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Acquisition
by Headhunter

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Acquisition 12/38 (BDSM, NC, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter

On Monday, anxious to see what Bess had bought for her, Pam went to Bess'
immediately after her school day was over. Also, knowing that she would have to
disrobe outside, she wouldn't have to worry about her girls being home.

Once at Bess' backdoor Pam slipped off her clothes and stepped into the house
quickly but not as frantically as before. She was getting used to the routine
and Mr. Odom got an eyeful while sitting at his kitchen table. He decided to get
out the picnic table right then. He knew, seeing the woman's clothes hanging on
the hook beside the door, that Mrs. Henderson would be coming out the door as
naked as she went in.

Once inside Pam rushed up the stairs to her room. She needed to get her heels on
but she also wanted to find out what presents she had.

Bess was waiting for her at the top of the stairs. "Hello, my pet, you're here
early! Are you anxious to see me today?"

"Oh Bess, I'm so excited, I've been itchy and on edge since last night. I don't
know why. I guess I'm excited about seeing what you bought for me."

"Well, let's go see your closet. It's beginning to get quite full."

Bess draped an arm around Pam's naked waist. As they walked to the door, she
said, "Stand up straight, suck in your stomach, shoulders back. I need to keep
reminding you about posture, don't I Pam?"

"I... I... I'm sorry, Bess. Please don't be mad. I can't stand it when you are
disappointed in me."

Bess dropped her hand to Pam's ass and squeezed hard. "Pam, I work so hard for
you and buy you things. I expect you to follow my directions. You know how I
want you to look. Well, I don't want to ruin our fun, so you behave now and
let's enjoy seeing what presents you have."

Pam crossed to her closet and opened the doors. She immediately picked up the
heels from the floor and strapped them onto her feet. As she bent at the waist
Bess slowly caressed the billowy ass of her possession. She really felt like
Pam's ass belonged to her. Beautiful buttocks to touch, caress or paddle at her
whim. Bess even let her fingers run down the crack between the fleshy globes.
Bess was gratified when Pam simply went about the task of putting on the shoes
without even looking up to see what Bess was doing. "I am beginning to get her
trained," Bess thought.

Pam stood up straight. Now she was a foot taller than her neighbor. She was
careful to keep her shoulders back and red tipped breasts thrust forward. Then
Pam looked with glee into the closet. On hangers was the original workout outfit
she had yet to wear. The white silk nightgown. The white nylon jogging shorts,
sports bra and tank top were folded on a shelf. Hanging at the end of the closet
was a sheer white silk blouse, a short black skirt, and a formal looking red
dress. On the floor were Pam's sneakers and another pair of 4 inch heels, their
red hue matching the dress.

"Oh my! All for me, Bess?"

"Yes, my pet. I also have some thigh high stocking to match these outfits, in
your dresser."

"What about underwear, Bess? My stuff from home won't match these nice things."

In an authoritarian voice Bess responded, "Pam we don't want to ruin the look of
these clothes with panty or bra lines. Why do you think it is so important for
you to be nice and firmed up? You won't need to wear anything under these
clothes after we get a few more pounds off of you."

"Can I try them on?" Pam asked, like a child at Christmas.

"Sure. First let's put on a pair of your new stockings."

Pam sat on the bed and removed her shoes while Bess opened a drawer and pulled
out a pair of black hose with a lacy elastic top. Handing them to Pam, Bess
watched as the housewife crossed her legs to reach her feet with the stockings.
Bess smiled as Pam had to spread her legs to reach her toes. There it was! Just
peeking out from behind its hood, a bright red spot. Pam's clit looked slightly
engorged. Bess knew that with very little stimulation the bright red bud would
stand up and be very noticeable. Pam was careful not to run the stockings. After
she had them both on she stepped back into her heels and was ready to try on
clothes. While waiting for Pam to finish with the stockings Bess popped a porno
video into the little TV. "May as well keep her turned on," Bess thought.

Bess handed Pam the white blouse and black skirt. Pam loved the feel of the
expensive, silky blouse against her skin. The dress, while short, was very nice.
Bess had purchased very nice clothes. She wanted Pam to look sexy, not cheap
like a streetwalker. She wanted Pam to help her attract well-to-do,
sophisticated, powerful men, not low-life, blue collar bums.

Pam looked at herself in the mirror. The clothes felt wonderful as expensive
clothes usually do, but the skirt only reached mid thigh and the bright red
nipples that Pam now sported were clearly visible through the blouse.

"Bess, I don't know, I'm not sure if I can wear this anywhere. I mean this would
be OK for a single woman, who was still young, but..."

"God damn it, Pam..." Bess interrupted in a harsh voice, "This is the thanks I
get? I spend my money..." Bess shook her head in mock anger. "Pam, I'm disgusted
with you. Hang up those clothes! This party is over."

Bess stomped to the door, then, looking back at a crestfallen and teary eyed Pam
said, "Come downstairs after you put the clothes back, and bring 'Mr. Friendly'
and some KY Jelly with you."

Bess stomped her way downstairs to punctuate her displeasure.

In just a few minutes Pam was gliding down the stairs wearing only her heels.
She looked like a little girl who had just been scolded by her mother. A big
titted, naked, obscenely sexy little girl. She was greeted by Bess, holding the
paddle. Bess snatched the dildo and lubricant from Pam's hand and said, "You
ungrateful bitch, assume the position over the arm of the couch."

Pam sniffed back a tear and draped herself over the stuffed couch arm. Bess
smacked Pam's ass repeatedly with the paddle, stating, "You must do what I say
Pam... You know that I will take care of you. Never... never... never question
me." Each word was punctuated with a smack of the paddle.

Pam's ass was beginning to color and she was squirming under the barrage. Bess
could tell that Pam was getting wet between her thighs. Bess kicked Pam's legs
further apart with her foot. While Pam moaned from the punishment, Bess leaned
down and squirted some lubricant onto the dildo and, reaching between Pam's
legs, tried to insert it into her. The position was awkward. Paddling with one
hand and trying to find the opening to her cunt was impossible. Frustrated by
her clumsiness, Bess finally told Pam to reach under her body with her hand and
guide the dildo into herself. Pam, crying in shame, embarrassment and pain, did
as she was told and guided the slick rubber cock into her cunt channel. It
slipped in easily. Pam adjusted her position on the arm to get more comfortable.
Standing behind Pam, Bess continued to paddle but she smiled to herself. She
could see only an inch of the flesh colored dildo extending out of Pam's labia.

She spanked Pam several more times then got the strap that she used to bind Pam
and tightly bound Pam's arms behind her back. Pulling Pam to her feet she
ordered the housewife to walk around the room with, "...proper posture, and you
had better not let 'Mr. Friendly' slip out or you will get your ass whipped even
harder."

Standing, Pam tried to make herself fully erect. Her shoulders were strapped
back, pushing her tits out, but she had to remain slightly bent at the waist.
The hard phallus in her cunt put pressure on her insides and she didn't think
she could straighten up completely. Bess yelled, "Stand up straight!" Pam tried,
but in doing so the tightness of her stomach muscles and angle of her very wet
vagina forced the 8 inch dildo half-way out. Now she was able to stand up
straight but had to flex her cunt muscles to hold the dildo and keep it from
slipping all the way out."

With sweat breaking out on her forehead Pam begged, "Bess, it's going to slip
out. What do you want me to do?"

"That's better Pam. I like it when you ask me what to do. Don't let it slip out
or you'll pay."

"Bess, with my arms tied I can't reach it, help me."

"Pam, why don't you just straddle the arm of the couch and push it back in
yourself? I think if it goes all the way in you will be able to hold it better."

Pam did as she was told. When she spread her legs to mount the couch the dildo
slipped out another inch. It almost fell from her wet snatch. But by flexing her
vagina as hard as she could the slipping phallus stopped and hung two thirds out
of her furry box. Carefully Pam rested the base of the fake cock on the arm and
slowly lowered herself down. It slipped easily back into her. When her sensitive
clit came in contact with the rough material of the couch Pam moaned and rubbed
her pussy against the furniture fabric. The dildo disappeared completely into
the housewife. She had been fucked with this dildo many times by Bess so its
size and shape were familiar. Pam's pussy accepted the phallus as if it were an
old friend.

Pam had a small orgasm, then tried to stand again. Again, once she stood
straight the dildo slipped out of her from the internal pressure. Pam remounted
the couch arm and pressed the cock back into herself. Again she stood and the
dildo slipped out again. But this time Bess noted that not as much of the fuck
toy appeared at Pam's outer labia. Pam remounted the arm and pressed the cock
back in. The process was repeated several more times. Each time Pam rubbed her
sensitive and itchy clit on the couch fabric, giving herself little electric
like jolts. Finally, Pam stood erect and none of the dildo could be seen.

"Very good, Pam. You are getting used to it, aren't you?"

"Yessss, Bess, I can feel it up inside me. I can keep it in now by holding it
with my... my..."

"Your fucking cunt, Pam. Say it! Say 'my fucking cunt'."

"Oh, Yessss, My fucking cunt... my fucking cunt."

"Good, now walk around the room. Lets play 'naked housewife on parade' and keep
'Mr. Friendly' deep inside you. See if by walking you can make yourself cum,
Pam."

The housewife began to slowly walk around the room, with Bess swatting her on
her ass with the paddle as she passed by. Pam learned to walk easily, and only
had to mount the couch arm once to push the dildo back into herself. That
happened when she had a particularly strong orgasm.

After several long minutes of the 'parade,' Bess had Pam stop. She unbound the
housewife's arms and told her to sit next to her on the couch. Bess hit the
remote control and the ever present porno video began playing on the big screen
TV. This particular video was a 'gang-bang' story with a lot of close-ups of
cocks sliding into a well-used pussy.

Bess held Pam close and enjoyed the feeling when Pam wrapped her arms around her
in a loving and contented manner.

The two sat silently only half watching the movie. Bess reached down and probed
Pam's pussy, trying to find the blunt end of the dildo. Feeling Bess' searching
fingers Pam contracted her cunt and an inch of the cock popped into Bess' palm.
Bess smiled at Pam and said, "Very good control Pam." Bess then gently took
control of the dildo and slowly began to run it in and out of her friend. After
a few minutes Bess withdrew the rubber cock and placed it in Pam's hand. Bess
pushed down her shorts and panties, kicking them off of her feet. Bess spread
her legs and moved Pam's hand over to her cunt. The dildo was slick with Pam's
juices, so when Bess used her fingers to spread her pussy lips Pam was able to
insert it easily into her friend. Bess let her hand drop back onto the couch and
said softly, "That's right, my pet, fuck me with it."

Pam didn't hesitate. She wanted to give Bess pleasure. Whatever reservation she
had at one time about Bess' sex organs had disappeared in the desire to make her
friend, her director-- dare she think the word? her master-- feel good. Pam was
happy now to stoke the cock into Bess, just the way that Bess had done to her.

