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Acquisition
by Headhunter

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Acquisition 5/38 (BDSM, NC, WS, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter


The two women relaxed and recovered while laying on Bess' bed. Bess
cradled her neighbor in her arms and absentmindedly ran a hand up and
down Pam's back.

"It's nice lying here with you Pam"

Pam said, "Yes, this is nice, but that before was excruciating Bess."

Bess said, "I know, but it was exciting. You had two orgasms Pam."

Pam turned her head into a pillow and sobbed softly, "Do you think that
that's wrong Bess? I'm a married woman. What would Bill say? Have we
sinned?"

"Pam, I have told you again and again, in my house you don't worry
about Bill or the kids or anything. You just listen to me. I say that
it was wonderful, I won't allow you to feel any guilt. Besides look how
it made your tits stick up and you are making such progress on your
diet and exercise."

"You won't do that to me again will you Bess? It hurt so much. The
paddling is OK, it hurts but it is kind of fun. I like pretending I'm a
little girl. But what you did to my brea... s... my tits hurt so much."

"Pam, I'll think of another way to help firm you up, but I won't
promise never to do that again. I will if I think you need it." Bess
saw a tear form in Pam's eye. "But don't worry, pet, I won't do it for
a while." Bess felt Pam relax in her arms with that statement. "As for
sinning, we are friends helping each other. Also, you do what I say. So
if there is a sin, it's mine. You don't have any choice, so no matter
what, you are not to blame. When you are here you are not to think or
worry. I'll do the thinking and worrying for both of us. You just
listen to me. Isn't that wonderful, freeing and relaxing?"

Pam snuggled in Bess' arms and murmured, "Mmm."

After a while the women got up. Pam told Bess that the slip cover and
bedspread were finished and she would bring them over tomorrow.

Bess said she had some presents for Pam that she would give her
tomorrow. Since it was not a workout day they could dedicate Pam's new
room. Everything was done and now Pam would have a place just for
herself. A place away from all the pressures of the world outside of
Bess' house. Bess knew that that was what Pam really wanted, right? Pam
of course agreed.

Despite the torturous evening, Bess was able to make Pam look forward
to returning the next day.

**

That night Pam slipped into her bed next to Bill. After he had gone to
sleep Pam gently rubbed her breasts. Her nipples hardened and she could
feel moisture forming in her vagina. Her dreams that night were of
standing naked in the center of a large group of people who were all
pulling her in different directions.

**

In her bed Bess was able to detect Pam's odor on her bed covers from
the housewife's wet orgasm. She smiled to herself in the dark and ran
her hand between her legs. Her dreams that night were of standing above
a crowd of naked cowering people flexing her muscles.

**

The next morning Bess spent the morning shopping in preparation for
Pam's arrival.

After school, Pam ran energetically to Bess' house, carrying the black
material. Then she thought, actually I'm running to my own refuge, my
new room. She wondered excitedly what presents Bess had for her.

Bess entered the back door and removed her clothes. Once naked she
stretched and shook her body, relaxing. Being naked here was becoming
very comfortable and natural for Pam.

Pam called out to Bess and she heard "Up here, Pam," as a reply.

Pam ran up the stairs. Bess stood there in a very pretty floral print
party dress. Her hair was styled and she even wore a pearl necklace.
Pam had never seen her neighbor dress in such feminine clothes. She
looked like she was ready to go to a garden party. Looking out of place
were Pam's black high heels hanging from her fingers.

"Oh Bess you look so nice. Why are you dressed up?"

"Put on your shoes first."

Pam sat on the top step and slipped her feet into the shoes and
tightened the ankle straps. Pam reached up to Bess and was helped to
her feet. Pam's legs stretched and her buttocks tightened.

"I wanted to get dressed for our party Pam. Let's go to your room. I
have some presents for you. You are the most important person to me and
I want to celebrate your home with me here."

The women entered Pam's Room. On the bed were several boxes. There were
also several boxes on the dressing table. On the dresser was a small
cake with two candles and a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"Oh Bess, is all this for me?" Pam asked excitedly.

"Yes love, I wanted to reward my pet for being such a good friend and
working so hard for me. There is one box for me, but the rest are all
yours. First lets put the slipcover on the couch and bedspread on the
bed, then you can open your gifts."

The two women, one all dressed up and the other naked except for high
heels, stretched the slip cover over the old couch. Then after
transferring the packages to the couch they stretched the black satin
bedspread over the mattress.

Sit on the bed Pam and I'll bring you your gifts. Pam giggled and sat
half reclined on the bed. "Oh Bess, you were right this cool satin
feels wonderful against my skin."

"Always remember Pam, I know best," replied Bess. Bess couldn't help
but notice how Pam's white skin stood out in stark relief from the
black satin. It accentuated every line and curve. "Very erotic,"
thought Bess as she handed a box to Pam.

Pam opened the box and discovered a sheer white silk negligee. "This is
beautiful, Bess."

"Well, you will need something to wear if you ever get the chance to
spend the night in your room."

"Do you really think I'll get to someday? Maybe someday if Bill is on a
business trip and the girls are at a friend's house. I haven't spent a
night by myself since I got married. And this gown is gorgeous. Not
really me, though. I usually just wear an old tee-shirt or flannel
night gown to bed."

"Not here, Pam. You are a beautiful, exciting women in this room, not a
middle-aged housewife. That the rule, right?"

"That's right."

The packages were opened one at a time. A beautiful comb and brush for
the vanity. A set of red towels that matched the furniture. A gold
chain with two brass keys.

"Pam, that's the key to the house and the key to the door to your room.
If I'm not here and you want to come here you have my permission to
enter anytime you want. If you want to lock this door for privacy, you
can."

Bess of course had a second key to Pam's room on her own key ring.

Pam cried, "That's wonderful Bess. You don't know how little privacy a
wife and mother gets. Half the time I can't even go to the bathroom
without somebody calling me or walking in on me. This is the best gift,
thank you."

"I trust you with my belongings Pam. Let's have a glass of wine before
we open the packages on the vanity."

"More things for me? Wow!" Pam stood up and hugged Bess. Bess poured
the wine and handed Pam a glass.

"Pam this is a special party so drink up. I'll let you go off your diet
for an hour or two," smiled Bess.

The women gulped down the sweet wine.

"We'll eat cake, after everything is open," said Bess, handing Pam a
small box from the vanity.

It was a bottle of red nail polish that matched the bright red of the
furniture. The next was a bottle of nail polish remover.

"That's not a color you would wear at home, so I though you would want
to be able to remove it," Bess observed sardonically.

"I hardly ever wear nail polish," answered Pam.

The next package was a matching red lipstick. Then some more makeup;
including blush, mascara, eyeliner, a small bottle of perfume,
moisturizing cream and hair mousse. Also a jar of cold cream, a bag of
cotton balls and a box of tissue.

"After you make yourself beautiful, I know you will need to clean up,"
said Bess as she refilled the wine glasses.

Bess reached over to the last big box on the vanity. She lifted it up.
It didn't have a bottom and small black plastic TV/VCR/Tape player was
revealed on the vanity.

Pam "Oohed and Ahhed," in surprise.

"I thought you would like to listen to some music or watch some TV.
Just think Pam, you can watch what you want and not have to fight Bill
or the girls for the remote control." Bess hit the music tape play
button and some soft jazz began to play.

"This is too expensive Bess. You shouldn't have done all of this."

"Actually I got this stuff at a discount store. Besides I wanted to do
this for you, you are always so good to me. Always helping me out and
doing what I want. You deserve it." Then Bess added, "you will never
make me regret being so good to you will you Pam?"

"Oh no, Bess."

"That's good Pam, that's very good. OK, let's light the candles on the
cake, then we can be naughty by going off our diets. Have another glass
of wine."

More wine was poured and the candles on the cake were lit.

Bess pulled out an instant camera from a drawer, "Pam, lets record the
moment. Take a picture of me blowing out the candles."

Pam backed up and snapped a picture of Bess' face blowing on the top of
the cake. Bess relit the two candles and said, "Let me get one of you."

Pam was so comfortable with her nudity that she never thought about it.
If she did she didn't say anything. Possibly she thought that only her
face would show in the picture along with the cake. However, Bess made
sure that she was far enough away so the picture would get Pam from mid-
thigh up. Pam was in profile, leaning slightly forward, blowing the
candles out. Her breasts were hanging slightly away from her body and
her ass was sticking out. Bess snapped the picture, Then hugged Pam and
holding the camera as far away from them as she could, she snapped
another picture of the nicely dressed Bess standing with her naked
neighbor, hugging and blowing out the candles.

More wine was drunk and pieces of cake eaten.

The two women began organizing the room. The negligee was hung in the
closet with the too small workout outfit. The towels put in a dresser
drawer. The make up and beauty aids were arranged in and on the vanity.
In the drawer below the small TV/VCR/tape player were some song
cassettes and several video tapes. Not surprisingly they were some of
Bess' ex-husband's X-rated tapes. Bess clicked off the music and popped
a tape in the machine. Moans and groans could be heard immediately. The
clean up of the room was finished and Pam sat on her bed and said, "My
own place to get away. This is wonderful. I don't know how to thank you
Bess."

"Well actually Pam there is one little thing you can do for me."

"What's that? I'll try if I can."

Bess stood above the sitting Pam. "Do you remember the other day when
you held me while I masturbated?"

Pam blushed and looked at the floor, "Yes, but I told you I can't do
that. I can't touch a woman that way. It's not right."

Bess cupped Pam's chin and lifter her head so that she was staring into
her eyes. "But you also said that you would hold me. You know I need to
be held. You are all I have Pam."

"I know Bess, I don't mind holding you, as a friend, but... "

"Pam you said that you would hold me while I had an orgasm, as long as
you didn't have to touch me. Right!"

"Yes, I guess, Bess."

"You guess?," Bess said with a tight voice. "I do all this for you and
now when I ask you to do something for me. Something that you already
promised to do, you won't. What kind of friend are you. How I misjudged
you Pam. You are supposed to do anything I say in this house."

"I'm sorry Bess. As long as I don't have to... you know... as long as I
only have to hold you."

Bess snarled, "You ungrateful bitch... I plan this beautiful party, buy
you presents."

The wonderful afternoon and feeling of friendship and tenderness
evaporated. Pam was so confused she wanted to do everything Bess
wanted, but she just couldn't, her morals told her it was wrong. Pam
began to weep silently, big tears rolling down her face.

"Please Bess, don't hate me. I love you... "

"I need to show you who is boss, that's what. You selfish little girl."
Bess grabbed Pam hard by the arm and pulled her off the bed. She pushed
Pam towards the couch and the older housewife, staggered in her high
heels, off balance. "Bend over the arm of the sofa. I told you I
wouldn't spank you up here, but I am going to because you just deserve
it."

Pam leaned over the arm without hesitation.

"Pam, tell me you deserve this, tell me you want it to make up for
being bad."

