By Katie Smith
Feb 4 2020
Okay here's part one of my latest, it's a long one, four parts and in a break from tradition with me I'll leave a few days in between posting the next part, keep you in suspenders
Thanks to Anna for suggesting at least the first part of the story.
Tracey breathed a sigh of contentment, she was stretched out on her perfectly manicured lawn and she was as naked as the day she was born, the sun lapping at every inch of her perfect body, life was good right now.
Technically the lawn wasn’t hers it was her parents, even more specifically her fathers as he owned it and the house it surrounded but as she lived with him and her mother it was all the same thing in her eyes.
Maybe there were a couple of worrying things on the horizon, for a start under the new laws females couldn’t own property and therefore she’d have to find a nice reliable and trustworthy man to marry before her father passed away but seeing as how he was only forty nine at the moment that particular horizon was some distance away, or at least she hoped so.
Her father, a milk mannered rather meek man, had done well in his chosen trade, rather surprisingly given his temperament, he was in the slave trade, buying and selling slaves, mainly males but certainly enough females as well.
Tracey kept herself out of her fathers business ventures, she found it all slightly distasteful, but it was a trade her father had excelled in, enough to enable him to buy the large house and grounds they currently lived in and all the finery that went with it.
She had never wanted for anything growing up, indeed you could say she was rather spoilt, with the best clothes, education, cars, and fine living that money could buy, money earned from slavery and the sufferings of others, not that Tracey cared about that as long as she was kept like the spoilt little princess she was.
The house had it’s own selection of slaves, eight males and four females, the males doing all the heavy work like the gardening and the females doing the housework, cooking and cleaning etc. She doubted her father had paid for them bearing in mind his profession and to Tracey she hardly thought of them, they were just there, always had been and always would be no doubt.
She barely remembered their names even and hardly ever looked them in the eye when barking out orders to them, she had caught herself admiring one of the male slaves once while he toiled in the garden with no shirt on. It had been a hot summers day and his torso had been covered in a fine sheen of sweat as he’d bent and stretched as he’d worked less than ten feet from her.
She’d torn her eyes away after a few minutes admonishing herself, white women were never to fraternise with black men let mistresses with slaves and if she had of done then she herself would have been sold as a slave very quickly.
Ninety five percent of slaves were black men and women and they worked for white people who could afford to buy them. There was a tiny percentage of pure white women slaves though, usually women who had brought shame upon their family in some way or the other or had got into too much debt and had ended up being sold in an effort to clear the debt.
White female slaves were a prized possession and could fetch good money on the auction block, a young attractive one being worth ten times the price of a Negro slave and one as pretty as Tracey, well the sky's the limit.
In all her years though she had never seen a white slave even though her father promised her they did exist and he sold one a month on average to excited crowds. Apparently all his slaves were presented completely naked on the auction block and the sight of a naked white woman used to drive the crowd wild.
Tracey found the thought of white women being bought and sold at her fathers auction house vaguely shocking with maybe a hint of excitement thrown in but she didn’t dwell on it, white female slavery was so rare that it barely registered in her mind.
She was sunbathing naked today as she usually did when it was so hot, the back garden was large and secluded with nobody to see her except maybe her own slaves and they knew better then to look at her in that way., one of the male slaves had recently brought her a cool drink and he’d kept his eyes fixed on her face the whole time.
It must have been hard for him for Tracey really was a vision of beauty, her gym toned body didn’t hold an ounce of unsightly fat and she had a beautiful pair of breasts that looked too big for her slim body, her litheness only making them look even bigger. It was all topped off by a glorious mane of blonde hair that she made sure looked like she’d just stepped out of a hair salon every day.
She well knew that it must be a strong temptation for her slaves to look at her body when she was sprawled out like this in front of them so wantonly but they knew there would be hell to pay if she caught them staring.
She wasn’t inherently cruel but she’d learnt from her father that slaves have to be punished when necessary to keep them in line and remind them who’s the boss. She vividly remember seeing a female slave of theirs whipped not too long ago.
The girl was tied naked by her hands stretched between two posts in the garden, the whole household was out there to watch and the girl was crying already knowing full well what was to come.
Her father had uncurled a long bull whip and proceeded to whip the poor girls back and buttocks as hard as he could for ten minutes. He wasn’t a big man but from the screams coming from the whipped girl he was whipping her hard enough.
The skin he landed the lashes on soon cut and her back became a mass of blood and wheals but her father didn’t let up till he was physically exhausted. The sight of the girls stretched body, the blood and the mess, the way her large breasts had bounced and been thrust forward every time the whip landed had an electrifying effect on Tracey.