It was a sweet surrender for Pam. Another bridge had been crossed. As she gently
manipulated the cock in and out of Bess, Pam found herself rubbing her own dark
red and sensitive nipples with her free hand. Both women closed their eyes and
enjoyed the sensations.

Bess reached a small orgasm and leaned over and kissed Pam on the cheek. Holding
Pam's hand with her own, Bess removed the dildo from herself and directed it
back to Pam's still open thighs. Pam, understanding, inserted the dildo back
into herself. It was wet with Bess' cunt secretions and Pam felt that in a way,
with their juices mingling inside of her, that they were sharing something very
precious. Pam stroked herself several times, then Bess again directed her hand
with her own and guided the dildo back to her own gaping pussy. Several more
stokes inside of Bess then back again to Pam. Now Pam understood what Bess
wanted. So as Bess sank lower onto the couch and shifted so that the two women's
legs were entwined with cunts next to each other, Pam began to move the dildo
back and forth between the two open and sopping fuck holes. Pam would stroke the
dildo deeply into herself and then into Bess. Back and forth plunging into each
open hole. Pam got a rhythm and began moving faster and faster. The dildo almost
seemed to be getting warmer from the friction of the two clinging pussy walls
Soon both women were screaming in orgasm. Dropping the dildo, Pam and Bess
hugged each other hard, enjoying the special moment.

After a few minutes of recovery the two naked women, still holding each other,
looked at the TV. The movie showed a busty blond licking a large cock from hairy
balls to pre-cum covered tip. Bess reached down and picked up the dildo that lay
gleaming with wetness between the four tangled legs. Bess held it up to Pam's
face and slipped the wet pungent tasting tip into Pam's mouth. Bess slid the
head of the cock in and out slightly then ran its length across her neighbors
pursed lips. Pam immediately began to lick the wet female ejaculate from the
rubber tube. Laving her tongue over the rubber. Licking every sweet tasting
inch. Bess smiled and reached down to find Pam's sensitive red clit. "I wonder
just how depraved I will be able to make this woman?" Bess thought as Pam
stiffened her body as Bess' finger found the tender red bud that was tingling
the housewife constantly now.

A few minutes passed. The Bess put her panties and shorts back on and instructed
Pam to do some mundane housework chores for her. Including cleaning the stains
from Pam's cunt on the arm of her good couch. The women talked as Pam worked.
Pam told Bess that the girls were excited about the slumber party on Friday
night and that she didn't need to get a sitter for Saturday because the girls
were going to stay at the house of one of the girls they invited on Friday. The
kids were going to make a weekend of it. So Pam would have all day Saturday
until Sunday afternoon to spend with Bess if she wanted her to.

"Yes, my pet! Of course I want you with me. I want you with me as much as
possible. We will have so much fun together."

Soon it was time for Pam to go and pick up her daughters. Bess walked with her
to the back door. On a table next to the door Bess placed the dildo and the tube
of KY jelly. "Pam, you were able finally able to keep 'Mr. Friendly' inside of
you. And you seem to be so itchy in your cunt these days, I think I need to help
you some more. From now on, after you come inside, I want you to put him inside
before you do anything else. You should be able to do all of your chores and
exercises and keep him buried inside of you with no problem. Maybe it will help
with your itch." Then in her demanding voice she added, "Do you understand?"

Pam looked down and quietly said, "Yes, Bess."

Pam turned to go out the door, looking out at the bright sunshine she saw a
reflection a short distance off. Looking more carefully she realized that old
cantankerous Mr. Odom was sitting at a picnic table a backyard away looking
intently at Bess' backdoor. Pam jumped away from the window.

"What's wrong, Pam?"

"Bess, I can't go out there. Mr. Odom is sitting, watching your house."

"That old pain in the ass! Stay here Pam, I'm going to see what he is doing. You
just wait right here until I get back."

Pam stepped further away from the door and Bess opened it and stomped
purposefully over to the old man.

Pam shut the door and peeked out the window. She couldn't hear what was being
said, but both Bess and Mr. Odom were talking with animated gestures.

At the table two strong willed people were having verbal combat.

"You old goat, Odom. What are you doing spying on my house?"

"Hey, I don't know what you and your sick friend are up to, but I'm still on MY
property. I can do any damn thing I want to."

"I think you're a 'Peeping Tom,' Odom. I have half a mind to call the cops and
get a restraining order on you."

"My, My, that is the pot calling the kettle black. I've been subjected to Mrs.
Henderson's nudity right in my own house, looking out my own window. I'm the one
who should call the cops. After all, there are public decency laws in this
city."

"Well, it looks like you haven't called anybody. You're just getting your
jollies at Pam's expense."

"That's right, but unless you want to explain what the hell is going on in your
place, I wouldn't call anybody if I were you. In fact, I was thinking about
calling your ex. I'll bet he would like to know about your new relationship. He
might be able to get off the alimony hook. If what I think is going on in there
really is."

"You son of a bitch, Odom. You can sit there all you want. You aren't gonna see
another damn thing. I'll put up a big fence if I have to."

"Hey, why go to that expense? I'm not going to hurt anybody. And if you let me
watch Mrs. Henderson's comings and goings, I won't say anything to her husband.
It would be a shame to bust up that nice family. Those two sweet little girls
and all. But maybe I should tell somebody. How fit a mother can she be, parading
around your back yard naked as a jay bird?"

Bess hated to be gotten the best off, particularly by an old man like Odom. But
her affection for Pam and the girls made her vulnerable to his pressure.

"OK, Odom, I'll tell you what. You don't say anything to anybody about this and
you can sit at your table and watch, but remember this sword cuts both ways. One
little bit of trouble or a single word from you and I'll be having a nice talk
with your bitchy wife about your liking to look at your female neighbors. I know
that she can make your life a living hell."

Odom thought to himself, his wife already made his life a living hell. "All
right, it's a deal. I get to see her coming and going, and I won't say or do a
thing. But can you slow her down a little? She is so fast, I hardly get to enjoy
the view."

"Yeah, on one condition. Before she comes out you check to make sure nobody else
is around or looking. Then give us the thumbs up sign. I'll slow her down, and
you, you old bastard, will have a real treat for your eyes."

"It's a deal!" The old man and the dominator of Mrs. Pam Henderson shook hands.

As Bess walked back to the house, she thought, "This might work out OK. Getting
Pam to be seen naked by other people than herself or Scotty was probably a good
idea. It would break down more of the housewife's inhibitions. And old Clyde
Odom wasn't likely to cause any real problems for them. Now, I just need to get
Pam to agree. Hell, she doesn't need to agree, she will do it because I tell her
to."

Pam soon found herself standing naked in Bess' open back door. Clyde Odom had
given the thumbs up sign that the 'coast was clear'. Pam, following Bess orders
and completely humiliated, stood naked under the old man's gaze.

Pam was blushing and crying softly. Bess had told her to do this, she had no
choice, but why? How could Pam ever think of herself now as anything but an
exhibitionist. Why would Bess share her like this. Bess had explained her
conversation with Mr. Odom, but there had to be another way.

As Pam stepped down onto the patio, Bess stood in the door and said, "See? It's
not so bad. Think of the pleasure you're giving that old man. You are making his
day. Hell you're making his year. This is what you are good for, Pam. Everyone
loves you and wants you, you know that. Stick your tits out for him. Be proud of
your body. It's the only real gift you have, you know. This is wonderful; enjoy
the opportunity to do something nice for me and Mr. Odom."

Bess twisted the knife in Pam's psyche, tearing her self-confidence down and
building it back up as a sex object. The housewife responded by throwing her
shoulders back and dressing slowly. Letting Odom enjoy the moment. She was still
humiliated, and she couldn't make herself look up at the old man seated at the
table. But she got through it. She even smiled to herself when Bess said from
the door, "I'll bet you gave him a hard-on. See you tomorrow, Pam." Still
blushing, Pam walked on weak legs to her own home. She was grateful when her
door shut behind her, hiding her now clothed body from the burning eyes of Mr.
Clyde Odom.

"Damn, the tits and the nipples on that bitch were incredible," thought Mr. Odom
as he shifted in his seat. He felt his old wizened cock stir a little and that
hadn't happened in months. Bill Henderson was sure a lucky man, married to a
piece of ass like that.

Acquisition 13/38 (BDSM, NC, WS, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter

Pam could hardly look at her family that night. She was so embarrassed about
being seen naked by their neighbor. She prayed that Bill and the girls would
never find out. Also, she continued to have a constant throb in her vagina. She
couldn't understand it, but was actually anxious to get back to Bess' tomorrow
knowing that she would be filling herself up with 'Mr. Friendly'. The fake penis
seemed to be the only thing that helped. In bed that night with Bill, she found
herself softly stroking between her legs. Doing that seemed to calm her a
little; she just hoped Bill wouldn't recognize the smell of her wet pussy. Not
likely, since she kept her nightshirt on. God only knows what she would say if
he noticed her dark red nipples.

The next day Pam again went to Bess' right after work. This gave her more time
with the girls after school and she didn't have to worry about them seeing her
disrobe outside. But as she left her house she was not surprised to see Mr. Odom
sitting at the picnic table in the closest corner of his yard. Her heart sank
when she saw him, but she was not surprised.

"Hello, Mrs. Henderson, beautiful day isn't it?" Mr. Odom asked the rhetorical
question with sarcasm in his voice.

Pam didn't want to acknowledge his presence, but there was no way around it.
They both knew why he was sitting there. "Yes it is, Mr. Odom."

"You're visiting your friend again today, Mrs. Henderson?"

Unable to meet the older man in the eye Pam answered, "Yes, we work out... do
exercises together."

"Oh, is that what you do. Well I'll just sit right here while you get ready to
exercise. Can I help you get ready?"

"Stop it, Mr. Odom," Pam screamed, "I can't stop you from sitting there but I
don't have to talk to you."

Amused that Pam was upset, Odom laughed. Then he thought about it and his basic
SOB nature took over. "You think you're so much better than an old man like me.
Well I'll have you know that I won't put up with any guff from you or your
friend. I just want to see your body, so why don't you be nice and strip. And
don't forget, I'll be waiting right here when you come back out later."

Pam burst into embarrassed tears. Crying she sobbed, "Why are you doing this?"

"Why else, I want to see your tits, ass and pussy. Why don't you come over here
and show me real close-up?"

"Just leave me alone," Pam cried. But she began to unbutton her dress.

"All right girlie, now you're doing right. I guess it's show time."

Now angry, Pam pulled off her dress. Despite her embarrassment she looked right
at the evil Mr. Odom and unhooked her bra. Defiantly she slipped it down her
arms, then pushed her panties down. She turned and hung her clothes on the hook
by the door.

