to Tracey's relief she said to the boy, “ but you better go and get us one of the slave shifts.” The boy left with his usual last look at the naked Tracey and he returned amateur ten minutes later with the familiar white shift. Putting it on asian while the two of them watched Tracey noted that the shirt was even thinner and maybe an inch or two shorter than her own shift. The material was also coarser and was very itchy already, but these considerations faded for the moment, at least she was covered again, if barely. She was well aware that although she had previously been dressed in similar garb to the fancy girls it had been different enough to notice, her previous shift had been made voyeur of fine silk for example and she was now wearing rough cotton. Anyone outside the cabin wouldn't see her dressed similarly to a fancy girl, she was dressed as a fancy girl! As if providence had spoken there was a sudden knock on the door and a rough crewman entered and looking directly at Tracey said, “The smithy is waiting for her, we will be ashore soon enough and he wants to get her done before then.” Emily looked slightly confused but Tracey knew exactly what the man meant, he was there to take her to have shackles fitted! Emily seemed to catch on fast, especially at the word smithy and she suddenly squealed with delight, “Of course, we mustn't keep the man waiting must we Tracey?” leaping up from the bed where she'd been sitting and taking Tracey's hand and leading her out of the cabin behind the crewman. Tracey was startled, firstly she could see land, and secondly on where she was being pulled to. She didn't want to have iron shackles fitted to her delicate white ankles, they looked horrid and must weigh a ton. She wailed as such to Emily who was determinedly pulling her along but as usual she was paying no attention to her. Of course she was dressed as a fancy girl now and everybody they passed if they didn't already assumed she was one. They entered a small funny wooden shack affair that compared to the rest of the ship was boiling hot. 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