Acquisition 32/38 (BDSM, NC, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter

Pam and Bess escaped the shoe store, leaving poor Lance breathing hard and struggling to get his prick back into his pants. Bess simply picked up the last pair of shoes Pam had tried on and carried them out of the store. As she waved at a flustered Lance, indicating that she was simply taking the shoes with her, she turned to look at a flushed Pam who was hurrying away from her embarrassment as quickly as possible. Bess laughed out loud when she noticed that Pam's short skirt was still creased and bunched at the back because of sliding down and sitting on it when Lance fingered her. The twin bottom halves of her ass were still exposed as the housewife hurried down the mall corridor. Pam was so flustered that she didn't realize her exposure. Several men gawked at her but Pam was oblivious and only wanted to get away.

Bess laughed again, loudly. The laughter finally made Pam stop and wait for her owner to catch up.

"Miss Bess, what is so funny?"

Bess didn't want to let Pam in on the secret of her inadvertent flashing. She rather enjoyed Pam unknowingly "mooning" the entire mall. As an excuse Bess replied happily "See Pet, a two minute blow job and you have yourself a..." Bess checked the tag on the high heeled shoes,"...a... $59 pair of sexy shoes. Not bad for playing with a handsome man. And letting him play with you! I think you rather enjoyed it, anyway."

Pam didn't reply but hung her head and continued hurrying out of the mall. Her jiggling ass flesh attracted comments and stares all the way down the long, store-lined hallway.

Once back at Bess', with the dress and shoes put away in 'Pam's room', the two women stripped and had time for a workout prior to picking up Pam's kids from school. During the workout Bess made sure to rub her hairy pussy on Pam's legs and arms. She also kept her ass and crotch in Pam's face as much as possible. Of course this activity was disguised as helping Pam with exercise form or adding weight to the equipment. But by the time the one-hour workout was over, Pam had spent the majority of the time with the pungent odor of Bess' cunt in her face.

The women showered together. Bess made extra efforts to stroke and excite Pam as they soaped, rinsed and dried each other. Finally, looking at the clock and seeing that there was still almost an hour before they had to pick up the girls, Bess flopped back on her bed and called the now horny housewife to come and sit with her. Pam hung up the towel she was using to dry her hair and settled onto the bed next to her owner. Bess shifted her position and spread her legs widely.

"Pet, you look beautiful because of me. I know that you are happy and fulfilled. I have taken the time to teach you to be very sexy. In short, you owe everything to me. We give each other a lot of pleasure with 'Mr. Friendly', but I want more from you and frankly, you owe me. But most important, you want to please me- don't you, Pet?"

Not knowing where the one-sided conversation was going, the housewife eagerly responded, "Yes Miss Bess, I want to please you. What can I do?"

Not wanting push Pam too fast, Bess said, "Please get the dildo and I'll show you."

Pam bounded off the bed and ran to her room. Bess enjoyed watching the big red tipped tits bounce as her neighbor ran. Bess frowned as Pam re-entered the room. "Her nipples are fading or at least getting darker. I'll need to give her another dye job," Bess thought, "Maybe I can expand on it this time." This thought made Bess smile. Pam was back moments later holding the rubber cock almost reverently and she smiled happily back at the grinning and plotting Bess. Pam also carried the tube of lubricant.

The housewife sat back on the bed, this time between Bess' outstretched legs. Bess had shifted her position, making between her legs the only place Pam could sit. "You won't need the K-Y Jelly Pet, I have something else in mind."

Pam looked quizzically at the smiling younger woman, Bess was always very careful to heavily lube the dildo or anything else the two women stuck in their cunts or assholes.

"I don't understand, Miss Bess."

"I want you to moisten the dildo with your mouth, Pet, then gently use it on me."

Pam smiled, she had the chance to give Bess an orgasm with 'Mr. Friendly', and that always made her feel like she was giving something to her neighbor.

Pam took the tip of the rubber cock into her mouth and made sure to cover it well with her saliva.

"You like sucking cock, don't you Pet"

"Ummm"

"Yes, you're a natural cock sucker Pet. Did Lance at the shoe store have good tasting cum?"

"Ummmm"

"Yeah a young virile boy like that, I'll bet a cock sucking slut like you would like to drink cum all day wouldn't you."

Pam was squirming on the bed now as Bess' name calling caused her to close her eyes and think about the salty taste of the jism she had swallowed earlier in the day.