Once naked and vulnerable, her courage vanished. She thrust her arm across her
breasts and covered her pubic area with her other hand. Crying, she wrestled the
door open. As she stepped into the house she could hear Mr. Odom laughing and
saying, "See you soon!"

Pam stood by the door regaining her composure. Taking off her clothes in front
of that mean old man was so humiliating for the wife and mother. She stood and
sobbed... Then she saw the dildo laying on the table. Her shame and
embarrassment was pushed from her mind as the throbbing in her pussy took over.
"Oh, thank God," she thought, "maybe now I can get some relief."

Pam picked up the dildo and looked at it almost lovingly. "I want it in me," she
thought. Then she realized what she was thinking, "God, what's happening to me?"
She felt shame and guilt for a moment. But she couldn't get the thought of
relieving herself out of her mind. All she wanted was to thrust the rubber cock
into herself as far as she could. She was so confused. Then she thought, "Bess
wanted her to do this. Bess told her to so she had to do it." This
rationalization that her neighbor had ordered her to do it gave her the
justification she needed. Pam grabbed the KY jelly and squirted some onto the
dildo. She stopped thinking. Her world narrowed. All that existed was her aching
cunt and the dildo. She slipped to the floor and guided the dildo into her needy
cunt. "It feels so good," she thought.

Bess found Pam laying on the floor next to the back door. Legs spread wide,
dildo being thrust in and out with one hand while the other hand pinched one of
her red nipples. Pam was softly saying, "fuck... fuck... fuck..." over and over.
She was oblivious to everything except getting herself off. Before Bess could
say anything to Pam, she noticed a shadow passing across the back door window.
She glanced out and saw Mr. Odom quickly crossing her patio headed for his own
yard.

"Oh shit," thought Bess, "I really need to get control of this situation."

Looking down at her charge, Bess felt a real love for the masturbating
housewife. "I really do need to take firm control of her," she thought. "I need
to take the control as much as she needs to be controlled." Bess was angry, at
first at Pam, but then at herself. Bess realized that Pam had too much freedom.
Bess worried that Pam might get herself into some real trouble. Getting Pam into
trouble was OK, but it needed to be at Bess' whim. Bess needed to make the
decisions about how Pam behaved. It was unbelievable that things had gotten so
out of control. Pam was lying on the floor masturbating while an old voyeur
watched through the window. As much as the situation turned Bess on, she had not
directly controlled it. That is what had to change. She didn't mind Pam frigging
herself to orgasm or the old reprobate Odom watching. But it needed to be at her
direction under her control.

"Pam, stop!" ordered Bess. "Don't move."

The housewife immediately froze in mid-stroke. The dildo hung half-in half-out
of her wet gash. The red tipped clit was expanded and exposed. Pam hair was
wild, spread on the floor. Pam was biting her lip; she wanted to finish herself
so bad she could hardly hold still

"You should look at yourself Pam."

"Bess, please... please. I need to cum... "

"I told you to put it in and keep it in, not play with yourself. Now slip 'Mr.
Friendly' all the way in and take my hand. I'm going to help you get up off the
floor. You can use your other hand to hold it in you for now."

Bess easily pulled Pam to her feet. The housewife kept one of her hands at her
groin, holding the cock inside of her. She stood like a little girl who had to
pee. Pam's thighs were locked together, she was slightly bent and she shifted
her weight from side to side. The movement caused her breasts to sway in a most
enticing way. Dark red nipples hard and begging for attention.

Bess shook her head, "Pam, we need to talk right now. Don't you dare have an
orgasm. Come with me!" Bess reached up and took one of Pam's nipples between her
forefinger and thumb. Squeezing down on the hard red pebble, she led Pam to the
living room, like a mother leads a bad little boy by pulling on his ear.

Bess asked Pam, "Can you sit on the couch with that cock inside of you Pam?"

"I think so, Bess. If I take it slow."

"Good, do it." Bess began pacing back and forth in front of the couch as Pam
gingerly sat down. Moaning softly and biting her lip. The most comfortable
position for Pam ended up being leaning slightly forward. This actually drove
the dildo into her much deeper. It was far enough in to be past the initial
upward curve of her vagina. But the tip of the rubber phallus felt like it was
pushing against her stomach deep in her body. Pam felt stuffed with cock. But it
wasn't going anywhere. Leaning forward for comfort Pam waited expectantly for
Bess to talk with her.

"Pam, I am going to punish you for that little scene by the back door." Deciding
that she really needed to humiliate Pam before she took her level of control to
new heights she added, "Did you know that Old Mr. Odom was standing at the back
door looking in the window?" Pam's face fell. "No, of course you didn't, because
you couldn't control yourself." Pam felt terror grip her. Pam thought, "Oh my
God. That evil old man had seen me f... f... f-fucking myself with the dildo.
Oh, I can never face anyone ever again." Deep shame welled up inside Pam.

"Now I can tell that you are feeling bad and humiliated about what you have
done. But I must confess, it is not all your fault."

Pam suddenly felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe her life wasn't over. Bess would help
her. Thank God for Bess. Without her Pam would be nothing. Surly Bess would make
it all right.

Bess continued, "Listen carefully, this is the last time you will ever hear me
say that I was wrong. But I have been. I have worked hard to make you a better
person Pam. You know that you needed my help. Your life means so much more now
than it did before. So don't worry about Mr. Odom or anything else. I am
responsible for it, for everything. If I asked that old man to come in here
right now, sure you would be embarrassed, but it would be my doing not yours.
You couldn't do anything about it. So be humiliated and ashamed, but you never
have to blame yourself. To make sure we don't lose control ever again I am going
to set some new rules for us. NEW RULES for YOU, Pam! I already decide what you
eat and what you wear when you are with me. I control your body in this house.
From now on I want to make your life easier. I will tell you what to wear all
the time, I will tell you what to buy, I will tell you when to sleep, I will
tell you when to make love to your husband. I will tell you when to have an
orgasm Pam. I will tell you everything. If you're not sure, you will always ask
my permission before you do anything."

Pam actually had a look of relief on her face.

Bess stopped pacing and stroked Pam's hair gently. "You are mine Pam. You are my
possession. You will do what I say. Do you understand?"

"Yes Bess, thank you... "

"Pam what do your rug-rats call you at school when you teach them?"

"Well they are young and it is hard for them to say, Mrs. Henderson, so the call
me 'Miss Pam".

"When you are the teacher you are called Miss Pam. I like that. I'm your
teacher, Pam. From now on I want you to... No, I mean you WILL call me Miss
Bess. Do you understand?"

"Yes Miss Bess!" Pam replied meekly.

"And I will continue calling you 'Pet'. Because I have to train you and take
care of you like a Pet, don't I?"

"Yes Miss Bess."

"Good now we understand each other much better. I love you, Pet. Show me that
you love me."

Pam didn't know what Bess wanted. She looked confused.

"Hug my legs, Pet."

Pam immediately slipped to her knees on the floor and threw her arms around
Bess' legs. The dildo slipped, but did not fall out. Bess looked down at the
round naked buttocks of Pam. They were becoming very shapely from the workouts.
The twin globes of her ass looked so inviting that Bess had to stop herself from
reaching down and tickling the crack. She wanted to keep up the controlling
image, not give Pam any clue that she wasn't mad at her.

"Very good, Pet. Since you started on the floor roll over and finish yourself
with the dildo. I'm going to start my work out."

Bess popped a porno into the VCR, "Watch the movie and don't come downstairs
until you have had an orgasm." Bess kicked Pam away from her legs the way you
might kick at a dog humping your leg. She headed towards the basement. "No,
don't come down until you fuck yourself to two orgasms. I want the edge off of
you. After all, you still need to be punished. And remember, today is
measurement day."

Bess looked over her shoulder as she walked away. Pam had rolled onto her back
and raised both knees to her chest. She was digging around in her cunt with both
hands trying to grasp the blunt end of the dildo. It was so slick with wetness
and so deep inside of her that it took Pam holding her labia open with one hand
and inserting two fingers of the other hand to try and grasp the cock. She
actually ended up forcing the dildo out to her fingers by contracting the walls
of her vagina.

Fifteen minutes later Pam descended the stairs covered with a sheen of sweat.

"Pet, let's do our workout quickly, then the paddle for you before we check your
measurements. Don't look forward to the paddle today. I'm going to really redden
your ass."

"Miss Bess?"

"Yes Pet."

"Can I take 'Mr. Friendly' out yet?"

Smiling at the unexpected question, Bess replied, "Of course, Pet. You could
hurt yourself doing some of these exercises with it inside you."

Pam watched in amazement as Pam squatted and expelled the dildo, as if she were
pissing in the woods. Pam had walked down the stairs and stood there perfectly
straight. Bess had not noticed or even thought that Pam still had the dildo
inside of her. "WOW," was all Bess could think to herself.

The workout progressed quickly. When all of the exercises were done Bess ordered
her Pet to "assume the position."

Bess gave Pam the hardest paddling yet. She continued until a crying Pam began
to beg her to stop. Pam screamed, "STOP! STOP! I can't take any more." But the
wetness between her thighs told Bess a different story.

"I love you. Pet, This is for your own good," and the paddle fell again. Pam's
cries turned into whimpers, then it became quiet. The only sound was the smack
of the paddle. Pam's ass was rotating on the narrow bench. her mind had gone
blank and for the first time the pain of punishment seemed to disappear from
Pam. In the past, being paddled had excited her because she was humiliated and
ashamed. She felt like she deserved to be punished. She still felt that way but
now Pam had truly entered a new zone. She felt as if she were surrounded by
blackness and only the sting of the paddle was real. It spread a warmth to her
insides. Pam had another orgasm. The pain and pleasure had, on this day, become
one.

Bess stopped, she was breathing hard from the exertion and the feeling of power.

Pam's ass looked like raw hamburger. Bess was concerned, but didn't say
anything. Maybe she had gone too far. But then Pam crawled off the bench and
threw herself at Bess' feet.

"Thank you, Miss Bess, Thank you."

Bess realized that Pam was a lot more resilient than she had thought. Taking
that whole fake cock, having her ass pounded, was impressive in its own way. Or
maybe Bess was transforming this person she had taken possession of. Pam who had
been the mousy, poor self-concept mother, wife and teacher. Pam had greater
capacities than either of them knew.

The two women went through the measuring routine. Pam was almost at her goals.
She only had five more pounds to loose. Her waist was only a half an inch away
from its goal. Her hips were going the slowest, but progress had even been made
there. Her chest measurement was the same. But Bess knew that with a little
elastic band tit torture, she could increase Pam's cup size anytime she wanted.

Bess praised Pam, "Very good, Pet. You are beginning to look like a real woman,
not the overweight middle-aged good for nothing frump that you were. You can be
proud of your progress. But don't be too proud, you're not there yet. You must
keep doing exactly as I say."