Bess began to slap Pam's exposed ass cheeks hard.

"I deserve this Bess."

SLAP SLAP "Again."

"I deserve this."

SLAP SLAP "Again."

"I deserve owwwww this."

SLAP SLAP "What else, Pam?"

"I want this..."

SLAP SLAP "What?"

"I want this..."

SLAP SLAP "Show me you want it and deserve it."

Pam moaned and lifted her ass, sticking it back towards Bess.

SLAP SLAP "You do want it, don't you?

"YESSSS," Pam hissed, "I'm a bad girl."

SLAP SLAP "Your pussy is getting wet isn't it?"

"GOD yes."

SLAP SLAP "Don't move Pam, I need to get out of these clothes before I
ruin them.

"OK, Hurry... I deserve this... I want this..."

Bess' dress and panties fluttered to the floor. She wasn't wearing a
bra. Her flat chest made it unnecessary.

SLAP SLAP "Ohhh... Owwww"

"Your ass is getting red you ungrateful baby."

SLAP SLAP "It's Ok... I deserve it... "

"Harder Pam... You want it harder."

SLAP SLAP "Yessss... punish me... harder."

Despite the pain Pam raised her ass even higher.

Bess could see her neighbor's pussy getting wet. She began to rain
slaps down at machine gun speed until her hand began to hurt.

Pam was alternately crying and moaning.

Bess finally stopped. "Now I KNOW how to treat you Pam. Stand up and
get over to the bed. You will do this for me. I won't make you touch my
pussy, but you WILL give me some relief.

Crying openly Pam staggered on the high heels to the bed.

"Here is my present Pam. The present YOU WILL help me with," Bess said
in a somber almost mean voice. She opened up a box that had been hidden
under the bed. From the box she pulled a heavy piece of black material.
It was a triangle with long straps attached to each corner. The
triangle was made of two matching pieces with a triangular piece of
plastic sewn in between like the meat in a sandwich. 1/2 inch of
threaded screw stuck out from the center of each side of the triangle
material, held firm by the heavy plastic center on which it was mounted.

Bess turned Pam roughly and tied two of the straps around Pam's waist.
The triangle hung down in front of Pam's pubic hair. Bess bent down and
grabbed the strap that hung from the bottom of the triangle she pulled
it up between Pam's legs and looped it under the waist straps. The new
strap slid between Pam's ass cheeks. She tied it off and sharply spun
Pam around so she was looking up into the still crying but bewildered
face of her neighbor. "Its like a thong Bathing suit Pam. Only a lot
stronger and stiffer.

"Sniffing back tears, Pam said. "It feels funny. I've never worn a
thong before."

"Well, you can buy yourself some thong panties then. I'm not going to
be nice to you and get you any... unless you help me."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Do! DO! Why you don't have to do anything Pam except lie on your bed,
close your eyes and hold me like you promised."

"That's all, you beat my ass black and blue for that?"

"You had already promised to do that Pam. I beat your beautiful ass
black and blue, because... I wanted to... and you wanted me to. I'll
bet that strap between your legs is soaked with your juice already."

Pam didn't have to look, she knew it was true.

"OK, my love. On your bed on your back and close your eyes."

"Are you sure... It isn't anything bad... "

"Just shut up and do it now Pam."

Pam slid across the slick satin on to the bed. The cool material
soothing her burning ass flesh. She laid with her arms at her side with
one last look at Bess she closed her eyes.

Bess pulled a nice six inch soft rubber dildo and a tube of KY jelly
from the box. Holding the objects she climbed onto the bed. Checking to
make sure Pam had her eyes closed she bent over the beautiful resting
form. The dildo had a matching heavy plastic plate at its base. In the
plate was a nut which matched the screw in the harness panties Pam
wore. Bess screwed in the dildo to the harness, then squired some
lubricant onto the fake cock that stood up from Pam's groin. Satisfied
with her work Bess swung one leg over Pam, grabbed the fake cock and
while holding herself open with her other hand sat down on her friend,
impaling herself. It wasn't difficult to slide the dildo into herself.
She had bought the smallest dildo on display. It was a seedy store she
had visited that morning. Bess was happy with her purchase. It had been
over two years since she had been with her husband. And who would
really enjoy those silly 10 and 12 inch monsters that were so
prominently displayed at the store. No, she wanted to enjoy this, not
be ripped apart. Some of the items in that "adult" store had actually
been ridiculous and stupid. Who were they trying to kid?

Pam had laid quietly on the bed. She felt the bed sag when Bess had
gotten on it. Then she felt a tugging and pulling on the outside of the
panties Bess had put on her. Finally she felt Bess sit on her,
straddling her hips. This wasn't so bad, but she wished Bess would let
her open her eyes. She could feel Bess sitting on her. The only other
stimulation was the sounds of sex coming from the video that was still
playing on her new little TV.

Pam felt Bess lean forward and lay her body on top of hers. Pam's
breasts were pressed flat by Bess and she felt Bess' head rest on her
shoulder. Bess whispered in Pam's ear, "Put your arms around me Pam.
Hug me like you promised."

Pam hugged her friend to her. Bess moaned softly. Pam felt a tugging on
the panties Bess had put on her. She could feel Bess slowly rocking her
hips. In just a few moments Bess shuddered in her arms and softly
said, "ooh, ooh, ohhhh." Bess' arms tightened on Pam then her entire
body relaxed. The naive Pam didn't understand what had happened. She
assumed that Bess had had an orgasm, but she didn't know why. She
remained still for a minute then said, "Bess you're heavy, can you slid
off? All your weight is on me."

Bess now recovered laughed and said, "I can't Pam. I'm stuck here until
I can get it out."

Bess looked down at Pam's face only inches from her own and giggling
said, "Thanks for the fuck lover. God I needed that, and it felt great."

Pam still didn't understand but the nastiness of Bess' words sent a
thrill through her.

Bess sat back up and said, "Look down here, Pam."

Pam was shocked when Bess lifted one leg and she saw what looked like a
penis sliding out of a wet and red vagina. She was more shocked when it
popped out of Bess and remained sticking up in the air now obviously
attached to her.

"Bess, what... Oh... OH... now I understand. What did you make me do?"

"What I wanted you to do. I told you I would figure out a way. Thanks.
I will want you to do it again sometime, but next time you can help a
little."

Pam scrambled off the bed. "Bess, I don't think I can. It's not... "

Both women began to laugh, the sight of Pam naked in her high heels
with a fake cock swinging between her legs was so surreal that they
both just burst out laughing.

With the tension broken Pam said, "I thought having boobs was a pain in
the neck sometimes, but I can't imagine having something like this in
the way all the time. Makes me feel sorry for men." The laughter
continued, until while swinging her hips in exaggerated circles to get
the dildo to bounce, Pam gasped, "Ouch, something poked me." She
quickly untied the harness and realized that the little screw on the
inside was poking her sensitive flesh. "What is that screw for?"

Bess said, "I guess it's reversible," suddenly she realized it was
actually made so two fake cocks could be attached She didn't say
anything, but decided that she would have to go back to the "adult
store" and get another dildo. That would be fun.

"Well Pam, I hate to get fucked and run, but this party is over. I am
going to give you some time to yourself in your room. You only have a
few minutes before you need to get the girls."

Bess picked up her clothes, the camera and the harness with dildo still
attached. "Enjoy some quiet time." And Bess left 'Pam's' room.

Acquisition 6/38 (BDSM, NC, WS, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter


Bess allowed Pam some time to herself in her 'own' room before she had
to leave to pick up her kids.

From Bess' standpoint it had been a wonderful day. Pam was really
becoming reliant on her. Pam would do 'almost' anything for her now.
Bess knew that if she manipulated Pam properly that the 'almost' could
be eliminated. She needed to be patient and soon Pam would be
her 'possession.' Bess also realized that having such a possession was
a lot of work and responsibility for her. But she was willing to take
that responsibility, because she knew that the rewards would be so
thrilling and satisfying.

The next day was a workout day and the end of the week. Following the
exercise session Bess took Pam's measurements. A few more pounds were
lost and the waist and hips also were reduced by half an inch each. The
was no change in the bust measurement.

During the workout Bess took every opportunity to touch and fondle Pam.
The overtly sexual caresses were not so much for her own benefit, but
more to keep Pam on a sexual edge. Make her aware of her physical self
and her sexuality. By all accounts Bess was successful, as Pam's
nipples stayed erect and on several occasions, when the exercise
required Pam to spread her legs, an odor and wetness were evident.

After the measurements were done Bess said, "I have another idea about
firming up your tits, Pam."

A look of pure terror flashed in Pam's eyes. She remembered the pain of
the previous tit torture Bess had inflicted on her in the name
of "firming her up."

Seeing the look, Bess laughed, "Don't worry pet. Not like the other
day. My idea will be uncomfortable, but it won't hurt. Let's go take
our shower and I'll show you."

Pam looked at the paddle sitting on the table. It hadn't been used
today.

Bess laughed again, "Not today, Pam. You are starting to enjoy that too
much. It is punishment, after all." Pam actually looked a little
disappointed.

The women took their shower with an easy familiarity. They washed and
dried each other's bodies intimately.

Once dry, Bess said, "Go get your shoes from your room and meet me
downstairs." Pam padded happily to her room. Bess got dressed and when
down the stairs. Pam was taking her time in her room. She really loves
that room, Bess thought. I think we should make it a really special
place for her. Once downstairs, Bess called up to Pam, "Get your ass
down here Pam, but be careful on the stairs, I don't want you falling
down." Bess heard Pam's door open and close. She looked up when she
heard the click of the high heels on the stairs. Pam very carefully
descended. She held herself erect for balance. Bess thought she looked
almost regal as she slowly came down the stairs. She looked like a
naked dream. Her body was really improving. Once again, Bess wished she
could be a man and really "have" her friend. Well she thought there
was 'have' and there was 'possess.'

In the living room the women faced each other. Bess dressed, and Pam
naked, the roles of the two women had become well defined. Bess
said, "The heels make you stand up straighter and keep your legs and
ass flexed. But to help your upper body we need to pull your breasts
up. That's what I was trying to do the other day." Pam flinched as she
remembered the pain. "So my new idea is to help you with your posture.
Pam, you tend to hunch your shoulders and hide your curves. Probably
because you have always been taught to be ashamed of yourself and
because of your poor self concept. But after the last three weeks you
know how wonderful a fit and attractive body can be. So we need to re-
train years of poor posture. It will help you firm up."

Bess held up a short web belt like that used to strap books
together. "Turn around, pull your shoulders back and stick your chest
out. Pam looked unsure but immediately complied with the order. Bess
grasped Pam's arms and pulled them behind her. Then she looped the belt
around Pam's arms above her elbows and pulled it tight. Pam's arms were
trapped behind her body. Her arms were held straight, hands resting on
her buttocks. Bess pulled the belt tighter forcing Pam's elbows to
touch behind her.

