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Acquisition 1/38 (BDSM, NC, WS, VOY, HUM, Bi, M+/F)
by Headhunter


Pamela woke at 6:00 AM when she heard the click of the bedside alarm.
She quickly reached out from under the covers and hit the snooze alarm.
Her quick movement caused her muscles to throb. She was getting used to
her constant soreness. But she knew that a 37 year old body just wasn't
made to take the extreme positions she had been enduring over that past
few months. While she was sore she also knew that she was in the best
physical shape of her life and the sore muscles would recover quickly.

Hitting the snooze button gave Pamela Henderson 10 minutes before the
alarm would go off and wake her husband. He was snoring softly next to
her. To Pam this ten minutes was the only solitude she had, the only
time she had to herself before the demands of the day started. The
demands of taking care of her husband, her two children, her part-time
job at the pre-school and of course the other demands... The demands
made by her neighbor Bess.

In the dark and quiet of her warm bed, Pam gently rubbed the sore
muscles of her arms. Then she trailed her hands down the sleep tee-
shirt she wore to bed. She began to gently massage the soreness of her
thighs. She would have liked to rub out the knots in her calves, but
she didn't want to wake Bill. So she softly rubbed the muscles she
could reach without too much movement. When she rubbed the inside of
her thighs she was amazed to find them warm and damp. She ran her hands
up to the juncture of her legs and found that her pubic hair was wet.
Now more alert, she could tell that the moisture was seeping from her
vagina. No, not her vagina she thought to herself, she was supposed to
call her private parts her "cunt". Just thinking that profane word made
her shiver, but it also made her wetter.

Pam bit her lip in a sob, "I just woke up and already my body is
betraying me." Well, Bess had told her that her cunt, ass, and tits
would soon be running her life, but right now she had a morning to get
through, so she had better get control of herself and make her brain
take charge. But it was difficult for her. It was because she was such
an honest and open person by nature. Flipping back and forth between
what were two personalities was hard for her. Pam knew that most people
could talk and act differently in different situations. She had often
seen her kind and loving husband change into the hardball playing
businessman in an instant. His ability to do that had always amazed
her. And just look at our President. He could be having sex with a
young woman in the Oval Office while talking with congressmen on the
phone. She needed to start learning how to compartmentalize her life or
Pam knew her life would come crashing down around her.

Pam slipped out of bed and quietly moved into the bathroom. Shutting
the door she turned on the shower and stripped off her sleep shirt.
Under the hot spray Pam finally was able to rub out the soreness of her
calves and feet. Her ankles and toes hurt from the high heels she had
been wearing yesterday afternoon. Those shoes were very uncomfortable,
but they did make her legs look great. Pam fought the impulse to
masturbate in the shower. She needed to wash off the odor of female sex
secretions, that odor seemed to accompany the wife and mother almost
constantly now.

From the shower she heard the bathroom door open. She heard her husband
yawn. That sound was followed by the splashing sound of her husband
urinating.

Pam emerged from the shower wrapped in a large terry cloth towel. She
didn't think her husband would be awake enough to notice, but she
wanted to check herself for bruises before he saw her naked. "Morning
Honey," Pam said as she moved to brush her teeth. Bill grunted a
greeting. Out of the corner of her eye Pam could see him shaking his
flaccid penis over the toilet bowl. He moved to the shower kicking off
his pajama bottoms as he walked. Her 40 year old husband disappeared
behind the shower curtain, but not before Pam noticed his slight paunch
and sagging butt. Still the sight of him shaking his soft cock had
gotten Pam's nipples hard and she could feel a tingling in her groin.
Pam dropped the towel while her husband was in the shower and gave her
body a quick once over. She was pleased but a little surprised when she
found no ugly bruises. Only and faint pink color on her buttocks, But
that could be explained by the hot shower.

The morning began to move quickly. Pam dressed in the comfortable loose
clothes she wore to work. After applying only a minimum of makeup she
woke her 11 and 13 year old daughters. Once downstairs in the kitchen
she made breakfast and sack lunches for the girls. While rinsing off
some apples for the lunch sacks Pamela looked out her kitchen window
across her back yard to Bess' house. It was completely dark. Pam knew
that Bess wouldn't wake until mid-morning. Bess didn't have any
children to make breakfast for, and her husband had left her several
years ago. Soon Pam, Bill and the girls were chatting about the up
coming day as they ate breakfast. By 7:30 Bill was pulling out of their
driveway on his way to drop off the girls at school on his way to work.
Pam now had just a few minutes to rinse off the dishes and head to her
job at the pre-school. As she stacked the breakfast plates she saw a
light come on in Bess' house. A moment later Pam's phone began to ring.
Pam thought about not answering it and quickly leaving the house, but
she knew that would be a mistake. With a trembling hand she picked up
the phone.

A sleepy voice said, "Pam, I was lying here in my bed thinking about
you and I just had the most wonderful idea. Meet me at the mall after
work."

"Bess, I have to pick up the girls after school and do the shopping
today... ",said Pam.

Bess cut her off and in a not so sleepy but very stern voice
said, "Meet me after work. Understand, Pam my Pet?"

The use of that term caused Pam to meekly say "Yes Bess." Then Pam
heard the sharp click of the phone being hung up in the house across
the fence. She stared out of her kitchen window and noticed that the
light in her neighbor's house had been turned off. All was quiet again
and Pam was left with her thoughts.

****

Pam collected her purse and teacher's supply bag for the morning's
work. She stopped in front of the hallway mirror and pulled her
shoulder length brown hair back into a pony tail with rubber bands.
Experience with the pre-schoolers had shown her that she should keep
her hair away from little hands. She didn't wear any necklaces or
bracelets for the same reason. In fact the only jewelry Pam wore was
her wedding band and little gold stud earrings. Her dress was a mid
calf length blue denim sack that was fairly shapeless and allowed the
wife and mother the opportunity to move comfortably when she chased
after the little ones. She wore white socks and sneakers for the same
reason. Pam noted with satisfaction that the dress was looser on her 5
ft 8 in frame than ever. She had lost a couple of more pounds and her
body was being reshaped by her exercise routine.

Pam enjoyed her time as a pre-school teacher. She was a great teacher.
She loved the 4 year olds in her class and they loved her. She had been
teaching part-time in the mornings since her youngest had gone to the
pre-school. It was the perfect job for her. The parents tried to get
their children into Pam's class. Pam was thought of as the perfect
teacher. A nice wife and mother who went to church and had two bright
kids of her own, she lived in the neighborhood with the families that
sent their kids to the pre-school. Pam was very accommodating to the
kids' individual needs. Plus she was a real certified teacher not a
baby-sitter, like in some of the pre-school classes. Pam got the kids a
jump start on their letters and numbers. When the pre-schoolers got to
first grade Pam's students were always the best prepared.

Pam was a loved and admired teacher, wife and mother. She would always
be kind and gentle, and wouldn't say no to anyone who needed help. But
her inability to say no and inability to confront people not only made
her a good pre-school teacher, it made her easy to take advantage of.
Bess had seen that in her. Pam could never have been a high school
teacher, she couldn't have taken the daily confrontations with
teenagers. She wouldn't have been able to control unruly students. Her
current job was perfect. Pre-school was the only place Pam could be
successful as a teacher.

As Pam walked through the living room on her way to the front door she
noticed her wedding picture on a table. Smiling up at her from the
ornate silver frame was a young couple. Bill handsome in his tux a
couple of years older than her. And Pam, so very young in her white
dress, recently graduated for college. A young couple ready to go out
into the world. Pam smiled to herself. That picture is 15 years old and
until recently the life Pam had expected on her wedding day was the one
that she had lived. But now she seemed to need more.

The school day went well. The 12 kids in Pam's class behaved and she
was able to introduce two new letters to the group of fresh faced
children. After snack Pam helped the children with finger paints. The
reason why Pam wore the clothes she did became evident as more than one
little paint covered hand pulled on Pam's dress asking for help. At
noon, Pam helped the children get out their lunches. Then the daycare
ladies took over. Pam's work day was through. She washed her hands in
the teacher lounge and went to her car. She could make the mall by
12:30. That would give her 2 hours with Bess before she would have to
pick up her girls at school. The girls could help her at the market .
They liked to go with Pam because they could always browbeat their Mom
into buying some of the junk food they wanted. When Pam went alone she
would not buy the sugary snacks. Pam liked the junk food as much as the
girls did. When the snacks were in the house she would always end up
eating some. Pam knew she would have to have more control over her food
cravings, she was doing so well with the diet that Bess had her on. It
was just that she had never had much self confidence and like many
young women had sometimes used food as an emotional crutch.
Particularly in high school and college where Pam had been awkward and
self-conscious. Thinking about food made her hungry, it was lunch time
and all she had today was a glass of juice and some toast at breakfast.

Pam parked her car at the mall and made her way to the Food Court. The
delicious smells from the various food kiosks made her hunger grow. Pam
saw Bess sitting at a table to one side of the large open area. The
wisp of a woman was eating a hamburger. At 34 Bess was three years
younger than Pam. She was barely 5 ft tall and weighed 90 pounds
soaking wet. She was wearing her ever present sweat shirt and sweat
pants. Bess almost looked like a boy. But Pam knew how strong she was.
Bess was an athlete. She had been a runner in college and continued
running in local races even now. Once, while in her twenties, she had
even run in the New York City Marathon. She played on every community
team she could. Softball was her favorite. She loved winning and would
not back down from any challenge.

Bess really wasn't a very attractive woman. He face was plain and her
body was so thin that she had virtually no breasts and very little
rounding of hips or buttocks. She had brown hair like Pam but it was
cut short. Bess was strong, and she spent a good bit of her days
working out. Bess looked up from her meal and pointed for Pam to take a
seat at the small table. Pam sat down and smiled at her friend.

"Hi Love, I got you lunch, a salad and a cup of unsweetened tea,"
stated Bess in a matter of fact tone. Bess pushed the food in front of
Pam while she took another bite of her juicy burger. A large plate of
French fries sat half eaten in front of her. "What do you say, Pam?"
remarked Bess once she had chewed her food. Pam looked down at the
small salad and said "Thank you." "That's better," said Bess
smugly, "I'll bet you make your little rug rats at school say please
and thank you. You should set a good example and say the same to those
who help you... " There was a brief pause then, "... you may eat."

"Thank You," was the immediate whispered reply.

While they ate Bess kept up a running commentary about the mall,
working out, diet and men. She was down on men since her husband had
divorced her. At least he made enough money to pay her a good amount of
alimony. Bess had gotten the house and her car in the settlement. She
ranted that her husband had never been a very good, had cheated on her
with a long line of voluptuous young women, and was generally an
asshole. But at least she didn't have to work and could spend her days
as she pleased. Pam had heard it all before. So she didn't comment. She
knew Bess didn't want her to comment anyway. After all, Pam had been
the nice neighbor who had been there for Bess when the couple had split
up. Back then Bess had relied on Pam as an understanding friend, but
the relationship had changed several months ago. Bess was a take-charge
person who had to have her way. Pam knew that was part of what had
driven Bess' husband away. Bess had wallowed in self pity for a long
time after the divorce but then she realized that her time was her own.
She decided to get on with things and take charge of her life... and to
take charge of Pam's life as well. In a perverse way Pam fulfilled
Bess. Bess was a very domineering person and she hadn't been able to
dominate her husband, she had only pushed him away. But in the self
conscious and weak willed Pam, she had found the perfect friend... the
perfect partner. A person who could be manipulated and controlled by
the force of her personality.