"Yes. Miss Bess. Thank you, Miss Bess."

Pam was genuinely happy to be praised by her younger neighbor.

"Let's go upstairs, I need to doctor your ass Pet, then we can take our shower."

Bess was gentle with Pam. She took her time in the shower and carefully applied
a soothing cream to the beet red ass that was stretched out on her bed
afterwards. Bess walked with the naked Pam to the back door. At the door Bess
said, "Pet, I don't want you having sex with Bill until tomorrow night. That's
the last night before his trip. I'll give you more instructions about that
tomorrow." Pam nodded her head in acceptance as Bess took over the most intimate
part of her married life.

"Tomorrow come over in the evening, after dinner. You know what to fix for
meals, right?"

"Yes, Miss Bess."

"Good, I'll make some more lists for you tonight and we can go over them
tomorrow." After a pause and a quick hug Bess continued, "Mr. Odom is outside. I
know that you are going to be embarrassed. You should be! A wife and mother
showing herself off to an old man. But remember I want you to do it. You know
how sexy you are and I want him to see. So don't try to hide yourself and let
him get a good look at your body. Now go. And don't forget, I expect you to do
everything I say. After all, you know that you want to and need to."

Bess opened the door and waved at Mr. Odom, sitting at the table. He gave a
thumbs up, and Bess stepped aside and ushered Pam out the door. "Have a good
evening, Pet."

Bess shut the door, but watched Pam slowly get dressed under Mr. Odom's watchful
eye. She took her time, and Bess could see that she was blushing deeply. The
housewife hung her head in shame as she walked towards her house.

Bess could hear Odom say something to Pam that made her scurry faster to her own
back door.

Clyde Odom, called out, "Hey, Mrs. Henderson. Doesn't Bill give you enough at
home?" The reference to the dildo was clear. After Pam was gone he got up and
walked into his own house. On the way he decided that tomorrow he would invite
his buddies over to play some cards on his picnic table.

Acquisition 14/38 (BDSM, NC, WS, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter

By the time Pam got the girls home from school she was in tears from the pain of
having to sit and drive her car. She had to remain standing most of the
afternoon and evening. In the bathroom that night she looked at her ass in the
mirror. It was still red and had some splotches of darker color that were
becoming bruises. A constant reminder of her subservience to "Miss Bess."

That night Bill noticed that Pam was distant, but when he asked she simply said
that she would miss him when he went on his trip. Bill bought the lie and Pam
felt guilty about deceiving him. But she found that it wasn't hard to do. He was
so trusting and naive, just the way Pam was, or used to be.

The next afternoon Mr. Odom and his two retired friends played cards on the
picnic table. Pam smiled to herself when she saw the men from her kitchen
window. She knew that she wasn't going to be going to Bess' until later. Tonight
she wouldn't rush over. She would make sure it was completely dark. And she
would sneak over, staying in the shadows. Putting one over on the evil old man
made her feel good.

Clyde Odom was pissed off. He had gotten his friends to come over, promising
them a sight that they wouldn't believe. When Pam didn't show up all afternoon
his cronies finally went home, giving the old man a hard time. Well, he would
have to do something about this. He made plans to go over to Bess' house himself
and find out what was going on.

After dinner Pam did the dishes, then told her family she was going to visit
Bess. She caught herself before she said, "Miss Bess." She walked in the dark as
far away from Mr. Odom's house as she could. Fortunately, Bess hadn't put on her
outside lights. She quickly stripped off her clothes and entered the house.
Clyde Odom had picked the wrong time to go to the bathroom. He missed his show.

Inside the back door Pam once again found the dildo and lubricant waiting on the
table. Not wanting Bess to find her on the floor again Pam checked the window to
make sure Mr. Odom hadn't come over, then simply raised her right foot and
placed it on the table top. The exercises and stretching had made her flexible.
Pam carefully lubricated the dildo and inserted the tip between her exposed
pussy lips. Having her leg raised so high Pam's cunt was stretched and very
tight. She had to push hard to get the dildo to sink into her. It felt
incredible but she finally managed to work most of its length into herself. She
dropped her foot to the floor and the dildo just seemed to disappear completely
into her. Her cunt gobbled it up. The full feeling was wonderful and Pam walked
easily into the living room, the rubber tube rubbing back and forth with the
sway of her hips.

Bess was sitting at her desk writing on some papers. "Oh, Pet. You're here. Have
you put 'Mr. Friendly' where he belongs?"

"Yes, Miss Bess."

"I'm so proud of you for remembering. Come over here and show me."

Pam walked over next to the desk. "I can't see anything Pet. Where is it?"

"It's there, I promise, Bess. I mean 'Miss Bess'."

"Show me, Pet."

Pam lifted one of her legs to the desk top and reached down between her thighs.
Placing a finger on each of her labia, she gently peeled back her pussy lips
like the petals of a flower. Bess looked deeply into the exposed pink inner
lips. Nestled comfortably between them, covered with a sheen of moisture, she
could make out the blunt end of the flesh colored rubber cock.

"Oh wonderful, Pet, you can walk around and do your chores with it inside of
you. I could never do that. Your pussy is just made for fucking, isn't it?"

"I... don't... I'm not... "

"Pet, say it," Bess' voice becoming harsh, "Say, 'my pussy is made for fucking.
My cunt loves to be full.' Say it."

"Miss Bess... I... don't want... "

"Bitch, if you don't say it I'm sure your ass would not be able to stand another
session tonight. And... if you do say it, then you can go to your room and make
yourself cum. You know you want to."

Pam looked at Bess with surrender in her eyes, "My pussy is made for fucking."

"And what else!"

"My cunt loves to be full." Pam sniffed back embarrassed tears.

"Good Pet. Now go to your room and play with yourself. After you are finished,
come back down with your heels on. We have some directions to go over. Leave
'Mr. Friendly' in your room, I will want your full attention. I won't want you
distracted by your 'fucking cunt'."

Pam lowered her leg and silently padded up the stairs to her room. In a few
minutes, Bess could hear moans from a porno video on Pam's TV. Shortly after,
she was able to make out a series of small gasps from her possession.

Bess organized her papers and waited for the click of Pam's heels on the stairs.

Pam was soon seated next to Bess and a long set of instructions followed. Pam
was given a list of food to buy for herself and her family and for Friday
night's slumber party. Then another list with clothes to wear. A schedule for
Pam for the next several weeks. Bess told Pam to bring some "old rags with her
tomorrow right after school, and make sure that a few of the rags are some of
Bill's old tee-shirts."

Finally Bess told Pam to make love to her husband tonight, since he was going to
be gone for a few days. When Pam asked, "What if Bill doesn't want to?" Bess
told her that it didn't matter and she should do whatever it took to have sex
with him.

Pam went home after slipping her clothes on. She breathed a sigh of relief when
she didn't see Mr. Odom.

Later that night in bed, Pam took the initiative with Bill. After reaching into
his pajama bottoms and fondling his penis to hardness, she rolled over on top of
him. In the dark Bill didn't notice her red nipples, but when they hung over his
face as Pam bounced up and down on his stiff cock, he sucked them into his
mouth. They were still so sensitive from the dye that Pam cried out and
shuddered through several orgasms. Bill enjoyed her new aggressiveness in bed.
He didn't ask what had gotten into his wife, he just enjoyed the change. As for
Pam, she could feel the difference between the large dildo that she had become
used to, and Bill's shorter and thinner cock. But she liked his penis' warmth
and enjoyed the searing jism that he shot into her. That was a feeling that 'Mr.
Friendly' just couldn't provide.

Bill left for work the next morning with his suitcase. He would be flying out
after lunch so Pam said her good-byes to him at the front door after breakfast.
He told her to have a good few days and he would see her Sunday afternoon. Then
he kissed her playfully and said, "I can't wait until Sunday night!"

Pam actually blushed at the comment. With her husband she still felt like the
shy uncertain housewife and mother.

After school Pam checked her lists from Bess and, gathering up some old rags and
making sure that there were several old tee-shirts, headed to Bess'. Even though
it was only a few minutes after noon, there was no sign of Mr. Odom or the other
men she had seen yesterday. She called for 'Miss Bess' when she entered the
house naked. The dildo was not in its usual place at the back door. Finally she
heard Bess calling her from the kitchen.

Bess was filling a bucket with hot water and soap in the kitchen sink. "Oh,
good, Pam. You brought the rags. Since we are going out on Saturday, I want to
wash my car. You'll be busy with the girls later and Friday is the slumber
party, so I though we would wash it today. The car is parked in the driveway."

Pam had a panicked look on her face as she glanced down at her nudity.

Noticing Pam's fear, Bess said, "Oh, don't worry I wouldn't have you go into the
front yard like that. You might get arrested."

Pam breathed a visible sigh of relief.

"Pet, leave the rags here with the bucket and lets go get something for you to
wear."

Bess jogged up the stairs. Turning at the top she watched the naked Pam trying
to keep up, her flesh bouncing and jiggling as she mounted the steps. Bess
waited at the door of Pam's room. She had changed the sign on the door to read
"My Pet's Room".

"Do you like it love?"

"I guess so, 'Miss Bess'."

"Well, I just wanted to be accurate. You are my Pet aren't you?"

"Yes, Miss Bess."

"Good, now why don't you put on your white jogging shorts and tank top. We
wouldn't want to get any of your good clothes dirty washing my car."

Pam followed the instructions. The clothes covered her but she would have to be
very careful about moving, because her tits would have the tendency to flop out
of the armholes of the top. The material of both the nylon shorts and top were
so light that without panties or a bra Pam still felt almost naked.

"We won't bother with sneakers. We wouldn't want to get them wet. Besides, it's
warm enough outside to go barefoot. Now let's go wash my car, Pet."

The two women, now clothed in similar shorts and tanktops, headed to the kitchen
to get sponges, the rags that Pam brought, and the bucket of sudsy water. Bess
had Pam carry all of the items as she led her through the garage. Bess opened
the garage door out into the bright sunlight of the front yard. Bess' car was
parked in the driveway. Since it was only a little after noontime on a weekday,
the street was quiet.

Bess pulled a garden hose from the side of the house and proceeded to rinse off
the car. She left the hose on and let it run onto the front yard. Then she went
back into the garage and got a lawn chair. She sat in her front yard next to the
hose in the chair. Turning to Pam she said, "OK, get scrubbing, Pet; my car is
very dirty."

Pam realized that she would be washing the entire car herself, with Bess using
the hose to keep it wet and rinse off the suds. "Oh well," she thought, "It's
the least I can do for Miss Bess. And it is a nice day." She could feel the
sunshine on her bare shoulders and legs. It felt warm and delicious. Even Bess
stretched out on the chair to take advantage of the warm noonday sun.