Pam pulled the dildo from her mouth and hissed, "God yesssss, I love to suck cock, I wish I had one right now to suck and make squirt."

Bess laughed, "I'll bet you do Pet. But right now I want you to use your hand to gently open my pussy and slowly slip the dildo into me. After all, I deserve some fun too."

Pam leaned down, her face only a foot from Bess' groin and brushed the heavy public hair away from her neighbor's skinny slit.

"You know how little I am Pet, be gentle."

"Yes, Miss Bess."

Pam gently separated the tight, thin labia and located the small opening of her neighbor's vagina. Placing the spit moistened rounded end of "Mr. Friendly" on the exposed pink flesh Pam pressured the blunt end into the opening a fraction of an inch."

"AHHHH," Bess moaned. "That's it, go nice and slow Pet."

After a few minutes of gentle pressure Pam had worked about three inches of rubber into Bess.

"Pet the sides of the dildo feel a little dry, lick around the sides to wet it more."

Pam leaned forward and realized that her tongue would probably come in contact with Bess' pussy as she licked the sides of the dildo. The housewife stopped. She had told Bess how she felt about this, she wasn't a lesbian after all.

"Pet, you owe me, now lick the dildo."

Still no reaction from the hesitant Pam.

"Do it now, OR ELSE!"

Bess' tone broke Pam's reservation and wanting to comply with her owner's wishes the housewife leaned forward and began to run her small pink tongue around the cylinder. She tried to avoid touching Bess's pussy but occasionally her tongue touched the ring of labia that clung to the sides of the rubber. Bess rocked her pelvis in mock sexual pleasure and managed to push her hairy vulva against Pam's face.

"OHH, that's nice Pet. Do that some more."

Now Pam's nose was buried in the skinny athlete's pubic hair. She tried to keep her tongue on the dildo but Bess reached down and grabbed Pam's head, humping her groin into the housewife's face.

"See Pet, don't I taste good? This really gives me pleasure, keep licking."

Pam was mortified at the position that Bess had manipulated her into once again, but here she was with her face buried between a woman's legs and this was what Bess wanted. She tried to lick only the dildo but pussy flesh enveloped her face. Plus her own cunt was wet and the stimulation of the day had her on the edge.

Bess used one hand to hold Pam's head against her groin. With her other hand she reached between her legs and with some effort managed to pull the dildo out and past Pam's head. Then she forced the dyed blonde head back between her legs and squeezed her thighs, imprisoning the pretty face of the wife and mother in her pubic hair.

"Lick me Pet." Pam tried to pull back. Bess squeezed her strong legs harder, "You owe me. Do what I tell you. EAT ME YOU SLUT!"

Pam gave up and allowed her face to smash against Bess' cunt. She tentatively licked the soft flesh.

"That's right Pet, eating pussy is even easier that sucking cock. Now stick that tongue in me as deep as you can. I want to feel you licking my insides."

Over the next 10 minutes the completely surrendered housewife learned how, where and when to suck, nibble, lick and eat the cunt that at this moment was the only thing she could see or feel. But she learned her lesson well and was rewarded with the tangy taste of female ejaculate and a face covered with the shiny juices of the person she had given herself to, body and soul.

Pam now knew that whenever Bess asked, she would open her legs, mouth and body to whomever Bess wanted. And the knowledge that she was so controlled, owned made her feel complete and safe. She was free to be a receptacle to whomever Bess wanted. Not only a receptacle of cum and sex play, but of slavish devotion and total control.

The remainder of the week went routinely for Pam, if you could call letting three old men masturbate over your naked body while lying on a concrete patio, and eating Bess' pussy until your jaw was aching as routine. But of course for Pam this was her routine. She was a plaything for Bess. She had gotten good at thrusting her tongue into Bess' sex channel and sucking the nub of a clit between her lips. Bess absolutely lost control and went over the edge when she had her Pet quickly flick her tongue over her clit, then lick in broad stokes the length of her pussy, while ordering Pam to insert a finger deep into her asshole.

The Ben Wa balls and anal plug had also reappeared and Pam enjoyed the feeling of fullness and the non stop stimulation they provided 24 hours a day. Pam had resorted to getting up during the night and playing with herself in the bathroom, then masturbating again after her family had left in the morning. Pam even found herself absent-mindedly rubbing her crotch and breasts as she drove around town during the day. Thoughts of sex were her constant companion now.