As Bess droned on across the lunch table, Pam reflected on the past
several months. The change in the women's relationship had started very
gradually about four months ago. Bess began calling Pam to come over to
her big empty house and visit. Bess had usually come to the Henderson
home with all the activity of a modern family. But Bess began demanding
that Pam come to her home more and more. Being at the Henderson Home
made her realize how empty her own life was. She wanted Pam at her
house without the distractions of Pam's kids and husband. Usually it
was in the afternoons or in the evening after the family dinner when
Bess would call for her friend.

--------------------- (four months earlier) ---------------------

The strong requests for Pam to come to her house was just the
beginning. Often while visiting her house Bess would ask Pam to do
things for her. Help with some cleaning, pack some boxes, etc. Pam,
with her helpful non-confrontational personality, was happy to support
her friend. And she knew that Bess appreciated her. Didn't Bess always
thank her for doing what she asked? Even to the point of patting her on
the back and even occasionally on her head as she praised Pam's
efforts. It didn't take long for Pam to be preparing Bess' meals in the
afternoon and keeping Bess' house clean. Bess was grateful and began
paying attention more and more to what her neighbor was doing. One day
Bess was preparing to go for her afternoon jog when she noticed Pam
folding some laundry. "Pam, I don't like my workout outfits folded.
They need to be hung up. I don't want creases in them." Immediately Pam
looked away, like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar, "Oh!
I'm sorry Bess. I'll come back after dinner and re-wash these and hang
them up."

"Yes! You do that." Bess called out to Pam as she left for her jog. She
needed to think about what had just happened and she thought best while
on her runs.

As she ran Bess mused to herself, "I really have been taking advantage
of my neighbor. I have her doing my cooking and cleaning. She must not
have much time for herself, as much time as I take. But 'damn-it' I'm
lonely. People don't like me much and I like having my neighbor at my
house. I have known Pamela for years and I know that she is a shy
little housewife that never stands up for herself. Hell, I was the one
who had to argue with the trash collectors about making a mess when
they dumped the garbage cans. They sure listened to me. I backed all
three of those big ignorant lugs down. Pam just stood there trembling
pleading with me not to make a scene. Well, they were a lot more
careful with the trash cans now. Bill, Pam's, out of shape husband, had
even thanked me for getting tough with the garbage men.

I enjoy having her around. I'm going to keep Pam at my house as much as
I can. As she ran, an idea began to form in Bess' mind... she was
lonely and using her fingers to masturbate with-- fingers that didn't
come attached to another warm body that could hold her or, more
importantly, that she could hold. After all she needed to be in charge.

That evening when Pam came back to her house to re-do the laundry Bess
began putting her plan into effect. The two women had often talked
about personal things, but Pam had always been shy and reserved when
taking about her personal life, especially her sex life. Bess knew that
Pam didn't think of herself as a very attractive or sexual person. Bess
needed to change that in Pam. All thoughts about her ex-husband and
wasted life disappeared from Bess' mind. She now had a purpose and a
goal. She would see just how far she could take her neighbor and
fulfill her own need for physical contact at the same time. She wanted
to bind Pam to her. Everyone in Bess' life had left her. She had no
real friends, she was alone except for the caring wonderful wife and
mother that lived in the home behind her. Bess felt a tinge of regret.
Both she and Pam called Bess' house a house, but Pam lived in a home.
She wanted a home with Pam. Not a home in a traditional sense but a
home that was filled with activity and emotion. Just not the normal
activities and emotions. She would never let Pam go, she would become
the center of Pam's life, whatever that took. So Bess began asking, no
demanding, that Pam reveal more and more about herself and her life.

Bess was careful to take her time and learn everything there was to
learn about Pam. Much of the information Pam revealed was about growing
up with a strict father and mother, now both dead, and a beautiful
older sister who had rebelled and left home. Leaving Pam in a good, but
cold and reserved home as a teenager. Rarely getting positive signals
from her parents, avoiding confrontation at home and school, and
lowering her self-concept. At college Pam had been a loner. She had
commuted from her home to school and had majored in education. She had
few dates, not because she wasn't attractive in a girl next door sort
of way, but she never did anything to attract attention to herself. She
wore little or no makeup, and never clothes that would use her well
rounded, if a little overweight, body to attract boys. She had met Bill
at the end of her Junior year when she had been asked to hand out
programs at graduation. After the ceremony Bill's parents had asked her
for an extra copy of the program because their son had just graduated.
Bill walked up and in a few minutes the two were taking like old
friends. They dated on and off for the next two years and at her
graduation Bill asked her to marry him. He was already working in
business and Pam had a job lined up at a local elementary school. She
said yes! Several years later their first child was born and Pam stayed
home. After the second child, Bill had gotten a vasectomy. Pam
continued to stay at home until their second daughter went to pre-
school. Then Pam got a job at the pre-school and had been there ever
since. She was able to make some money and the half-day job kept her
available for her kids. Life was good. Bill was moderately successful
and Pam's income allowed them to buy their new home. That's when they
met their backdoor neighbors, Bess and her husband.

Acquisition 2/38 (BDSM, NC, WS, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter


Pam came back to Bess' house that evening after feeding her family and
making sure the girls had their homework done. Bill was watching a ball
game on the TV when she left her home and crossed the two backyards to
Bess'. Pam knocked on the sliding glass doors on Bess' patio and let
herself in. She heard Bess in the basement working out on some of her
exercise equipment. She called down a hello and walked to the laundry
room to do Bess' workout clothes the way she wanted them. After the
washing machine was running Pam walked down into the finished basement
to see if there was anything else she could do for Bess.

Bess was sitting on a weight bench in one corner, lifting a dumbbell
with her left arm over and over. When she saw Pam she stopped, dropped
the weight, and walked right up into Pam's face. "Are you fixing your
mistake from this afternoon?" she growled. Pam was surprised by her
neighbor's attitude and with a meek voice replied, "Yes, Bess, I told
you I would."

"Good! Now sit down on this bench with me Pam. I want to talk to you
and I want you to listen carefully." Bess took Pam by the arm and
firmly led her to the bench and sat her down. The diminutive Bess
remained standing so she would be in a superior position to the much
bigger Pam. Bess held her breath for a minute and in measured words she
began talking to Pam, her insides were fluttering but she controlled
her nervousness. This was it, the beginning of making Pam understand
how important she was to Bess and how important Bess was going to be to
Pam from now on.

Bess started by saying that no matter what, Pam needed to know how much
Bess loved her, how special Pam was to her, and how Pam had been her
savior over the last two years. She talked about what a wonderful
family Pam had and how she wanted Pam to think of her as part of her
family, a very special part. Then Bess, using the information she had
learned about Pam's personal life and her psyche, began to explain how
truly unfulfilled Pam's life was and why. Bess twisted and used all of
Pam's hidden fears and self doubts. Doubts planted during her childhood
and those that existed today. She ended her talk by saying that
she "Bess" hadn't been helping Pam. She knew that Pam needed direction
and she hadn't been giving her the direction she needed. That was going
to change. Bess would help Pam by taking away all of the self doubts
and decisions that were so difficult for her. Bess would be telling her
exactly what to do. Wouldn't that be wonderful. No more doubts. Pam
would have Bess to answer all of her questions, to take care of all of
her self-doubts. Pam could surrender all of those difficult parts of
her life to Bess. Bess would help her, guide her and love her. Bess
would help her, now she would become Pam's savior. Also Pam would help
the lonely Bess to become the person she needed to be. Pam would help
her in so many ways and through it all, even the most difficult times,
they each would know that the other was truly loved.

Bess ended her speech and stroked the hair of the silent Pam. Then she
cupped Pam's chin and gently pulled Pam to her feet. Bess placed her
arms around Pam's waist and hugged herself to the older and bigger
woman. After a few moments with Bess holding her breath, not knowing
what would happen, she felt Pam's arms awkwardly wrap around her and
she felt a warm drop splash down onto her cheek. Pam was crying, and
Bess knew that she had a new world to explore with her neighbor.

"Its OK my love," cooed Bess, "I'm here and you never have to worry
about anything again. I will help you and we are a team." Bess held her
neighbor and nestled her head on Pam's fleshy maternal chest. Holding
her like this, Bess realized how out of shape Pam was. She would have
to do something about that, but now to begin exerting her will over the
wife and mother. "OK! Enough of this Pam," said Bess sharply, "lets go
upstairs and I will show you exactly how I want my laundry done."
Taking Pam's hand, she led the still dazed woman up to the laundry
room. Bess knew that there were a lot of things that they would learn
together, and the close human contact of holding Pam had made Bess
realize how much she had been missing physical contact with other
people.

Every day for the next two weeks Bess told Pam when to come to her
house. Pam was always on time. She directed Pam in cleaning and
cooking. Very close supervision. Even though Pam did a good job with
all of the tasks assigned to her, Bess would always find some little
part of the chore to correct or have done differently. Pam eagerly did
what was asked. When the job was complete Bess would praise Pam and
usually gave her a hug, pat on the head or peck on the cheek. Pam slid
very easily into the role of Bess' maid and general gopher. Soon Bess
began having Pam pick up things at the store for her when she was
coming home from work Toward the end of the two weeks Bess began making
more demands of Pam. She would call and ask Pam to run to the store for
her late in the evening, or do some laundry late at night when Pam
should have been getting to sleep. Pam responded and Bess gave her more
and more positive reinforcement. Even to the point of buying little
gifts for Pam. Items like a new book carrier, scented soap or a nice
dried flower arrangement. She would give these items to Pam after
telling her to do something that required some effort on Pam's part.
She would also hug and hold Pam while she told her what a good job she
had done.

Pam fell into this role easily and found her time with Bess as relaxing
and enjoyable. She felt needed and good about herself when she was with
Bess. She knew exactly what to do with Bess there were no self doubts.
It was nice to have a time when she didn't have to be running a
classroom or a family. Even though she worked hard for Bess is was a
mindless comforting activity that made her feel good, especially when
she was praised. When Bess complained that Pam hadn't done something
right, she tried her hardest to do it perfectly the next time. She
wanted Bess' approval. Bess had Pam tell her about activities of her
daughters and Bill. Bess would tell Pam what a good job she was doing
with them, but occasionally she would tell Pam to handle some family
event a little differently. Later Bess would ask if Pam handled it like
she told her. Pam always said she did what Bess suggested. Soon Pam was
asking Bess how she should handle some little event at home or at
school. Bess always told her firmly what she should do. Having these
little instructions from Bess made Pam feel better and Bess could tell
that not having to make a decision was easier for Pam.

One Sunday, Bess had Pam skip church to mop her kitchen floors. Bess
told Pam that she had gotten her a little gift that would give the two
women more time together. Pam smiled with pleasure at Bess, who was
sitting in a chair drinking coffee while Pam finished scrubbing the
floor on her knees. "Oh! Bess, what did you get me?"

"Let's go down stairs to the basement gym and I'll show you," replied
Bess pulling Pam from her knees and leading the docile housewife to the
basement. A gaily wrapped box was soon unwrapped and a leotard workout
suit was displayed.

