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Collected by Djian
Acquisition
by Headhunter
Thanks to subshanon for sharing - Djian
Acquisition 9/38 (BDSM, NC, WS, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter
On Friday after work Pam came home to her phone ringing. It was Bess,
reminding her that she needed to be ready at 6:00. Then Bess
added, "What should we wear, Pam?"
Pam said that since Scotty had said it was a nice restaurant that she
was going to wear one of her Sunday church dresses. "NO, Pam. Don't you
have a nice white blouse and a dark skirt?"
"Sure, do you think that will be OK?"
"Yeah, that's what I am going to wear. I don't want you more dressed up
than I am Pam. See you at six." Pam knew what Bess expected and it made
her happy that her friend had made the decision for her.
Pam spent the afternoon with her kids and Bill got home, carrying
pizza, at about 5:30.
As Bill put the slices of hot pizza on plates for the girls, Pam went
up to dress for her dinner.
She combed her hair and put on one of her nicest panty and bra sets.
Next was pantyhose, then she put on a white silk blouse and a black
skirt with a hem touching her knees. A wide black belt went around her
waist. She was very pleased to see that the belt notch that she used
was three holes over. The diet and exercise regimen was really making a
difference. Black flat shoes completed her outfit.
Pam went downstairs and watched Bill and the girls eating pizza and
playing a board game on the kitchen table. Bess' car pulled into the
driveway. Pam told her family that she would be back in a couple of
hours. Bill kissed her at the door and said, "Have a good time."
Once the car had pulled out of the driveway, Bess turned to Pam and
said, "This is going to be fun. Scotty tells me that the food is great
and the most interesting people have dinner there. Hey, I brought you a
couple of things from your room." Pam reached into the back seat. She
handed Pam her heels and the red lipstick from her vanity. "The heels
will make your legs look great and I thought it was high time for you
to use some more makeup."
Pam looked unsure. But Bess said, "Go on, put them on." then she
reached over and flipped down the visor in front of Pam. Like most new
cars, a small mirror and make-up light were revealed. Bess
laughed, "Two women out for the evening, we need to look gooood!"
Pam parked at the upscale restaurant. Pam had changed her shoes, but
was still staring at her face in the mirror. Bess said, "Oh, come on,
Pam." She turned on the dome light, turned Pam's face towards her, and
taking the lipstick carefully applied the bright red make-up to Pam's
lips. She pulled a tissue from her purse and said, "Blot."
Bess hopped out of the car and walked around to Pam's side and opened
her door. Pam swung her legs out and Bess took her hand to help her get
her balance on the asphalt.
For the first time Pam was able to see Bess. She had on a tan blouse,
with no bra. Pam was surprised that Bess' skirt was very short. Bess'
slender muscular legs were exposed to mid-thigh. Bess was obviously
trying to show off her only sexy feature, her legs, shaped by years of
exercise and running.
Bess looked at Pam's long skirt and said, "you need to do what I used
to do in high school, Pam."
Pam looked confused. Bess continued, "Take off your belt for a second,
Pam." Pam complied and stood holding her belt. Bess stepped forward and
pulled the waist of Pam's skirt up about 3 inches. She looked down at
the hem and then pulled the skirt up another 3 inches. Bess folded the
material down several times and told Pam to put her belt back on.
Pam looked down and saw that her skirt, like Bess', was now exposing
half of her thighs.
"All right, Pam! Your legs are looking good. Two hot women, out on the
town."
"I just want a quiet dinner Bess."
"We will, Pam, Scotty says the food here is excellent."
Bess took Pam's hand. Holding it, she led her neighbor into the fancy
restaurant.
Once inside the two women asked for a table and waited to be seated.
Pam and Bill rarely went out to dinner and if they did it was a family
restaurant with the girls. Pam relaxed when she realized that the men
and women in the restraint were stylishly dressed. Most of the women
she could see were wearing high fashion short dresses. Soft jazz played
in the dark wood paneled restaurant. The two women we escorted by a
maitre d' to a small table that was in the dining room but near the
entrance to the bar area.
Pam looked around the room. This place is really nice, I hope it's not
too expensive she thought. Suddenly Scotty was standing next to their
table. Pam smiled brightly at the young man.
"Are you going to be our waiter, Scotty?" asked Bess, looking up and
seeing the young man in black pants, white dress shirt, wearing a black
tux tie on his collar.
"Yes, I told the Maitre d' to look out for you and put you in my
serving area."
"Well then, we want the whole treatment"
"Good evening ladies, my name it Scotty and I will be your server this
evening. Here are your menus. Could I get you anything from the bar
while you decide?"
Both Bess and Pam laughed. Bess said, "OOOH this is fun, will we have
to give you a big tip?"
"No, of course not," Scotty laughed back.
Then Bess added, "That's good because Pam gave you your tip the other
night, or should I say YOU gave her your TIP." Both Pam and Scotty
blushed at the comment.
"Oh, isn't that sweet? Now you are shy! Get us two glasses of the house
white, Scotty." Then turning to Pam, "I think we can break the diet
tonight."
Scotty came back with the wine. The three chatted for a few minutes.
The conversation ended with Bess saying, "We will order sometime sexy
and fun to eat. How about the crab legs. Something about pulling out
the chunks of succulent meat and dipping it in butter turns me on."
Bess naturally ordered for the two of them and Pam was happy to let her.
Scotty left with the order. Bess reached across the table, took Pam's
hand in hers and looked into her face. "I love being out with you Pam.
You are the most important thing to me, my love. Don't you like me
taking care of you? This is so much fun we will need to do this kind of
thing more often, my pet.
Pam smiled, and replied, "I'm really enjoying myself. I haven't had an
expensive meal in so long. I'm always cooking for everyone else."
"Relax and just follow me. I want to pamper you." Bess squeezed Pam's
fingers and then stroked the back of her hand gently.
The two women sitting alone had attracted the attention of several men
in the bar area. They were older and looked very distinguished, like
all of the clientele in the restaurant. One of the bartenders
approached the table and poured more wine into their glasses. Bess
looked up, surprised. The bartender simply said, "Compliments of the
gentlemen in the bar", and walked away. Bess and Pam looked up and two
nice looking men tipped their glasses to them.
"All right," Bess thought, "This is the first time any man has ever
bought me a drink. And these are obviously well-to-do, sophisticated,
attractive men." Then Bess looked across the table at her friend, "Of
course," she thought, "That's why. Pam has the tits that make men open
their wallets and their zippers." She was suddenly annoyed with Pam.
The naive Pam was surprised as well. Drinks sent to her table was a
first for her. She had never gone out prior to her marriage where this
could happen. She hadn't looked as hot then, either. Since her marriage
any night out was with her husband, wearing Sunday school clothes,
hardly pick-up material. In fact, until tonight she had never been pick-
up material in her life. Pam's surprise turned to confusion when she
saw Bess' face turn dark.
Scotty arrived balancing a tray on one hand. Stretched out holding the
tray Pam and Bess couldn't help but notice that his pants were very
tight. The material clung to his muscular ass and his "package" was
outlined. It was now obvious that he wasn't wearing underwear.
Bess said, "Showing off a little, aren't you Scotty?"
"Jake has us all wear tight pants. He says the customers like it and it
does sometimes get us big tips." Then with a laugh in his effeminate
voice Scotty added, "I usually get bigger tips from some men. Like Jake
says, it pays to advertise. Hey, I saw that you had some drinks sent to
you earlier, you guys must be 'advertising' yourselves."
"No, we just want to have our dinner," said Pam defensively.
"Well I think those guys were just wanting to get close to the 'new'
Pam," said Bess with obvious irritation in her voice.
Scotty placed the plates on the table and left the women to their meal.
The two women enjoyed eating the fattening meal. At one point Bess
pulled a long tendril of meat from one of the crab legs on her plate.
She caught Pam's eyes and slowly dipped the meat in the butter bowl.
Holding the meat over her tilted back head Bess held still while the
butter ran down the long slender piece of meat and sensually dropped
into her open mouth. Then she stuck her tongue out and licked the end
of the dangling meat. She looked again at Pam, smiled then sucked the
crab meat into her mouth, slowly pulled it back out and repeated,
sucking the meat like a miniature cock. Pam laughed out loud and,
getting into the spirit, imitated Bess with a piece of her food. The
women laughed together and were startled when they heard clapping
coming from the bar. Several men were looking at them, smiling and
giving them the 'thumbs up' sign. One man walked from the bar and stood
next to their table. He was a tall and imposing figure, mid- thirties
with dark hair and eyes. He wore an impeccable dark Italian silk suit.