"Owwww," Pam cried out.

"Quiet, you baby! It doesn't hurt and your muscles will get used to
that position soon enough."

Bess placed her hand on the back of Pam's neck and steered her over to
a large mirror that hung above a table of knickknacks. "See what a
difference good posture makes? Lift your head up. Keep your neck
straight. I'm going to train you to keep your shoulders back and stand
straight. It's healthier and makes you look and feel better. Look in
the mirror, Pam."

Pam looked and saw her shoulders pulled back so far that their
roundness disappeared behind her. Her breasts were pulled up and out.
They did seem to sit higher. But with her shoulders pulled back to the
extreme they didn't stick out forward, but pointed slightly to each
side. The gap between the tits was extra wide. Bess stood behind her
and said, "Yes, I think that this will work." She reached around Pam
and cupped the older women's tits. She pushed them together so they
pointed forward. "Yes! good posture will firm you up." She release
Pam's tits and watched them bounce back to their cock-eyed position.
Let's leave the strap on for a while. Walk around the house in the
heels. It will help train your posture. Bess sat on the couch watching
her neighbor circle the room. After 15 minutes or so Bess released
Pam's arms and noticed that her neighbor did stand straighter.

"Time for you to go my pet. Tomorrow you can do a little cleaning for
me. Then spend most of your time enjoying 'your room'."

That evening Bill Henderson noticed that his wife seemed different. He
had been noticing some changes in her over the past several weeks. The
diet and exercising with their neighbor Bess really seemed to be
improving her attitude, energy level and look. He didn't think of his
wife much as a sexual person. They had their once a week uninspired
love making. He thought of Pam much the same way everyone else did, as
a mother and pre-school teacher. Of course Bill didn't think of himself
as much of a stud either. He was just an average guy. He was just
trying to get through life. He didn't understand passion. In fact, he
would probably be frightened to death if he was ever faced with a real
emotionally charged situation, much less relationship. That's why he
was so comfortable with Pam. That's what defined their life together.
They were an average comfortable couple. Sure they loved each other,
but it was a steady, what do we need to do today, kind of love. Their
relationship was not a passionate, "damn the torpedo's, full speed
ahead", love affair. He had just never seen Pam as a very lusty person
or himself for that matter. But on the other hand, maybe he should make
love to her tonight. That's the way he thought of it, as him making
love to her. That was TO her, not WITH her. Sex was never the two of
them making love together, much less as screwing each other for the fun
and thrill of it.

That night Bill did roll over onto his wife. He was more excited than
usual and assumed that Pam was as well. His penis slid with ease into
her warm and wetter than usual hole. He grunted above his wife for a
few minutes and unleashed his cum into her. Pam didn't have an orgasm.
She usually only 'finished' about 50% of the time. It had never
bothered her much in the past, but tonight with all of the stimulation
she had endured over the past few days, her body screamed out for
release. But being the dutiful wife, in her marriage bed, she snuggled
up to Bill and didn't say anything. Soon his snoring started, leaving
her frustrated and annoyed.

The next day it was after dinner before Pam could get back to Bess'
house. She was anxious to be with her friend and spend some time
in 'her' room.

After she stripped at the back door, Bess immediately had Pam put on
her heels and then clean up the kitchen from the meals that Bess had
eaten during the day. Following that chore Bess "cinched" Pam's arms
and made her walk around the living room flexing her ass and thrusting
her tits out. Much to Pam's delight Bess would smack her hard on the
ass, with her hand, when she walked near the couch where Bess was
sitting, watching a sex video and rubbing her pussy through her pants.

After about twenty minutes of what Bess began calling, "naked housewife
on parade", she said, "lets go up to your room Pam."

Once in the room Bess bluntly asked Pam if "Bill had screwed her last
night." Pam didn't answer, but blushed and looked at the floor.

"You can't hide anything from me Pam, I can tell he did, so say it!"

"Yes Bess, Bill made love to me last night."

"Did you have an orgasm Pam?"

Again no answer, but Pam's shoulders slumped in resignation.

"You are so transparent, Pam. Since you didn't cum, you shouldn't
really call it "making love." All Bill did was screw you. He fucked you
Pam and you didn't even get-off. That's not making love, that's just
Bill being a selfish asshole. Just the way my ex-husband used to do me."

Bess hugged Pam and continued now with a loving voice, "We have to take
care of each other Pam. I'm horny and since you at least had some sex
last night I want you to wear that harness again and hold me like you
did the other day. That's the least you could do for me."

Soon Pam was laying on her back on the black satin, the pliable rubber
cock jutting up from between her legs. Today Bess had Pam watch as she
lovingly rubbed lubricant over 'Pam's' cock. Then she stripped off her
clothes and told Pam to look at her as she held her own labia apart.
Then she slowly sat on Pam and impaled herself. Bess knew that Pam
couldn't tear her eyes away from her pussy as the cock slowly
disappeared.

Like the other day she leaned forward to be held by the housewife, as
she slowly rocked her pelvis.

"Ohh, that feels good Pam. I love it. I love you. Pam move your hips
some to help get me off."

Pam's mind raced. It was one thing to hold her friend and cuddle her,
but quite another to take an active role in... in... screwing her. That
was the only word she could think of.

Pam didn't move as Bess began to make larger movements with her hips.

"Come on Pam help me... Do it, I need it."

Still no reaction from Pam, so finally Bess grabbed Pam around the
shoulders and rolled her over on top of her. In this position Bess was
able to wrap her legs around Pam's waist. "Come on Pam move your hips."
Bess began kicking Pam's ass with her heels.

The shocked housewife in almost an automatic response thrust her hips
forward.

Feeling the rubber cock drive into her Bess, hissed, "Yesssssss, like
that!! Again Pam, again."

Pam's sex life had consisted of lying on her back while Bill thrust
into her. Neither Mr. or Mrs. Henderson had used any imagination in
their love making. Pam did rock slightly on top of Bess, when prompted
by the heels kicking her ass. But Pam really didn't know how to go
about doing what was being asked of her by her friend.

Bess finally reached a small and entirely unacceptable orgasm. She held
Pam for a few moments then harshly said, "I am not accepting this, Pam.
You will do better. And I don't want any crap from you. Get up off the
bed."

Pam stood up, forgetting that Bess was still connected to her. The
smack of the fake cock hitting her upper thigh reminded her when it
popped free from Bess' pussy.

"Pam take off that thong harness then 'assume the position' over the
arm of the couch. I'm going to punish you."

Pam eagerly complied. This was familiar territory for her. Unlike the
activity that had just taken place on the bed. And as much as she hated
to admit it to herself, she enjoyed Bess' spankings. After all she
deserved them, didn't she.

The harness and cock hit the floor. Pam draped herself over the satin
arm of the couch, looking back expectantly at her friend.

Bess looked around the room and spied the plastic hair brush on the
vanity. She grabbed it and approached Pam with a wicked smile on her
face.

Spanking seemed to make Pam hot, well Bess would give her a spanking,
then she would show her how to fuck.

Bess began to hit Pam's ass using hard short strokes. As she got a
rhythm she began to lengthen the swing. The popping sound echoed off
the bedrooms walls. Soon Pam's cries also could be heard. But Bess
didn't stop. Again and again the hair brush fell on the tender flesh.
It turned red. Bess could see Pam squirms and saw her tits ripple as
the impact traveled up the body. Pam was crying openly. A few dark
spots, where some bruising occurred, showed on the ass that quivered in
anticipation of more blows. And Bess could tell that Pam was turned on.
Her brown nipples were hard and her pussy was wet.

Bess dropped the brush and grabbing Pam by her shoulder length hair,
pulled her to the bed.

"On your back, bitch," growled Bess as she put the harness on herself
for the first time. She squirted some lubricant on the cock, then
kneeled on the bed. Bess roughly pushed Pam's shapely legs apart. The
movement caused sharp pain on Pam's bruised ass, so she lifted her hips
to relieve the pressure and ease the pain.

Bess took the lifting of Pam's hips as an invitation, "You really want
it don't you, you slut?"

"No... No... I was... it hurts... " But Pam felt a thrill. A new thrill
of humiliation by being called such a dirty name by her friend. It was
a terrible name... Not her... she was a wife and mother... But she kept
her pelvis lifted off the bed. Kept her legs spread... It wasn't just
the pain. It was something else. It was weeks of foreplay by Bess. She
was excited. Deep in her soul... in a place that was not even in her
consciousness... she wanted this...

Bess leaned forward rubbing the cock up and down the slit of her
friend... of her possession... then finding the opening, she nestled
the spongy rubber head into place. Finally she let the length slide
easily into Pam.

"Pam, I'm going to show you how to fuck. Feel this and remember. This
is what I'm going to want you to do later."

Bess took hold of Pam's hips and slowly began to withdraw the phallus.
After it was two thirds out she slowly ran it back into Pam's virginal
cunt. "I'll bet this is about the same as Bill, just the old in/out.
Let me show you how good this can really feel, Pam. LET GO and enjoy a
real fucking for a change."

"I shouldn't... I... No... Ohhh... ohh... yessss... I feel it...
yess... ohhh... "

Pam was lost too the sensation. All thoughts of Bill, the girls...
everything disappeared, as Bess added a circular motion to the slow
thrusting of her slim hips.

"So this was what it felt like to be a man," thought Bess. It wasn't
just sex, it was power... To have someone squirming under you while you
pounded into them. To dominate, the act of penetrating, of stabbing
into someone, that was what it was about. Bess enjoyed this feeling of
superiority. She would never let Pam go. She wanted to hold herself
above this woman forever. She would crush this beautiful flower with
her sexual power. The power of her strong body. And what was so ironic,
Pam wanted to be dominated. Bess could tell by the way the middle-aged
wife whimpered under her. "Too bad I don't have nerve endings in this
fake cock. I'd love to know what Pam's buttery wet cunt feels like,"
Bess thought.

****

Bess was relentless. She drove her groin into Pam's over and over. Then
she would withdraw the rubber cock halfway from Pam's clasping cunt and
rotate. Then back again to a hard thrusting motion. At first Pam laid
there fairly still, but the combination of the dildo thrusting into her
and the pain that still emanated from her bruised ass caused her to
begin tilting her pelvis in time to Bess' thrusts.

Bess leaned forward and hissed into Pam's ear, "Wrap your legs around
me."

And Pam did, responding immediately to Bess' order . It caused two
things to happen. First Pam immediately felt relief from her punished
ass as the most bruised parts came off the mattress. Then she felt the
rubber phallus stab into her deeper than before. Her stomach tightened
and felt an orgasm begin to spread from her groin.

"Ohh. I'm finishing Bess... Ohh."