Pam began to soap up the hood of the car with the sponge. As she leaned forward
her unencumbered breasts swung and heaved under her. As she feared, they would
pop out of the arm hole of her tank top. Then her breast would disappear only to
have the other breast pop out on the other side.

Bess laughed at Pam's dilemma, "Looks like you can't control those things, my
Pet. I'm glad I don't have big tits like you to worry about." The gentle rebuke
made Pam scrub even harder and her tits danced in and out of the sunlight.
Fortunately the street was empty and Pam didn't think her sometimes exposed
breasts would be noticed at a distance.

That all ended when a car pulled up to the curb in front of Bess' house.

It was an old Caddie convertible driven by one of Clyde Odom's friends. Clyde
and his other card playing partner were also in the car. The three old men
congratulated each other on finally finding the sexy housewife. Clyde called out
to Pam, "Hey, Mrs. Henderson. How about washing my car?"

Pam didn't respond and kept her back to the men. She also slowed down her
movements, making sure that her breasts stayed covered.

Bess rose and walked over to the car, "What are you gentlemen, and I use that
term loosely doing out this fine day?"

Odom replied, "Well, you know us retired men. We are always on the lookout for
good looking women. I see you have help with your car today."

"Yes, Pam and I are going out this weekend so she offered to wash my car. So,
Odom, you won't be seeing anymore of her until next week."

"Hey listen, I brought my buddies to see that fine looking piece of ass. They
were disappointed yesterday and I looked awful foolish. How about having her go
out into the back yard and changing her clothes?"

Bess thought about it for a while, "No, Odom, I've got to get my car washed, but
if you sit right here, I'll see if I can get you a little show. Do these old
farts know the rules?"

"Oh Yeah, they won't say a thing. Jeez, you gonna have her do it right here in
the front yard?"

Bess laughed, "You boys just settle down and enjoy. But when I say to leave, you
leave. Understand?"

"Yeah, we understand," was the chorused reply.

Bess walked back to her chair. "Pet, you missed a spot on this side." The spot
Bess indicated would force Pam to be in a position exposed to the men. She
slowly moved to where Bess pointed then leaned over and began to rub the sponge
on the metal. Her left tit popped out and the three old men cheered. Pam held
one arm across her chest, holding her breasts in and rubbed with the other.

Bess called out, "That spot is pretty dirty, Pet; use both hands on the sponge."
Pam looked at Bess with a pleading in her eyes. Bess responded with two words,
"Do it!"

Pam grasped the sponge with both hands and was very slow and deliberate in her
motions hoping to keep her tits covered. She was successful until Bess said,
"Rub harder and faster, Pet. We don't have all day."

Pam knew better than to object and with a look of resignation on her face began
to move the sponge faster. The object was accomplished, and Pam blushed in
humiliation as her tits popped out of the tank top. The three old men started
cheering from the convertible which was parked only about 15 feet from Pam.

"God, look at those babies. I have never seen nipples like that before." The
comments went on and on. "I'm getting a hard-on." On and on the men went,
heaping humiliation after humiliation onto the housewife.

Bess decided to up the stakes a little further. Motioning the men to be quiet
and that she had a plan, Bess went up to Pam and said, "Pet, those men are
awful, teasing you about your tits. Let's get something else to put on that will
confine you a little better.

Pam smiled through the tears. She should have known that Bess would help her.

Bess led Pam over to the pile of rags Pam had brought from home to dry the car.
"Let's see, Pet, I know that there are a couple of Bill's old tee-shirts in
here." Bess pulled out one from the pile that had sleeves.

"Thank goodness", thought Pam, "Wearing that tee-shirt, I'll be covered."

"Pet, you go into the garage, out of view, take off the tank top and put on
Bill's old tee-shirt. That should quiet those dirty old men. Your body just
excites them so much. I can't blame them for wanting to see you. But I know how
uncomfortable it is for you. Now you should be able to finish my car without
having to hold your boobs."

Pam retreated into the dark corner of the garage. She could hear a chorus of,
"Come back. Don't go away. The car isn't finished," coming from the men. Quickly
she pulled off the nylon tank top and pulled on Bill's old tee-shirt. It was
baggy but the sleeves hid the sides of her breasts and she wouldn't have to
worry about them falling out. The shirt was a little thin. A faint redness was
visible at Pam's nipples but since the shirt was very loose it didn't look bad.
Pam felt much more comfortable and walked out of the garage with confidence.

The men cheered when Pam reappeared. And for a moment Pam actually caught
herself feeling pleased.

Bess stood waiting, holding the garden hose, "Back to work, Pet. The car has
dried off a little; stand back while I hose it off again."

Pam stepped back and Bess directed a stream of water over the car.

Some of the water splashed on Bess' legs. "The cool water feels good; Pet, stand
next to the car and let me rinse off your legs."

Unsuspecting Pam stood next to the car. Bess directed the hose at her feet.

"Doesn't that feel good?"

"Yes... "

"Yes... what?"

Pam looked at the three men who were within earshot, then looked at the ground,
ashamed, and answered, "Yes, Miss Bess."

Bess directed the water onto Pam's calves, "Does that feel good?"

Quietly, "Yes, Miss Bess."

The stream crept up to Pam's thighs, wetting the hem of the shorts. "Does that
feel good?"

"Yes, Miss Bess, but it's a little cold."

The three men in the car were silent as they watched the drama play out.

"Turn around, Pet."

Pam complied, facing away from Bess. The stream of water was directed onto Pam's
nylon covered ass. The thin material became almost completely transparent with
the soaking of the hose. Pam's buttocks were revealed in stark relief. "Does
that feel good?"

"NO... No... It's cold and... and... "

"Shut up Pet. I need to hose a hot little bitch like you down to keep you cool,
don't I fellas?"

"OH yeah! Hose her off. Spray the bitch," became the chorus from the men.

"Turn around, Pet."

Pam slowly complied and the front of the shorts was soon soaked.

"Look at that brown pussy. Damn, I can see her cunt right here in the front
yard. Man, I'd like to lick that cunt," became the new comments.

Inevitably Bess raised the hose and the tee-shirt that Pam thought would cover
her became her worst nightmare. It clung to every inch of her abdomen and became
almost as transparent as the shorts. The redness of her nipples was shocking,
even muted slightly by the thin material.

Pam stood next to Bess' car virtually naked. Except that she was still wearing
clothes.

"Now you should be cooled down, get back to washing my car."

Acquisition 15/38 (BDSM, NC, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter

Pam turned back to the car, hiding her breasts and brown pubic triangle from the
eyes of the cheering men. As she began to scrub the car with the soapy sponge,
the wet white nylon shorts Pam was wearing rode up into the crack of her ass,
revealing her tight buttocks and dark crevice in all of their glory.

"Nice ass."

"Look at that that thing swing."

"I'd like to grab two hands-full of that," were the comments a mortified Pam
could hear from the dirty old men.

As she scrubbed the hood of the car, the tee-shirt, which was long, slipped down
and covered her butt. The two layers of cloth shirt and shorts obscured the view
of the men and they protested to Bess. The tee-shirt was so long that it became
a dress that reached below the hem of Pam's shorts.

Pam was glad to have the extra cover on her body and pulled the tee- shirt down
even further.

"Pet, it looks like that long shirt is in your way, let me fix it." Bess walked
into the garage and came back out with a pair of flower shears. She walked over
to Pam and stood her up straight still facing away. Reaching down to the bottom
of the tee-shirt Bess used the shears to slit the shirt from the bottom to the
middle of Pam's back. Bess dropped the shears and grasping the opening of the
torn shirt she used her strength to rip the shirt completely around Pam's torso.
The old, thin material easily parted. Pam was left with the top half of the
tee-shirt still intact. Bess was left holding a long wide strip of wet white
cloth that had been the bottom of the shirt. Bess casually tossed the material
she held into the pile of rags. Grasping Pam's shoulders she spun the housewife
around to check her handiwork.

Cheers went up from the three men when Pam faced them. The tee-shirt was once
again stuck to Pam's flesh, revealing the dark red nipples and perfect shape of
her pendulous breasts. But more exciting was where the shirt now ended. The torn
bottom edge of the shirt fell just under her red areola. The lower third of her
tits hung out from under the torn tee-shirt. This part of her pale white tit
skin reflected the bright sunlight. They looked like two fleshy crescents
dropping into view.

Bess appreciated the exposure of Pam's breasts, but what caught her eye was how
flat Pam's stomach had become. There was even the beginning of some ripples as
her stomach muscles developed. Not enough to be masculine looking, in fact the
hard stomach added to Pam's growing sensuality.

"Oh, Pet, I hadn't noticed before because I always see you completely naked, but
you are starting to look very good. Look at your stomach."

The humiliation of being exposed in Bess' driveway was momentarily forgotten as
Pam looked down and ran her hands over her smooth abdomen.

Then the men started making more crude comments and Pam wanted to run and hide.

"Hurry and finish the car, Pet, then we can go inside."

Bess sat back down in her chair and watched with appreciation as the very
exposed Pam went back to work.

Pam made quick work of the car, working so fast that her tits often fell below
the ragged tee-shirt. The old men voiced their appreciation at each flash of
nipple. At one point a car came down the quiet street and Pam moved behind the
car to hide herself from the passers by.

Bess worked the hose and rinsed off the car. Making sure to douse Pam and keep
the thin material wet and all of her charms exposed.

Finally Bess stood and walked back to Pam. "Well, it looks like you're done,
Pet. But you have gotten a little dirty and sweaty, let me clean you off." Bess
took the soapy sponge from Pam and squeezed some soap out onto Pam's flat
stomach. Then she rubbed the course sponge up under the tee-shirt leaving a
trail of suds on the rounded flesh. The tee-shirt ended up around Pam's neck and
bubbles ran down her pointed tits falling gently onto the drive. Rivulets of
water and soap ran down the underside of Pam's tits across her stomach and under
the waist band of her shorts. The soapy water appeared from under the shorts and
continued down her shapely thighs and calves. Pam's sensitive nipples responded
to the circular motion of the sponge and, despite the humiliating circumstances,
Pam felt herself becoming aroused. Bess let the sponge travel down. Pulling her
waist band out with one hand, Bess ran the sponge down into Pam's crotch with
the other. When it made contact with her sensitive clit Pam moaned and closed
her eyes. Blocking out the sight of the leering old men.

Bess withdrew the sponge from Pam's pants and let the waistband slap back into
place.

"Well, Pet, now you're clean, but you are still all soapy. Put your hands at
your sides and stand against the car."

Pam followed the instructions. Then Bess motioned Clyde Odom out of the car. He
quickly exited the convertible. Bess handed him the hose and said, "Do you want
to hose her off?"

The other two men started chanting, "Hose her down, Hose her down."