The two women could feel his presence. He sent out vibrations that
said 'power.'
"Hello, ladies. My name is Jake and I am the lucky owner of this
establishment."
Immediately Pam and Bess knew who he was.
"I saw one of my employees talking with you earlier, are you friends of
Scotty?" Jake asked in a condescending tone.
Pam was speechless. This man intimidated her by his presence. Powerful
men always did that. First her father, then a few of her college
professors. Occasionally Pam would have to attend a business party with
Bill. The powerful businessmen that Bill worked for made her feel the
same way, somehow small and vulnerable. At those parties she always
stayed close to her husband. Taking comfort from him. In fact, one of
the reasons she was drawn to Bill in the first place was because he did
not intimidate her.
Bess, on the other hand, looked at Jake as a challenge. Like most
things in her life Bess always wanted to compete and beat people. Stand
up to them and stare them down. As Pam seemed to sink into her chair,
Bess seemed to rise in hers, showing defiance to the man who stood
confidently next to their table.
For his part, Jake sized up the two women immediately. He was a student
of people and how strong they were. How physically strong and mentally
strong.
He noticed Pam's wedding band and the lack of a band on Bess' finger.
He read the body language of each and knew that Pam was here because of
Bess. While Pam was much more interesting to him from a physical
standpoint, he was intrigued by the small defiant Bess. He had a
feeling that she held the key to her married friend.
"Yes, Scotty invited us. You have a very nice restaurant, Jake. I'll
tell you if I like the food after we are done eating," said Bess in a
straightforward tone, looking straight into the man's handsome yet
somehow callous face.
"Well, I will have to reward him for asking two such delightful women
to dine here," said Jake, turning on the charm and displaying a mouth
full of dazzling white teeth. "And you WILL enjoy the meal. I serve
nothing but the best. That's why I am so successful."
Bess turned back to her meal and Pam stole a sidelong glance at the
man, afraid to meet his eyes.
Jake continued, seeing that these two would take some effort. "In fact,
Scotty actually both lives with me and works for me."
"Actually, Jake, you threw him out last weekend," said Bess throwing
another barb.
"MY MY, you two have me at a disadvantage. It seems you know much more
about me than I know of you. I would like to remedy that. May I join
you? For your company I will give you your meals and drinks on the
house."
"We are quite capable of paying for our meals," Bess shot back, "but we
both like Scotty very much and I would like to know more about him...
and you, Jake. So I will allow you to join us." Bess felt like she had
control.
Bess saw Pam's eyes pleading with her not to have this man join them,
but Bess simply dismissed her with a look of her own. The exchange of
glances was not lost on Jake. "Very interesting, his initial assessment
must have been right about these two," he thought.
Jake simply nodded to the maitre d' and a third chair appeared at the
table in seconds.
At first Jake and Bess talked about the restaurant, then the subject
switched to exercise, when Jake noted that Bess was obviously an
athlete. This pleased her and she regaled him with her list of
impressive athletic accomplishments in college and since.
It was revealed that Scotty had been working out with Pam and Bess for
the last several days.
Jake finally turned to Pam, "Oh, are you an athlete?"
Pam couldn't make herself meet his eyes and softly responded, "No, not
really"
Bess immediately corrected her charge. "Pam, speak up and look at Jake."
Pam struggled to look up at his handsome face, finally in a louder
voice said, "No, I've only been working out with Bess for a month."
Bess immediately took charge and continued, "I am helping Pam with a
diet and getting her in shape."
Jake leaned to one side and looked down at Pam's legs and said, "Keep
it up, you seem to be making progress." Pam blushed.
Jake, knowing that he needed to stay connected with Bess, leaned the
other way and after looking at Bess' legs said, "But her legs will
never look like yours. Your legs are the result of a lifetime of work."
Bess smiled brightly at the compliment.
Jake sat with a smug look and thought to himself, "Yes, I will be able
to manipulate the manipulator."
Jake then decided to turn up the heat on the conversation. "You know
that Scotty and I are lovers."
Both women nodded that they were aware of that. The Jake launched into
recounting how he had found Scotty on the street. Had taken him in,
given him a job and become his lover. Then he talked about taking
control of Scotty, having him essentially become his personal slave,
making Scotty work out with him, etc. Finally he said, "... and Scotty
has such a beautiful ass, he takes my cock up it so well. I really love
it when I'm on top of that beautiful muscular body, such a beautiful
tight ass."
Bess said, "Yes, we know."
Jake looked up with surprise. "What do you mean? He is not supposed to
have sex with anyone but me."
Bess, realizing her mistake, said, "No, when we work out we do it
naked. We saw him, that's all."
Jake smiled, "That's good because I'm taking Scotty back tonight. He
won't need to work out with you anymore. We usually work out naked, so
I'm not surprised you do as well. Listen, I have some of the best
equipment money can buy. If the two of you would like to come over to
my place and have a workout, Scotty and I would like it. Nothing to
worry about with two fags like us."
Pam was frightened that Bess would take him up on the offer. Somehow
Jake didn't seem gay at all.
Bess, wanting to exert her control again, simply said, "I will have to
think about it. I don't want to disrupt our routine."
Pam breathed a sigh of relief for a moment. But only a moment. Jake
turned to her and said, Well, If Bess doesn't want to work out with
Scotty and I, how about you, Pam?"
The was a long pause, Bess didn't say anything wanting to hear Pam's
response.
Finally Pam said, "It's up to Bess, she makes all of those decisions."
Both Jake and Bess smiled. Bess because she was proud of Pam's answer,
Jake because he now knew that Pam was controlled by Bess, owned by her.
Now it was only a matter of time. He smiled sweetly at the housewife
and said, "I understand," while he thought of all the wonderful things
he was going to do to her, when the time was right.
****
Pam and Bess had finished their meal. Scotty came back to ask if they
wanted desert.
They both exclaimed "NO, they were stuffed." Pam literally was. Her
daily meals had been so small over the past weeks that she knew that
her stomach had shrunk. She was actually uncomfortable and she looked
it.
In front of his new friends, Jake told Scotty that he expected the
young man to come back home with him tonight. Pam watched Scotty as
this announcement was made. Scotty showed a variety of emotions on his
beautiful face. Obvious happiness about going to the place he
considered home but there was also a fear present. Pam remembered the
welts on his muscular buttocks and was concerned for her new friend.
Jake asked if Scotty had been a good server and the women
said, "Absolutely."
Then Jake said, "I will reward Scotty for bringing you wonderful ladies
to my restaurant. I have enjoyed your company so much that I will keep
my promise." Jake turned to Scotty and said, "Tear up their bill,
Scotty. And we will welcome them back any time." Everyone smiled.
Jake then said, "Pam you look uncomfortable. Scotty, show Pam where the
restroom is. I want to talk to Bess privately for a moment, anyway."
Pam was happy to stand and relieve the pressure on her stomach. As
Scotty led Pam away, Jake and the men in the bar watched her walk away
in her high heels, her ass swaying and thighs flashing. Once she was
out of view, Jake shifted over to Pam's chair. He felt the warmth on
the chair left by Pam. He smiled to himself, "She was a hot piece of
ass."
Jake nodded to the maitre d' and the extra chair was whisked away.
Until Jake left, Pam would have no place to sit.
Jake looked hard at Bess and she looked right back at him as if in a
war of wills. Jake smiled and relaxed, "I had to kick Scotty out for a
few days. I had a stewardess I picked up staying with me while she was
on her layover. She wouldn't have understood Scotty being at my place."
Bess eyes widened in surprise.
Jake laughed, "Oh, I'm bisexual. I enjoy women a lot. Scotty is just
convenient to have around. And he is absolutely the best 'cocksucker'.
Much better than any woman I have ever been with."
Jake continued, "Sort of like you and Pam I'll bet. I can tell that the
two of you must get it on." Bess did not respond to that, but the look
on her face told Jake the answer. Jake continued, "I'm impressed with
your control over her. Tell me about it, you must be very strong to
control someone who is married."
By feeding Bess' ego he knew that she would talk. This was one subject
everyone liked to brag about.
Bess found herself opening up to Jake. She explained how she had been
empty and unfulfilled until Pam had fallen into her control. How she
really loved Pam and her daughters. During Bess' revelations Jake began
to interject his thoughts.