"Pam, you never get any exercise except chasing after kids and taking
care of your family and ... me. You know how important exercise and a
healthy body are to me. I want us to work out some together. I can help
you get into shape. You know that exercise will make you feel great and
give you a lot more energy. So I am going to set up a routine for you.
It will be so much fun. Now don't thank me, its the least I can do for
you. I will work very hard to help you, you know."

Pam was speechless, she had never been into exercise, but admired her
friends fitness. She had a doubt for a minute but when her friend
smiled up at her, she just accepted the idea, "I guess you're right,
Ok, what do I do? Help me do this Bess."

"Oh, I will. First lets try on your exercise outfit. Strip off your
dress and try it on."

A shy Pam was unsure.

"Oh! come on," reacted Bess, "Pam you've seen me in only my panties. Of
course unlike you my little breasts don't need a bra. I'm built like a
12 year old boy. Let's see if it fits. I took the size from the height
weight scale. You're 5'8", right? So the ideal weight is 125 lb. for a
5"8" tall, 30 to 40 year old woman." Not waiting for Pam, Bess began
unbuttoning Pam's dress. "Ok, you stand still. I'll do this," said Bess
with authority. Pam finally began to move, but Bess growled, "You just
stand still. Like you agreed Pam I am taking charge of exercise for
you. It's for your own good." Pam slipped easily into following her
friends orders. Soon her dress was off. Pam stood in white cotton
panties and bra with white socks and sneakers on her feet.

"Oh my Pam this won't fit you. You must weigh more than 125 pounds, you
really do need exercise and a diet. At least the fat on you is layered,
not cottage cheese cellulite. How much do you weigh?"

An embarrassed Pam said, "145 pounds." She was blushing under the
critical eye of her friend.

"Well let's make sure." Bess led Pam over to a scale in the corner and
pushed her on it. Pam tried to get off the scale but Bess said, "Stay
there." Soon both women were looking down at the scale's dial. It read
150 pounds. Bess grabbed Pam's arm hard and pulled her roughly off the
scale. "I am doing all this work for you and you lie to me Pam. You
know how important health and fitness is to me, you must never, never
lie to me. Understand!"

Bess saw Pam's eyes well up, " I... I... I'm sorry."

"Pam you never have to be embarrassed about your body with me. I am
going to help you do what I say and we will have you in great shape,
but since it will be such hard work for me I expect you to do exactly
what I say."

Pam simply nodded her head in shame.

"I didn't hear you Pam."

"Yes Bess, I'll do just what you say."

"Good! now let's set some goals for you."

Bess pulled out a large piece of construction paper and thumbtacked it
to the wall. On it she wrote in big letters "Pam's Goals By The End Of
School." Under it she made a row for the 12 weeks until school ended.
Then she made columns for "Weight, Bust, Waist, Hips." Finally at the
bottom she put a box labeled "Calories per day."

"OK lets see what we have to work with Pam. Stand still."

Bess filled in the box of week one under weight "150". Under the weight
box of week 12 she wrote 125. Bess then grabbed a measuring tape and
wrapped it around Pam's soft middle. The tape read 30 inches. Bess
wrote that under waist week one. "Damn Pam," Bess scolded, "how could
you let yourself go, you make me embarrassed to be seen with you as
much as I'm into fitness. Now I know why you lied. I think a waist goal
of 26 inches is reasonable. After all you have had two kids so a
perfect 24 is unrealistic."

Next came the hips. Week one was measured as 40 inches the goal became
37 and a smirk about having to "work your ass off" was made by Bess.
Finally Bess simply said, "Take off your bra Pam." Pam hesitated and
blushed. She hadn't been naked in front of anyone but her husband for
years. "Now, Pam, you little baby, I'm not kidding."

Pam slowly reached back, But Bess impatiently reached first and almost
tore the bra from Pam's body. She should get used to me stripping her,
thought Bess. Pam blushed and held her hands over her breasts. Bess
looked at the label of the bra. It read 36-C. On the chart she wrote 36-
C in Bust Week One box, then looking at Pam wrote 36-D on the last
week. "This is the only part of your body that is even close Pam. Let
me explain. Stop hiding your tits and I'll help you understand." Bess
slapped Pam's hands away from her chest. Pam winced at the slap and of
the use of the crude word "tits".

"Look how they sag. I know not working out and nursing two babies can
hurt. But there is a lot that can be done to shape you up. Part of your
exercise routine will be weight and muscle training. These hangers can
be firmed way up. But that will increase muscle mass in your chest and
your tits will stand out firm and proud. That, with the extra muscle,
will increase your cup size." Bess pulled off her shirt to expose her
breasts. They were no bigger than some men's, topped with small pink
nipples. "If I didn't lift weights I wouldn't even have this little bit
of boob. Wow, Pam, were your nipples always that ugly brown color?"

Staring at her neighbors little muscular torso Pam replied, "No they
used to be pink like yours, but for some reason they discolored when I
nursed the girls."

"Well we need to get to work, lets have a stretching routine today so
when we start for real tomorrow your muscles won't be so sore." Bess
walked up to her friend and hugged her hard. She reveled in the touch
of skin against skin. While she didn't think she was gay Bess enjoyed
being enveloped by the fleshy folds of her friend's arms. "God, it has
been so long," she thought to herself.

Pam was surprised to be holding a half naked Bess, but somehow it
seemed natural and she knew that everything would be all right.

Bess had tossed Pam's bra onto the floor. Rather than make a scene Pam
followed Bess through a strenuous stretching routine on a plastic mat
on the floor. Soon Pam was breathing hard and sweat began to appear on
her body and run between her boobs. Bess wasn't even breathing hard,
but she was watching the sway and bounce of her friends breasts. Pam's
white cotton panties became wet with sweat and while not transparent, a
brown pubic hair shadow appeared on the white material. Bess
thought, "If I can get her in shape she will have a very sexy body."

After 15 minutes of stretching Bess said, "OK, we had better get a
shower." Not wanting to push Pam too far, Bess continued, "You are
really sweating so you go first." Bess picked up Pam's discarded dress
and bra and her own shirt. She led her neighbor up to the second floor,
to the master bathroom. It was wonderful leading Pam around with her
only wearing panties. And she herself was naked to the waist.

Pam had wanted to put her clothes back on, but Bess had picked them up.
So she shyly allowed herself to be led up the stairs. It felt funny and
a little exciting to be walking around almost naked in Bess' house. She
even felt a not unpleasant shiver run through her body as if she were
being a naughty little girl.

Bess led Pam into the bathroom, looked at her for a moment then left.
Bess left the door open and busied herself in the adjoining bedroom
stealing glances into the bathroom. She saw her neighbor start the
shower, sit on the commode to pull off her sneakers and socks and then
stand and peel off her sweat soaked panties.

While Pam was behind the curtain showering, Bess entered the bathroom
and grabbed the discarded panties. She took them to the laundry and
tossed them in the hamper. Back in the bathroom Pam was finishing her
quick shower and looking for a towel. Bess entered carrying a large
plush terry cloth towel. "Here let me help, you are probably a little
sore." She opened the towel wide and wrapped it around the naked Pam.
She helped dry the housewife, then she pulled off her own clothes and
stood naked in front of Pam for the first time. "Why Pam you're
blushing, that's cute." Then, before Pam could react, Bess hugged her
tightly, both women completely naked. Bess whispered, "I love having
you here with me," and then she jumped into the shower and pulled the
curtain. Leaving a still damp and somewhat confused Pam standing
motionless.

When Bess exited the shower she asked Pam, who was standing in the
bedroom still wrapped in a towel to help dry her. Pam did with stiff
motions.

"Bess, Bill and the kids will be home from church. I need to go make
them lunch. I'll come back later to do some laundry OK."

"OK, Pam. By the way your panties were so sweaty you can't put them
back on so I put them in the hamper. You can wash them later. You could
never fit into a pair of mine, so I guess you will have to run home
without a pair on."

Bess noticed an uncertain look from Pam. "Goodness it's only 100 feet
and you will have your dress on. It's not like you are flashing the
neighborhood."

Pam got dressed and left, but the coolness of her exposed genitals
under her dress felt funny and like before, a bit naughty. "Bess was so
much fun and such a good friend," Pam thought to herself as she entered
her back door.

****

Over the next two weeks the exercise and weight training routine took
Pam to Bess' house Monday, Wednesday and Friday evenings and Sunday
afternoons. Also, Bess had written a strict diet for Pam to follow. It
became hard for Pam to keep her special diet and the rest of the family
meals straight so Bess began planning the entire Henderson family meals
for Pam. Bill and the girls didn't know it, but their neighbor had
taken control of not only their wife and mother but also many aspects
of their life.

On the first day of Pam's exercise workout she had arrived at Bess'
house in an old sweat shirt and sweat pants. Seeing how her student was
dressed, Bess immediately told Pam to strip to her panties because she
needed to see how her muscles moved and reacted to the exercises. To
make Pam feel more accepting of this Bess also stripped. The two women
went through a 1 and 1/2 hour routine of lifting weights, stretching
and even jogging on a treadmill. Bess particularly enjoyed watching
Pam's buttocks and breasts bounce and jiggle as she jogged. Bess was
very patient with Pam, showing her the correct form and process on each
of the several exercise stations set up in her basement. Finally, as
before the two women would walk to the upstairs bathroom and take a
shower. They would help dry each other afterwards. Pam would usually
return home without her sweat dampened panties. On other days Pam would
spend some extra time at Bess', doing the cleaning and laundry.

On the first night of the second week of private exercise class Pam
entered the basement to find Bess already hard at work on a weight
bench. To her surprise Bess was completely naked. Her skinny body was
laying backwards, feet on the floor while she lifted a weight in each
hand. The position completely exposed her vagina to the surprised Pam.

Bess looked up and ordered, "get out of those things and get started on
your stretching." Pam removed her clothes but standing in her panties
next to the floor mat she was unsure what to do. She glanced over at
Bess who was looking at her hard. Bess flicked her eyes from Pam's
panties to the pile of her other clothes. It became evident to Pam what
was expected. They had seen each other naked in the shower, so Pam
simply shrugged her shoulders and slipped her panties down her legs. As
Pam began her stretching exercises on the mat, some of which left her
very exposed, Bess walked over and began correcting some flaws in Pam's
efforts.

"I have shown you these exercises for a week. I expect you to do them
right. You know Pam I have been too easy on you. We will never make
your goals unless we do this perfectly. I am not going to let you fail
at this like you have failed at so many other things. I have loved you,
given you gifts and spent a lot of my time helping you. Maybe you are
one of those people who responds to negative reinforcement rather than
positive. So from now on during out workouts I am going to use
the "stick" rather than the "carrot". Maybe that will get you motivated
to do this right. OK! You have stretched enough. Move to the leg curl
machine." The leg curl bench required that Pam lay on her stomach and
hook her legs under a weighted bar. By curling your legs up the machine
exercised calves, hamstrings and buttocks. Pam put the proper weight on
the bar and began doing the exercise.