Clyde, standing only a few feet from Pam, placed his thumb over the end of the
hose and directed a stream of water onto Pam's tee-shirt. The force of the water
pushed the material up over Pam's tits and it bunched around her neck. With
careful precision he directed the hard stream onto one of the red nipples. Pam
moaned out loud as the pressure pushed against the nipples dimpling her flesh.
Odom crossed her chest with the water stream. Then with a small circular motion,
teased her other nipple. The remaining soap suds washed down Pam's body. Then
the hard stream moved down her body slapping against the white nylon of Pam's
shorts. The water hit the housewife right in the middle of her brown pubic
triangle that was clearly visible through the wet and transparent material.

Because Pam's clit was so sensitive, the machine gun like beating of the water,
sent electric shocks through her cunt. The fact that she was standing in Bess'
front yard, being watched by three nasty old men with her tits exposed was
forgotten. Pam's world closed down to the feelings created by the water pounding
against her pussy. She closed her eyes and sagged against the car. He legs
became weak as she felt a fluttering in her belly. Pam slowly slid down the side
of the car. Finally stopping when her ass rested on her heels. Clyde followed
his dark target as it slipped down. With her head lolling to one side, Pam
unconsciously let her knees fall apart, completely exposing her pussy. And
giving the water a large target to hit. The white shorts were actually pressed
into the inside of Pam's engorged cunt lips by the water pressure. Odom was
relentless and stepping forward held the end of the hose only a few inches from
the housewife's now spasming vagina. As her orgasm rolled over her Clyde stepped
back so his friends could see the sexy woman cumming.

With the hose finally off of her, Pam opened her eyes and felt a rush of shame
as the men began teasing her about "getting hosed."

Bess stepped forward. "OK gentlemen, the show is over. But I'll tell you what.
If you all dry my car Mrs. Henderson will be on my patio on Monday afternoon. No
more shows until then, if you get to work."

Bess raised Pam to her feet and pulled the tee-shirt back into place, covering
her possession as much as possible. Leading the housewife to the garage Bess,
laughed at the three old men as they scurried to dry off the car. She could hear
Odom saying, "See? Didn't I tell you guys about that big titted bitch?"

Once inside, Bess dried Pam and went over her instructions for tomorrow's
slumber party. The list included what Pam was to buy for dinner and snacks.
Finally, at the back door, Bess told Pam that tomorrow when the girls were
around that Pam didn't have to call her 'Miss Bess'."

Odom and his cronies were still drying Bess' car so Pam was able to get dressed
on the patio without embarrassment.

That evening Pam spent a quiet and normal evening with her girls. They all were
looking forward to the weekend. The girls, because of the slumber party on
Friday and spending Saturday and Sunday with friends. Pam, because of the
slumber party and the evening out with Bess on Saturday.

On Friday after school Pam bought all of the required food for the night. Then
she picked up the girls at school. Once at home they got out blankets and
pillows so the girls could sleep on the living room floor. Then Pam and the
girls picked up the two friends that would be spending the night with them. The
four young girls and Pam were back at the house by 5:30. At 6:00 Bess knocked on
Pam's back door and entered carrying a bag of snacks and a small overnight bag.

The slumber party had officially begun.

The two women and four girls had a great early evening. They watched music
videos and the girls showed Bess and Pam the newest dances the young teenagers
thought were "cool." Bess and Pam had a great time. Bess indulged with the girls
in all of the snacks that Pam had bought. Pam, of course didn't have anything
except diet soda and a salad. Every time she would reach for some fattening
snack food, Bess would give her a disapproving glare.

The girls got out make-up and some of Pam's clothes. They had fun playing "dress
up." Bess and Pam enjoyed playing with the girls and showing them how to put on
make-up and dressing in "grown-up" clothes. Then Bess suggested that the girls
do each others hair. Rollers, combs, pins, hairspray and brushes littered the
living room floor as a variety of hair styles were tried on each of the young
girls. Everyone laughed hard as the hairdos on the girls got wilder and more
outlandish.

At one point Bess suggested that the girls do Pam's hair. The housewife sat
good-naturedly as the girls combed, teased, and sprayed her shoulder length
brown hair. Finally Bess suggested to the girls that Pam would look great as a
blonde. She manipulated Pam's daughters into telling their Mom that she ought to
change her hair color. Pam was aghast at the suggestion. She just couldn't see
herself as a blonde and was frightened about what such a change would make her
look like. She whispered to Bess that she couldn't change her hair color because
of Bill. Bess simply reminded her that it was her own daughters suggestion and
that would take care of any questions that Bill might have. In a commanding
voice, she also whispered in Pam's ear that "I want you to be a blonde, PET."
Then, allying herself with the four girls, Bess kept the pressure on Pam. Her
own daughters were pleading with their mom to color her hair, laughing about
what fun they were having and that it would be "neat" for the girls to see how
it was done. Pam began to waiver in her objection. Finally, it took Bess again
quietly "ordering" Pam before the housewife and mother relented. The girls all
clapped and cheered. Pam's oldest daughter said, "I'll bet Dad will really like
it, Mom."

Soon Pam, Bess and the girls found themselves in the bathroom, with Pam's head
hanging over the side of the bathtub. The hair color chemicals, conveniently
brought by Bess, being applied to Pam's head. During the color setting time
everyone talked excitedly about how Pam would look as a blonde. Even Pam began
to get excited about seeing what she would look like when the plastic cap was
removed from her head.

Soon Bess was removing the chemicals from Pam's hair. When the girls all took
turns blow drying Pam's hair they were pleasantly surprised at the difference
blonde hair made on the housewife. "Oh, Mom you look cool," exclaimed the girls.
It was clear that the blond hair only added to Pam's new found sensuality and
Bess was very excited about the results. Jake was right Pam did look sexy as
hell as a blonde. She also looked more youthful.

The home color job was not very professional, but it gave Bess a good idea about
how attractive her neighbor was becoming. After the girls were gone tomorrow,
Bess decided that she would take Pam to a professional stylist. She would get
the amateurish dye job evened out and Pam's hair cut and shaped. The girls would
never know the difference. Looking at Pam, Bess knew that her "belonging" was an
exciting creature. She was looking forward to the attention Pam and she would
get over the rest of the weekend.

After several more childish slumber party games the girls bedded down on the
living room floor in sleeping bags and on blankets. Pam and Bess went upstairs.
Bess did not even make a pretense of going to an empty bedroom. She followed Pam
directly into the master bedroom. The bedroom that Pam shared with her husband.

Bess closed and locked the door. "Pam, sit at your vanity. I want to brush out
your hair."

Pam sat as instructed, but Bess told her to remove her clothes. Pam quickly
shucked the sweatshirt and baggy jeans that she had been wearing. Bess was
pleased to note that Pam didn't have any underclothes on. "I'm proud of you
remembering not to wear a bra and panties, Pet. Now let me brush your "new"
hair. Just look at yourself. The one thing you have going for you is this
beautiful body. Not much else, Pet, so you need to make the most of what you
have." Bess had become an expert at making Pam think of herself as an object.
Her "object."

Pam sat naked, looking at herself in the mirror, as Bess brushed the blonde
hair. It was a bit dry from the coloring and needed conditioning. Well, they
would take care of that tomorrow morning, Bess thought to herself.

After brushing Pam's hair, Bess told her to lay on the bed. Bess stood at the
foot of the bed and slowly removed her own clothes. Then while Pam watched Bess
got the panty harness and double dildos from her overnight bag. Pam watched
intently as Bess lubricated the smaller dildo and inserted it into herself. Pam
even moaned slightly as she witnessed the flesh colored cock slide into her
friend.

Tying the panties in place, Bess looked down at her friend. The 8 inch dildo
jutted out from her groin. Bess slowly rubbed a few dollops of KY jelly onto the
rubber cock, making it shine in the dim light. "Look what I have for you, Pet.
Which side of the bed does Bill sleep on? Tonight I'm going to give you more
pleasure in your marriage bed than you have ever had. Tonight you are truly
married to me. You're mine, Pet."

Pam shuddered and indicated Bill's side of the bed. Then she rolled onto her
side and crooked her knee. Bess could see her red clit poking out from between
the inner labia. She could also see moisture forming at the mouth of Pam's cunt.

"Oh, Pet, you are such a beautiful little slut."

Pam shuddered at the term, but was only thinking of how good Bess' small hard
body would feel between her legs. Driving the dildo in and out tirelessly.

Sometime during the night Pam woke to giggles from the living room. She had to
lift herself off of 4 inches of the dildo that was still buried in her cunt.
Bess was snuggled behind her spoon fashion. Pam remembered that after what
seemed like several hours of non-stop fucking Bess had been driving into her in
what Bess called "doggy style." They had fallen asleep in that position. Bess
holding onto her from behind. After slipping the dildo all the way out, Pam put
on a bathrobe and went down to the living room to quiet the girls.

Back in the bedroom Bess was snoring softly. As Pam re-locked the door and
slipped off the bathrobe, Bess opened an eye. Sleepily she unscrewed the dildo
and handed it to Pam. "Pet, sleep with this in you, if you can." Pam laid back
down next to Bess and raising her knees to her chest slowly stuck the dildo into
herself. "That's a good girl, I love you Pet." Bess rolled over and drifted back
off the sleep. Pam finally fell asleep 30 minutes later. Only after she had
masturbated herself to another orgasm.

****

On Saturday morning everyone in the house was up by 8:00 AM. Even after the long
night of sex in the master bedroom and the long night of silliness on the living
room floor, the house was up fairly early.

Pam was up and wrapped in her robe before Bess stirred. She took the dildo out
of herself slowly. It was stuck inside of her from dried secretions of her own
orgasms. She was very gentle since she didn't want to bruise her delicate
tissues. After getting the 8 inch rubber cock free, she went downstairs to fix
the kids' breakfast. All the girls were still commenting on her blond hair as
they sat around the kitchen table eating pancakes.

Bess trudged sleepily into the kitchen and asked Pam for some coffee, which Pam
quickly served. Then the girls were off to shower and get dressed. The mother of
one of the guests was going to pick up all the girls at 9:30 to continue the
weekend. The girls were talking excitedly about going to an arcade in the
afternoon and a movie that night.

Bess continued being a "hit" with the girls when she gave each of Pam's
daughters a twenty dollar bill to spend during the day. Pam was about to object,
but Bess unobtrusively waved her off. Pam's daughters each gushed over the gift
and gave "Aunt Bess" a big hug. Bess had encouraged the girls to call her "Aunt
Bess" the night before. She knew that Pam's daughters could be useful in the
housewife's manipulation. Besides, Bess really liked the girls, sort of the
children she never had and was unlikely to ever have.