Beth laughed, "That's only a little orgasm, Pam. Is that all you get
from Bill? I've only been doing you for a couple of minutes. You poor
thing. Is that all that your sorry ass husband has done for you? No,
love, that's not an orgasm, that is just prelude. I'll bet Bill
finishes his thing after only a few minutes. By now Bill is probably
breathing hard and can't keep going. Bess, I'm just starting... I can
do this all day."

Pam had to agree with her neighbor. She would never say anything bad
about her husband but Bess was right. After a couple a minutes Bill
would squirt his seed into her and then collapse, panting and sweating
from the two minute workout.

"Pam, relax, lock your legs behind my back. Play with your tits and
close your eyes, we have a long time before you find out what a real
fucking orgasm is."

Pam cupped her breasts with her hands and relaxed back onto the
mattress. The friction from the continuing stroking of Bess' fake
phallus into her cunt and the rubbing of Bess' groin on her clit
created a new sensation. Pam felt like she was floating up from the
bottom of a deep pit. And suddenly she realized that something
wonderful would happen when she finally made it to the top.

Bess continued to vary her motion. And Pam began to slowly build in a
way that she had never felt before. She ran her hands in delicate
circles over her own breasts. They were becoming hypersensitive. She
built and built, while Bess stroked and stroked. This went on for two
more minutes, then 5, then 8. Finally, after twelve minutes of
continuous stroking, Pam emerged from the dark pit into the light. Her
entire being was feeling nothing but the friction between her legs. Her
eyes were tightly closed but she could see flashes of light, her limbs
began to spasm uncontrollably and she had a mind numbing, intense, gut
wrenching orgasm. It was a feeling that she had never had, she could
hear her own screams of pleasure as her mind became clouded to
everything except that pleasure. Oh God, the pleasure was
indescribable. Oh God, she never knew she could have such feelings, so
much intensity.

Pam quivered and quaked. Bess finally stopped and held her neighbor.
Held her tightly, held her tenderly in a way she was sure that Pam's
oaf of a husband never had. She actually leaned forward and gently
kissed the tears from Pam's cheeks. She didn't rush to withdraw
her "cock". She left it nestled in Pam's silky folds, waiting until her
neighbor was completely relaxed. Waiting for Pam to finish basking in
the afterglow of the most intense sexual feelings of her life.

"Don't say anything, Pam. I know you enjoyed that. Remember, it's just
between us. No guilt. No blame. In fact you should be blaming Bill for
wasting so many years of your life."

Pam didn't say anything. She just turned her head into her pillow as
Bess gently slid the dildo from that wonderful snatch. Giving Pam one
last caress, Bess stood. Then, as she passed the vanity, as she quietly
slipped from the room, she hit the play button on the TV. Sounds of a
video taped orgy filled Pam's room. Closing the door behind her she
heard Pam's bed creak as the housewife rolled towards the TV. Despite
the guilt Pam felt, she wanted to see hard cocks and gaping pussies.
Bess smiled as she removed the harness in her own room. Pam was
changing.

The next few days continued the pattern. Workout day, then housework
day. On housework day Pam would be required to play "naked housewife on
parade" before she got to spend time in her room. Bess pulled the strap
on her arms tighter each time, and soon added a second strap to Pam's
arms. This strap near Pam's wrists gave Bess a place to easily hold so
she could pull Pam around the house.

One afternoon four days after the memorable dildo fuck Pam was resting
in her room enjoying the solitude. She knew that she would have to go
home in about 45 minutes to make her family dinner. Today she had
decided to put on the beautiful negligee that Bess had given her. She
lay on the black satin bed cover and listened to some soft jazz music.
Her eyes were closes and she was feeling very relaxed.

In her bedroom Bess was attaching another dildo on the second mounting
screw of the harness. Bess had gone back to the seedy adult store that
morning while Pam was at pre-school. She had bought a slightly larger
rubber penis. This was an inch or two longer than the six inch model
she had purchased earlier. It was also thicker. With a dildo attached
to each side of the vinyl harness Bess squatted slightly and after
putting some KY jelly on the smaller cock, slipped it into herself. "I
may as well get some enjoyment out of what I am about to do," she
thought. Bess tied the straps of the harness. Securing it. She looked
in the mirror. You couldn't tell that Bess had a phallus imbedded
inside of herself. The harness and larger dildo looked just like it
usually did. Bess didn't think that Pam would notice that a different
dildo jutted out from her groin, but Pam would feel the difference when
it was inside of her.

Bess wrapped a bathrobe around her slim naked body. She folded her
hands in front of her groin to hide the bulge under her robe. Then she
slowly walked down the hall to Pam's room. Walking was difficult with
the rubber tube in her belly. She would have to have Pam try this next
time she ordered "naked housewife on parade."

Bess opened the door to Pam's room without knocking. There she was,
white silk on black background. Dark nipples and dark triangle visible
through the diaphanous material. She looked virginal and vulnerable,
but also very erotic. How one woman could elicit such contrary images
was amazing to Bess.

Pam heard the door open. She looked up at Bess and smiled. Bess placed
a finger to her lips indicating that she didn't want any talking. She
smiled down on Pam. Bess opened her robe and let it drop to the floor.
Leaning against the door frame Bess slowly ran the fingers of one hand
up and down the length of the fake cock hanging between her legs. Pam
watched the movement... and then... and then... reached for the hem of
the negligee and pulled it up to her waist. As Bess walked towards the
bed, Pam opened her legs in invitation.

Pam walked home on rubbery legs almost an hour after Bess had entered
her room, but she felt a satisfaction that she had never known. She
hoped that Bill would make love to her tonight, and maybe he would last
for more than a few minutes.

Acquisition 7/38 (BDSM, NC, WS, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter


Another week of workouts ended and Pam's measurements continued to
improve slowly. Bess made no attempt to disguise her sexual stimulation
of Pam. Also, during workouts Bess would occasionally paddle Pam for
both of their enjoyment. Bess would constantly cup Pam's breasts, run
her hands across Pam's body and press herself against her. On the other
days Bess would bind Pam's arms after having her do chores. With the
housewife in heels and defenseless Bess kept up the stimulation. The X-
rated videos stayed on the TV for hours and Bess often pinched Pam's
nipples and fingered her labia. In a word, Bess kept her neighbor on a
sexual edge. An edge that would be honed later in Pam's room. Honed
when Bess would labor above the wife and mother as she fucked her for
upwards of an hour, nonstop. Nonstop except to squirt some more jelly
on the fake cock that would never get soft.

On the next Saturday, the one day that Pam usually spent with her
family and didn't go to Bess', something new occurred. The girls were
scheduled to go on a church outing and Bill had volunteered to go with
them. He observed that Pam spent more time with the girls because of
her part-time job. He thought it was only fair for him to give up his
morning. Besides, he wanted to go with them. He knew he had several
overnight business trips in the coming weeks, so he wanted to spend
some time with the girls now to make up for his upcoming absences. That
was one of the things that Pam loved about her husband. He was very
considerate and truly loved his children.

Bess, of course, knew about the arrangement. Nothing that went on in
the Henderson home was secret from her. All she had to do was ask Pam
and the most routine and mundane aspects of the Henderson's were
revealed. After all, she already controlled the family diet.

Bess had told Pam on Friday that she had another gift for Pam and to
come over early in the morning, because it was time to "go on the
road." No other explanation was given.

On Saturday morning Pam arrived early at the house where she had become
a willing puppet. As Pam stripped off her clothes at the back door,
Bess came down the stairs dressed in white nylon running shorts, loose
light blue tank top and running shoes.

She told Pam to go to her room and get dressed in the present that was
on the bed.

After a few minutes Pam came bouncing down the stairs in a jogging
outfit that matched Bess'. The same white nylon pants, loose light blue
tank top and white sports bra under the tank top.

"You are in good enough shape to go jogging with me Pam. I thought that
matching outfits would be fun. There are two differences though."

"Yes, I know. Bess there were not any panties in the box upstairs."

"That's right Pam, I'm not wearing a sports bra, because I don't need
one. You on the other hand could hurt yourself if you jogged without
one. So I thought it was only fair since I wasn't wearing a bra that
you should go without panties. It doesn't matter. In fact with these
big arm holes on the tank top I'm more exposed than you are. Not that
anyone would notice."

Bess stood behind Pam and pulled her shoulder length hair into a pony
tail and wrapped a cloth hair band to hold the hair back. "Lets go. I
usually do 3 miles. That is the distance over to the park on State
Street, around it and back. Since it's your first day we won't go that
far. We will go half way and then walk home. It's a beautiful day. This
will be fun."

Both women headed out the door laughing. This will be fun, thought Pam.
I've always envied Bess' jogging. The women made good time down the
sidewalks heading for the park. Pam was surprised that she was able to
keep up. She was getting in shape and her longer legs helped her keep
up with Bess' pace.

The sun warmed Pam's muscles and she felt good. After a few blocks Pam
felt a sheen of perspiration beginning to form. The exercise felt
wonderful so she actually jogged ahead of Bess. Bess fell in behind her
plaything, enjoying the results of her work. Pam's leg muscles looked
smooth and strong and the ass that moved in front of her looked fairly
firm with only a slight jiggle when Pam's feet hit the sidewalk. As
they continued towards the park Pam began to sweat freely and the thin
white nylon shorts she was wearing started to stick and become
transparent. The naive Pam wasn't aware of this and happily continued
pushing herself towards the Park. Bess smiled as the dark crack between
Pam's churning buttocks became more and more obvious. She wondered what
Pam looked like from the front with her brown pubic hair. She pulled
around Pam and sprinted to the edge of the park, easily outdistancing
the housewife.

Once under the shade trees of the park, Bess stopped and watched
her "possession" struggle to catch up. Bess smiled when Pam had to wait
on the street corner for a car to pass. At this distance Pam's dark
pubic triangle was evident, so the car full of teenage boys only a few
feet from the panting Pam must have had a great view. As the car roared
past it honked its horn. Pam looked puzzled, but once clear of the car
trotted across the street and joined Bess under the park trees.

"Bess, I thought joggers had the right-of-way. Why was that car honking
at me?"

Bess smiled, "teenagers Pam, you look good in your shorts, I'm
surprised you didn't get some wolf whistles."

Pam laughed, "I'm old enough to be their mother."

Bess simply replied, "Young boys love to look at a good looking pussy,
and yours is looking real good." Then she took off down the park
jogging trail.

Pam stood open mouthed for a second then looked down, "Oh my God." She
felt a stab of panic. She looked back up the street. There were several
cars on the road now. She looked back at Bess disappearing down the
jogging trail. It was deserted so she pulled the white fabric away from
her skin and headed after Bess. She called out, but Bess didn't stop.
Pam felt sobs heaving from her lungs, she was so humiliated. She
stopped calling out to Bess. She didn't want to attract any more
attention to herself.

Pam was lucky. The jogging trail was empty. She finally caught up to
Bess on the far side of the park. Bess was sitting on a park bench next
to some public restrooms. The bench faced a fenced in area where
several young men were doing exercises on chin up bars and some wooden
exercise apparatus. Bess was watching one young man intently. Pam sat
on the bench still crying in shame. At least when she sat down she
could cross her legs and hide herself effectively.