She should of felt sorry for the poor girl receiving such a savage whipping, the pain more than evident to everybody but instead the pain and agony only seemed to turn her on. She’d heard of bloodlust before and that was certainly the feeling she had watching the punishment take place.
She wasn’t the only one with it either, she could sense the sexual excitement in the air as the rest of the slaves watched. Of course it helped that the girl being punished was young and pretty but very quickly most of them were urging her father to whip the girl harder!
When she’d asked her father later what the girl had done to warrant such a harsh punishment he had just laughed and said it was nothing important which made her think that maybe it wasn’t a fluke that he was a successful slave trader.
Unable to work for a while because of her injuries the girl was replaced with another, presumably straight from her fathers stock and she never found out what happened to the whipped girl but she never forgot the excitement she felt on witnessing her punishment.
Tracey only had a vague knowledge of the turmoil that had gone on when she was younger that had led to slavery being legalised, she was only a teenager then and if anything an even more spoilt little princess and everything going on outside didn’t effect her at all.
She knew her father had got rich from the aftermath and that he, and her as a result, had done very well out of slavery but she didn’t really know how it had all come about and if the truth be told she didn’t really care either.
She did know that poor people seemed to be even more poor nowdays and didn’t have good lives, downtrodden by an uncaring state system there didn’t seem to be much chance of them ever escaping poverty but again that was very low on Tracey’s list of worries, much more important was what shade of lipstick to wear that morning,
Even below the poor were the slaves who were basically treated as animals, workhorses, of course as slaves they had no money at all and relied on their Masters for food and accommodation both of which were of the cheapest variety.
Their own slaves were not allowed to sleep in the main house and had a small outhouse tucked away out of sight at the back of the garden where they all lived, men and women together. There was no power in there and the women cooked on open fires outside the shack, it really was like something out of the nineteenth century.
It was rare that all the slaves were in there at once, perhaps late at night, and for the twelve slaves they currently had they could only fit six beds in there, and she knew the female slaves were raped nightly by all the male slaves.
Her father had told her this one drunken night and she must admit she got rather excited at the thought, most of their slaves were big strong bucks and the girls they had tended to be young and petite and the thought of them being violently raped by such big men amused her.
“They think nothing of it, the girls are just available pussy to them and they rut like animals every night taking what they want.” her father had laugh uproariously.
Tracey had blushed but maybe not out of modesty as her father imagined, the thought of all that rough sex in the small shack was a turn on for her.
Tracey herself had very little experience of the opposite sex very little indeed, she’d had some clumsy fumblings with a cousin of hers who seemed to be even less experienced than her and that was it and at the grand old age of twenty five she was still a virgin.
She liked to tell herself that she was saving it for her wedding night like a good girl should but in truth she knew she simply hadn’t had the opportunity so far and if she had she no doubt would of willingly opened her legs for the man, any man!
She knew she was a good looking girl and would be quite the catch but she also knew that her fathers reputation as a cruel man put a lot of men off and even if she did get a suitor come calling it all fizzled out before it even got started leaving her very frustrated.
A boyfriend or even a husband were wanted quite desperately but nobody had passed her fathers scrutiny so far to be allowed to date his princess.
She wasn’t a virgin in the true sense of the word, her toys had seen to that a long time ago, but she felt as if she was missing out on an important piece of life that a simple piece of plastic didn’t make up for.
During her whole life really her best friend was a girl called Emily, the polar opposite of Tracey, maybe that’s why they were friends.
The two girls had gone to school together but whereas Tracey was a rich busty blonde Emily was a poor flat chested brunette.
She was cute in her own way but she certainly didn’t have the boobs Tracey did and on more than one occasion Tracey thought that Emily was jealous of them.
Despite her looks and wealth Tracey was a timid girl and quite naive, even gullible, of the outside world whereas Emily stood up for herself and was very streetwise.
Normally you wouldn’t think two girls like that would stay friends but despite their differences, and Tracey’s fathers frustration, they had remained firm friends for fifteen years now.
Apart from anything else Tracey didn’t have any other friends and she felt extremely comfortable with Emily, she felt she could truly relax in her company. Emily did have her faults, for one she seemed to have taken over the friendship becoming the dominant one in the relationship but in truth Tracey didn’t mind that and had happily accepted her role as the submissive one.
Emily could also have a cruel streak in her often playing practical jokes at Tracey’s expense, just last week they’d both been in the local swimming pool when Emily had pulled Tracey’s bikini top off and thrown it out of the pool.