Jake observed that it was impressive to control someone who had a
family separate from the dominator's relationship. He was also,
impressed that she had good control over the married woman since she
only "had her" for a couple of hours a day, six days a week.
He confessed that it was easy to control Scotty because Jake was the
only relationship Scotty had. And Scotty was with him seven days a week
24 hours a day. Also, Scotty depended on Jake for his food, shelter,
for everything.
Bess explained that she and Pam had a very strong emotional bond and
that she had drawn Pam in very slowly to prevent her from running away
from her.
Jake played Bess. Making her think that they were some kind of
coconspirators. Letting Bess think she had control of the conversation.
He recognized Bess' need to dominate all of her relationships.
When Jake saw Pam returning from the restroom, he leaned across to Bess
and whispered, "Show me. I want to talk with you some more and my chair
was taken away. Have her stand in the bar and wait until we are
finished talking. That will impress me. I know that a sheltered
housewife like her will be uncomfortable in that situation."
Pam walked up to the table and realized that Jake was in her seat. She
stood and looked at Bess. Bess was silent for a moment. Then she
thought, "Why not? It might be fun."
"Pam, Jake and I are still talking. Go into the bar and have a glass of
wine. I'll send Scotty for you when Jake and I are finished talking."
Pam looked unsure and a little hurt, she didn't move. Bess saw Jake
shrug his shoulders as if to say, "I guess you're not the boss after
all."
Bess needed to show this arrogant SOB. "Go NOW, Pam!"
Pam wilted, finally turned and with a frightened look on her face went
into the bar area.
Jake whispered, "Very impressive."
Jake and Bess watched. As soon as Pam entered the bar area, several
attractive, well dressed men offered her a seat and bought her a drink.
Pam looked awkward and self-conscious.
Jake turned to Bess, "She will be all right, they will hit on her, but
my restaurant is not the kind of place where anything would happen. She
will get some attention, that's all. I also own an after hours club. If
we were there, you would need to keep her on a tight leash."
Bess thought to herself that her pet might help her get a real man
between her legs. It had been so long since she had a man make love to
her.
Jake continued, "Speaking of a leash, how do you punish her? I cane and
humiliate Scotty on a regular basis."
Bess proudly told Jake of requiring Pam to stay nude in her house,
paddling her and the binding of her arms.
Jake laughed, "Wonderful. So you really only dominate her at your
house?"
Bess said yes, mostly at the house. But that she had begun to
purposefully embarrass Pam outside the house. Like tonight, rolling up
her skirt.
Jake went on to say that Bess would have to continue to dominate Pam to
continue to take her to greater and greater punishment and humiliation
or the relationship would stagnate. Bess listened to the argument and
it made sense, but she also loved her pet.
Jake discussed that Pam, being married with a family really complicated
the relationship. He said that at his 'after hours' club, occasionally
dominants and submissives came in. It was really boring most of the
time, not real control, just people play acting. Wearing outlandish
clothes and pretending to spank each other. Not very real when both of
the parties involved really wanted the same thing. To Jake, real
control, real possession of a person was what was exciting. That was
what was so great about Bess and Pam. Even though Pam was only sitting
in an upscale bar, in a skirt that was really no shorter than any of
the other women in the restaurant, it was an act so alien to her that
it was only possible because of Bess' control. That was exciting and
Bess should be congratulated.
Bess beamed at the praise.
They looked up and saw that Pam had become a little more comfortable
and was now talking with two of the men who stood next to her.
Jake looked at Bess. "See Bess, she is already relaxing. You need to
continue to up the control or eventually Pam will just return to her
family or find someone who will take even greater possession of her.
You need to be careful. After all, "owning" someone is a lot of work. I
can't tell you the hours I've spent training Scotty."
Bess agreed, "That's true, Pam has consumed me. It is a lot of
responsibility."
Jake smiled and, stroking Bess' ego one more time, said, "You are an
amazing woman, Bess. Think about coming to my house for a workout, or
if you like, you and Pam could come to my club."
Bess said that she would think about it.
"Do yourself a favor Bess, do something else to exert your control and
humiliate Pam before you leave. But please, not too outrageous; this is
an upscale restaurant and my livelihood."
Bess smiled and said, "Yes, that's a good idea Jake. I will."
Jake stood, "You won't be seeing Scotty at your house anymore. After
all, like you with Pam I have to keep my control. And I can tell that
he likes the two of you too much."
He waved Scotty over to the table and as Jake left he said to Bess, "I
know that we will be seeing more of each other."
Scotty arrived and Jake disappeared into the back of the
restaurant. "Scotty, would you go get Pam from the bar and have her
come back to the table?" Bess was thinking about what Jake had said,
what could she have Pam do to further humiliate and control her in this
upscale public place?
When Scotty went up to Pam she was talking with ease to the men that
surrounded her. He noted that they were all ogling her exposed thighs
and the swell of her breasts under her white blouse. Scotty said to
Pam, "Bess has asked you to come back." The men groaned but all
expressed thanks for the time Pam had spent with them. Pam felt like
the queen of the ball as she slid off her stool, exposing a little more
thigh. As Scotty walked with Pam back to the table, he whispered to
her, "Be careful of Jake, Pam." Pam didn't say anything, she was
confused by the comment.
Pam slid back into her seat.
"Well, it looks like you were a hit in the bar. Did you find a friend
for me Pam?" Bess said in a nasty tone. Bess had decided what she would
have Pam do.
Now Pam was really confused, she was happy to be back at the table with
Bess. For some reason Bess seemed mad at her.
"Those men were really checking you out Pam. They bought you a drink
and everything. Were they nice?"
"Oh, Bess, I was really nervous at first, but they were gentlemen and
did seem very nice."
"Well, I think that you need to show your appreciation to them, and to
me. Pam I want you to go back to the bathroom, go into a stall and take
off your bra. Then bring it back to me."
All of the color drained out of Pam's face. "I can't, no... Bess no...
don't ruin this evening... "
"Shut up, Pam. We have been working hard on your body. I'm not wearing
a bra and you don't need one either. Now do as I say. It will be fine.
Think of how good it will feel! Do it now! Besides, your shirt is not
sheer. I wouldn't want to embarrass Scotty or Jake. " Then she
added, "I just want to embarrass you."
Pam didn't move. Bess reached across the table and touched a button on
Pam's collar. "We can do it right here if you prefer."
"Stop, OK! I'll go."
"Good, I'll bet you're turned on, aren't you Pam. I know I am!"
Pam got up from the table, and to her surprise she could feel an
excitement in her belly. She dreaded and was thrilled at what she knew
she must do.
Pam disappeared towards the restroom and Bess glanced around the room
looking for Jake. She saw him sitting at the bar with some well dressed
older gentlemen.
They caught each other's eyes and smiled. Coconspirators...
In a toilet stall, Pam was full of mixed emotions. She was frightened a
little, but she knew that nothing bad could really happen. This was a
nice place and she knew Bess would take care of her like always. That
was comforting. Actually, she was excited. She enjoyed the feeling of
freedom she had at Bess' house and this would sort of be the same. In
fact it wouldn't be as embarrassing as what had happened at the Park.
She pulled her blouse from under her belt and, after unbuttoning it,
hung it on the hook on the back of the stall door. Then she took a deep
breath... and unsnapped her bra. Her tits bounced free and swung in the
cool air of the bathroom. Her nipples hardened into brown pebbles.
After hefting each tit in her hands momentarily, she pulled her blouse
back on. Buttoned it and tucked in her shirt. She played with how tight
the blouse was tucked in, so that her nipples wouldn't be too obvious.
She balled up her bra in one hand and exited the stall. Checking
herself in the mirror as she past it, she thought, you could hardly
tell I'm braless except for the bounce caused by the high heels.
Bess saw Pam approaching the table with a delightful bounce under her
shirt. When she came up to the table Pam was flushed and said, "Oh,
Bess, I feel so naughty."
Bess gave her a loving smile, stood and said, "I'm so proud of you, you
look delicious." In her heels Pam was almost a head taller than Bess.