"I've told you to keep you thighs pressed to the bench for maximum
benefit of the exercise. This will help you remember." Pam heard a loud
smack and immediately felt a sharp pain on her ass. Pam shrieked and
spun on the bench looking towards the movement . Bess looked down at
her with a smug smile. She stood naked, her breath ragged and she held
a Ping-Pong paddle in her hand. "Lie back down and do the set right
this time." Bess pushed Pam back down on the bench. "Start again" After
the third pull on the bar another hard swat fell onto the tender ass of
the naked housewife. Pam finally got through the exercise with only two
more hits. Bess pulled her to a bench press exercise station. Here Pam
was lying on her back and she was relieved that her bottom was now out
of range of Bess' paddle. The exercise worked her arms and chest. No
blows fell but when she had finished Bess said, "yours arms were not
held straight enough and you didn't lower the bar all the way to your
nipples. Get up and bend over the bench so I can help you to do it
right next time. "

Pam got up and with tears in her eyes begged, "Please no, Bess. It
hurts, I'll do better."

Bess pushed her down so she hung over the narrow bench, her ass high in
the air.

"This is to help you Pam. From now on if I tell you to 'assume the
position" this is how I want you, understand?"

"Yes, but please... "

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK

Pam was crying openly. "OK, up, and quit your bawling. Lets go do the
leg lift exercise."

During the rest of the workout Pam was paddled 10 more times. The worst
was at the end, when she was jogging naked on the treadmill and Bess
paddled her several times to speed up. By the end of the workout Pam's
ass was a bright pink and Bess reveled in the power of disciplining her
older neighbor.

"Ok Pam, let's see how we have done. Its time to fill in our goal
chart." Pam was weighed and measured. She had lost 5 pounds during the
week. There was no difference in her hips or bust measurement, but she
had lost almost an inch on her waist measurement. "Not bad Pam, but it
will go slower from now on. There is always a big weight loss at the
beginning of a diet and exercise routine."

"Now lets go upstairs and shower. Upstairs there is no paddle. It stays
down here to help motivate you."

Tonight the two women walked through the house completely naked. Bess
led the still quietly sobbing Pam into the kitchen and poured her a
glass of ice water. "Here my pet, you need to replenish your fluid."
Pam drank the water greedily. The two women stood in the dark kitchen
naked until Pam regained control of herself. Then Bess led her to the
shower and for the first time she got in with Pam. Under the hot needle
spray Bess held Pam tenderly. Then helped the sore Pam by scrubbing her
back and legs. When she was done she turned away from Pam and
said, "Love, wash my back." And Pam did without saying a word. The soft
human touch felt wonderful to Bess as Pam ran her soapy fingers in
circles on the thin and wiry back.

The two women dried each other gently and Pam prepared to leave. Bess
picked up Pam's clothes. She handed her friend her shoes and her dress.
The panties and bra Pam had worn were tossed by Bess into the bathroom
with the wet towels. Since Pam had been naked during the workout her
undergarments were clean and dry. "Pam wear only the dress tonight,
enjoy the feel of your improving body, enjoy the feel of freedom."

In a daze Pam walked home. Her breasts swaying unrestrained under the
bodice of her dress, the cool night hair tickling her pubes.

Bess watched her from the window and smiled.

****

The next day was to prove to be a watershed in Pam's and Bess'
relationship. A troubled Pam went over to her neighbor's house after
school to do some chores for Bess. It was not a workout day. While she
was doing some laundry that included several sets of her own white
cotton panties, Bess came into the laundry room.

"Bess...," Pam began, unsure of herself, " I... I'm not sure... not
sure about..."

"Stop right there, Pam," replied Bess, sensing that she might loose
control of Pam. That couldn't happen. Pam had become the central figure
in her life, she had to completely dominate her. She couldn't lose her
or she would be truly alone. "I understand your confusion and
apprehension, Pam. Let me help you understand better. Let me explain
why you need me, need us."

Without giving Pam a chance to voice her feelings Bess imposed herself
on the unfulfilled middle-aged housewife once again. Bess explained
that Pam had never been "just Pam." She had at first been her parent's
child. Then, for a brief period, a college student controlled by
schedules, assignments and professors. Then a wife and finally a
mother. Bess went on to explain that all of Pam's relationships were
not Pam's choice, but relationships controlled by the labels child,
student, wife and mother. For the first time Pam was having a
relationship with another person, a friend, that had nothing to do with
what was expected of her. A relationship just for her own fulfillment,
of her own choosing. It was understandable that it was happening now at
her age. Her parents were dead, her husband was well established and
her children were getting old enough to be OK without her for large
blocks of time. If she hadn't gotten married right out of college, Pam
would have been her own person then. Because of the choices she had
made in her early life this was the first opportunity for Pam to be
herself. After all, didn't she enjoy and look forward to their time
together? Didn't her friend Bess give her freedom from all of the
decisions and labels and expectations that had been pushing for Pam's
entire life?

Pam saw the sense of it. It was true, she was free for the first time.
Bess hugged Pam and thought to herself, "I hit the nail on the head
except for the part about me. Very stupid, Pam. I am just another in a
long line of controls on your life. I give you the illusion of freedom,
but I am the most controlling of all." Bess smiled and breathed relief,
the danger was adverted and Pam was drawn in even tighter.

When the chores were over Pam was sent off to pick up her girls and do
some family shopping, from a list that Bess had prepared for her. As
she went out the door Bess said, "Pam, I'll see you tomorrow, and I am
going to have a wonderful surprise for you. You are so wonderful." Then
Bess added in an authority filled voice, "Make sure you are on time."

The next evening, after a very normal day for Pam, she headed across
the yards to Bess'. She left her family, telling them that she was
visiting her friend and having an exercise work out. Bill and the girls
were not surprised. In fact, they were happy for the wife and mother.
Pam had never had many friends and Bill was glad that Pam was getting
out. They were aware of the diet and exercise, and were glad.
Unwittingly they encouraged Pam, not knowing the real extent of the
abnormal relationship between the two women.

Bess was waiting for Pam when she arrived.

"Right on time Pam, I'm glad you follow instructions so well. Now for
my big surprise. Come upstairs before our work out and I'll so you."

Bess led Pam up the stairs, but rather than going to the master bedroom
Bess directed Pam to the door of what was a spare room. Pam knew that
when Bess' husband had left her he had taken some furniture. The spare
bedroom furniture was some that he had taken. Pam knew that the room
had been empty and unused over the past two years. On the door was a
beautiful hand painted sign. It read "Pam's Private Room".

"Pam you need a place just for you. I don't need this room so I'm
giving it to you. Its empty now, but we will have so much fun
decorating it. You will be able to get away from everything in here.
This room can be your refuge. You can do or be anyone you wish in this
room and nobody will care. There are no rules for you in here."

Pam hugged Bess, "Oh, this is wonderful Bess, I can just get away from
it all in here."

"Yes, and other things." Pam had not picked up on the double meaning of
Bess' words.

After looking at the empty bedroom Bess said, "Time for our work out."

As the two women walked together Bess noticed some wet footprints from
Pam's shoes on the floor. She spun and looked at Pam. "This house is
kept spotless, you know that. From now on we will take our shoes off at
the door. Go take your shoes off and leave them at the back door where
you come in." Pam dutifully complied then rushed to catch up to Bess
who was already almost in the basement. Once in the basement exercise
room Bess stripped off all her clothes and handed them to Pam. "Hang
these up in the closet love, you can hang yours up in there as well."
Then she dropped to a mat and began stretching out her wiry muscles.
She watched Pam disrobe and when her completely naked and vulnerable
neighbor started back to the mat Bess said, "Pam, pick up the paddle on
that table over there, and bring it with you."

The nude 37 year old was worked hard and the paddle was used often.
When it was over both women were bathed in sweat; Pam from her hardest
workout yet, Bess from the erotic experience of slapping the voluptuous
ass of her innocent neighbor with the paddle and on two occasions her
bare hand.

The women showered together and when Bess rubbed a soapy wash cloth
over Pam's reddened ass she winced in pain. After they toweled dry Bess
said, "lay on my bed for a second Pam, I need to take care of
something. Pam laid down and Bess leaned over her and squirted some
cooling lotion onto the fleshy buttocks. With her strong fingers Bess
rubbed and massaged the cream into the prominent orbs of ass flesh. The
cooling effect of the lotion caused Pam to give an involuntary sigh.
Bess took her time and rubbed the ass, lower back and thighs of Pam.
She reveled in the feel of the yielding soft skin bulging between her
strong fingers. At one point she felt Pam give an involuntary shudder.
Then Pam was off for home. Bess gave her the several pairs of white
cotton panties she had left over the past few days. Pam thanked Bess
and pulled on her dress. She didn't bother to put on any of the
undergarments. Bess smiled at her and whispered, "Bravo, love" Pam
slipped on her shoes at the back door and ran across the backyards to
her home.

"My energy level is up. This diet and exercise stuff really works," Pam
thought as she slipped into her own home.

Acquisition 3/38 (BDSM, NC, WS, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter


The next morning before school, Bess called Pam and told her to that
she would meet her at a used furniture store at 12:30. Bess wanted to
start on "Pam's Room" in her house. The two women chatted excitedly
about what inexpensive furniture could be purchased for the "secret"
room at the flea market. They also discussed painting and decorating
the room. It was great fun, two friends out on a secret mission. Pam
felt like a kid all morning.

The "Girls" had a wonderful time buying an old four poster bed, big
vanity and mirror, a dresser and an overstuffed couch that needed to be
recovered. They ended their shopping trip at the paint store picking
out some dark pastel colors for the walls of the room. The two made
excited plans to refinish the furniture and create a hide-a- way for
Pam. Even though Pam knew she wouldn't be able to spend a lot of time
there, the idea of a place that was just hers really appealed to the
middle-aged housewife. She had never in her entire life had a place
that was just hers. Bess was helping her fulfill a dream that she had
never realized that she had until recently. The furniture was to be
delivered the next day so Pam and Bess went to pick up Pam's two
daughters at school. Bess treated the Henderson family "daughters" to
ice cream on the way home. Bess had a big cone as well, but a sharp
look from Bess kept Pam from ordering anything. When the girls asked
why their Mom wasn't having any, Bess said that it wasn't on their
Mom's diet. Despite that one awkward incident everyone was having such
a good time Bess was invited to stay for dinner. It was a wonderful
evening and of course none of the unusual parts of Pam and Bess'
relationship was discussed. But Pam watched what she ate since Bess was
there, after all she wanted to reach her fitness goals and make Bess
proud of her.

As Bess rose to leave she whispered to Pam, "Be on time tomorrow. If
you can get through your exercises quickly we can work on your room.
Also, come to the door with me now I want you to watch me walk home. I
want to be sure I'm safe."

Pam did as she was asked and hugged Bess goodbye at the door. She stood
in the doorway and watched her friend walk across her yard. When Bess
reached her own property, still 50 feet or so from her own back door
she stopped and turned to look at Pam. Then she slowly removed her
clothes and stood naked in the moon light. She waved to Pam and then
walked to her house carrying her clothes. Turning to look at the back
of the Henderson home one more time, she disappeared into her house.
Pam felt a flush rise through her neck to her face and she heard
herself catch her breath. Bill appeared at her side and Pam
jumped. "Did Bess get home?" he asked.

"Yes!" Pam replied, thanking God that her husband hadn't seen anything.
Bess had taken a chance, but it was exciting.

The next evening after settling her family Pam entered Bess' house
remembering to take her shoes off at the door like she was told. She
was a few minutes early and discovered Bess watching TV in the living
room. Pam smiled and greeted Bess with a bright "Hi, neighbor."