Tracey had shrieked genuinely embarrassed and had had to get out of the pool to retrieve it all the while under the appreciative gazes of the busy pool. Emily had thought it was a great laugh and had loved it all whereas Tracey certainly hadn’t but when she’d remonstrated with the laughing Emily she’d just been told she was lucky, she’d thought about pulling her whole bikini off and not just the top something that would have been really horrendous!
Public nudity for white girls was still a big deal and could lead to imprisonment or even slavery so she’d ended up having to thank Emily for not stripping her naked which she thought was absurd but she did it anyway.
On another occasion both girls had spent the day down at the beach, a place where public nudity for girls was allowed even encouraged, indeed it had got to the stage down at a beach where people stared at you funny if you were wearing a bathing suit of any kind.
They had spent an hour or so sunbathing naked and when they’d decided to go Emily had jumped up and put her clothes back on while Tracey had stayed lying down for an extra five minutes. As she got dressed Emily had picked up Tracey’s clothes and put them into her bag so that when Tracey finally got up and prepared to go her clothes were out of sight and reach.
She’d asked Emily for them but she’d giggled and said she could walk back to the car as she was, naked. Tracey had been quite shocked, nudity was allowed on the beach but they had parked the car a good fifteen minute walk away, not too far perhaps but it was if you were completely naked!
Emily was having none of Tracey’s complaints though and set off for the car regardless and Tracey followed swiftly behind her, if there was one thing worse than walking back to the car naked it was walking back there naked and alone.
It had been an excruciatingly long walk for Tracey, each step highly embarrassing, it was a busy seafront area and hundreds of people must of seen her, most of the men and boys laughed and whistled their approval while most of the women scowled at her.
Tracey realised as she walked behind Emily that a lot of the people who saw her must of assumed she was a slave and that turned her on for some reason, even though she hoped nobody recognised her during the walk.
She had angrily berated Emily once they reached the car and her clothes were returned to her but as usual Emily was having none of it and laughed the whole matter off.
The thing was the pranks were just a joke to Emily but they could have had far reaching consequences for Tracey especially the ones involving nudity, imprisonment or even slavery, an unthinkable fate!
White slaves were rare as previously mentioned but they weren’t so rare that they didn’t exist her own father sold them for a start and he wasn’t the only slave trader around, there were lots of them, maybe white slaves weren’t as rare as she’d thought even, people just kept them in the house more.
Tracey knew that there’d always been an underlining feeling of jealousy and resentment from Emily about Tracey’s wealth and standing but she’d never let it stand in the way of their friendship, surely Emily wouldn’t let that resentment be the base of her pranks and the danger she put Tracey in?
She didn’t know but she wasn’t planning any more trips to the beach with Emily any time soon that was for sure!
She had to admit though that walking through the crowded streets that day completely naked was highly embarrassing yes but there was more than a hint of excitement there too, I mean how often do you get to walk around town without a stitch on.
The looks of admiration she’d received from the people she’d passed, especially the males of all ages, were strangely thrilling and when she’d realised they must of all thought she was a slave walking with her mistress the excitement level had grown ten fold.
At the start of the walk she’d walked like a shy embarrassed girl all hunched up desperate to hide her nudity but by the end she’d been walking confidently upright and proud to show what she’d got.
Of course if a policeman had been coming the other way it would have been a different story and she’d of reverted to the embarrassed hunchback in an instant.
Slaves were not kept naked as a whole although nude slaves, male and female, were a common sight. The males usually wore simple blue trousers, maybe a white tee shirt but not always, and the females a slave shift which as the name suggests was a simple rough brown shift with no sleeves.
They were always obscenely short on the girl, the bottom of the shift level with the bottom of the girls bottom and of course they were not permitted to wear any underwear and so the shift did nothing to hide her charms.
As there were no sleeves the arm holes on the shift were large and with no bra being worn the girls titties were often in full view as well.
Tracey sometimes wondered if the slave shift had been designed to show more than it hid as it certainly did a good job of it.
They were made of a rough hemp material that she knew the girls hated, constantly moaning about it’s itchiness, and you could buy them freely in shops for a cheap price along with lots of other slave paraphernalia, collars and chains and the like.
Slaves weren’t kept collared and chained like the old days but most households had a set or two for punishment and stuff.
In playing with her lack of wealth Emily lived in the poor part of town, even the poor part of the poor part. She lived with her infirm father in a two bedroomed house with a small garden that looked as though it should have been knocked down a hundred years ago.
Despite their lack of money her father owned a slave, an old black man almost as old and infirm as the father. He was called Jack and looked after the house as best he could, in truth when she visited Tracey hardly bore him any attention he had always been there in the background although even she had to admit that he must of led a lonely life, at least when her slaves retired for the night they had each other to talk to, Jack had nobody.