Then before giving the housewife a chance to think, Bess placed her
hand on Pam's back and steered her towards the bar. Several men looked
up from their drinks at the approaching women. Bess, in a moment of
malevolence, grabbed a handful of cloth on Pam's back. She bunched it
together with her fingers causing the material on Pam's blouse to draw
tight across her unfettered tits. Bess pulled tighter and the material
between the buttons gaped open. The men watching them, peeked through
the small opening and could see the curved flesh of Pam's tits. Bess
steered Pam up to a man sitting next to Jake. He was one of the men who
had been talking with Pam earlier. Then, still holding the shirt tight,
Bess said to him, "My friend is a little shy, do you have a business
card?" The man smiled and pulled a card from his suit pocket and held
it out. "Take it Pam, you said you thought he was nice."
Pam blushed, but held out her hand hoping that this would end quickly.
The man handed her the card. First she reached up with the hand that
held her bra, then she quickly raised the other hand and took the card.
One of the men sitting nearby commented, "Yeah! We can see how shy she
is!"
Pam visibly shivered when Bess said, "Thank you, maybe we will call you
sometime." The other men high fived their lucky friend as the two women
walked away towards the door of the restaurant.
Jake rose and followed the women. As they were leaving he whispered to
Bess, "Very nicely done Bess, I'm really impressed. You are a very
powerful woman." Bess smiled widely at the complement from the dark,
mysterious man. Jake continued, "Have you thought about changing her
hair color to blonde? I love blondes, that is one of the things that
attracted me to Scotty. And you must do something about her ugly brown
nipples. Kids will screw up even the most delectable female body."
Pam didn't hear the exchange, she was still coming down from the high
of being on display and obviously being appreciated by the men in the
bar. This was a new and foreign experience for her and deep inside,
despite her misgivings, she enjoyed it.
Jake watched the women as they walked across the parking lot. "Pam was
so ripe," he thought, "like a succulent, unbruised juicy peach."
Once in the car the two women hugged each other and laughed. It had
been a fun evening. Bess pulled her car out of the parking lot onto the
brightly lit city streets.
Pam said, "God that was so exciting. I hope Bill wants to make love
tonight."
Bess laughed, "Pam you don't need to be made love to. You need to be
fucked!"
Both women giggled. Then Bess said, "do you want to go to your room and
spend some time with me and 'Mr. Friendly'?"
"I'd love to Bess, but I feel guilty enough about leaving Bill with the
kids."
Bess, not wanting the evening to end, drove aimlessly around the
downtown area.
As she was driving Bess unbuttoned her own blouse and reached inside
with her free hand and tickled her own small nipples on her flat chest.
Pam looked over at her friend and asked, "Bess, what are you doing?"
Bess pulled her blouse open so her nipples were visible and said, "I'm
just so turned on. I feel like playing with myself."
Then she smiled at Pam and said, "Don't you need to put your bra back
on before you get home to Bill?"
"Yes I do. Will you stop at a gas station so I can do that, and unroll
my skirt."
"NO, Do it now!"
"Bess... "
"No. My car is like my house. It's dark in here. Do it now! Besides I'm
playing with my tits and I want to see yours."
Pam shrugged, knowing that arguing would be futile and besides
following this order made her excited. It was dark in the car. None of
the people that they were passing on the downtown streets would be able
to see inside.
Pam unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it from her skirt. She peered out
the dark windows and seeing no one on the street nearby, she pulled
leaned forward and stripped off her blouse.
Bess loved to watch Pam's breasts swing and hang. "She really doesn't
know how sexy she is," Bess thought to herself.
Bess had picked up Pam's bra and held it. "I'll hold your blouse," she
said. Pam twisted in her seat breasts swinging and handed Bess the
blouse and reached for her bra.
Bess laughed evilly and snatched both the blouse and bra away. She
deposited them between her seat and the car door, well out of Pam's
reach.
"Bess!..." Pam shrieked
"Shut up or I will toss them out the window. Bill would certainly
wonder if you came home topless."
Pam, didn't say a word, but placed her hands over her breasts as Bess
hit the electric window switch, and with a soft hum the drivers side
window began to disappear.
"Bess... please... "
"Pam take your hands away from your tits or I will roll down your
window. You'll get them back, if you cooperate, this is fun, love."
Pam dropped her hands exposing her tits. Fortunately Bess' window of
the car was on the street side thought Pam.
"Pam, pull off my blouse while I drive. I want to join you in this
little exhibition, this is so neat."
Pam leaned over and with some struggle was able to get Bess' blouse
off. Bess snatched it away from Pam. "I don't want you to cover up with
my clothes. Besides, you big titted bitch, you would stretch my blouse."
Pam was stung by the words of her friend, but she could feel herself
becoming moist, the powerlessness and the vulnerability of the
situation was getting to her.
Acquisition 10/38 (BDSM, NC, WS, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter
The two women drove through the downtown topless. Both of their nipples
were hard from the excitement of being half naked. Bess looked dreamily
over at the beautiful Pam and said, "Play with my nipples Pam. God I'm
so turned on." Pam, becoming comfortable in the relative safety of the
car reached out and touched her friend's chest. "Use your other hand
and fondle yourself Pam."
The housewife stroked and gently pinched Bess' hard nipple with one
hand and one of her own with the other. Bess heard Pam sigh. After a
few minutes Bess lifted Pam's hand from her chest and placed it on
Pam's other breast. Pam sighed again and began to fondle both of her
own breasts. Pam's head rested back on the seat and she continued
stroking her fleshy tits.
Bess reached to the middle console of her luxury car and hit the seat
adjustment levers for the passenger seat. Pam felt her seat reclining
gently. She closed her eyes, relaxed, reclined and got into the
sensuous stroking of herself. Bess looked over at the 3/4 recline of
her pet and smiled.
Both topless women were enjoying the moment. Bess stopped for a light.
Several rough looking men stood on the downtown street corner talking
and sharing a cigarette. On a whim Bess lowered the passenger window,
then reached up and turned on the passenger map light. She focused the
beam of light on Pam's tits. The housewife, lost in her own self-
enjoyment, was oblivious to being put on display.
"Hey, man. Look at that."
Another voice, "Shit! There's a lady in that nice car playing with her
jugs man."
Pam opened her eyes when she heard the voices. Bess grabbed Pam's arm
closest to her and pulled it hard. Bess squeezed Pam's forearm hard
enough to bruise. Then she hissed, "Don't move, don't say anything. Do
as I say or I will kick your ass out of my car right here on this
corner. You know I can do it!"
A look of pure terror crossed Pam's face and she sat frozen. One breast
uncovered, the other partially hidden by her by her hand. The fingers
had frozen in mid-pinch on her erect nipple. She was so frightened that
she almost pissed from the fear and humiliation.
One of the men approached the car and stuck his head in Pam's window.
He was dirty and had several days growth of beard on his face. "Hey,
bitch can I play with those things too?"
Bess called out. "Yeah sure, but only if you come over here and play
with mine first."
The light changed and the car behind Bess honked its horn. The man
pulled his head out of the window, and cursed at the car behind them.
But Bess very calmly took her foot off the brake and inched her car
forward.
"Thank God," thought Pam.
But Bess simply turned the corner and pulled along side the curb in an
area marked as a bus stop. The men again approached the car. Bess
called out, "Who is going to come over here. The deal is my tits first."
One of the men said, "Lopez, you go check out the driver. I want to get
my hands on these baby's. The head was stuck back in Pam's window. She
could smell cheap liquor and cigarettes on his breath.
"Me first, or we are out of here," reminded Bess.
The man yelled, "Hurry up, Lopez."
A swarthy face was stuck in Bess' window, "Hey man this chick only has
little tits."
Bess laughed, "Yeah, but I got great nipples, give them a suck."
"Go on, Lopez."
The man in Bess' window leaned in and ran his tongue over Bess hard bud
on her almost flat left tit. The other man, seeing it, reached in with
both hands and grabbed Pam's tits roughly.
"Man, this bitch has got some nice titties," he exclaimed. "Let me in
there," a voice said, and another arm reached into the window and
grabbed a hand full of Pam's flesh.
Another voice said, "Can we grab her pussy?" With out waiting for a
reply, another dirty arm came in the window and began grabbing at Pam's
skirt. "Shit! This bitch has pantyhose on."
Bess, enjoying the tit tongue bath from the stranger, laughed and
said, "if each of you boys give me some attention I'll let you see her
whole package. "All right," one of the dirty men exclaimed.
The men withdrew from both sides of the car and stood looking in the
windshield. Bess reached over to Pam and began undoing her belt.