The sound was low but a distinct groan cam from the TV. Pam was shocked
to discover that the TV showed a naked couple making love. A muscular
man laid on his back while a busty blonde bounced up and down on him.
Her large breasts were being squeezed and pulled by the man. Moans
continued to come from both the man and woman on the TV screen.

"Bess, what are you watching?" exclaimed Pam. Then she noticed that her
neighbor had one of her hands stuck down the front of her sweat pants.

Bess pulled her hand from her pants and turned off the TV with the
remote control.

"PAM, don't ever question me like that," exclaimed Bess sharply, "do
you understand?"

Pam wilted under Bess' hard look. "I'm sorry Bess," replied Pam
sheepishly in a soft voice.

"Well, that's better. Let's go look at your furniture. It was delivered
today. Then we can have a workout. If there is enough time we can
decide how to refinish and arrange 'your' room." Bess led Pam upstairs.
Once in the room with pieces of furniture and a disassembled bed
scattered about Bess said, "I don't mind telling you about what was
happening downstairs, but you never demand an answer from me. If you
ask politely by saying 'please Bess, and thank you Bess', just like you
make your little students say. I might tell you." Bess looked sternly
at Pam and with a hard edge to her voice said, "Ask me Pam."

Pam gulped and said, "Please Bess, what were you watching?"

"That's better! Pam that was an old sex video that my ex-husband left
behind. He used to look at that kind of stuff from time to time. I
found a half dozen tapes in a box in the attic today when I was looking
to find an old lamp or two for your room. I was doing something nice
for you and you have the temerity to question me, you should be
ashamed."

"I'm sorry Bess," Pam replied looking at the floor. She felt real shame
at causing her friend pain.

Bess smiled at the contrite Pam then continued, "Pam, it has been over
two years since my husband left and I haven't had sex in all that time.
I know that you have told me that Bill isn't a very good lover but at
least you have some of your needs met and more importantly you have a
closeness and get to be held some."

Pam was shocked at this admission by Bess but it made sense. Bill was
not a very good or inspired lover, but she did have the occasional
small orgasm and she did enjoy being cuddled and held by her husband.
Suddenly she felt terrible for Bess. "I'm sorry, Bess. I..."

Bess' anger flashed, "Don't you dare feel sorry for me. I admit that I
was watching the sex tape and giving myself a little pleasure. I know
you once told me you never do that, but I don't have your options do I?"

Then Bess walked up and hugged Pam. "Why do you think I enjoy our
friendship so much, "she whispered in Pam's ear. "I need the closeness.
I'm your friend Pam, and your hugs are the only human touch I get. I
know you were shocked when I got in the shower with you the other day
but I just need to be held."

Pam' felt a love and need she had never felt before. It was almost like
a surrender. Something she had never felt before. She hugged her friend
tightly. "I'm here for you Bess, I'll help you anyway I can."

Bess straightened up. "Good, Pam. I know I can depend on you to do just
what I say, and to help me. Just like I'm helping you with your needs
and uncertainties.' Bess pulled away, "Time for our workout, Pam. Let's
hurry so we can put some of this furniture together later."

In the basement both women disrobed. Bess noted with satisfaction that
Pam didn't even pause before stripping off her bra and panties. Pam
dutifully hung both women's clothes in the closet. Bess smiled at Pam
when the housewife handed her the paddle without being asked.

After almost two weeks the routine was going much faster, and Pam's
exercise form was almost perfect. She was only slapped with the paddle
a couple of times.

After the work out Pam was breathing hard. Bess hadn't broken a
sweat. "Pam, I want you to 'assume the position' ." Pam not
understanding said, "Why?"

"That's exactly 'Why' Pam. You had the nerve to question me upstairs
and again now."

"I'm sorry Bess. Please..."

"NOW, Pam!"

With a droop of her shoulders and a look of resignation and shame on
her face Pam draped herself over the bench.

Bess couldn't help but notice that Pam's ass seemed firmer and stuck up
invitingly. Bess felt a delicious shiver run through her as she raised
the paddle high then brought it down making a resounding slap sound in
the basement. Pam jerked and whimpered as the paddle began its return
trip to the top of the arc, poised silently for a moment, then with a
whooshing sound returned to the soft rounded buttocks that looked so
beautiful, so vulnerable.

By the time Bess had finished, Pam was crying openly. Sweat had begun
to form on the athletic tormentor. But there was something else. During
the last few swats of the paddle, it seemed that Pam's ass had not
rocked to avoid the paddle, but had, in fact risen off the bench in an
almost imperceptible movement to reach out towards the pain causing
instrument. Almost a movement of welcome!!

Bess pulled Pam from the bench and held her tightly. "It's OK love, its
Ok," Bess cooed in the sobbing Pam's ear.

The naked women stopped for a cold drink in the kitchen, then made
their way to "Pam's room."

Once there they assembled the bed frame and talked about painting the
furniture and walls. Pam said that she could sew some slip covers if
Bess would get some material for the couch. Then she said she would
like to make a matching bedspread. The two naked women made some
measurements of the bed and couch. Then Bess said, "Let's hit the
shower, you will need to be going soon."

In the shower Bess washed Pam gently and was rewarded by Pam who was
much less inhibited about running a soapy washcloth and even her soapy
hands on Bess' body. Pam even commented about how hard Bess' muscles
were. Bess told her that Pam would soon be able to feel the long hard
muscles on her own body. As they dried each other Bess told Pam that
working out made you much aware of your body and she was sure that Pam
would find herself looking at herself and running her hands over her
own body as her exercising continued. "That's just a byproduct of being
aware of your own physicality. "For the first time in your life you
will start to love your own body Pam," stated Bess as she began the
ritual of rubbing cream into the bright red ass that was lying on her
bed.

At the door Pam pulled on her dress and stuffed her bra and panties
into her pocket.

Bess hugged her then noticed some grime on Pam's dress. "Pam what is
that?"

Pam looked and replied that it was some mess that one of her little
students had made grabbing her during class.

"Yes, I've noticed little messes on your clothes in the past. I don't
want that mess in my spotless house. Since we are going to be painting
and cleaning your room for the next few days and you already have so
much laundry to do between Bill, the girls and I-- let's have a new
rule. When you come into my house not only will you take off your
shoes, but you will also strip and hang ALL of your clothes on this
hook by the door. Understand?"

"Yes, Bess."

"Good! Tomorrow is not work out day so we can have great fun starting
to fix up your room," Bess smiled at Pam.

Pam hugged her neighbor and dashed out the door. She was beginning to
enjoy the feel of her breasts swinging naturally as she walked home.

****

The next day Pam hurried home from the pre-school and after dropping
her purse and school bag at her home she literally skipped across the
yards to Bess' house. She pulled off her shoes, and started to call out
for Bess. Then she remembered, she paused for a minute at the back
door, then pulled off her dress. She fingered the straps of her bra for
a moment then with resolve pulled down the straps, spun the bra so the
clasp was in front and unhooked it. After hanging the dress and bra on
the hook she pushed down her panties and hung them up as well.

Bess was at the top of the stairs waiting for her. "Howdy, my naked
neighbor, come on up to your room and let me show you what I bought
this morning. Pam felt more naked than usual. The daylight was
streaming in Bess' windows, until now it had been dark as the women had
walked through the house naked. Plus Bess was wearing her usual work
out clothes. Until now they had always been naked together. Now only
Pam stood, in glorious nudity, in the brightness of the noonday sun.

"I only have a couple of hours then I have to pick up the girls," said
Pam.

"That's OK, I'll come with you later, maybe I'll buy the girls another
ice cream cone."

Bess showed Pam how she had arranged the room and a dark red enamel
paint that she had begun painting all of the furniture in. "Help me
paint with this delicious color Pam."

"Are you sure about the color Bess?" asked Pam as she picked up a brush
and knelt beside the unpainted vanity.

"PAM! Have you forgotten so quickly. We can make time for a trip to the
basement if you need it. I work hard all morning for you and you
continue to question me!"

"I'm sorry Bess, please forgive me... Please, Bess, tell me why we are
using this color."

"That's better Pam. Tomorrow when we are downstairs for our work out
I'll remind you again about being polite to me. Now as for this color,
I have a great idea about this room that will make it very striking. We
will use only three colors in the room. The blood red we have here,
white and black. I know that you wanted pastels and frilly ruffles, but
I want simplicity and boldness. I think it suits the new Pam. Don't
you? Save the ruffles and pastels for your house with the girls and
Bill. I want this room to be different from what you have at home."
Bess continued, "I got the material for the slip cover and the
bedspread in the bag over there."

Pam jumped to see the material Bess had bought and in doing so her
paint covered brush bumped her thigh leaving a slash of red across it.

"See why I wanted you naked Pam," laughed Bess. "Be careful, you don't
want to get covered in paint." Bess reached out with her brush and
dabbed it across Pam's stomach.

Pam, getting into the spirit, lunged towards Bess with her brush, but
the athletic small woman easily dodged the brush and hit Pam on the
right breast with another splash of red. Pam moved towards Bess again
laughing, but Bess jumped behind her and ran the brush down her spine
from shoulder blades into the valley formed by the roundness of Pam's
upper buttocks.

"Stop Pam, before I get you completely covered. I'm too fast for you.
Lets look at the material," Bess laughed.

Bess pulled yards of black satin material out of the bag. "Can you sew
this?"

"Sure, but..." Pam caught herself before she asked the question. She
looked up and smiled at her neighbor, "Yes Bess."

"Very good, Pam. And we will paint the walls white. Let's get back to
painting. Why are you wiggling around so much."

"That damn paint on my back is running down, you know where!"

Bess laughed, "You mean in the crack of your ass Pam? Then say it."

Pam blushed, "Ok, I've got paint running down the crack of my ass."

Both women erupted into laughter and went back to painting the
furniture.

Soon it was time to pick up the girls. "Not enough time for a shower
Pam. That paint has dried so put on your clothes and lets go get your
girls."

The bright red slashes of paint against Pam's soft white skin had given
Bess another idea. For later.

Bess walked Pam back to her house carrying the bag of material.

The two women had a fun afternoon with Pam's kids, but both were very
aware that under Pam's clothes, her skin was decorated with splotches
of garish color. At the ice cream parlor Bess noticed a poster of a
clown holding a bunch of red balloons. She leaned over to Pam and
whispered, "Those balloons match the crack of your ass." Pam blushed
and whispered back, "my whole backside was that color after you
finished with the paddle the other night." Bess smiled back and
replied, "I think you kind of liked it." Pam didn't reply but Bess did
notice her squirming in her seat.

The next night was a workout night and Pam arrived after making sure
her family was in for the evening. She quickly stripped at the back
door and headed for the basement. She found Bess already working out
and soon she was also well into her exercises. Bess began adding some
weight to Pam's routine and demanded more repetitions of each
exercise. "We are making progress Pam. After the work out we will get
the "week two" measurements, then I owe you a reminder about
questioning me."

Bess watched Pam carefully. She really had the routine down and as much
as she would have liked to give her a smack, Pam gave her no reason.
What was surprising was how Pam looked. Even during the most awkward
exercises the naked housewife had the ability to look sexy. Something
about how she held her body, the curves and lines made her look very
smooth even when she was bent in the most obscene and revealing
positions. Bess finally couldn't stand not controlling Pam, so she
criticized Pam's toe raises. During this exercise Pam had a weight bar
on her shoulder and she had to rise to the balls of her feet from a
foot flat on the floor position. The exercise worked the calf muscles,
the back of the thighs and the ass as the buttocks squeezed tight at
full extension.