Soon a mini-van was honking in the driveway. Pam and Bess stood in the doorway
and waved as the youngsters climbed in the van with their overnight cases. The
girls were going to church with the family on Sunday, so Pam wouldn't see her
family until mid-afternoon of the next day. Bess and Pam would be together until
the girls and Bill were due back from their respective outings. This was the
first time Pam would be away from some relative since having kids. She felt
giddy at the simple freedom of not having to worry about her husband or kids.

Bess shut the door and turned to Pam. "Pet, we are going to have so much fun.
You go get in the shower, I'm going back to my house. I'll drive back so we can
go from here."

As Pam took a leisurely shower Bess cut across the yards to her house, (waving
to Mr. Odom as she went) picked up a bag that she had pre-packed the afternoon
before, and drove her nice clean car around the block to Pam's. Entering the
front door Bess quickly ran up the stairs, slipped off her clothes and joined
Pam in the shower before the housewife was finished.

The two women soaped each other with a practiced familiarity. Finally drying
each other with plush towels, they stood naked in Pam's bedroom.

Pam literally stood waiting for Bess' command. Bess looked at Pam with an
appraising eye. Flat stomach, roughly trimmed brown pubes, full flared hips wide
from childbirth, dark red nipples on her now only slightly sagging pendulous
breasts, topped off with a pretty face and blond hair. Bess thought that Pam
looked like she was made for one purpose. To arouse men (and women). Very
simply, standing naked in a bedroom, Pam was now built to fuck.

Bess told Pam to get dressed in something comfortable. Jeans and a sweatshirt
would be fine. No bra or panties and no make-up. Bess pulled Pam's high heels
out of the packed bag and handed them to Pam. Bess dressed in a similar fashion
except for the high heels. Then they were off in Bess' car for the morning. Bess
had reserved some time at one of the new full-treatment beauty saloons for both
of them.

At the salon, Bess had set up both of them for an entire full-body treatment.
Starting out with the two of them stripping down and getting onto tanning beds
naked for 15 minutes. The heat from the lamps relaxed Pam and covered her in a
sheen of sweat. From there they went to a sauna, followed by a dip in a cool
whirlpool. Afterwards they each had a deep muscle massage from a Swedish woman
who had to weigh 250 pounds. Pam had never been so pampered and exhausted from
doing nothing.

After the massage, both women were taken to a back room where a technician
applied a bikini wax. Bess made sure that the instructions were for Pam's wax to
reduce her brown pubic hair to only a small triangle that pointed directly at
her red tipped clit that still poked out from behind its hood. The technician
even commented about how prominent Pam's clit was. But the housewife was still
unaware of the chemical treatment that Bess had given her most sensitive spot.
Pam's labia where completely uncovered and the wife and mother could feel the
air on her most private parts. She was embarrassed by the familiarity that the
female technician showed as she applied the hot wax with what looked like a
tongue depressor, but at least Pam controlled herself. The initial arousal she
felt was soon replaced by the agony of having her pubic hair pulled from her
sensitive skin by the hardened wax.

Bess' bikini wax was not nearly as complete as Pam's. She only had the hair on
her upper thighs removed. Following the bikini wax the women donned robes and
went to get their hair styled. As before Bess took control of the hair cut and
styling for both herself and Pam.

Bess had her hair washed, trimmed to even it off and simply styled. Pam on the
other hand had her hair washed and re-colored. The shade was even lighter than
the home coloring done the night before. Pam was tired and actually slept as her
hair was washed with warm water, cut and dried. The professionals at the salon
were able to make the color uniform and condition the hair so it would be silky
and shiny. They also cut several inches from the shoulder length hair and styled
it in an elegant cut that did not reach Pam's shoulders, but framed her pretty
face. After the hair styling the women were escorted to an area of the salon for
a makeover.

Pam had never felt so pampered in her life. She felt wonderful and beautiful.
The make up that Bess had selected for Pam would make her look more
sophisticated and sultry than she had ever looked. She was being transformed
from a mousy housewife into a siren whose song would attract the most jaded and
worldly of men. One look at the new Pam, would get the blood stirring in any
limp cock. Cocks that would have not noticed her several short months ago would
now throb for Bill Henderson's wife.

Once the makeover was complete Pam and Bess got dressed and headed back to Pam's
house. It was mid-afternoon when the two women reached Pam's bedroom. Bess had
her Pet disrobe and, with a few hours until dinner, Bess enjoyed toying with the
housewife's body. Just a caress here and a pinch there, nothing that would mess
up the face that was perfectly made up. Bess was intrigued by the way the salon
had made up Pam. Particularly her lips. The shade of red matched Pam's nipples
and her lips were made to look full and pouting by an outline of darker lip
gloss. Bess had Pam sit on her bed and helped her apply glue-on fingernails. Pam
normally kept her fingernails trimmed short and coated in clear polish, a
necessity when doing housework and working with pre-schoolers. Bess had Pam
paint her toe-nails and finger-nails with a dark red gloss enamel. Bess enjoyed
watching Pam as she bent her long shapely leg over her knee to reach her
toe-nails with the brush. This opened up her almost hairless vagina to Bess'
gaze. Bess found it hard to control herself, it was all the woman could do to
keep herself from sinking a finger into the buttery cunt so lasciviously
exposed.

The time finally came for the women to dress for dinner. Bess dressed first,
putting on white panties, a simple light colored dress and white sandals. Then
she helped Pam dress. Pam had difficulty with the snaps and buttons because she
was unused to the long finger-nails. So Bess placed each article lovingly on her
Pet. Black thong panties, black elastic top thigh high stockings, the white
sheer blouse, a black mini-skirt and 4 inch heels with ankle straps. Brassieres
for both women were left in the bedroom.

Bess placed extra make-up and her wallet into her hand-bag. She told Pam not to
bring a purse. Bess as usual would take care of all Pam's needs. Pam's only
responsibility was to look beautiful, "After all, that is your only real
talent."

Pam now walked with ease in her high heels. Her unrestrained tits bounced in the
most tantalizing way as the two women walked to the car. Bess, of course, drove
and they were soon parking at Jake's restaurant. Since it was Saturday evening,
it was very crowded. Pam asked if Bess thought they would see Scotty, she really
liked the young man and the two had made a connection with each other. They were
two people who knew their place. They both knew deep inside that they would do
the will of others. That knowledge gave them common ground, even though it was
unspoken.

Pam's tall voluptuous figure and blonde hair attracted attention. The two women
easily moved to the front of the line of patrons. Everyone was staring at Pam's
visible red nipples as they danced inside her sheer white blouse. Bess kept
whispering to her to keep her shoulders back and chest thrust forward. "Be proud
of all MY work Pam, don't you hide your assets." Not wanting to disappoint Bess,
the housewife screwed up her courage and overcame her embarrassment. Pam
pretended that her arms were bound behind her. She walked as she knew Bess
wanted her to and was rewarded by an inordinate amount of attention. Bess
reveled in the display Pam put on. She didn't look cheap. In fact, Pam looked
very elegant, but sex just seemed to ooze from her Pet. Bess was proud and she
enjoyed the attention as much as Pam was embarrassed by it.

The maitre d', remembering that Jake had spent time with these two women,
ushered them past the velvet rope to a private table. Pam spotted Scotty serving
a large group at a table across the room and waved to him. The wave pulled her
shirt tight across her nipples and displayed them to the room. Scotty saw the
motion, looked puzzled for a moment, and then recognized Pam. The young handsome
muscular man broke into a wide grin, and after placing a platter with a thick
steak in front of a distinguished looking silver haired gentleman, he waved back
to Pam. Scotty had a feeling of concern for the housewife when he saw her "new
look", but he did not let his face show it.

In moments Jake, the dark handsome owner of the restaurant, was at Bess' side.
"You have done it, Bess. She is incredible." Jake took Bess' hand in his as he
spoke. He remembered that if he had any hope of enjoying Pam's charms it would
be because he first courted Bess. "Tell me how you accomplished this
transformation, Bess," Jake asked, his voice full of admiration.

Pam blushed and looked down at the table unable to meet Jake's eyes. Bess took
the opportunity to turn Jake's face to hers and say, "Just the way you train
Scotty. I took your advice and things are working out well. Aren't they, Pet?"
Pam looked up and quietly said, "Yes Bess."

"Oh, Pet. Have you forgotten? We are not with your children now. I'll have to
punish you later."

Jake smiled broadly at the comment. Pam shifted slightly in her seat thinking of
the paddle. Her nipples involuntarily became hard.

"Yes, Miss Bess." It was a whisper.

But Jake heard it and clapped his hands together, "I'm impressed, Bess." Turning
to Pam, Jake took her hand and gently kissed it in the style of 'Camelot and
Arthur's Court.' "You are bewitching, Pam, truly a special flower. Thank both of
you for gracing my restaurant this evening. Please enjoy whatever you wish, 'on
the house'. I'll see you later."

Jake left the table to attend to his business; Bess smiled to herself, and Pam's
cunt began to moisten.

Acquisition 16/38 (BDSM, NC, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter

Bess and Pam had a delicious meal, with Bess watching the portions Pam ate
carefully. While Scotty was not their waiter, he was able to stop by the table
for a few moments and talk with his friends. He noticed the color on both Pam
and Bess from the tanning session. Scotty was very tan himself, and explained
that he was in the final preparations for a bodybuilding contest and spent time
every day in a tanning bed Jake had bought and had installed at their townhouse.
He said he missed working out with the women. This statement brought a blush
from both Pam and Scotty. Bess just laughed, "Why don't you come back for a
workout? I still have my paddle!" This joke drove Scotty from the table. Pam
looked away, remembering the young man's hot, hard cock squirting in her hand.

The private table didn't provide much opportunity for interaction with other
restaurant patrons. Since Bess' goal was to see if she could attract an eligible
man to fulfill her own needs, she waved at Jake as he walked through the dining
area. She asked him if they could have a table in the bar for an after dinner
drink.

Jake immediately went to the bar and had a table cleared for the women. He
quickly returned. With Jake in the middle, Pam and Bess each being held around
the waist by his strong arms, he led them to the bar. Pam allowed herself to be
steered by the dark and powerful man. Bess, while enjoying the masculine arm
around her, kept a pressure against Jake's arm, indicating that she was not some
weak woman who would be directed at his whim.

Jake directed then to a tall table with tall chairs, which gave the women a good
view of the bar. It also made them both step up and put their legs on display.
Both had short skirts and slipping onto the seats exposed most of their thigh.
Bess even showed more leg than Pam because she was so short. However, her legs
were her only good feature, so she didn't bother to tug at the hem of her dress,
even though almost her entire legs were exposed. Pam, self conscious about
showing so much of her thighs, pulled at her skirt. At least she was able to
cover the white flesh above her stocking tops. Bess was comfortable letting a
little flesh be exposed over the top of her elastic topped stockings and even
swung one leg with nervous energy.