Pam was still frightened to death. But, like before, the knowledge that
she would be exposed regardless of what she wanted caused a calm to
come over her. "I can't do anything about this. I know that Bess will
take care of me," she thought to herself. She also knew that she was
excited and trembling with both fear and erotic anticipation. When Bess
had the belt loose and began tugging on Pam's skirt, the housewife
actually raised her hips to help slip off the skirt in the confined
space of the car.
"That's good Pam, now you know how I want you all the time. Push down
your pantyhose and panties. Let these men see you naked. I want you
naked. You want to be naked. Let everyone see your beautiful naked
body. You have worked so hard, show them your pussy and your ass. Show
them everything. It will make me so happy, so proud of you!"
"Yess," Pam hissed in mindless obedience, "Naked, yesssss."
Pam raised her hips again and pushed down her pantyhose and panties to
her knees.
"All right..." the men cheered. "Look at that bitch. Hey spread those
legs momma, let us see your juicy slit!"
"Do it," said Bess casually, delighted with the willingness of her pet
to expose herself so wantonly.
Pam tried to spread her legs, but the bunched material at her knees
prevented it. Seeing the problem Bess leaned forward slipped Pam's
shoes off, then pushed the tangle of nylon and cotton panty completely
off Pam's feet. Bess tossed the ball of material out of her window into
the dirty street. She grabbed the leg closest to her and pulled it into
her lap, then said, "stick your other leg out the window."
Pam pulled her knee to her chest then pushed it out the open passenger
window. Her foot and calf were completely out the window. She rested
the back of her knee on the door. She was splayed obscenely, wet, pink
cunt flesh visible in her dark pubic hair, the light reflecting off of
her moisture.
Bess pushed her back into the reclining position and then said to the
men, "play with my tits, then you can play with her all you want."
The men immediately crowded at Pam's window. "Damn it," Bess thought to
herself, "I'm sitting here half naked and all four of these bum's are
trying to get their hands on Pam. That bitch. God, that pisses me off.
I really ought to throw her naked ass out of the car."
Bess screamed getting madder and madder, "You no good mother fuckers!!
I said play with me first, not my friend."
One of the men said, "Shut up bitch, we want to play with this whore,
not your skinny little ass."
Dirty grimy hands reached into the window and began pawing at Pam. She
laid back on the seat frozen, as one hand grabbed a tit and another
reached roughly between her legs.
"Damn, this pussy is wet," the man who had his fingers probing her slit
remarked.
Another chimed in, "Give me some room, let me feel it. Let me stick my
hand up her cunt."
Bess was beside herself with rage. The person she controlled, her pet,
HER GOD DAMN PERSONAL BITCH, had ALL of the men. And she sat there
letting it happen. Sure, she enjoyed the humiliation of Pam. It showed
her power and ownership of the housewife, but damn-it she deserved some
attention from men too.
Bess shifted the car into gear and pressed the accelerator hard, as she
screamed "FUCK YOU," at the men. The car squealed away from the curb.
The men began cursing as their arms were pulled away from Pam succulent
body.
At the next corner Bess looked in the rear view mirror. One of the men
was standing in the street holding Pam's panties to his nose.
As Bess sped through the intersection she looked over at Pam. The
housewife was still naked, was still reclining, and she had begun to
play with her own body. One hand was on her breast pinching it at the
same place one of the men's hands had been. Bess could tell because of
the smudge of dirt left on the tender white flesh by the bum. Pam's
other hand was rubbing between her legs. This was the first time Bess
had seen Pam masturbating.
"You ungrateful bitch, you fucking selfish bitch. I help you. I give
you some fucking meaning to your miserable existence. God damn it, I
live for you... " Bess began to tear up," and I love you so much. Go
ahead! Just go ahead and play with your cunt." Bess cried openly and
then with anger in her voice, "Your precious married cunt. That hole
that all the men want to fuck. God damn it maybe we should let them.
Maybe if we let them, just maybe, then they will want to fuck me too."
Pam began to moan as her fingers dipped into her honeypot and her thumb
strummed across her clit. An orgasm washed over her. Enraged, Bess
slammed on the brakes of the car. It swerved to a stop on a dark
street. Bess jammed the car shift lever into park, jumped out of the
car, ran around to Pam's door and pulled it open. Grabbing Pam by her
hair she pulled her from the car and pushed her over the hood of the
car. Holding the naked woman down against the hood with a hand on her
neck, Bess began to hit Pam with all of her strength across her exposed
ass. The blows were more like punches than slaps. Bess was shrieking
and wailing, "You bitch, you ungrateful cunt..." Over and over again.
Pam recovering from her orgasm, began to cry and pleaded, "Please...
please... I'm sorry... sorry... I deserve it... I'm soooo bad...
Please, I'm sorry..."
The scene was frozen as a car turned onto the darkened street
illuminating the two women in stark relief against the blackness.
Bess was wearing only her skirt. Her little tits were red from rage and
exertion. Pam's voluptuous ass exposed, her groin and chest pressed
against the metal of the car. Bess' arm was frozen in mid swing.
Bess stopped swinging and crying hard stood Pam up and gave her a hard
tight hug. Pam hugged her back and the two woman stood sobbing in each
others arms.
The passing car drove slowly. Bess saw an older couple peering out the
window. Then she saw the woman frantically directing her husband to
keep driving away from here. The action of the old lady caused her to
laugh through her tears. Bess led Pam back to her seat and ran back to
the drivers side of the car. As they pulled back into the street, Pam
continued to sob and softly repeat like a mantra, "I'm bad... you're
right, men want to do dirty things with me... I deserve to be
punished... I'm sorry... I love you Bess... I'm soooo bad... I like
looking and touching myself... I'm so bad..."
Bess, now recovered said, "Yes, Pam. You need to be punished. You only
think about your own needs. You need to be taught about sex, taught
about my needs. I'm going to train you so you can fulfill all of what
we both want from you." Jake had been right. Pam needed training and
discipline, more than what she had endured already.
Finally Bess stopped the car again. She handed Pam her what was left of
her clothes, along with her low heeled shoes. "Put them on, Pam. I'm
taking you home. Your home with Bill and the girls. But starting
Sunday, my house will become your training place. Not just for
workouts, but for all the things that we both need. From now on, you
will be a different person at my house and in your room. You won't be
nice sweet Pam, wife and mother. We are going to make you into
something else. We will go further than we have so far, because you
need to. You know that you need to, and it will be wonderful."
"Wonderful," replied Pam softly as she held her clothes in her lap.
Bess helped Pam struggle into the clothes, even unfolding the dress. As
Pam walked in the front door of her house the hem of her dress reached
again to mid-calf and the red lipstick had been wiped away. Except for
the missing panties and hose, Pam entered her house as she left it.
Back to her loving and "nice" family.
Bess drove around the block to her own house and pulled into the
garage. Picking up Pam's high heels from the floor of the car she
realized that it was time for her to go on a shopping spree for Pam.
Plus Jake had given her some ideas about some additional improvements
for Pam's "look."
Bess became excited as she though of all the opportunities to seduce
men Pam was going to provide for her. The excitement was tinged with a
little jealousy. Until now Pam had been all hers, except for the time
with Scotty, but he didn't count, he was just "one of the girls."
Pam tried to understand her emotions. Was she jealous of the attention
Pam got from others? Yes! But she was also jealous of others who might
get to enjoy time with her possession, her pet. She admitted to herself
that she had been jealous of those men tonight. Would she be able to
give up a part of Pam, for even a little while, while she had her own
desires met? Bess didn't know. She really was obsessed with her
neighbor. And she felt more alive than she had in years.
Surprisingly, however, that jealousy of others didn't extend to Bill or
the children. Then it dawned on her. She didn't think of Bill or the
girls as possessing Pam. Certainly not in a physical or sexual way. At
the end of the day, that's what it had finally come down to, using Pam
physically and sexually.
****
Pam spent Saturday with her family. She went through the motions of a
family day. She couldn't get the thought of standing in the bar without
a bra on, or the image of dirty hands reaching in the car window to
touch her most intimate parts, out of her mind.
The Henderson family did some chores around the house. At one point old
Mr. Odom walked across two yards to say hello to Pam as she worked in
her backyard garden. Something about the way he looked at her gave Pam
an uneasy feeling. But he was very friendly, which was unusual. Pam
couldn't remember him saying more than two or three words to either
Bill or herself. Pam cut off the conversation by saying she needed to
go inside. As Pam walked away she heard Mr. Odom say, "Hope to see more
of you, Mrs. Henderson." Pam was so pre- occupied by the conflicting
emotions of the night before and both the thrill and dread of what Bess
had in store for her on Sunday evening, that she didn't think anything
of what he said.