"Smack", the paddle fell onto Pam's exposed ass. "Pam you are not
staying on the balls off your feet long enough. This exercise will
really shape your legs, do it right!" The paddle smacked down again.

After the routine was over Bess measured and weighed Pam and recorded
the data on the chart. Pam had lost another 4 pounds and 1/2 inch from
her waist. The other measurements hadn't changed. "You're making
progress Pam."

"I know, I can tell a difference. I have more energy and my clothes
fell a little loose," the housewife replied, clearly proud of herself.

"Your chest hasn't increased but I think that your tits look a little
firmer. Do your bras feel any tighter?"

Pam blushed at the word Bess used but replied, "I can't tell any
difference, but you were right about being more aware of my body. I
catch myself looking in the mirror a lot more than I ever did before."

"That's natural for people who work out, Pam. You'll find yourself
touching and rubbing your body too. You will just feel more physical."
Then Bess added with a harshness in her voice, "Assume the position. I
have to remind you about questioning me like I told you I would. I
wouldn't want you to think you could get away with anything."

Pam looked at Bess with trepidation but silently bent over the bench.

Bess gently rubbed Pam's proffered ass with one hand then quickly
slammed the paddle down with the other. Between each stroke Bess
caressed the reddening ass flesh, then popped it hard. Pam sobbed but
didn't object. After a dozen strokes Bess dropped the paddle and
dropped to her knees behind her whimpering neighbor. "Don't move," she
whispered urgently to Pam. Slowly Bess took one of Pam's ass cheeks
into each hand. She could feel the heat from the paddling as she held
the soft flesh. Slowly she pulled the cheeks apart. Pam could feel
Bess' breath on the pubic hair hidden deep in her crack. Then Pam felt
a finger gently touch her asshole and run down to the fleshy folds of
her vulva.

Pam's body jerked and she cried, "What are you doing?"

Bess jumped to her feet, "Questioning me again!!,' she shouted and
began to rain bare handed slaps down on the tender flesh. Pam began to
bawl. In a few moments Bess stopped and pulled Pam to her feet. She
hugged her hard. "You missed some of the paint from yesterday. I was
just looking to see, so you could wash up in the shower."

Pam begged forgiveness and Bess told her it was OK now. Pam had paid
the penalty. Bess held her neighbor and stroked her hair. But Bess knew
something else. She had smelled the smell of female arousal on Pam and
her finger had felt a wetness between those beautiful legs that was
slick. It wasn't the moisture of sweat, it was the moisture of vaginal
lubrication.

"Let's go get a shower and I'll get that paint off of you, love," Bess
said as she draped her arm around Pam's naked waist and led her up the
stairs.

In the shower Bess decided to take their relationship to a new level.
She knew that Pam was aroused even if her conservative neighbor didn't
realize it herself. This wasn't about sex, it was about control. All of
the things that Bess had made Pam do was because she got off on
controlling her neighbor. All the things that Pam did willingly were,
at their basic level, about giving up control. The cooking, the
cleaning, the diet; and even the nudity and the spanking were not about
sex. They were about getting Pam to do what Bess wanted her to do.
About Pam surrendering to Bess. It could have just as easily been about
money or what car to drive. But Bess had stumbled upon something very
powerful. Control of the thing that is most precious to a person, their
body. Bess had taken control of Pam's body in many ways: Things like
what to eat and being naked. Bess was controlling, as much as possible,
what Pam's body would look like. Those were very powerful things.
Giving up that kind of control, or taking that kind of control of
someone was not easy. But Bess wanted it. She wanted to know that kind
of control and power. She had never had it before. Everyone else in her
life had run away from her dominating personality. But in her neighbor
she had found someone who needed to give up control. Give up the battle
that ground on in her life, day after day. Bess had no doubt despite
the uncomfortable things Pam did at her house, that Pam enjoyed her
time here. Looked forward to it as a time when she could turn off the
life that weighed so heavily upon her.

Now Bess thought it was time to go further go "inside" the person, take
control of some part of the soul. The way to get to that part of Pam
was through her family or through her morals. Bess knew better than to
screw around with the maternal instinct. Bess knew that you didn't
threaten a mother's children or fool with their relationship, because
you would surely lose. Besides, Bess genuinely liked Pam's kids and
thought that Pam did a good job with them. So there had to be another
way, perhaps Pam's sense of morals might be the key. And what greater
moral issue did people have than sex? What was more personal?

Bess was not bisexual, but she appreciated Pam's beauty and she was
lonely for human touch. She could do this. Bess smiled as she steered
Pam into the shower. Yes, sex was the tool that she would use to get
literally and figuratively inside her neighbor and bind her to the
control they both had begun to explore and both seemed to need. Sex
plus the controls like punishment already being used would make Pam
hers. "Finally, someone just for me," thought Bess. "Someone, for at
least part of the time, I can make into anything I want." The thought
made Bess shiver as she said hugged herself to the now wet Pam and
cooed, "let me help you get that spot of red paint off, love."

Pam was feeling confused. She loved her time at Bess' house. She was so
free here, without worry, without having to make the right decision or
say the right thing. Bess took care of all of it. Doing the mindless
tasks Bess had her do was not burdensome, in fact it was liberating.
She didn't mind the work or the workout, she rather enjoyed it. The
spanking had been a shock at first, but it made her feel like a little
girl as well. At some level she knew she deserved to be punished. The
warm blush on her ass that she could feel even now, hurt, but wasn't
hurtful. Was that crazy, or was it just more of being free? Knowing
that someone would praise and punish you. Lead you in the right
direction. And the nudity. Again she had been unsure at first, but now
she couldn't wait to get over here so she could strip off her clothes.
One afternoon, with Bill at work and the kids still at school, she had
tried walking around her own home naked. But it just didn't feel the
same. She was presented with reminders of the girls and Bill at every
turn. She just felt silly. But when she came to Bess' house being naked
seemed wonderful, freeing. And she was beginning to enjoy her body. She
felt better about herself physically. It seemed naughty at Bess' house,
but it felt right. And she was feeling sexier than ever before in her
life. Even sexier than when she was in college. Not a night went by now
that she didn't wish that Bill would make love to her. But he was stuck
in his once a week rut. At least Bess enjoyed the freedom with her,
something Bill would never understand. Her mind snapped back as Bess
slowly released her from a long hug. Pam's breasts regaining their
pendulous shape as Bess stepped back. Bess picked up the soap and wash
cloth. Leaned forward to peck Pam on the lips with a sweet kiss and
said, "Bend over Pam, let me get that paint."

Pam bent over, hands on her knees. Bess watched the water splash on
Pam's back, run down her sides and form little rivulets as the water
rushed down the swelling sides of Pam's tits. It was sexy watching the
water pour off of the lowest point. Little streams of water fell from
the tips of Pam's brown nipples. Nipples that were noticeably hard.

Bess kneeled down in the shower and soaped the wide curves of Pam's ass
with the wash cloth. Pam wiggled a little. "Still tender Pam? You are
still red from the spanking, buts it's a pretty hue." Pam just mumbled
something Bess couldn't understand.

With the soap washed off Bess leaned forward and lightly kissed each
cheek of Pam's ass.

"OK Pam reach back and spread your cheeks so I can dig out that paint."

Pam hesitated. "Do it! Its not like I haven't seen you," hissed Bess.

Pam reached back and halfheartedly spread her buttocks. Bess grabbed
Pam's hands and spread the cheeks wide. "Hold it there, Pam"

Reaching up with the warm soapy washcloth Bess began to run the
material from The top of the crack between Pam's buttocks all the way
down and under until the washcloth covered Pam's pubic hair. She kept a
steady pressure as she rubbed the cloth up and back-- over and over
again. It didn't take long before Pam's breath was coming in ragged
gasps. The simulation of the coarse material and the slick of the water
and soap soon had Pam's entire crotch warm and tingly.

"Is... I... Isss it clean... y... y... yetttt?" Pam moaned.

"No not yet, stand still and close your eyes, just a little while
longer."

Pam closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. The washcloth continued to
make pass after pass. God, Bess is getting me off. I'm about to have an
orgasm, thought Pam.

"Besssss, please, what. OHHH stop OOHH."

The movement continued driving her crazy and finally it happened. Pam
didn't want it to, but she couldn't help herself. Her orgasm swept over
her, causing her knees to buckle and to lose feeling in her hips and
legs. No feeling except the delicious warmth that was spreading outward
from deep in her belly.

As Pam staggered Bess dropped the cloth, grabbed her neighbor and
lowered her down on the shower floor. Bess Cradled Pam in her lap.
Pam's thighs flopped open uncontrolled as shivers of orgasm continued
to flow through the body of the middle-aged mother. Bess looked down.
Pam's labia were slightly swollen and reddish from the blood that had
engorged her female organs during orgasm. The pussy lips were pouty and
visible in the wet mat of pubic hair, as the shower water continued to
beat down on the women.

Bess let her hand trail down the beautiful body to Pam's cunt. Gently
she let a finger trail between the folds of Pam's pussy. Pam was still
coming down from her orgasm and unaware of the invading finger. Bess
slowly let her finger push between the folds until it was buried to the
first knuckle. "God, Pam's pussy felt like silk," thought Bess, "It is
like my finger is stuck in hot butter. What a wonderful cunt this woman
has, it makes me understand why some women are lesbians."

Bess rocked the tip of her finger in and out of Pam a few times.

Pam had buried her face in Bess' neck and was only now gaining control
of her breathing.

"Let see if I can get her to cum again," thought Bess.

She buried her finger to the second knuckle, and this time Pam shifted
slightly.

Bess changed her tactic and slowly rotated her finger in a circular
motion inside the cunt of Pam. The circles were small and Pam's arms
held Bess a little tighter.

Pam was coming down from her orgasm and felt the pressure of Bess'
finger as it gently spun inside her.

"Bess," Pam moaned. Her mind was a mass of conflicting emotions. "This
is wrong. I shouldn't... you shouldn't... "

"Pam it is OK, you need this. I'm telling you to do it. Listen to me,
its OK. You know that you need to do as I say. Close your eyes relax,
enjoy the feeling. It's OK. You're so good. This is just for you and me
it has nothing to do with your life outside my house." Pam was amazed
at the feeling of Pam's cunt walls. Her finger was now buried to the
hilt in Pam. Bess stopped the circular motion and began moving her
finger into the traditional fucking in/out movement. Pam's pussy was
very wet and the heat that Bess felt on her finger was amazing. Despite
being slick with lubrication the skin of Pam's cunt clasped at Bess'
fingers. How could a cunt so wet be so grasping? It felt like liquid
velvet on her finger.

Using her other hand Bess spread Pam's legs a little further giving her
invading palm more room. Pam didn't resist and began moaning on Bess'
shoulder. Bess pushed the heel of her palm down and began applying
pressure to Pam's clit. Very quickly Bess felt more wetness surround
her finger, and then another shudder wracked through Pam's body.