"Well this is the halfway point. We will walk back from here. You did
very well for your first day Pam."

"Bess, I can't walk back like this. I'm completely exposed. I'll just
sit here until my shorts dry."

Bess' eyes flashed angrily. "No you won't! We are going to walk through
the middle of the park and then down the street to my house."

Pam looked out into the park. There were several softball games going
on. There must have been 100 people in the direction Bess had
indicated. "Please Bess, I can't walk out there like this. Please,
anything else."

"Oh you crybaby, you know it's exciting. All those people seeing you.
You look good Pam, you know you want them to see your cunt."

"Please Bess... Please, anything else."

"OK, Pam, but be careful what you wish for," chided Bess. "You go into
the restroom and take off your sports bra. If you put it under your
shorts between your legs it will cover both your pussy and your ass
crack. I'm sure you didn't notice, but the back view is almost as good
as the front, love. The elastic in your waist band will hold it front
and back. It should stay in place since we will be walking."

Pam knew that she was trapped, but Bess was giving her a way out. Pam
felt her stomach tighten, how much had those teenage boys seen? God she
hopped she didn't know any of them or their parents.

"Go ahead Pam, I'm going to talk to that blonde young man exercising
over there. I think I know him. I'll wait for you."

Pam jumped up and sprinted into the bathroom. But not before a couple
of the exercisers got an eyeful of her pretty ass. The restroom door
swung shut behind her and she was finally hidden.

In the bathroom Pam tried to catch her breath. "Why had Bess let her
humiliate herself like that?" Pam asked herself. But she knew the
answer, simply because "Bess wanted her to." Why did Pam put herself
into this position? She was embarrassed to tears and frightened that
someone she knew might see her. But the answer was the same.
Because "Bess wanted her to." And Pam realized that she would do most
anything that Bess wanted her to. Bess had gotten into the darkest
recesses of Pam's psyche. And Pam knew that she couldn't break free.
More than that she didn't want to break free. But she was still
embarrassed and scared to death.

Pam pulled off her tank top and then her sports bra. The sweat on her
torso glistened under the lights of the bathroom. Pam looked at herself
in the mirror. She saw a woman she hardly recognized, stripped to the
waist wearing white shorts that clearly displayed her womanly charms.
Pam noticed that her pony tail was coming loose. So she began to fix
it. Her hands were behind her head, and her breasts trust forward. She
admired the reflection of her own tits in the mirror... Then she caught
herself... She was fixing her hair... her "God Damn" hair, while she
stood virtually naked in a public restroom. Pam couldn't believe
herself, and she stopped playing with her hair and quickly pulled the
tank top back on. Then she went to a stall and shut the cubicle door
for more privacy. God, what if someone had walked in while she had been
fiddling with her hair? Why had she not even thought about it?

In the stall Pam pushed her nylon shorts to her knees then with some
toilet paper dried her ass, hips and groin. She tried to dry the shorts
by rubbing toilet paper on them, but they were soaked in sweat and her
efforts had little effect. Following Bess' suggestion she placed the
sports bra between her legs positioned so that one wide cup area
covered her pubic hair and the other cup covered at least the lower
part of her ass crack. The shoulder straps were long enough so that
when she pulled her shorts back up the elastic waist band held them up.
This kept the bra in place between her legs. Pam felt like she was
wearing a sanitary napkin. As she walked out she checked herself in the
mirror. Her flesh tone was visible through the shorts on her hips and
her ass cheeks, but her private parts were hidden. It didn't look too
bad.

Pam exited the restroom feeling more confident. She saw Bess talking
with a young man standing next to the chin-up bars. Bess waved her over.

The young man was only about Pam's height but he obviously was a body
builder. He was sweating and his muscular legs and arms bulged from the
work out. Pam had never stood so close to such a powerful looking man
before and she couldn't help but be impressed. She had never been
attracted to the muscle bound type, but this young man was gorgeous. He
had silky blonde hair that curled at the base of his neck and his face
was almost beautiful. Bess said, "Pam I want you to meet Scotty. He
used to work out at the same gym I did."

The image of the man was broken when he said in a soft almost feminine
voice, "Nice to meet you Pam." Pam replied that it was nice to meet him
and asked if he exercised in the park often. Scotty got a sad look on
his face and said, "No, this is my first time. I'm trying to get into
shape for a body building competition, but I just had a fight with
my... my... roommate and he threw me out. He still has all of my
weights and training equipment."

Pam found it hard to believe that anyone could "throw this powerful
looking young man out of anywhere." But she simply said, "Oh, that's to
bad." She gave Scotty a genuine concerned look. Scotty, seeing it,
beamed a smile back at her that revealed perfect white teeth under his
full lips.

Bess saw the connection between the 37 year old housewife and the 23
year old gay bodybuilder and laughed, "Pam. you old horny girl. Scotty
is just a young man and besides he is not interested in women." Bess
had misread the connection. It was not a sexual look, but a look of two
people who didn't command their own destiny, and at a subconscious
level each saw a reflection of themselves in the other.

Pam looked at Bess, then Scotty. Bess said, "Yes Pam he is gay, a
number of body builders are."

Scotty didn't look Pam in the eyes, but added, "I've always been gay."
Then he added with a note of sadness that tugged at Pam's soft
nature, "I got tired of being beat up by bullies and gay bashers.
That's why I got into body building. I wanted to be intimidating enough
so that I would be left alone."

"Well you certainly succeeded, you look great Scotty," added Bess. "Hey
I have an idea! I have lots of equipment in my basement. Why don't you
work out with us. I need a spotter for heavier weights. Pam just isn't
strong enough yet. It would help me and I can help you get ready for
the competition." Scotty's eyes lit up. But Pam immediately
said, "Bess, I don't know... you know we... " Pam saw a crushed look
spread across the young man's face. He certainly wears his feelings on
his sleeve, Pam thought.

Bess said, "Oh Pam, it will be all right," then with a wink, "He is
gay." Bess added in a harsh tone, "It's decided! Scotty, we will see
you tomorrow evening. Now, let's see you do another set of chin-ups!"

Scotty smiled at the two women and jumped up and grabbed the bar. He
was performing for them and easily began raising and lowering his body
in a smooth fluid motion. His biceps bulging under his tanned flawless
skin.

After 15 chin-ups Scotty dropped softly to the ground with the grace of
a ballerina. Bess smiled and jumped up and quickly did 7 chin-ups. She
was strong but she didn't have Scotty's grace or smoothness. Bess
dropped with a thud and turned to Pam, "see how many you can do."

"Bess, I'm not sure I can. I could never do these back in high school."

"Pam, that was twenty years ago. You will be surprised at how much
stronger you are because of working out. I WANT you to try it."

Pam heard the tone and looked nervously at the bar. She stood looking
up for a moment, then Scotty trying to help his new friend said
softly, "you can do it Pam, I'll help you."

Pam felt that connection with Scotty and smiled a maternal smile at him
and said, "Thanks. Ok, here goes."

Pam jumped up and grabbed the bar. She was surprised and pleased that
she was able to pull her chin up and over the bar.

"Try another, Pam," ordered Bess. This one was much harder for Pam and
she began flailing her legs to try and get momentum. Of course the
loosely hanging tank top shifted as her legs kicked. With her arms
stretched above her, her breasts were pulled up. Pam's left tit fell
out of the gaping arm hole. Straining hard, Pam didn't realize that she
was exposed. Several of the men exercising in the area had stopped what
they were doing to watch the shapely woman try to do chin-ups. When the
fleshy C-cup breast popped out of the arm hole and hung there exposed,
they started whooping and hollering. Pam's kicks caused the exposed
boob to bounce and shake. Scotty, seeing what was happening, felt bad
for his new friend and quickly reached up, grasped Pam's waist and
lifted her up so her chin cleared the bar. Then he gently lowered her
to the ground as if she were a feather. Pam spun to look at him. Scotty
gave her a sad look then pulled her top away from her body and pushed
her breast back behind the material. That motion was accompanied by
groans from the onlookers. Pam finally realized what had happened. She
also realized that a man other than her husband had touched her bare
breast. But the touch had not really been sexual, it was more of a
comforting concerned movement on Scotty's part. Pam was humiliated
again and blushed a deep red. She crossed her arms across her chest as
if she could now hide what had just happened. Pam quietly said, "Thank
you, Scotty." The young man looked away embarrassed. Then he gave a
hard look at the other men who were exercising. Gay or not, they were
intimidated by Scotty's size and strength, and they went back to their
workouts without another sound.

"Well, that was fun. Let's go, Pam. See you tomorrow Scotty."

As they walked across the Park towards Bess' house, Pam kept her arms
folded to prevent another accident. Bess simply said, "What a waste of
a beautiful male body. I'll bet he plays the part of the girl with
his 'roommate'." Once out of the park Bess said, "I liked you exposing
yourself in the park Pam. Wasn't it thrilling? If I had a body like
yours, I'd show it off."

"No! It was humiliating, Bess," but the bumps formed in the tank top by
her hard nipples told another story.

"Too bad, Pam. I liked it!"

Pam was frightened of what tomorrow's work-out would bring, but she
really felt a connection to the nice young man. She had a feeling that
they would become friends. And besides, Bess was now telling her how
proud she was of Pam's ability to jog. Bess always knew when to praise
her neighbor and set the hook a little deeper.

****

Pam spent Saturday afternoon and evening with her family. She and the
girls watched a Disney video that night, while Bill read an action-
adventure book in his recliner. They cooked popcorn and had a great
family time. Sunday morning they went to church and spent the afternoon
studying and doing house chores. The girls did their homework and Pam
prepared her weeks pre-school lessons. She had started doing her entire
school planning on the weekend because the amount of time spent with
Bess during the week prevented her from doing much, other than the
basic Mommy chores. It was a great weekend. After dinner Sunday night,
with Bill reading in his chair and the girls playing a video game, Pam
announced she was going for a workout with her neighbor and would be
back in a couple of hours.

She walked with trepidation across the backyards. Once in the house she
called to Bess before removing her clothes. Bess was in the kitchen.
She came out and looked at Pam, and seeing a tension in her eyes she
said, "No, he is not here. I guess he isn't coming. Come on, let's go
work out."

Pam was relieved. With confidence born of routine she quickly stripped
off her clothes and followed Bess to the basement. Bess disrobed and
Pam hung up the clothes carefully. They started their exercises and
were soon working hard.

Suddenly from the top of the basement stairs, the two women heard a
voice. "Hello, is there anybody down here?"