In bed Saturday night, Pam once again initiated sex with her husband.
She was rewarded with an average spousal fuck that gave her a
moderately fulfilling orgasm. Afterwards Bill said something about Pam
missing him when he was on his trip this week. She just said "Uh, Huh"
and began daydreaming about Bess and the always ready 'Mr. Friendly'.
Bess spent her Saturday at the mall buying clothes for her pet and
ended the day stopping at a hardware store and the carpet store next
door, that had done some carpet work in house the year before. She left
each store with several purchases and an evil smile on her lips.
Sunday was more normal for Pam. The family went to church and spent the
afternoon getting ready for the week ahead. The girls doing homework
and Pam getting her pre-school lessons ready.
Sunday for Bess was spent in delicious anticipation of the evening
ahead and the viewing of several porno-videos.
After dinner, with her family absorbed by a TV show, Pam headed across
the yards to Bess'.
Like before she felt a calmness descend on her as she approached the
back door. But tonight there was also an apprehension in her gut.
It was dusk and Pam hadn't even thought about taking her clothes off
outside, but now she was faced with that reality. It was fairly dark so
she wasn't too concerned. As before, she opened the door first. Then
she took off her shoes, bra and panties without exposing herself and
got ready to make the fast dash inside when she pulled her dress off.
Before she undid the buttons of her dress Bess appeared at the door.
Bess calmly took the bra and panties off of the hook and said, "Pam
hand me your dress and come in."
Pam pulled off the dress, handed it to Bess and made a jump for the
open door. But before she was inside Bess slammed the door shut in her
face. Pam heard the lock click shut. She was trapped outside...
exposed...
Pam panicked and immediately looked back at her own home and then the
other houses with lighted windows. She couldn't see any people. It was
getting darker, Pam knocked on the door and begged, "Please Bess, let
me in. Someone might see."
Bess stood at the door looking out the small window at her neighbor.
Then she calmly reached over and flipped the switch of the backyard
floodlights.
Pam was blinded by the glare and stood frozen momentarily. Then she
began pounding on the door.
Sitting at his kitchen window the sudden flash of lights caught Clyde
Odom's attention. He picked up his field glasses. "My, My, Mrs.
Henderson," he thought, "Maybe you should have stayed inside. But I'm
glad you didn't, you are a very attractive woman."
Bess let Pam pound on her back door for a few seconds then she opened
it. Pam burst inside breathing hard. Without giving Pam a chance to say
anything, Bess ordered, "Downstairs, Pam."
Bess looked at the clothes she held in her hand. Then she simply tossed
the clothes out the back door onto the far side of the patio and shut
the door. Smiling she followed Pam to the basement.
Once downstairs Bess said, "Start stretching Pam, we are going to have
a fast workout, but from now on more intense." Pam sat on the mat and
began stretching her legs and arms. Bess removed her own clothes and
squatted next to Pam. "You know I have been touching you a lot lately
when we work out Pam."
"Yes Bess, I like it. It feels good."
Bess reached out and cupped Pam's breast, "I like it too Pam."
Releasing Pam's tit Bess moved her hand down Pam's stomach and cupped
her vulva. Pam jumped. Bess smiled and going further ran a finger
between Pam's pouty pussy lips.
"You have never been a very sexual person, have you Pam?", Bess asked
while she continued to tease Pam's moist slit. "Keep stretching Pam,
don't worry about my hand."
"No, sex has never been that important to me. But in the last month...
well you know Bess... I've been doing things... you know... I like
it... I like you telling me... making me feel sexy... I think about it
a lot... being here is so different than being at home... Ummm... oh."
"Don't have an orgasm Pam," Bess said, withdrawing her hand from Pam's
groin and then cupping her breast once again. "Keep stretching Pam, you
have a work out to get through." Bess continued to stroke Pam's body.
When the stretching was over Pam went to a weight bench to begin her
work out. Bess stayed at her side. As Pam began to lift the weights
Bess stroked her. Again she let her fingers trail gently between Pam's
legs. "Keep working, Pam," said Bess as she used two fingers to gently
squeeze the engorged labia. As Pam shifted the fingers stroked back and
pushed between Pam's fleshy lower buttocks, spreading the crevice and
exposing Pam's puckered anal ring. Bess used a fingernail to gently
tickle the sphincter, then she moved her hand back to Pam's cunt and
continued teasing, pinching, pulling flesh, and partially inserting her
slender fingers. As Pam moved through her workout Bess kept it up.
There wasn't a part of Pam's body that wasn't touched caressed and
excited. Sweat poured off the housewife as she was kept in a very
deliberate sexual frenzy. Bess' fingers were "on her" or "in her" for
the entire one hour workout.
"Pam, while you are here I want you to only think about your body. How
it looks, how it feels. Your body is the center of your universe while
you are here. When you strip off your clothes outside, you are
stripping away everything in your life except your body and pleasing
me. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand."
"Good. Now I have a wonderful surprise."
Pam looked at Bess expectantly.
"Oh, I can see that the attention I have given you tonight has made you
eager. Well, do you remember what we did to your tits a few weeks ago?"
Pam immediately remembered the pain and a panicked look crossed her
face.
"Oh, don't worry pet. It will hurt but not like before. Those rubber
bands were just too tight, I'll use something else tonight. Besides I
have a very important reason to bind your tits tonight. Now lay on the
narrow bench like you did before."
Pam unsure and frightened, but completely under the influence of Bess,
did as she was told.
Pam lay on the narrow padded bench. Knowing what was expected, she
arranged her body so that her lovely big breasts straddled each side of
the bench and hung freely. Bess said, "Stay there and don't move, Pam."
Bess got out some of the purchases that she had made on Saturday. First
she moved the table to Pam's feet, then placed two boards that she had
bought between the end of the bench and the table top, creating an
inclined plane. She told Pam to move her legs up onto the boards. This
way Pam was fully supported and wouldn't have to hold herself up.
Tonight Bess needed her to be still for a few minutes and didn't want
her falling, like she had before.
Then she tied Pam's arms behind her back like she did when marching her
about to improve her posture. Using some additional soft cotton rope
Bess looped the rope around Pam's waist and tied her to the bench. The
house wife was immobilized. Once again the blood began to collect at
the lowest point, her conical dangling flesh.
Bess, smiling at her handiwork, sat at Pam's head and began stroking
the wonderful soft pillows that hung so enticingly. She milked the tits
from top to bottom expanding and tightening them. Finally after several
minutes of stoking she pulled out some soft elastic bands from the bag
of purchases. This elastic was designed to go in the leg cuffs or
sleeve cuffs of sweat pants or shirts. Unlike the heavy rubber bands,
this elastic was wider and did not have as much tension. Pam slipped a
circle of elastic around the now taught and sensitive hanging pontoon
of tit. This elastic would restrict the flow of blood, but not entirely
cut it off.
Bess bent over the helpless Pam and kissed her on the cheek, "You know,
Pam, we have been working to improve your body and make you more
attractive. I am going to fix a part of you that being a mother has
made ugly. Even Jake said something about it the other night at the
restaurant, when he saw you without your bra. You must not move at all
for the next 5 minutes or so."
Bess retrieved a small jar of dark liquid from her supplies and,
actually laying on the floor next to Pam, she carefully poured a small
amount of the liquid into to small glass bowls she had brought down
from the kitchen. With great care she placed each of the bowls directly
under each of Pam's hanging breasts. At the hardware store she had
bought various thicknesses of small blocks of wood. Bess, with slow
deliberation, began inserting these bits of wood under each of the
bowls. Raising them off of the floor. With each piece of wood the bowls
were raised closer to Pam's taut tit flesh and brown nipples. Like her
entire breast Pam's nipples were also engorged with blood and had
increased to a much larger diameter than usual. Instead of hard and
rock like, the offending areolas were smooth with no wrinkles. The
exact effect that Bess had hoped for.
Pam could detect a faint chemical smell, but unable to move, quietly
asked Bess what she was doing.
"Don't worry pet, this might sting a little, but I have been assured
that it won't hurt you. Relax, and when I'm done here I promise to make
you feel good."
Pam trusted her protector and trainer implicitly now. She gave up her
fears and concerns to Bess. It had become very easy for her to have her
mind let go of her concerns and let Bess take care of her.
Pam couldn't see exactly what was happening but began to feel a
tingling in her nipples that slowly became a mild burning sensation.