It was quiet in the shower. Only the sound of the splashing water,
Bess' excited breath, and quite sobs from the housewife and mother who
had just had her first orgasm with someone other than her husband. The
glow in her body couldn't hide the fact that she knew some new door in
her life had been opened, and some of the old parts of her life were
forever changed.

After resting, the women dried off. Pam couldn't look Bess in the eye.
But the routine took over and soon Pam was lying on the bed while Bess
massaged her abused ass with lotion. Only tonight Bess allowed her
lotion covered fingers to trail between Pam's buttocks and across her
ass and cunt. Bess didn't finger her again but caressed her tenderly as
if to show that it was all right.

Finally Bess whispered, "Time to go, Pam."

The routine got back to normal. At the back door Bess hugged Pam
goodnight and Pam slipped into her dress, sans undergarments. "Pam, you
are exercising well. Only your toe raises are not up to par. Tomorrow
is not a workout day but I know a way to help you with that exercise.
Its really important for your calves, thighs and butt." Bess looked
into Pam's face, trying to read her emotions. Bess could tell that Pam
was still unsure of some of the evening's events, so Bess added, "And
remember-- what goes on here between you and me is special. It has
nothing to do with anything across that property line."

Pam sighed, smiled for the first time since the shower and ran across
the yards, back to her family. She wanted to see if her girls had
gotten to sleep. Even with those family thoughts, before she crossed
into her own yard Pam realized that her bouncing tits under her dress
felt good and her nipples were hard.

Acquisition 4/38 (BDSM, NC, WS, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter


The next afternoon Pam had to stay late at the pre-school. She called
Bess and told her that she would be over after picking up the girls and
could stay until about 5:00. That would give them about two hours
before Pam had to go home and make dinner for Bill and the girls. While
Pam was at Bess' house the girls could be home alone doing their
homework, talking on the phone and watching TV. Bess said that was OK,
but Pam shouldn't make a habit out of changing their time together or
Pam would have to be punished. But Bess also said she appreciated what
a good mother Pam was. These kinds of statements kept Pam on the edge
and off balance. Bess was demanding yet understanding; capable of
punishing her and praising her. Off balance was right where Bess wanted
Pam.

After getting her girls started on their homework after school, Pam
went across the yards. Inside the back door she removed her clothes and
with some trepidation called out for Bess. "I'm up working on your
room," came a shout from upstairs.

Pam hurried up the stairs and almost bumped into Bess at the top of the
stairs. Bess was wearing her usual sweat pants and shirt, and blocked
Pam so she was two steps from the top. That way Bess was looking down
from a superior position. "You have lots of energy Pam. That comes from
working out. But running up the stairs your tits were bouncing all over
the place. I thought that they would firm up more by now. I don't
understand but it might be your posture, or the skin tone of your
boobs. I'll work on some ideas to fix that. I want you as nice and
tight as a 37 year old mother can get. But I already have the solution
to the toe raises. Come into your room."

In the room Pam said, "Oh Bess, you have gotten a lot done."

All of the furniture was painted and Bess had started on the walls.
They were snow white. A new mattress was on the bed.

"Yes, I've been working hard for you Pam, I hope you appreciate it.
Look in the closet."

Pam opened the closet door and discovered the "too small" workout
outfit on a hanger and a pair of black 4 inch high heel shoes on the
floor.

"I think that they will fit. Size 8 1/2 right Pam?"

"Yes, but how will this help... " As soon as it was out of her mouth
Pam bit her tongue.

"Pam, looks like tomorrow we will have to have a little reminder in the
basement. But I'll tell you. I want you to wear these all the time that
you are here. Except while working out, I don't want you breaking an
ankle. These will keep your heels up, stretch your hamstrings and make
you keep your butt flexed. It will make a difference. Of course your
toes will have to get used to the pressure and you will need to work on
your balance, but it will work and you WILL wear them. It's for your
own good Pam."

"Put them on and let's get to work on the wall paint."

Pam sat on the old sofa, slipped her feet into the shoes and attached
the ankle straps. She stood up and immediately lost her balance and
flopped back down on the couch. "I've never worn more than a one inch
heel Bess. How can people walk in shoes like this?"

Bess looked at her sprawled naked on the couch and laughed. "Practice,
practice, practice, Pam. You'll get the hang of it, let me help."

Bess stood next to the couch and helped Pam to her feet. She held Pam's
elbow as the woman got her balance. Pam now stood a foot taller than
the tiny Bess. She led Pam in a small circle. Pam was awkward and took
halting steps.

"This make me want to pitch forward, Bess. But I can feel the tightness
in my legs."

"Good, they are doing their job. They will make you stand up straighter
as well. keep your center of gravity over the shoes, you can't lean
forward."

Pam began getting the hang of the balance and was soon walking
unassisted. Bess watched her carefully. To keep her balance Pam had to
keep her shoulders back, this make her thrust her naked and swinging
tits further outward. It looked as if Pam was now being lead by some
invisible force pulling her by her breasts.

"Well with those on you will be able to paint the high places on the
wall," laughed Bess.

The two women laughed together and went about finishing the wall paint.
Bess would stare at her neighbor when she reached upward. The vision of
Pam naked in black stiletto heels stretching upward, pulling her ass
and tits up and out was amazing. Bess could understand how such a sight
would turn men on. Hell, it was turning her on. Bess made a point to
correct and criticize the job Pam was doing. Making her stretch high
then bend at the waist to paint some place next to the floor. The sight
of her bending over at the waist heels raised, legs stretched and vulva
displayed from the rear was also very erotic. Bess felt a wetness
between her own legs and thought she could see a shine forming on Pam's
pussy.

The women finished the walls of the room. Bess said, "Let's go down
stairs and get some ice water."

At the top of the stairs Pam asked Bess to help her as she was worried
that she might fall. Bess put her arms around Pam and held her as they
walked down the stairs. Pam naked except for her shoes, Bess clothed.
Bess also took the opportunity to let her hands wander over Pam's body.

The women got their drinks and sat on the couch in the living room.
Bess picked up the TV/VCR controller and clicked on the TV. Pictures of
a woman on her hands and knees taking a cock doggy style and sucking
another filled the large screen.

"This is another of my ex's video's. I wouldn't admit this to anyone
but you, Pam, but earlier today I was playing with myself while I
watched it. Do you think it's sexy?"

In one statement Bess had broached the subject of sex and made Pam her
confidant. The manipulation of Pam's feelings continued.

Pam eyes were locked on the screen. "Bess, until the other day I had
never seen a movie like this. And to be honest I have never been very
sexual. I was always taught that this kind of stuff was dirty and
wrong."

"Well Pam, I don't think what happened yesterday was dirty. And unlike
you I don't have a man to take care of my needs, so what choice do I
have? I have to masturbate."

Pam blushed at the thought of the shower activity. She had been trying
to keep it out of her mind. And she hadn't masturbated in years. The
thought of Bess playing with herself made her uncomfortable.

"Look Pam, You are all concerned because of your good girl image of
yourself. Well you are a good girl. A great wife and mother. What
happened last night was between two friends. It's not like you were
unfaithful or you hurt anyone. Did Bill suffer? Did the girls? NO! I've
told you again and again, my house is your refuge, don't worry about it
and don't let it bother you. In fact, I'm telling you to be more
accepting of your sexuality. I am."

With that Bess pushed down her pants while sitting next to her naked
neighbor looked back at the screen and began running her fingers
through her pubic hair.

"I love this part, Pam. Watch the woman shake all over when she cums."

Pam looked at the screen, both men were flexing their buttocks and Pam
could tell that they must be coming inside the woman. He could tell
that the men's orgasms had triggered something inside the woman because
her body began to spasm.

"You're lucky, Pam. You have a man, I just have my fingers."

Pam noticed that Bess was strumming her clit with her thumb while one
of her fingers ran up and down her moist slit. Soon Bess was on the
edge.

Bess looked at Pam and said, "Hold me Pam. I need to be held when I
cum."

Pam was filled with panic but Bess grabbed her with her one free arm
and Pam finally wrapped her arms around her friend and held her
gingerly.

Bess whimpered and Pam felt the orgasm flow through her friend's
body. "Strange," Pam thought, "Bill shudders the exact same way when we
make love."

"Thank you Pam, I needed to be held like that."

Pam didn't know what to say so she simply said, "I'm glad I was here
for you Bess."

"Pam you know how last night... I sort of did you. Do you think you
could do that for me."

Pam thought for a minute. "Bess I can hold you like I just did, but I
don't think I can put my hands or fingers... you know."

"I understand Pam. If you would hold me sometimes, I would appreciate
that." The women smiled at each other tenderly.

Bess continued, "I don't mind doing what I did last night for you."

Pam stuttered, I'm not... let me think... "

"I know, I understand. But if there is a way we could hold each other
and... you know... without having to use our... well hands and
fingers... could we do that? Um... If we didn't have to touch... just
hold..."

"Yes, I would like that, Bess. I know how lonely you are."

Bess didn't say anything. She wanted Pam blissfully unaware. Bess was
remembering a scene on another one of her ex's videos. A scene between
two women. Yes that would work. She was sure that her overprotected
neighbor had probably never seen one of those things. It wouldn't be
touching technically. It would be better than touching.

The two women hugged.

Bess laughed, breaking the tension, "I wonder where they get women to
do these things." pointing at the screen where two new men had taken
the place of the ones who had dropped their loads into the cheap
looking blonde.

Pam blushed, "They must be prostitutes."

Bess smiled and clicked off the video, "Well I'm sure that some are,
but a couple of the videos my ex left are labeled 'Amateur wives and
girlfriends'." Bess paused for a second. "Wow, that would be something
wouldn't it." Then she quickly continued, "lets see if the paint is dry
and then you need to put up your shoes and head home. Do you have my
menu for you and your family?"

"Yes Bess. It's really a help, you listing everything for me."

Bess followed Pam up the stairs, watching her heart shaped ass and taut
legs swing on every step.

A few minutes later, at the back door Bess said. I owe you a paddling
tomorrow, and I have some ideas about how to tighten up your boobs.
Other than that, you're doing great. Stay on the diet."

"I will Bess. Its hard, I'm hungry all the time."

"Thank you for holding me today, Pam. We really need each other, you
know."

"Yes, I know," Pam whispered as she headed out the door.

****

That evening Pam finished sewing the slip cover for the old couch and
also tacked black satin to an old comforter she had gotten out of her
attic. It made a perfect bedspread. Bill noticed her sewing and asked
her what she was making. She just replied some things for her pre-
schoolers to play with. She didn't like lying to her husband, but this
was part of her and Bess' time together. It had nothing to do with
Bill, she reasoned to herself. She couldn't wait to have her own hide-a-
way at her neighbor's house.

The next day, after an afternoon and evening with her family, Pam
headed to Bess'. She kissed her husband on the cheek and said I'm going
for my workout. Bill looked up from the TV and said, "You sure are
getting into shape; you've been exercising and dieting for over two
weeks. You're making me look bad."

Pam smiled brightly, "Well I want to be the same size as when we got
married Bill. And it's good for the girls to know that taking care of
yourself is important." But Pam knew that those arguments were only
secondary to the reliance on Bess that she felt. Bill turned back to
the TV as Pam quietly exited their home for the rest of the evening.