The basement exercise workouts continued and Bess even savagely fucked Pam in her private room with the strap-on cock one afternoon. It seems the more brutal Bess was ramming the dildo into the helpless housewife the more she responded.

Bess arranged an overnight sitter for the girls. And the two neighbors made plans for a 'girls night out' on the evening Bill would be on his business trip.

The morning of his trip Bill kissed Pam goodbye, suitcase in hand. He would be leaving directly from his office after lunch and not return for two days. Bess had arranged for the sitter to pick up Pam's girls after school and stay with them until the next afternoon. Pam checked the refrigerator one last time. She made sure that all of the food that Bess had ordered her to have for the girls was there. She left the house and went to work. After work she knew that she was to report immediately to Bess' house to "prepare for the evening", as Bess called it.

*****

Pam rushed home from school. After dropping her school bag, she immediately ran across the yards to Bess' house. She didn't need to take any personal items with her. She had a set of hygiene products in Bess' spare bath and of course plenty of clothes. However, the clothes at Bess' were not at all like the ones in the closet she shared with her husband.

She knew that Bess had something special planned for the evening and she couldn't wait to get dressed in her new gown and shoes. She loved the idea of transforming herself into the beautiful elegant woman that Bess had helped her become. Not the mundane, boring housewife, mother and teacher the rest of the world saw in her. Her stomach was fluttering excitedly at the prospect of a "night out" with Bess.

The ever present Mr. Odom was standing in his own backyard and scurried over to the fenced enclosure when he saw Pam literally skipping across the grass.

"Hello, Mrs. Henderson," he called out, "What's going on today?"

"Miss Bess and I have plans today, Mr. Odom."

"I'll bet you do. I saw your husband leave this morning with a suitcase. Will he be out of town long?" Pam didn't respond. Odom continued, "If he just knew how his wife behaved while he was away... but I guess what he doesn't know won't hurt him, huh?"

Pam felt a small stab of guilt. She had been deceiving Bill so much lately. But the guilt was replaced by anger at Mr. Odom. "Don't you have anything better to do than spy on people?" Pam responded with a flash of fire in her voice.

Odom didn't answer right away. He simply gave Pam an evil smile and watched as she began to unbutton her dress. "She looks beautiful with her face flushed," he thought to himself.

"Someday you will thank me, Mrs. Henderson. Not only for keeping your secret, but for being an observant neighbor."

The dress was on the hook and Odom's eyes sparkled in anticipation as Pam reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. She had found that she couldn't go without underclothes at school and Bess had relented and allowed her to start wearing panties and a bra to school. Being naked under her dresses just wasn't practical when working with preschoolers, with their little hands always grabbing at you. But of course with the Ben Wa balls and butt plug in place, Pam still had constant sexual stimulation even when she worked.

Pam huffed as her tits were exposed to the gawking gray-haired pervert.

"Where are your fellow dirty old men, Mr. Odom? Have they gotten bored looking at me naked?"

"We never get tired of looking or playing, Mrs. Henderson. They are both busy today at a civil service retirement luncheon. They both worked for the city, you know. But they will be here tomorrow. I hope Bess lets us play some cards tomorrow, maybe you would be willing to sweeten the pot?" Under his breath, Odom made an additional silly comment about her 'sweet honey pot'. Pam let the comment pass and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties.

"Well, go ahead and get your jollys now, Mr. Odom. I think I'll be busy tomorrow." With a flourish, the housewife pushed her panties to her feet.

Odom enjoyed the way her breasts hung and swung as she bent, as much as seeing her neatly trimmed bush come into view. The sight of this luscious housewife never failed to stir his wizened prick. He smiled to himself. Life was funny, standing outside looking at this beautiful naked woman was a whole lot better than sitting inside listening to his hag of a wife bitch at him. Odom sighed. Mrs. Henderson didn't realize that she had become the most important thing in his boring life. Despite the way they gave each other a hard time, Odom would not ever jeopardize these opportunities to enjoy looking, touching and being with the housewife. Whatever her reason for doing this, she was the most exciting person in Clyde's life. He would take care of Pam as best he could. He didn't want to spend the rest of his days until he died having the harpy that lived with him as his only female companionship.

The back door banged open as Pam and Odom stared hard at each other. Odom smiling wickedly and Pam, hands on her hips, looked back defiantly, even as she thrust her tits towards the old man.