Her sensitive tips were soon immersed in the dark liquid in the bowls.
Bess was very careful that only Pam's nipple came in contact with the
fluid she had picked up at the carpet shop. Once satisfied that every
centimeter of areola was covered and that the pale white surrounding
flesh was not, Bess stood behind Pam and began stroking the delightful
round buttocks. She let her fingers explore the deep crack and find
their way to Pam's asshole and pouty vulva.
"Don't move Pam, just enjoy the sensations. I'm going to keep you here
for a few minutes."
The manipulations of her cunt and asshole by Bess soon made Pam forget
the increasing throb in her nipples. Pam gave herself over to the
delightful ministrations of Bess' gentle fingering. Staying completely
still became more difficult for the bound and helpless housewife. So
she closed her eyes and let her mind wander. Of course her mind now
usually daydreamed about her body and being filled by hard cocks.
Bess kept Pam in this position for almost 10 minutes. By this time the
burning sensation on her tender nipples could not be ignored. Finally
Bess withdrew her wet fingers from Pam's cunt and said, "Just a minute
more and I'll let you up."
Bess sat on the floor and carefully moved the bowls from Pam's
distended tits. Then with a soft cotton cloth she slowly and carefully
wiped the nipples dry. Bess enjoyed touching the tight flesh so much
that she gently ran her hands over the wonderful appendages for a few
moments. She was rewarded with a shiver that ran through Pam's entire
body.
Bess quickly untied Pam from the bench and lowered the boards that kept
the housewife's legs raised. Finally, with the elastic still in place
at the base of Pam's tits, Bess grabbed the straps that held the arms
tied behind Pam's back and lifted her to her feet. Now standing Pam had
her shoulders pulled back, forcing her chest out, and the elastic at
the base of her breasts that forced the tit flesh itself to stand up
and out. The engorged tits had expanded significantly from the blood
that had been forced into them.
Bess made sure that Pam was steady on her feet and then she spun her
possession around so that the two women were facing each other.
Bess' eyes widened and then a broad smile broke out...
The workers at the carpet store had told her that the carpet dye she
had purchased would stain anything permanently. The worker even showed
Bess his splotchy hands where dye had come in contact with his skin
over the years. He said it would come off eventually, but if you didn't
wipe the dye off right away, that the dye would absorb to the deepest
layer of skin. Only the body replacing all the colored skin would
eventually get rid of the color. And that process took months. The
workers also said that the chemicals in the dye would make the skin a
bit tender. The workers warned Bess not to let any of the dye get on
her skin or clothes.
When she had taken the tightly sealed jar of red liquid after being
mixed in the shop, Bess had promised the workers that she would be
careful when covering the stain she claimed was on her carpet. The
workers had wanted to come to the house and do the work themselves,
saying that it should be done by a professional carpet restorer. But
Bess had assured them that she could handle the two little spots she
needed colored, all by herself.
As Pam's chest came into view, Bess hoped that 10 minutes had been
enough time for the dye to be absorbed to the deepest epidermal levels.
"Two dark red spotlights," was the first though Bess had when she
looked at Pam. Pam's arms bound behind her, tits expanded and jutting
up and out, elastic at their base making them bulge and turning them a
soft shade of pink. Topped by blood red nipples that were like small
saucers, and begged to be rubbed. Bess reached up with her hand and
tentatively ran her finger tip across one of her new toys. Just that
touch, a simple contact of skin to skin caused Pam's knees to buckle
and a small orgasm to tighten her stomach. Pam bit her lip and moaned
softly. Regaining her leg strength, Pam stood straight again.
"Such a beautiful red now Pam," Bess said as she gently touched the
other nipple. Bess groaned again and felt another mild orgasm sweep
through her. This time fluid from her pussy began to collect in her
pubic hair.
"My goodness, Pam," said Bess and stroked both nipples at the same
time. Pam groaned and whimpered, her legs became rubbery. Bess caught
her and lowered her to the floor. Laying on her back arms pinned under
her, Pam's tits stood straight up like giant cones of ice cream with a
cherry on top.
Bess had worried that the chemical dye might de-sensitize Pam's
nipples, but it appeared that the chemical had somehow made the
delicate nerves in Pam's areolas more sensitive.
As Pam's orgasm subsided Bess looked down at her "possession", and
said, "Having new sensations my pet? We are going to have a lot of fun
with your body. I hope that you will be able to stand the stimulation.
I guess it doesn't take much to get you off anymore, Pam."
"How do your tits feel, Pam? They have been bound for almost 30
minutes."
Pam shook her shoulders gently as if to test. She couldn't touch them
herself with her arms bound behind her. The shake set up an erotic
swing to and fro of her breasts. She thought for a moment as if trying
to analyze the feeling. "They ache and feel full and huge, but they are
not as painful as they were when you used those tight rubber bands.
Bess smiled as Pam referred to her own breasts in the third person. She
hoped that Pam would be able to disassociate herself from her tits, ass
and cunt. That would make the future more enjoyable for both of them
(Bess and Pam) and both of them (those marvelous breasts that begged
for attention). Bess led Pam upstairs to the shower. Watching Pam's red
tipped balloons move enticingly as she climbed the stairs, Bess knew
that they would look wonderful under the sheer white blouse she had
bought for Pam. The deep red of the nipple would certainly attract men
when she and Pam when out. "No more bras for Pam," Bess thought with a
smile.
Acquisition 11/38 (BDSM, NC, WS, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter
Pam and Bess walked up the stairs. Pam was surprised when Bess steered
her towards her own room rather than the master bedroom with the shower.
"Pam, we still have a little time before you need to get back and I can
tell that you are on edge. Lets spend a little time in your room
with 'Mr. Friendly'. We will have enough time to shower in a while."
Bess stopped Pam at the door and untied the housewife's arms. Bess left
the elastic cords on the pink, red tipped breasts. Pam shrugged her
shoulders in a stretching movement to get blood flowing into her arms.
Then she caught her own reflection in the mirror over the vanity. What
a sight, tits expanded and bouncing gently from her movement. While
Bess retrieved the dildo harness, (it was now kept in a dresser drawer
in Pam's room) Pam admired her tits in the mirror. She cupped her hands
under the expanded and taut skin. Careful not to touch her nipples lest
she be wracked by another orgasm, Pam turned and looked at herself from
every direction, actually posing. "Amazing," she thought to
herself, "Who is that creature in the mirror?"
Bess unscrewed the smaller dildo from the inside of the belt. She had
another use for it tonight, besides she would use it later on herself,
after Pam had gone home. Tonight she wanted to keep Pam learning new
things. From now on the time spent with Pam in her house would be non-
stop sexual.
She placed the 6 inch dildo on the floor and also the jar of dye she
had brought with her from the basement. Bess told Pam to get on the
bed. As Pam laid down on her back she continued to run her hands over
her tits. She just loved the feel of them and was lost in her own
little world of experiencing the sensations of her body. Bess stepped
to the vanity and quickly picked up a Q-tip and a small pair of
scissors. The scissors were ones that Pam had brought over to cut off
the split ends from her shoulder length hair.
Bess was ready, after tonight the only "improvement" left to be made in
Pam would be her hair color. Pam didn't know it yet but her daughters
were going to help with that change. Bess had a plan for the end of the
week when Bill was on his business trip.
Bess secured the harness around her waist and gently rubbed some KY
jelly down the length of the dildo. Bess was always very careful to
heavily lubricate the rubber cock so it would always enter her
neighbor's pussy easily. Bess wanted Pam to enjoy the sensations that
accompanied the hard tube entering her body. Essentially, Bess was
training Pam to look forward to being impaled by a phallus.
Pam smiled up at Bess, saw the dildo jutting out from her slender
friends groin and eagerly spread her legs. Her tits were so sensitive
that Pam was already well on her way toward an orgasm.
Bess knelt on the bed between Pam's outstretched thighs. Grabbing Pam's
buttocks, Bess easily lifted her and pulled Pam onto 'Mr. Friendly'.
Pam gave a contented sigh and began squeeze her cunt muscles in time
with the slow, steady thrusts of Bess' hips. In just a few moments Pam
groaned in ecstasy as her first orgasm hit. Bess smiled and continued
to drive her groin into the housewife. Pam quickly recovered and,
wanting more, locked her legs around the slim hips of the athlete.