Bess expectantly scanned the room. Now she would find out if Pam would attract
some 'hot' men for her with whom she might be able to score. Pam looked
uncomfortable in the middle of the bar. Her nipples were visible and her short
skirt made her keep her legs pressed together in modesty. However, clenching her
thighs tightly did cause her sensitive clit to feel some friction. On the one
hand, she was trying to be modest and not attract attention, but on the other
hand, that very act seemed to cause her to become aroused. Pam, as always it
seemed, was unable to handle herself in some situations. Therefore, as was
becoming second nature to the housewife, she looked to Bess for help.

"Miss Bess," Pam whispered, "I feel so on display here. What should I do?"

"Oh, my silly Pet. That's exactly why we are here. To put you on display!"

Bess reached across the table and stroked Pam's blond hair. Jake arrived back at
the table with two fruity rum drinks. "I thought you ladies would enjoy
something sweet from the bar," he said. Bess accepted the drinks and took a sip.
"This is delicious, Jake, thank you. Drink up, Pet, the evening is still young."

Jake added, "I'm sure that you both will have all the drinks you need. The men
at the bar are discussing you both. I know that you will be the center of
attention tonight. Enjoy yourselves. I'll be back later to see how you are
doing. Perhaps later, we can go over to my club. It's not far from here and you
can dance there."

Jake left the table and soon the two women were surrounded by handsome,
well-dressed men. Bess chatted easily with them. Pam, unfamiliar with the bar
scene, was at a loss for words. She didn't lack for attention. Man after man
came up to talk with her. She was only able to mumble one word answers to their
questions. Bess handled the conversations. Pam looked elegant and sexy, but she
unconsciously kept fingering the wedding ring on her hand. She was having a good
time, but she felt so out of place. She didn't feel like herself at all. The
drinks kept coming, courtesy of the men who wanted to stand next to her and gaze
at her nipples and legs. Men who wanted to touch her and take her to bed. Men
who wanted to be with this sexy voluptuous woman.

The alcohol was having its effect and soon Pam was laughing at the charming
men's jokes. She relaxed and enjoyed the attention. She began tossing her head
back when she laughed at some comment. Displaying her slender white neck and
drawing her blouse tight across her chest making her hard red nipples even more
prominent.

Bess asked for the hand of one of the men and slipped off her chair, telling Pam
that she was headed to the rest room. Her dress slid up even higher exposing her
athletic legs almost to her panties before falling back in place. Bess noticed
with satisfaction that several of the men blatantly looked at the show she had
put on.

As Bess left the table, Pam was surrounded. The men had picked up on Bess being
Pam's protector. Without the controlling young woman present as a buffer, it was
open season on the sexy woman whose charms were being displayed on the very edge
of decency in the upscale restaurant.

A drink was thrust into Pam's hand by one man. An arm of another snaked around
her waist, while a third whispered in her ear, "Would you like to go back to my
place for a nightcap, pretty lady?"

Pam sat frozen. The attention of the men panicked her. She had never been "hit"
on like this in her life, and didn't know how to respond. Pam decided to go
after Bess. The women's bathroom would afford her protection from her strident
admirers. Pam slid off her high chair. The drinks hit her hard as she tried to
stand. The back of her skirt remained stuck on the chair exposing her thighs
above her stocking tops and showing a brief flash of black panty at her crotch.
Her fleshy buttocks were momentarily exposed. Pam grasped the table to steady
herself and several hands reached out to help. One on her waist and another
pressed against her unfettered tits. Pam pulled away from the table and the
groping hands and headed towards the bathroom on wobbly legs.

The men stood and watched as Pam's ass swung enticingly away from them as the
housewife fought to keep her balance. She quickly made it to the bathroom and
leaned against a sink trying to clear her head. She heard a toilet flush and was
relieved when Bess appeared at her side.

"Oh Pet, are you feeling the drinks?"

"I'm so lightheaded, and those men wouldn't leave me alone."

Pam turned on the water in the sink and was about to splash some water on her
face.

"NO, Pet! Don't wet your face; it will ruin your make-up. You look so beautiful.
Here let me help you." Bess took a paper towel from the dispenser and wet it in
the sink. Then with great care she dabbed the wet cool towel on Pam's neck and
throat, refreshing the housewife. Bess unbuttoned two additional buttons on
Pam's shirt and ran the wet towel on Pam's sternum between her breasts. Bess
toyed with the idea of wetting Pam's shirt to make it completely transparent,
but remembered that this was an expensive restaurant, and she didn't want to
embarrass Jake. So she helped Pam to a stall and waited while Pam urinated.
Exiting the stall, Pam felt better. She was about to re- button the blouse when
Bess stopped her and said, "Leave them unbuttoned, Pet. It doesn't show much,
but the swell of your tits and their inside curve are so pretty. Just be careful
when you move or one of them might pop out."

Pam dumbly obeyed Bess. Still lightheaded, Pam took Bess' hand and they exited
the bathroom. Standing outside the door, Jake was waiting for them.

"Well, here are my two beauties. Is everything OK? You left a lot of
disappointed men at the bar. Bess, is your Pet feeling OK?" Jake slipped calling
Pam 'pet' into the conversation easily and neither of the women noticed.

"She isn't used to drinking, so we were just giving her a break from the crowd.
She's fine now." Bess replied.

Jake peered down Pam's open blouse. Because of his height he could see her
nipples not only through the shirt, but completely uncovered from above. The
swell of Pam's tits was enticing.

"Listen, my club is only a few blocks away. Why don't I walk you there? The
night air might help Pet clear her head. And I know that you will enjoy the
atmosphere there." Looking first at Bess then deliberately down Pam's blouse so
Bess would get the message, "The club is not nearly as formal as the restaurant,
and there are always all sorts of unique people there to meet. Plus you can
dance. You both like to dance, don't you?"

Pam shook her head no, but Bess answered, "Of course, we can't wait to shake our
booty, can we Pet?"

Jake laughed and replied, "Good, it's decided. Let's walk over. You ladies be
sure to wave at the men in the bar. I know that they will miss you." Jake again
took each woman by the waist. In her lightheaded state, Jake was able to pull
Pam up tight against his body. He could feel her curves and her heat. Bess was
less stiff than before, but clearly still didn't automatically take Jake's lead.

Jake gave an evil smile to Scotty as he left the restaurant with the women.
Scotty hoped that Bess would be able to protect Pam from his boss, lover and
Dom.

The three enjoyed the walk of several blocks. Pam did find that the night air
cleared her head a little. She vowed to be careful about drinking at the club.
Maybe Bess wouldn't want to stay very long and they could go home.

It was still only a little after 9:00pm. The club really didn't crank up until
after midnight. That is when the really unusual patrons appeared. However, since
it was Saturday night there would be a good crowd, even this early. It would be
only slightly more mainstream, but Jake was sure that Pam would see things that
the straight-laced and over-protected housewife had never seen before.

They finally reached an old warehouse building. There was nothing to indicate
that it was a club except a small sign over the door that read "MILTON'S" and a
very large muscular black man in a bulging tee- shirt standing next to the door.

As Jake and the women approached, the man took the door handle and said, "Good
evening, sir."

Jake smiled at the man, "Ready for the body building contest, Rufus?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Good, how is it tonight?"

"Well, it's pretty crowded. Got some couples, a few more single men than we
would like, and a crowd from the Gay and Lesbian Alliance arrived a while ago.
Only a few unattached females. But you know, the kinky crowd won't get here
until a lot later."

Rufus pulled open the door. The quiet of the street was broken by the noise from
the club. Bess could see lights flashing and feel the throb of rock music. The
sound was loud but not deafening. Jake ushered the women inside and the heavy
door shut behind them.

"Rufus is a great bouncer," Jake said.

But the women didn't hear him; they were taking in the sights of the converted
warehouse. Lights flashed and bodies gyrated to the music. It was a large room
with a high ceiling. Not fancy, with only the minimum of decoration. The
lighting theme seemed to be red. Red spotlights, red neon lights glowed above
the bar that stretched along one wall. A scattering of tables covered in red
cloth and a stage at the far end where a rock band wailed out a song. What
decorations there were seemed to be paintings of nude women in the damnation
theme. One showed women being driven out of a building into the street, another
was satyrs chasing women. The largest painting was of naked men and women,
standing on a cliff overlooking what was supposed to be a vast pit of fire and
brimstone.

Finally catching the women's attention, Jake said, "I make more money here than
at the restaurant. Low overhead and I can sell more than liquor. Especially when
I have a 'rave' for the teenagers. But tonight it's a normal crowd. Let's get a
table and have a drink. Then you can dance. Bess, you keep an eye on Pam," Jake
laughed. "We have a number of lesbians here tonight. Those dykes will definitely
try to get to Pet.

They sat at an open table and when Jake waved his arm, a bartender hopped over
the bar to see what the Boss wanted to drink. There was no serving staff at the
club. If you wanted it, you went to the bar and got it. Cash on the barrelhead.
No checks, no credit, no plastic and no trail for the IRS. Jake under-reported
the income from the club significantly. The only exception to the rule was the
Boss, and of course any attractive women with him.

Once the drinks had arrived, Jake pointed out various parts of the club. At one
point he indicated a hallway that went off from beside the bar. Another bouncer
sat at the entrance to the hallway. "There are some private club rooms back
there," Jake said, "I hope that you can visit them sometime, but nobody is back
there now. They open up much later."

An attractive, slender, 30ish looking man in jeans and silk shirt stepped up to
the table and asked Pam to dance. She declined, but Bess hopped up and grabbing
the man's hand, saying, "Dance with me first, then you can dance with her. I
promise."

Jake laughed, realizing that Bess was using Pam as a lure.

Jake decided to sit with Pam and find out more about her. Information that he
would later be able to use. Jake knew she was married with children, so in his
most charming style he asked about Pam's family while encouraging her to
continue sipping the very strong drink he had his barman pour for her.

In a few minutes, Bess was back at the table and Pam was pulled to her feet by
the man. Fortunately, it was a moderately fast song. Pam stood, moving only
minimally and looked beautiful, while the man danced around her. At one point he
hooked his arm around her waist and spinning around let his forearm cop a quick
feel of her tits. Pam had to bring her hands up to keep her breasts from
spilling out of her still dangerously unbuttoned blouse. She was more concerned
about being exposed and hardly noticed that the man had obviously enjoyed
hefting her tits with his arm.

Mercifully, the song ended and Pam walked back to the table. Jake got up and
told the ladies that he would return after checking on some business. Actually,
he found two older, better dressed men that were acquaintances of his. He asked
them to go and dance with Pam and Bess and keep them company. "Show them a nice
time and I'll pick up the bar tab, just tell me what you spend and I'll
reimburse you."

The two men asked if they could try to fuck the women. "You can try, but be nice
and don't scare them."

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