Both Bess and Pam looked at each other. Bess saw the terror in Pam's
eyes. While she wasn't real excited about being seen naked herself with
her skinny body, she knew that she would remain naked and invite Scotty
down. She wanted to further humiliate and denigrate Pam. A little
embarrassment on her part was a small price to pay for the shame Pam
would feel. And making Pam remain naked in front of the young man would
further illustrate the control that she had. This would go against
Pam's basic instincts. This was a hurdle that once cleared by Pam would
lead to further moral dilemmas that Bess would control.

Bess smiled into Pam's pleading eyes and called out, "Come on down
Scotty, we have already started."

The graceful Scotty seemed to glide down the stairs. Pam covered her
chest with one arm and her pubic area with the hand of the other. She
resembled "Venus Rising."

Scotty hardly noticed the naked women and remarked about what a great
set-up Bess had for working out.

"Well, Damn," said Bess placing her hands on her slim hips. "Don't even
worry about it Pam."

Scotty looked over at the housewife trying to cover her body and
said, "Oh, I'm sorry." He blushed a little and said, "I'm sorry if I
embarrassed you, Pam. My roommate and I used to work out naked all the
time. I didn't think anything of it. Do you want me to leave?"

Bess responded, "No, Scotty make yourself at home. In fact, if you
would be more comfortable, why don't you strip down? That way nobody
needs to be embarrassed."

Pam shot Bess another pleading look.

Bess returned the look with an order, "Pam, hang up his clothes."

Pam stood covering herself while Scotty pulled off his shirt. His
hairless chest came into view. His washboard stomach muscles rippled as
he sat on a bench and pulled off his sneakers. He looked at Pam with an
apology in his eyes. When he stood and pushed his shorts and briefs to
the floor, Bess' breath quickened. She drank in the sight of the young
man's beautiful body. He was hairless except some blond curls around
the base of his flaccid cock. He was shaved in the manner of
competition body builders who only wore a small bathing suit when they
posed before the judges. He bent down and picked up his clothes and
held them out to Pam. Both Bess and Pam gasped softly when he turned
and fading red welts could be seen crisscrossing his muscular and tight
buttocks.

Scotty turned back to Pam and held out his clothes. Their eyes met and
they both now understood why they had forged such a quick bond between
them. Pam let her arms fall to her sides and reached for Scotty's
clothes. She knew it would be all right. She stepped up next to the
only man other than her husband she had seen naked and gently took his
clothes out of his hands. Then she walked away and hung them next to
Bess'.

"Scotty, I can see that you get no reaction from seeing Pam or I naked.
Is that because we are 15 years older than you or because you like men?"

Scotty replied, "You both are beautiful in your own way. But alas, just
think of me as one of the girls."

"Oh Pam," Bess laughed, "He is a charmer, isn't he?"

They all laughed and the tension in the room was dissipated.

Pam continued to secretly glance at Scotty's body. It was beautiful.
Such a difference from Bill. While her husband wasn't fat, he couldn't
compare to the Adonis that began walking around the room inspecting the
workout equipment.

"Bess, thanks for inviting me. Being able to use this equipment will
really help me stay in shape until I get my own equipment back from
Jake."

"Who is Jake?" asked Pam.

Bess rolled her eyes at her naive neighbor but Scotty, always the
gentleman, even when standing naked with two women, responded
gently, "He was my boyfriend. He threw me out and kept my stuff. I'm
renting a room at the YMCA right now. That's all I can afford. I work
as a waiter at a restaurant. I rode my bike over here tonight. That's
when I saw your note on the door telling me to come on in."

Pam looked at Bess, now understanding the set up, but the dominant
woman ignored the look. Scotty noticed it however, he knew those looks.
They were the same that had often passed between Jake and him.

"Oh Scotty, I'm so sorry," a genuinely upset Pam responded.

"Its Ok. He will want me back in a few days. He will miss me," said
Scotty.

"Why would you go back?" asked Pam, looking at the welts on Scotty's
perfect ass.

Scotty looked at her with a knowing grin, "For the same reason as you,
Pam."

Pam blushed.

"Well 'girls,' enough of this, lets get to work," stated Bess.

Scotty went to his clothes and pulled a piece of paper from his pocket
and unfolded it. He looked around the room then went to where Pam's
progress chart was hung and attached it to the wall. "This is my
workout routine."

Bess began an exercise and Pam, looking again at the pale soft cock and
balls that hung between Scotty's sculpted thighs, sat on a weight bench
and began lifting a dumbbell in one hand.

Scotty moved to a weight bar and added several weights and began
pumping it over his head. The workout began in earnest. Bess took every
opportunity between exercises to touch and caress Pam. She ran her
hands with practiced familiarity over the housewife's body. If Scotty
happened to be looking in their direction she would cup Pam's breasts
or squeeze her ass.

Pam was embarrassed but didn't say anything. What had been very
personal for Pam was now being shared with someone else. Only the fact
that it was this nice young man made it bearable for Pam.

Several times Bess asked Scotty to spot extra heavy weights for her.
Scotty was happy to comply. Pam was surprised that she felt a little
jealous of the attention that Scotty paid Bess. But they were both
experienced weight lifters and had a lot in common. Pam could tell that
Scotty appreciated Bess' excellent condition. Those feelings made Pam
work extra hard on her routine.

At the end of Pam's and Bess' workout Bess asked Scotty to inspect Pam
to see if there were some additional exercises she could do.

With a clinical eye Scotty ran his hands over Pam's arms, back and
legs. He was careful to avoid her erogenous zones. But the strong hands
of the naked young man caused Pam's insides to flutter. Scotty made
several suggestions to Bess, then returned to his own routine which
would continue for awhile.

Bess said, "Lets get our shower Pam, but first...'

Pam saw Bess glance at the paddle, "Please no, Pam, not with Scotty
here... please."

Bess said, "You saw Scotty's ass. He understands. Don't you Scotty?"

Scotty looked up from his exercise and saw Bess pick up the Ping-Pong
paddle. He looked at Pam and his heart went out to her, but he was also
thrilled for her. After all, he enjoyed the paddle. "It's OK Pam, It's
OK... I understand, don't be embarrassed."

Scotty's words comforted Pam and when Bess said, "Assume the position,"
she did. The bench was directly in front of Scotty.

Pam bent over the bench in humiliation. Her punishment would be
witnessed for the first time.

Bess said, "Watch this, Scotty." For the first time that evening,
Scotty felt his youthful cock stir.

Bess enjoyed having an audience and really smacked Pam hard repeatedly.
The ass in front of Scotty was soon bright red, and Pam wailed in pain.
But both Bess and Scotty could smell the odor of Pam's sexual
excitement. Bess finally dropped the paddle and pulled Pam into her
arms.

"Well, what do you think, Scotty?" Bess asked, looking towards the
young man, while she tenderly held Pam. She was shocked to see him
stroking his rock hard cock with one hand while his other hand fondled
his balls. Bess turned Pam's face toward Scotty, and the housewife saw
Scotty's hand moving in a blur, followed by an arc of jism that flew
several feet through the air and landed on her foot. The sperm felt
like hot wax to Pam as it ran down her instep onto the floor.

Scotty hung his head and repeated, "I'm sorry, so sorry."

"Don't worry Scotty, I liked it, " responded Bess. "Pam give the poor
boy a hug."

The sight of Scotty's erect cock and orgasm had shocked Pam and her
crying had immediately stopped. Without embarrassment, with a maternal
instinct, Pam stepped over to Scotty and cradled his head between her
breasts. He continued apologizing. But Pam just said, "Shhhh, Shhhh...
It's OK," and gently ran her fingers through his hair. Despite the
tenderness of the moment, Scotty's still semi-hard cock pressed against
Pam's calf and she could feel some fluid dribble onto her leg. She felt
her vagina give an involuntary twitch.

"Let's go shower, Pam. We have more than sweat to wash off of you
tonight. Scotty, finish your routine and be sure to clean up that mess.
There are some paper towels in the kitchen. I'll see you later after
Pam goes home."

Scotty looked up, "You mean Pam doesn't live with you?"

"God No! She has to go home to her husband and kids."

Holding Pam around the waist Bess led her up the stairs.

Acquisition 8/38 (BDSM, NC, WS, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter


As Bess rubbed soothing lotion onto Pam's very red ass after their
shower, she asked, "You really were embarrassed at being naked in front
of that young man, weren't you?"

"Yes Bess," Pam whispered. "It was so humiliating. He could see
everything, Bess."

"I like keeping you naked Pam and if other people see you, well... I
liked seeing him naked, too. God, he does have a beautiful body though,
doesn't he Pam? Did you see that time he was helping me with the weight
bar when I was doing bench presses. He was standing at my head. That
nice young cock of his was only inches from my face." She laughed, "I
could have lifted my head and given him a lick."

Pam made a face and thought to herself, "Yuck, licking a penis."

Bess was droning on, "Not that licking it would have done any good."
Then more serious, "I saw you checking him out too, Pam."

Pam blushed and admitted out loud that she had enjoyed looking at
Scotty. Then she added, "He liked working out with you Bess."

That comment made Bess swell with pride, then she thought about
it. "Pam, are you jealous?"

"Bess, I don't want to lose you. He is a real body builder. What if you
don't want to workout with me anymore? I couldn't stand not having my
time here with you."

Bess hugged Pam to her, "You never have to worry about that. I'll never
let you go. You know how to keep me happy. Don't worry about Scotty, he
is just a nice kid." Then she tickled Pam 's ribs and laughed, "But one
that is fun to look at."

Pam dreamily answered like a school girl, "Yes, he is."

The next day, during the time Pam spent at Bess', she did chores. As
she cleaned the house she couldn't help but notice wadded up paper
towels in the bottom of the waste basket in the basement. The thought
of Scotty's ejaculating cock made her wet as she walked up the stairs
in her high heels, ass swaying, after picking up the basement. "Stop
it, Pam," she thought to herself, "He is just a kid and you are happily
married... Well, married, anyway."

Unfortunately Bess was busy with some bank business that afternoon, so
Pam wasn't visited in her room by what the women had begun calling "Mr.
Friendly the dildo." Pam relaxed by herself in her 'secret room,'
enjoyed the solitude and watched a few minutes of an X-rated video. She
seemed drawn to the tapes, and couldn't help but watch for a while.

At home that night, Pam hoped that Bill would show some interest in
her. She seemed to be thinking of sex all the time these days.

The next afternoon, after transporting the kids home from school, Pam
headed back to Bess'. She had a couple of hours for their workout,
before she needed to fix dinner. At the back door Pam could hear some
activity in the basement. She slipped off her shoes and went to the top
of the basement steps. Bess and Scotty were already well into their
routines. Pam watched for a moment, enthralled by the movement of
muscles under the young man's skin. She also couldn't help but look at
his genitals that swung gently below his rippled torso.

Bess finished an exercise and, looking up, spotted Pam's feet at the
top of the stairs. "Pam, is that you? Get your ass down here."

Pam knew she was in trouble. She had been too embarrassed to remove her
clothes without seeing who was in the basement. Now she was trapped.