She tried not to visit Emily’s house too often, the area she lived in was just too deprived and even scary, but sometimes she insisted and Tracey reluctantly went. Usually she got one of the servants to drive her there but on one occasion she’d caught the bus.
She didn’t normally catch a bus anywhere, even to a nice part of town, but the family car wasn’t available that day and so she’d braved it. She’d hated the whole thirty minute trip, the first ten minutes were not so bad she supposed but once they’d started driving through the seedier part of town things went downhill fast.
The well manicured leafy lanes gave way to dirty pavements with equally dirty and rundown shops and businesses bordering them. The people walking by looked no better either looking as though they hadn’t had a wash for a month and looking like the type that would happily slit your throat for a five pound note.
Even when she’d first got on the bus dressed in her nice polka dot dress the bus driver had asked if she really wanted to go where she’d asked,
“A pretty girl like you won’t last two minutes there.” he’d said sceptically and now she could see what he’d been talking about.
She felt very conspicuous sitting there on the bus and it would have been even worse if she’d been on the street.
A lot of the shops and businesses they passed did not help her feeling of dread either, slave shops, sex shops and bars with naked dancers advertised whizzed past the bus window making her feel like she was in some kind of Sodom and Gomorrah type place.
She’d been very relieved to get off the bus at Emily’s place and of course the trip back had been better because unlike on the way there the bus had gone from the worst part of town to the best.
Emily had as usual delighted in her friends unease and had insisted on walking down the local shop with her to get some milk, something Tracey would ever do even at home, that was what slaves were for wasn’t it?
On the walk to the shop she had made a point of stopping and saying hi to people she knew, people Tracey wouldn’t even of acknowledged knowing even if she did. Everyone of them had asked Emily who her friend was in a mocking kind of way and as she feared she’d felt very conspicuous standing on the street dressed as she was and she knew she stood out.
It didn’t help matters that Emily was amusing herself by flicking up the back of Tracey’s dress to reveal her tiny thong and more importantly her bare behind to anyone who cared to look, and a lot of people did!
She was glad to get home that day and vowed never to wear anything so showy and skimpy to Emily’s house again.
In fact she received a call from Emily the day after her naked sunbathing asking her to come over and of course she duly arrived. This time one of her slaves drove her thank God and giving him instructions to pick her up in three hours time she entered her friends house to be greeted by Jack.
He welcomed her and showed out into the back garden where Emily was laid out on a towel on the small patch of grass completely naked. Tracey had seen her friend naked before of course, they’d shared many a group shower at school but not recently and not so shamelessly displayed like she was now.
Even Jack wasn’t averting his eyes, he obviously wasn’t as well trained as her own slaves or maybe Emily thought he was so old he wasn’t a threat, either way he was studying his mistresses nude body freely.
Emily was completely at home with her own nudity and didn’t seem to care at all and she quickly told Jack to get them some cool drinks and as he turned and left she giggled to Tracey,
“Come on then get your kit off.”
Tracey hesitated, she was used to sunbathing nude at home in her own garden but this was different, her garden was completely private whereas Emily’s was overlooked on all three sides by neighbours gardens. Her own slaves would not dare look at her naked body whereas Jack seemed more than happy to.
Despite all of this though she knew she wouldn’t be unable to resist Emily’s orders for long if at all and besides it was a scorching hot day so she quickly took her dress and undies off and joined her friend on the grass as naked as she was.
She couldn’t say she was as relaxed as Emily especially when Jack came back out with the drinks and made no secret of the fact that he was enjoying the view, it was the first time he’d ever seen Tracey naked and he seemed to appreciate her much larger breasts than his mistresses.
A fact that Emily picked up on when she giggled,
“Quite a babe isn’t she Jack?”
The old man nodded but didn’t reply but still his eyes never left Tracey’s exposed loveliness making her feel very uncomfortable, she wasn’t used to being stared at so openly by a slave and didn’t like it very much.
Needleless to say it got worse when Emily suddenly scooped up the pile of clothes Tracey had discarded and handed them to Jack.
“Here take these inside, put them somewhere she won’t find them, she won’t be needing them for a while.” she giggled.
“Emily!” Tracey squealed in shock.
“Oh what’s the matter, it’s only you and me here, and old Jack and he doesn't mind seeing some white pussy do you Jack?” she laughed in her mischievous way.
Tracey didn’t like the way she was being so familiar with her slave, Tracey certainly wasn’t like that with hers.
“I’m sure he doesn't,” she spat out indignantly, “your neighbours will see as well though if they come out.”