Soon she was naked in Bess' basement working hard on her exercises.
Tonight Bess took liberties with Pam's body as they went through their
routine. Bess' hands touched, stroked, pushed and moved Pam's body
almost constantly. Before tonight Bess had been careful not to be too
overt in touching Pam. She had held her arms and legs and even
occasionally pushed on Pam's buttocks but that was all. Sexy but not
overtly sexual. But tonight the strong hands of Bess stroked Pam's
legs; squeezed her arms and ass cheeks, and often trailed across her
breasts and stomach until Bess' fingers combed the top of Pam's pubic
hair. On several occasions when Pam was bending over doing an exercise
Bess actually cupped Pam's hanging full breasts. Even pinching Pam's
nipple on one occasion. All of this was done in the context of
exercising, but 1 and 1/2 hours of constant touching had its effect on
both women. It was like 90 minutes of foreplay.

After the workout was over, with no paddling, Bess reminded Pam about
yesterday's questioning. Without being told Pam draped herself across
the bench. When Bess didn't move Pam looked at her. Bess nodded towards
a table across the room. Pam realized why Bess was waiting. As Bess
tapped her foot impatiently Pam jumped up ran and got the paddle on the
table and brought it back to Bess. Then she laid back on the bench. And
whispered, "I'm sorry Bess, I'll try to do better."

"Damn," Bess thought, "the bitch is really getting into this." Pam had
her ass arched as high as possible. Higher than ever before and Bess
could see the wetness between the exposed pussy flesh.

"I think we are both going to enjoy this Pam," and the first of many
blows rained down on the upturned buttocks.

Bess worked on ass cheek then the other then back again. Pam was
howling in pain, but she squirmed and fluid was dripping from her
snatch onto the vinyl covered weight bench. Finally Bess stopped. Pam's
ass was bright red.

Through sobs Pam asked, "Bess are you done?"

Bess replied coolly, "Do you want me to be done?"

"Oh yes,... well... it hurts so much... but I need it I know... I don't
know Bess... I don't know," and the middle-aged wife didn't move but
Bess saw her raise her ass even higher as an invitation.

Bess smacked her one more time then said, "Get up. I have a new
punishment. It won't hurt the same was as paddling but it will hurt;
and at the same time it should help you with those loosey goosey tits
of yours."

Pam stood and Bess held her until the crying subsided.

With red rimed eyes from crying Pam said, "what do you want me to do?
Whatever it is I know you will take care of me and I know I deserve
it." Bess noted that Pam's voice had a little girl like quality to it
as she made that statement.

Bess had an idea and while she hadn't worked out all the details she
quickly directed Pam to lie face down on another bench that was very
narrow. "Are you going to paddle me some more?"

"No Pam, just lie there."

Bess reached under Pam's chest and tugged on her breasts until one fell
on each side of the narrow bench. Pam's tits hung towards the floor
dangling in the two foot space between the bench and tile floor.

Bess pulled the table behind the bench. With her strength it was easy
for Bess lift Pam's legs onto the table. This placed Pam at an angle,
head down and legs a foot or so above. The lowest point on Pam's body
was her hanging breasts.

Pam had to keep her abdomen flexed to keep from falling between the
bench and table. She didn't know how long she could hold that position.
When she said that, Bess told her not to move, and she had better hold
herself up or there would be hell to pay.

Bess sat on the floor at Pam's head.

"Pam," Bess said to the straining housewife, "we need to make your tits
firmer and the exercise just isn't doing it. This will punish you and
help you at the same time." She looked directly into Pam's straining
face which was only inches from her own. "Breast tissue has some but
not a lot of blood vessels for the tissue volume. What I want is to
force as much blood as I can into your tits. Making them the lowest
point on your body your blood will naturally run into your tits. I'm
going to help by stroking downward. This will force the blood further
down and the massaging will cause the blood vessels to dilate slightly
enabling more blood to flow."

Bess continued seeing that this physiology mumbo-jumbo seemed to be
calming Pam. "Your tits will start to throb. That's your punishment.
But it will also make them firmer and perhaps even a little bigger and
more sensitive." Bess didn't know about most of the bullshit she had
just made up, but she happily began manipulating Pam's generous boobs.
She figured that Pam was naive enough to believe it.

For herself, Bess really didn't mind having a flat chest. It made her a
better athlete. Tits like Pam's must get in the way and give a person a
backache. But they were nice to look at and play with.

Bess, using both hands opened widely, grasped Pam's tits as far up as
she could at their wide base. Then she deliberately and firmly pulled
her hands toward the floor squeezing them together has she went. The
effect was the same as a farmer milking a cow, but in this case the
udder was a big tit many times the size of a cow's teat. Bess stroked
and pulled on one breast and then the other. To her amazement she could
feel Pam's tits expanding. It actually worked. Of course when Pam stood
up the blood pressure would be relieved and Pam's tits would return to
normal. But even a normal Pam had a nice chest.

Bess was amazed, after numerous hard pulls on each breast the skin that
she was pulling was as taut as a drum. The flesh was engorged, and
becoming sensitive if Pam's wiggling was any indication.

"Bess," Pam whispered, "I can't hold this position any more. My stomach
and legs are cramping."

"OK, Pam, just a minute more!" This is wild, Bess thought. I need to
see what this looks like. She had an idea. Bess jumped up and reached
over Pam's body to the table. In a small drawer there was some paper,
pencils, plastic tape and heavy rubber bands. Bess pulled out two of
the heaviest rubber bands she could find. She dropped back to the floor.

Bess could tell that Pam's muscles were about to fail, so she quickly
pulled a heavy band wide open and pushed it up Pam's left breast until
it reached her abdomen. She released the band and repeated the
entrapment on the right breast. As the second band snapped on, Pam's
legs gave out and her feet fell off the table to the floor. Pam used
her hands on the bench to steady herself and raised the top half of her
body up to regain her balance.

Bess was sitting on the floor looking at Pam's face. Pam was on her
knees leaning forward. Her weight was supported by her knees and her
arms. Pam had a hold of each side of the narrow bench. Her arms were
straight supporting her. Since the bench was so narrow Pam's breasts
were trapped between her elbows. Squeezed together in the middle. A
classic nude pose. As Bess' gaze moved down from Pam's beautiful
sweating face the sight that greeted her eyes was astonishing. Bess let
out an involuntary, "Oh my Gawd."

Capped by hard brown nipples were a pair of tits that would do any
stripper proud. They were fully 25% bigger than their normal size. The
skin was so tight it shone. The tightness was lifting them higher on
Pam's body. And they were no longer pale white, but a gorgeous dark
pink getting darker all of the time.

Pam saw Bess' reaction and sat back on her haunches, dropping her arms
to her sides. Like the heavy ball used to knock buildings down Pam's
tits swung back with her, then hitting the bottom, began to gain
momentum and swing back upward. Finally stopping with the nipples
pointing towards the ceiling. They paused, held for a second, stopped
by their own inertia, then began the arc downward. Only now Pam had
shifted on her knees so a new vector to the side was added to the most
pendulous things either woman had ever seen attached to a body. It was
as if they moved in slow motion with a physics all of their own.
Swinging diagonally across her body they came to momentary rest when
they hit Pam's arm then began slowly speeding up like a train, back
across to the other side, hard pebble nipples mesmerizing Bess as they
moved in what looked like a slow motion replay.

"OH, my," was all Pam could say.

Both women just stared for a few moments at Pam's tits.

Then recovering from the muscle strain, Pam said, "Ouch Bess this
hurts. They feel like they are going to pop."

"What feels like its going to pop, Pam?"

"My breasts, Ouch."

"Pam, those are tits. If I have ever seen anything that should be
called tits, those are them."

Pam whispered, "My tits hurt."

"Good, that's your punishment. Let's go get our shower."

Bess couldn't keep her eyes off of the balloons that sat on Pam's chest
as they walked upstairs. The jiggling caused by climbing the steps did
amazing things to the movement of the flesh.

Once in the shower Bess noted that the pink of the breast had turned to
red. She would have to get those rubber bands off before some real
damage was done. But she figured she still had a few minutes. Bess
immediately soaped up two washcloths and facing Pam began rubbing each
of the expanded orbs. She used a large circular motion as if she were
waxing her car.

Pam immediately began to moan, "It hurts." But the moans were not
entirely from pain. It was if the tautness of her breasts and nipples
created a direct connection to her pussy. As Bess continued stroking,
Pam's legs buckled. Despite the pain and without being touched between
her legs, a medium sized orgasm wracked her body. Bess stopped rubbing
and watched Pam's face. The housewife's eyelids fluttered and her jaw
went slack. Soft mews escaped from between Pam's lips.

"Wow," Bess thought as the needle spray splashed on the women. Drops of
water leaped off the taut skin, looking as if it were bouncing up from
a now very red trampoline.

Bess pulled Pam from the shower and quickly dried her. When the rough
cloth touched her tits a gasp of pain escaped from Pam.

"Go lie down Pam I will rub the lotion on your ass, then free your
tits."

Pam went into the bedroom while Bess quickly dried off. Once dry Bess
entered the bedroom and found Pam standing next to the bed.

Pam looked at Bess with tears in her eyes, "I can't lie down on my
front."

The red tits were beginning to take on a purple hue.

"OK, lie on your back I'll get you free."

Pam laid on her back, tits reaching for the sky. They looked like
balloons that someone had glued to her body Bess straddled her friend's
waist and dug her fingers under the tits looking for the bands. She
finally found one but the flesh was so engorged that she couldn't slip
it over the huge bulge in Pam's breast. Bess reached over to her
bedside table and grabbed some toe nail clippers. Holding the flesh
back she clipped the band. It flew halfway across the room. Worried
now, Bess quickly repeated the process on the other breast. As that
band shot to the far wall, Pam's screams shook the bedroom. The blood
was released and it felt to Pam as if a thousand needles had been
plunged into her sensitive breasts and nipples. Pam curled into a fetal
position and screamed and screamed and screamed.

At first Bess was frightened that Pam might be hurt, but as she saw
Pam's breasts begin to turn a healthy pink, she knew that the abused
wife would be OK. Bess also knew that it had to hurt like hell.

As Pam's pain began to subside and her wailing lessened, Bess got the
lotion and began rubbing it into Pam's forgotten but still red ass.
Since Pam was curled up, she massaged the parts she could reach.
Finally she pulled Pam from her fetal position and laid on the bed with
her, holding her gently. Then she had Pam roll onto her back. Her tits
had returned to their normal size, but they were still pink rather than
pale white. Bess picked up the lotion again and said, "we don't want
any stretch marks so I'm going to rub some lotion in very gently, OK."

Pam responded with a sigh and a soft' "Ok, but gently please."

Bess squirted generous amounts of lotion on the abused breasts and her
hands. Then very gently stroked the lotion to spread it around the tit
flesh. Something interesting happened. Pam's pain had subsided, but as
soon as Bess touched her tits her nipples became erect and she could
feel an internal tug in her vagina. Her breasts only throbbed a little,
no real pain now, but the connection from tit to twat was still there.
Her breasts, unlike anytime before in her life, were now very sensitive
and sent what felt like little electric charges throughout her body.

Bess knew something was different, because Pam was moaning and had
separated her legs slightly. In moments Pam folded her arms over her
stomach and shuddered. The heel of one of Pam's hands was pressed
against her pubic area. A second orgasm swept through Pam, and Bess
noticed a small amount of fluid leaking from Pam's cunt onto her
bedspread.

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