Pam took a tentative step. "Move your fat ass, now!" demanded Bess.

Pam hurried down the stairs, and looked sheepishly at the floor.

"Pam, Pam, Pam, you're being a naughty girl. What are you supposed to
do at the back door?"

Pam, humiliated that Scotty was hearing this, whispered, "Take my
clothes off."

"Speak up! And tell US what the hell are you doing down here in your
dress?"

"I'm sorry Bess, please... I didn't... with someone else here... I..."

Bess stepped forward and grabbed the collar of Pam's dress and ripped
it open. Some of the buttons popped off and others slipped through the
buttonholes. It opened to Pam's waist, exposing the white cotton bra
she had worn to school.

"Pam, you know the rules and while you might be embarrassed, think of
how Scotty feels. He is standing there all exposed and YOU, a middle-
aged housewife, are dressed. He is probably mortified. How
inconsiderate of you. Not to mention breaking my house rules. Take your
clothes off and 'assume the position'."

Pam, tearing up, softly said, "I'm sorry," and removed her clothes.
Once naked Pam walked past an uncomfortable looking Scotty. He looked
away not meeting her eyes, not because he was upset or embarrassed
himself, but because he was embarrassed and sorry for Pam.

Pam bent over the bench and Bess approached with the paddle.

"I'll only give you a few swats Pam. I don't want your bruised ass to
interfere with a good workout. I want you to keep making progress on
your goals." Bess turned to Scotty, "Listen, I know that this will
excite you, but don't jack off, I don't want another mess on the floor."

Scotty who couldn't takes his eyes off the paddle said, "Yes, Ma'am,"
with a feminine inflection in his voice.

The paddle fell on Pam's luscious ass. With every smack, Bess stole
glances out of the corner of her eye at Scotty. Each time the paddle
hit the exposed housewife, Bess could see his cock jump. Each swat made
it a little harder.

Bess stopped after only a mild paddling. "Pam, sit up, I want you to
see something," Bess ordered. Pam sat on the bench and Bess waved
Scotty over. He had a nice six inch cock, that like the rest of his
body seemed somehow "pretty". It bobbed up and down as he took the few
steps to the bench.

"Pam have you ever seen a man's cock other than your husband's in real
life? I know you have seen them on the X-rated tapes. But have you seen
any cocks 'in the flesh', so to speak?"

"No," whispered Pam.

"Well take a good look, love. A hard cock is one of the most beautiful
things in the world, especially in the eyes of horny old women like you
and me."

Pam was mesmerized by the male organ and testicles that were only a
couple of feet from her face. Bess reached down and touched Scotty's
cock. He jumped back and his cock immediately deflated.

"Oh, well," sighed Bess, "It was nice while it lasted."

Bess turned to Pam, who was too embarrassed to look at either of them
in the eyes, and said mockingly, "Pam, I'll bet his friend Jake can
keep Scotty hard."

Neither Pam nor Scotty said anything, but after the embarrassment had
worn off they gave each other brief smiles as they went about their
workouts. Bess was bold in her manipulation of Pam. She touched and
caressed Pam's body at every opportunity, but she also made a point to
run her hands across Scotty's chest and ass as well. "God this is
great," Bess thought, "I love being able to play with these two."

After the workout Bess decided to see how submissive the young man
really was. She had seen the bond forming between Scotty and Pam. And
from his reaction to Pam's paddling and the welts on his ass, she knew
that he understood about being punished.

"Scotty, I'm going to warm Pam's ass a little more now that the workout
is over. I was thinking that you might like to join her on the bench."

A look of fear crossed his face. "Ma'am..."

Pam chimed in, "Bess, you can't do..."

Bess cut her off saying, "Quiet Pam, you have already disappointed me
tonight."

Bess turned to Scotty, "Come on Scotty, You need to do this... "

"But Jake never lets... unless he is... I can't explain, but I will get
in trouble."

Bess had a sudden revelation. Of course others must play this game. She
had been so wrapped up in taking possession of her neighbor that she
hadn't even thought that other people must have the same kind of
relationship that she had with Pam. There would be others like Pam who
could be manipulated into doing what other people wanted. Of course
there must be other people like her who enjoyed pulling the strings of
weak willed people. People who had a need to be controlled.

Bess tried a new tact. The thought of paddling this powerful young man
gave her a thrill. She would make it happen!

"Scotty, you told us Jake threw you out. If he threw you out he won't
mind, he doesn't care now. Come on, I'm letting you work out on my
equipment. Jake won't let you do that. Don't you think you owe me
something for the favor."

The young man looked uncertain, "You won't tell anybody?"

"Of course not, this is just between the three of us." Bess took hold
of Scotty's arm and pulled him towards the bench with authority.

Scotty shrugged his muscular shoulders and allowed the small woman to
lead him.

"Pam, assume the position. Scotty, get down next to her."

Pam complied but was unsure about this new twist. She felt that she was
losing something special with Bess. At the same time, she felt
protective of the young man whom she really liked. It was strange,
sometimes she felt like his mother, other times his sister, yet she
enjoyed looking at his naked body and felt an unconscious thrill when
she caught a glimpse of his beautiful cock and balls. There was some
connection but it wasn't like she wanted him as a lover. It was
different.

She felt Scotty settle on the bench next to her. Their shoulders and
hips were touching.

Bess looked down at the naked man and woman. Two naked asses were
displayed before her like an erotic sacrifice. "God this is exciting,"
she thought. She reveled in the power she felt. For the first time in
her life she understood her desire to control others. Until now
everyone in her life had run away from her domineering personality, But
now, finally, she had found an outlet for her need.

She raised the paddle and struck Pam's heart shaped ass. Then she hit
the muscular buttock of the young man. It felt different, much firmer
than the soft flesh of Pam's ass. But it felt good. Pam was struck
again and Bess enjoyed the difference, that felt good as well. Bess
excitedly paddled back and forth between them. Scotty turned his head
and looked at Pam. He could see tears running down her face. She cried,
but he could also feel her shift her hips rising to meet each of Bess'
blows. The paddle didn't hurt Scotty much. Jake had used wooden
switches on him and hit a lot harder. But the excitement of being
paddled by someone new did make him feel that thrill of submission.
Even if it was a woman. He could feel his cock harden. The bench was on
his abdomen and his cock stretched towards the floor.

Bess enjoyed looking at the hardening cock and the pussy that was as
wet as she had ever seen it.

Scotty reached out took Pam's hand in his, as a comforting gesture. Pam
turned and looked at the face that was only a few inches away. Through
her tears she could see him smile at her. Then he bit his lip as Bess
hit him with an extra vicious smack.

"Isn't that sweet. Holding hands to get through your punishment
together," Bess mocked. Bess hit them each another time then
said, "Don't move, either of you." She bent down next to Scotty's ear
and whispered to him. Pam couldn't make out what she said, but Scotty
said, "Yes, Ma'am." She whispered again and her replied, "I think it
will, Ma'am." A few more whispers then another, "Yes, Ma'am."

Scotty looked away from Pam but continued to hold her hand tenderly in
his. Bess stood and resumed hitting the pair. Pam felt like her ass was
on fire. But the pain was intermingled with pleasure and she knew her
nipples were hard and her vagina soupy. Surprisingly, her jealousy of
Scotty had changed. She was now comforted by his presence and it seemed
more exciting to be sharing the experience of punishment with him. The
fact that he was male and so much younger also had an erotic effect on
her.

As Pam winced from another blow, Scotty slowly moved their hands back
under the bench. At first Pam thought he was shifting to avoid the
paddle, but then his large powerful hand cupped her delicate hand
around something hot and velvety. Pam jumped when she realized what she
was holding, then she jumped again when the paddle hit her burning ass.

Scotty squeezed her hand around his hard cock and began gently moving
her hand up and down its length with his hand. They both looked up and
their eyes locked. She could see pleading in his eyes. He could see
excitement tinged with sympathy in hers. He continued to move her hand
up and down. Pam couldn't believe what was happening. She was holding a
man's hard penis in her hand and it wasn't Bill's. She was masturbating
him. Something that she never did with her husband.

Scotty pleaded with his eyes, then said softly to Pam, "I'm staying
hard because of the paddle." Then he pleaded with her... "Please Pam...
Please... "

Pam's heart broke for the young man. His hand moved her hand the length
of his cock several more times. Then he slowly withdrew his fingers
from hers. "Please... ," he whispered.

Pam held his cock gently, smiled at him, and as the paddle hit her ass
once again, began to stroke him. She was doing it.

Without her pussy being touched she felt a small orgasm flash through
her body. She grabbed his cock harder and began to stroke faster. Bess
was now concentrating her blows on Scotty's ass. She didn't want him to
go soft. So Pam was hit only once for every three or four blows
suffered by the young man.

Scotty began to moan softly and Pam could feel his cock expanding in
her hand. She had never felt anything like it in her life. It was
amazing. Scotty's body stiffened and Pam could feel something rush down
the underside of his cock. It flashed under her fingers for a second
and disappeared. Then she felt another soft bump travel the length of
his flesh tube. She suddenly realized what it was. For the first time
she hung her head down and looked under the bench. What she saw was
thrilling. Her dainty 37 year old hand wrapped around this man's cock.
Its color had changed from a pale white to an angry red. She felt
another knot rush past her fingers and stared wide eyed as a pearly
white stream of hot liquid pulsed out of the cock. The jism hit the
floor and mingled with the two small puddles already there. She pumped
her hand again and a final, smaller pulse jumped from base to tip. It
dribbled from the little hole on the penis head and dripped to the
floor.

Bess had stopped paddling and had squatted down looking between
Scotty's muscular legs.

Nobody made a sound for a few seconds, then Bess said "Whew," followed
by a, "Wow."

Scotty and Pam's eyes met again and they each smiled tenderly. Scotty
leaned forward and kissed Pam on the cheek, like a child would kiss his
mother. Pam broke into a wide grin, she withdrew her hand from under
the bench and tousled his hair. The she said, "Ouch, my ass hurts."

Bess said, "God that was great. Lets go get a shower, my pets."

This afternoon three naked bodied climbed the stairs to Bess' room. The
three laughed and joked like old pals. In the shower they hugged and
washed each other. Pam was shy about touching Scotty, but Bess jumped
right in and eagerly soaped his ass, cock and testicles. Bess was
careful to give plenty of attention to Pam's body as well. Bess took
control of the washing and drying. Even with all the attention Scotty
cock did not harden again.

Bess ordered both Scotty and Pam on the bed. As they lay side-by-side
she rubbed soothing lotion onto four bright red buttocks.

Bess knew that she must exert control. She got Scotty to admit that
this was the first time a women had ever touched him and that without
the paddle he wouldn't have stayed hard. Bess got dressed but ordered
both Pam and Scotty to clean up the basement while still naked of
course. Pam retrieved her clothes and with a borrowed needle and thread
re-attached the buttons. She would have to go home soon.