“So what,” she laughed,” they’re mostly old perverts anyway.”
The argument was somewhat settled though anyway as Jack had disappeared inside along with Tracey's clothes so as usual Emily had got her way.
For the next hour and to her surprise Tracey did relax into the naked sunbathing, it was really hot which helped as she had to admit the sun always had made her frisky and today was no exception, in the back of her mind though was the hope that none of Emily’s neighbours would come out, there was literally a three foot high fence separating the gardens, easy to look over and see the two naked girls laid on the grass.
Jack didn’t come out again either, of course he could have been spying on them from an upstairs window all the time but she couldn’t see him doing it, that was the important thing, Emily had been much to friendly to him in Tracey’s eyes and maybe she should have a word with her about the dangers of a white girl appearing that way with a slave.
After an hour Emily had stood up and giggled that she had a present for Tracey and for her to wait there while she went and got it.
Although she obviously didn’t mind getting presents all the previous feelings of fear and vulnerability came flooding back in an instant as soon as she was left alone in the garden, being naked like that was bad but it wasn’t quite so bad when you had another naked girl beside you!
Within three minutes though she had returned and the first thing Tracey noticed was that she had put a light summer dress on while inside and she was now dressed, she also seemed to be holding some brown material in her hand.
“Here try this on, I saw it in a pound shop and thought you’d look so cute in it.” she giggled.
She threw the material at Tracey who caught it and immediately saw what it was, a slave shift! As she stood up she wailed,
“Emily I can’t wear this!” she exclaimed in shock.
“Oh come on, only for a few minutes nobody will see you.” Emily smiled.
Tracey just stood there in shock at her friends request, the material felt as rough as she’d imagined in her hands. Her immobility and silence prompted Emily to giggle again,
“Put it on you’ll look so cute, it’s better than standing there naked.”
Tracey knew that at the end of the day her friend wasn’t going to take no for an answer and she did have a point about the nakedness but even so wearing a slave shift, especially in a semi public place, was crazily dangerous, maybe excitingly dangerous. So finally with a sigh she said,
“Okay but just for a minute though?”
“Ten tops.” Emily clapped in glee knowing she’d won and with another sigh Tracey pulled the slave shift on.
“I knew it, you look lovely.” Emily clapped in delight again.
Tracey of course couldn’t see herself but she knew that the shift was doing it’s job of hardly covering anything, it felt like the bottom of her pussy was still exposed and her big breasts were bulging out of the sides and top of the shift, it felt like it was at least a size to small for her curves.
As soon as she’d slipped it on and was now standing being examined by Emily she felt a wave of submissiveness wash over her, yes she’d been submissive to Emily a lot recently but this was different, as if it had been taken to a new level.
She continued to stand there silently with her head bowed as Emily suddenly shouted out for Jack to come and see. She was shocked and almost pulled the shift off again but then realised how silly that would be, she’d end up standing there naked when he came into the garden, so she left it on and with a hiss to Emily she stood her ground, so much for nobody else seeing her!
Jack came into the garden and Tracey kept her head bowed not daring to look the old slave in the face fearful of seeing his face full of lust and confusion.
“What do you think Jack, does Tracey make a good looking slave?” Emily said obviously highly amused.
“She certainly does Miss,” the old man laughed, “is she one?”
“Not really but it’s not a bad idea.” Emily squeaked.
“Very good Miss, I can take her down the post office now if you wish?” Jack asked.
For a second Tracey wondered why he would want to take her down the post office but then she remembered that for a person to officially become a slave they had to be registered by completing a form and putting the new slaves fingerprint on it before handing it in at any post office and then they would become an officially licenced slave.
It was a quick and easy procedure and with the slaves fingerprint on the form it was also foolproof and binding with no possibility of a mistake being made.
It was also a terrifying prospect to Tracey and she almost ran right there and then but where would she run to, she was naked apart from a slave shift in the poor part of town, she would be caught almost immediately and then her fate really would be sealed, no she was better off just playing along with Emily’s little game for now.
“What do you think Tracey? Should I let Jack take you down the post office like that?” Emily asked with that infuriating mischievous smile on her face.
In the spirit of the game Tracey replied in her best little girl voice,
“That’s not up to me Mistress I am your slave do with me as you will.”
Emily gave a little squeal of delight when she heard that and turned to Jack and said,
“Don’t take her with you but pop to the post office anyway and pick up a slave form for me, don’t worry we’ll get her signed up soon enough.”
Jack gave Tracey one last glance before he turned and left and Tracey immediately rounded on Emily accusing her of pushing the game too far.