Under this nonstop assault Pam immediately began building towards
another climax. This one would be much larger than before. Pam's
fingers were now stroking her own red, expanded nipples that were so
prominent and sensitive.
Bess reached down and retrieved the 6 inch rubber phallus that she
usually had wedged into her own body. "Pam," Bess hissed, "put this in
your mouth and suck on it while I fuck you to another orgasm."
Pam didn't really understand what Bess was saying, but with her
impending orgasm she was mouth breathing and was slack jawed. Bess
simply placed the realistic flesh colored dildo head between Pam's lips
and ordered her to suck with her mouth. And Pam did.
Bess could feel Pam's orgasm beginning, so she guided Pam's hands onto
the cock in her mouth. She thrust hard three more times into the
moaning housewife, taking her over the edge. Then Bess slipped down
Pam's body so she was staring into the wet open gash. Her harness
mounted cock had just slipped out of Pam and Bess could look deep into
Pam's cunt. The pussy in front of her eyes was wide open and quivering
in orgasm. Copious amounts of fluid ran from Pam's cunt into the crack
of her ass. Pam was involuntarily tilting her pelvis as if fucking an
invisible lover.
Bess reached down, popped the lid off of the red dye, and quickly
dipped the Q-tip into the chemical. Using her other hand, Bess reached
up and pulled both the elastic bands from Pam's red and expanded tits.
With the pressure released Pam moaned in a combination of pain and
pleasure. She held the rubber cock in her sucking mouth with one hand
while she used her other hand to rub her now unencumbered breasts.
Bess used the fingers on her right hand to spread back Pam's already
open labia. She placed her thumb on the fleshy hood of Pam's clit and
pulled the little foreskin back. Then, very carefully, she touched the
nub of Pam's engorged and prominent clit with the dye covered Q-tip.
The orgasm that Pam had just experienced coupled with the pain and
pleasure of the tit torture, had Pam writhing on the bed
uncontrollably. It took all of Bess' considerable strength to hold the
housewife's thighs apart and carefully apply the dye to Pam's most
sensitive organ.
Bess dropped the Q-tip back into the jar and gently blew on the exposed
and now blood red bud of Pam's sex. She held Pam for several minutes.
Then, when she was sure that the dye wouldn't run, she told Pam that
she could spit out the dildo. Then Bess told her to play with her now
normal sized tits while Bess did a little cleanup.
Pam wasn't sure what Bess had done to her "down there", but the
sensations in her lower body were unlike anything she had felt before
and happily complied with Bess' orders. She actually wanted to jam a
finger into her pussy but satisfied herself with squeezing her tits and
gently pinching her nipples. They had returned to their normal size and
had even gotten hard, but of course they were still dark red.
Bess picked up the little pair of scissors and began to trim Pam's
pubic hair. She didn't want to de-nude Pam's bush, but to clean away
the hair that hid her labia and the now red and sensitive clit. Like
her nipples, Bess wanted to be able to display Pam's sex organs to
whomever she chose. She wanted to make Pam's cunt an open invitation.
And, by doing so, attract men whom she could enjoy herself.
Bess trimmed back the long hair around Pam's wet pussy and cleared a
little circle at the top of Pam's slit around her now easily seen clit.
The remainder of the pubic hair Bess left alone, but made a mental note
to tell Pam to trim herself a little neater from now on.
Rocking back onto her knees, Bess studied her handiwork. "Very nice
Pam, cleaning up your pussy will make it a lot easier for 'Mr.
Friendly' and anything or anybody else to find their way in."
Pam didn't understand the reference, but smiled in post-coital
happiness at her friend. The tingling of the dye was masked by the
manipulation and orgasm of the last few minutes.
Bess laid back down next to Pam and held her gently for a few
minutes. "You're so sexy, my pet," said Bess as she stroked Pam's body.
"Doesn't Bill go out of town soon, Pam?"
"Yes he will be gone Thursday, Friday and Saturday."
"Well, I know that you will stay with the girls on Thursday night since
it is a school night. But why don't we have a slumber party on Friday
at your house? Have each of the girls invite a friend over to spend the
night and I'll come and keep you company. Then, on Saturday, you can
get a sitter and we can have a 'girls night out'. Maybe another nice
dinner."
Pam liked the sound of Bess' plan and readily agreed.
"Let's go get our shower," Bess said in a mater-of-fact tone. "You got
so wet tonight Pam. We will need to really wash you well."
The two women walked hand-in-hand to the shower in the master bedroom.
As she walked, Pam dropped one of her hands to her crotch. She couldn't
understand why she still felt so tingly between her legs. Usually after
a session with Bess she was contented, relaxed and mellow. But tonight,
for some reason, she was still on edge. Maybe the shower would relax
her.
Bess was careful to wash Pam's cunt very carefully with the wash cloth.
She wanted to make sure that the residue of the dye was washed away.
She wanted Pam sensitive and the clit to be obvious to anyone looking
at Pam's open sex glands, but didn't want the chemicals to damage the
delicate sexual tissue. It must have worked, because the wash cloth
made Pam double over in a mini-orgasm when it rubbed against her cunt.
But once Pam's pussy was washed the unsettled look of a person with an
itch disappeared from her face.
Once the shower was over, Bess dressed and told the naked Pam that she
had bought her some gifts. Pam jumped up and down like a little school
girl asking Bess in a pubescent squealing voice, "What did you get me?"
and, "Where are my presents?"
"Why, hanging in your closet, my pet, but we will look at them
tomorrow. You need to go home now."
Pam was crestfallen; she wanted to see her presents now. But she knew
better than to question Bess.
Bess smiled. Teasing Pam was really getting to be lots of fun. And
there we so many ways to tease her.
Only when Pam was back downstairs ready to go home did she once again
begin to think about her family. She really was becoming two different
people, depending on which of "her" houses she was in.
At the back door Pam looked for her clothes. The floodlights were still
on in the backyard and Pam saw her things in a ball on the far side of
the patio.
Pam looked at Bess with a small tear in her eye. "Can I turn off the
lights, Bess?"
"Of course not, Pam. This will help you run faster. I'm sure you can
pick up your clothes on the run and make it to the dark shadows of your
yard before anyone notices. You'll just have to move that ass of yours.
We still have an inch or so to slim off of it, you know!" Bess slapped
Pam's fleshy ass cheek hard enough to leave a faint imprint on the
white skin.
Pam looked nervously out the door as Bess opened it. She would be
completely illuminated as she crossed Bess' yard. Should she stop and
put on her dress as soon as she picked it up, or should she continue
running until she made it to the darkness of her own yard?. She decided
to do the latter. She thanked God that she hadn't turned on her own
backyard lights when she left this evening.
Screwing up her courage, she dashed out the door, covering the distance
to her clothes in 7 fast steps. She scooped up her clothes and
continued running into her own yard. Pam was all the way to the wall of
her house before she stopped. Deep in the shadows she pulled on her
dress and shoes. She stuck her undergarments in a pocket and stood
silently in the dark trying to catch her breath.
Clyde Odom had not moved for over 2 hours. He was rewarded again for
his vigilance. The sight of Mrs. Pam Henderson running, tits bouncing,
was more than he had hoped for. When she bent over on the edge of the
patio he had gotten a great view of her heart shaped ass pointing right
at him. He decided right then that from now on his Gin Rummy Club would
be held at his kitchen table. He knew that Harry and Ralph would enjoy
the show his naked neighbor was putting on. The Rummy Club didn't
usually meet at his house, mostly because his two old buddies couldn't
stand his bitching wife. But he knew when they heard about Mrs.
Henderson that they would be willing to put up with his harpy of a
wife. Clyde had an another idea. It was getting pretty warm since
summer was approaching. Maybe he should get out the old picnic table
and put it up on the property line closest to the Henderson's. He and
his buddies could always play cards there, and be away from his nagging
wife at the same time. Plus they would be a lot closer to the action.
Bess watched until Pam disappeared into the shadows. Then she went
upstairs to find that dildo. Playing with Pam was hard sexy work and
she was very ready for her own release.
Pam stood motionless in the shadows. She was surprised that her pussy
still felt engorged. Maybe running naked across the yards had caused
it. Finally, when her breathing had returned to normal she entered her
house to see her family. The kitchen was empty so she scratched her
crotch for a second before entering the living room. Scratching herself
made her shiver. She tried to ignore the constant throb as she greeted
her family who still watching TV. Pam was already thinking ahead to
Friday. She needed to see if the girls wanted to have some friends over
for a slumber party.