As she was pulling on her dress at the back door, Bess told Pam that
they were going to have dinner on Friday night at the restaurant where
Scotty worked. Pam said she thought that it would be OK. Bess' face
darkened, "I'm the one who thinks it will be OK... YOU will be there.
End of discussion."

That night in bed Pam reached under the covers and fondled her
husband's penis. He jumped at her touch and said, "what's gotten into
you?" Pam held the familiar cock for a moment, then released it and
rolled over. "Nothing, honey," was her reply.

****

The next day Pam went across the yards after lunch. She had a couple of
hours before she had to pick up the kids. As she walked, she noticed
that her step became lighter. Her mind-- which usually raced 100 miles
an hour thinking about school, kids and home-- emptied as she
approached the back door. Bess was sitting in her usual sweat pants and
shirt on the couch watching TV. As Pam stripped off her clothes inside
the backdoor, she could hear the clang of the metal weights in the
basement. Once naked Pam headed to her room to get her heels, stopping
to greet Bess and asking if Scotty was here.

Bess said yes he had stopped by, explaining that competition
bodybuilders needed to work out every day. Pam came back down wearing
her heels. She moved easily now in the uncomfortable shoes. Back in the
living room, Bess strapped her arms behind her and Pam was forced into
an erect posture. While Pam was walking under Bess' watchful eye,
Scotty came up from the basement. He stood and observed Pam for a
moment, then asked Bess if he could take a shower. Hearing his voice,
Pam immediately looked up. He stood in the living room in a pair of
sneakers and shorts. He was shirtless and sweat glistened on his body.

"Damn it, Scotty, you're sweating all over my carpet," said Bess. "Yes!
get upstairs before you stink up the whole house. Pam will be up in a
minute and bring you a towel." Bess turned back to Pam. Pam had felt
the natural reaction of wanting to hide her nakedness, even though
Scotty had seen her several times. This time she was the only one on
display in the living room and her tits were thrust out in a most
embarrassing way. But she was helpless to cover herself. Helpless and
vulnerable, she realized that she wasn't in control. Pam relaxed,
knowing that the situation was beyond her ability to change. In fact,
accepting her helplessness, she threw her head back a little further
and pushed her chest out a little more. It was as if she were
saying, "If I am going to be on display I might as well display with no
regrets."

Bess said, "Continue walking, Pam." Scotty hurried up the stairs.

In a few minutes Bess released Pam's bindings and sent her to take a
towel to Scotty. He was in the shower when she entered the room with a
towel from the linen closet. She waited for him to finish and handed
him the towel. She watched as he toweled his naked body. Pam felt more
comfortable now that he was also naked. She really liked looking at his
beautiful body.

Pam and Scotty began to talk to each other. He told her of being a
little skinny kid with very strict parents who often used corporal
punishment. In high school he was picked on for being different and was
very shy. Pam was able to relate to that. Then Scotty talked of going
to community college for a couple of years. It was there that he
realized why he was different. He realized that he was a homosexual. He
had a couple of gay relationships. He also got beat up and threatened.
Finally, not knowing what to do he had confessed his homosexuality to
his parents. They couldn't handle it and disowned him. Without any
support Scotty found himself on the street.

The tender hearted Pam actually cried as the young man spoke.

That is where Jake had picked him up. Jake taught him about sex and a
kind of love. Jake had let him move in with him and started Scotty on
body building. Jake was up front about it. He wanted Scotty to have a
beautiful body that HE could enjoy, and he wanted Scotty to be able to
defend himself from the "gay bashers."

Jake gave him a job in his restaurant. "Yes, he still worked there, and
Pam would probably see Jake when she and Bess went to eat there."
Scotty knew that Jake would ask him back soon. Throwing him out had
been some sort of punishment for Scotty, and he knew a lot about Jake's
punishments.

Scotty asked Pam why she was here, since she had her own family. Pam
explained her relationship with Bess. And how she needed Pam. Pam also
talked proudly of her daughters and her work at the pre-school. Scotty
noted that she didn't say much about her husband Bill.

Pam asked Scotty to never say anything about Bess' house and her to
anyone, for her greatest fear was exposure. That hadn't been a problem
when it was only Bess and her, but now it was different. Scotty
promised that he would never do anything to hurt Pam. But then he joked
about her "exposure."

Pam smiled, "This is unbelievable. We stand naked together and talk
like old friends. This is so unlike anything else in my life ever. But
it feels so natural, so right. I can't believe my openness with you.
It's wonderful."

Scotty asked if it was because he was gay. But Pam said, "No, it's
something else."

Pam left the bathroom to do some chores and Scotty put on an extra pair
of clean shorts he had brought with him. Downstairs, Bess told Pam to
take Scotty's sweaty shorts, jock and athletic socks and wash them so
he would have a clean pair when he came to work out. Bess and Scotty
sat on the living room couch, clothed, and talked about exercising. Pam
went about her chores in only her high heels.

When it was time for Pam to go pick up the girls, Scotty said he needed
to go to the YMCA to get dressed for work and would leave as well. The
restaurant opened at mid-afternoon for the early dinner crowd.

Pam took her shoes to her room, then went to the back door and put on
her dress. Bess hugged her at the door. Then she stopped abruptly. Some
child's paint on Pam's school dress had left a slight smudge on the
wall as it hung on the hook. Bess gave Pam a hard look.

Bess called Scotty over and asked, "Will you do a favor for me, Scotty?"

"Sure Bess, anything."

"Unscrew this hook." Scotty's strong fingers easily unscrewed hook from
the wall. Bess opened the back door and ushered both Pam and Scotty
outside. "Scotty screw the hook in right here."

Pam's face dropped. "What does this mean, Bess?"

Scotty tightened the hook. It was secured next to the back door.

"Pam, last night you were walking around in MY house with your clothes
on. The other day I saw some grass from the yard on the floor, and
today your dress smudged my wall. I have tried to teach you, but you
just keep making a mess in my house. So from now on I want you to take
off your clothes before you come inside. Understand?"

"Bess, I can't... someone will see... "

"Quit whining, it's your own fault. Go on and pick up the girls, Pam,
and I WILL see you here tomorrow. If you're careful, nobody will
notice, this neighborhood is usually dead!"

"But Bess, it is so open between all of the yards."

"It's decided, end of discussion, or would you like me to use the
paddle right here on the patio?"

Pam's eyes widened in fear. She wanted to protest, but had been
effectively chastised and knew better than to say anything else.

Scotty kept his eyes looking down at the patio. He had had many similar
exchanges with Jake. He knew Pam couldn't win the argument.

That evening was fairly routine for Pam. After dinner, Bill and Pam had
a chance to talk about some family activities. Bill told her that he
had a couple of short business trips coming up. One next week and one
the week after. Pam told Bill that she was invited to dinner at a
restaurant on Friday night with Bess, and he should be sure to get home
before left. Bill thought it would be fun for her to get out for an
evening and volunteered to pick up pizza for the girls and himself on
the way home Friday. Since pizza wasn't on Pam's diet they hadn't had
it in a while. That way Pam wouldn't have to cook for them. Bill was
always considerate of his wife.

The next day was a workout day and Pam was supposed to go to Bess'
after she picked up the girls from school. "Oh my God," thought
Pam, "what if the girls come outside while I'm taking off my clothes on
the patio? How could I explain that?" Pam worried all the way home, not
even hearing the chatter of the youngsters in the car with her.

Once home, Pam was very forceful about the girls going right to their
room and doing their homework. Her daughter's room was on the front of
the house and couldn't see the backyard. The girls' bathroom, however,
was on the back of the house. Pam told them that she was going to Bess'
house for a couple of hours. Leaving the girls studying in their room,
Pam went to their bathroom and closed the blinds. Then she removed the
control rods that opened and raised them and hid them away. The only
way to look out the window would be to pull the stiff blinds to the
side.

Pam quietly slipped out of her home. She constantly kept checking the
windows in her house to make sure that there was no movement. Once at
the back door of Bess' house she opened the door first. Then she kicked
off her shoes, she wiggled out of her panties leaving her dress on. She
unsnapped her bra and because the dress was loose for her weight loss,
she was able to tuck her arms in, remove her bra and pull it out an
armhole. she hung up her bra and panties. The moment of truth had come.
She unbuttoned her dress but kept it held closed with her hands. She
looked back at the quiet yards. She saw no movement anywhere. Her own
home looked quiet. Scared to death, Pam pulled off her dress as she
stepped forward. In a fairly fluid motion she hung the dress on the
hook as she entered the house. Once inside Pam shut the door and
breathed a sigh of relief. Her insides were fluttering from fear... and
excitement.

Sitting at his kitchen table, Mr. Clyde Odom, retired bank manager,
watched Mrs. Henderson from three doors away, while he ate his mid- day
snack. He saw her cross the yards and was pleasantly surprised when he
had seen a flash of white skin, before his pretty neighbor disappeared
into the back of the house that faced the next street over. "I will
have to keep my eyes peeled," he thought, "Maybe I should get out my
old field glasses to see what is up." He finished his snack and his
bossy wife began calling the hen-pecked 65 year old to come and
watch "Oprah" with him.

Bess and Pam had a good workout. It was all business since Scotty was
already at work. He had stopped by in the morning for his workout. They
showered together and Bess sent Pam on her way. Bess reminded Pam that
she would drive over to her house tomorrow at 6:00 to pick her up to go
to the restaurant. Then she walked with Pam to the back door. She
wanted to watch Pam exit the house naked and see how she handled
herself.

Pam had been so concerned about getting in, she hadn't given leaving
any thought. She opened the door and, while standing in the shadows,
checked to make sure that there was no movement in the yards. She also
checked her own house carefully.

Bess thought briefly about making Pam put on her panties and bra. That
would take her more time. The trade off was that Pam was really
enjoying the freedom of walking without her undergarments. Bess decided
to not make Pam put on her panties and bra. She wanted her to get used
to being as unclothed as possible.

Pam turned to Bess and gave her a hug then backed out the door grabbing
her dress as she stepped out. In a flash she had it wrapped around her.
She buttoned it quickly and then stuffed her panties and bra in her
pocket.

"Very smart, Pam. See? That wasn't so bad. See you tomorrow!"

Bess shut the door. Pam pulled on her shoes and walked home.

Mr. Odom had been sitting at his kitchen table all afternoon. He had
been ignoring his screaming wife. He held his old bird-watching
binoculars in his hand. When he saw the door open across the way her
quickly brought the glasses to his eyes. He had focused them a hundred
times on the back door over the last 2 hours. His patience was
rewarded, he saw for a brief moment, a very lovely white female ass
back out the door. It was quickly covered. He raised the glasses to the
face of his nice looking neighbor and watched her walk back to her own
house. "I'm glad we didn't sell this house and move to the retirement
community," Mr. Odom thought. "I'd better get a cushion for this chair,
because I'm going to be spending a lot of time looking out this window."

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