"Pet, get in here, we have work to do." Turning to Mr. Odom, Bess said, "Sorry Clyde, no time for fun and games today. Maybe sometime later this weekend." Pam gave Clyde a satisfied smile as if to say, "See, my Miss Bess will put you in your place." Then she flounced up the stairs giving the old man a view of her exaggerated ass swing.

As the two women disappeared inside, Clyde thought to himself, "That's OK, Mrs. Henderson. I don't mind you acting smug, as long as you keep giving me great ass shots like that."

Inside the house, Bess said, "Well Pet, we have a lot of work to do before we go out tonight. First let's head to your room; I have some sewing that I want you to do. Then a good hot bath before we go to the beauty salon for a nice makeover."

The two women walked up the stairs. Bess first, clothed in shorts and tee-shirt, with the naked housewife following like a little puppy, the Ben Wa balls rolling easily in her now greasy cunt. Stripping in front of that nasty old man always made her wet, although Pam didn't really understand why.

Bess had Pam's new evening dress laid out on the bed along with scissors, a box of straight pins, sewing needle and a small spool of thread that matched the dress. Pointing to the items, Bess spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. "We need to make just a few alterations to your dress, Pet. I'll show you where, then you- you're so talented with little domestic chores like this- you can do the sewing."

Pam gulped, she thought that the dress had looked beautiful on her in the store, but she knew better than to argue. She simply responded, "Yes, Miss Bess."

Bess quickly placed pins on the neckline and back of the dress. Then she took the scissors and, finding the slit in the side of the dress, proceeded to extend the opening. It seemed to Pam that Bess had made a rather long cut, but without trying it on there would be no way to tell. In the store, the ankle-length dress had opened to just below the knee. The cut that Bess had made would open the side of the dress to at least mid-thigh, maybe higher. Pam gulped again.

"Pet, you make the necessary cuts to move the neck and back line to where I placed the pins. Then hem the rough edges. Don't forget the leg opening I just cut as well. I want you to do a good job. After all, I don't want to be seen in public with you if you have any loose threads hanging."

Bess left the room, saying, "I'll be back in a few minutes. I have an errand to run." As Pam worked on the dress, she heard Bess' car start, then pull out of the driveway. Pam worked intently and was soon engrossed in sewing the silky material. She had to be careful, working with this fine silk material was not like sewing the girls' cotton dresses or patching Bill's work pants.

She was just finishing up the dress when she heard Bess' car return. "Damn," Pam thought to herself, "I had hoped to try on the dress before Bess got back." She had the feeling that Bess wouldn't let her put on the dress until it was too late to make any further alterations. She was unsure how the neckline would look on her without adjusting the spaghetti thin shoulder straps.

"Pet, Pet," Bess called from downstairs, "Come down to the basement. I have something I want to do and I don't want to chance making a mess upstairs."

Pam laid the dress on the bed and headed down. She found Bess waiting in the basement with a small bag.

"Pet, lay back on the weight lifting bench. I need to touch you up."

Pam immediately complied, but asked, "What do you mean 'touch me up', Miss Bess?"

"I noticed that your nipples were getting a little dark. I thought that the dye would last longer, but maybe your tits have just been getting too much of a workout lately." Bess laughed at her own joke and Pam blushed. "Anyway, I don't want them to become the ugly brown like they used to be. You like your pretty red nipples, don't you?"

"Yes, Miss Bess."

"God! I'm getting sick of 'Yes Miss Bess, Yes Miss Bess'," an exasperated Bess griped, "Why don't you get creative, say something like 'please Miss Bess make my nipples big and red so everyone can enjoy them'."

"Yes, Miss Bess..."

"You stupid cunt, all you are good for is to follow orders and look like a sex toy. I own you Pet, but for God's sake, make it a little interesting for me!"

Bess' tirade had reduced Pam to tears. "I'm sorry... I try to do everything you want...I...I..."

Bess stood over the naked quivering flesh and felt a moment of sympathy for her neighbor. She placed her arm around Pam's sobbing shoulders. "That's all right, Pet. I need to remember that you really aren't capable of doing much unless I instruct you. I just get tired sometimes, having to think for both of us. Stop crying, I love you Pet. Just lay back and let me make you even more beautiful."

The tears stopped and Pam smiled lovingly at Bess as she laid back, opening her body to her younger neighbor.

Bess smiled back reassuringly and thought, "Jesus, it's like the more I take control the dumber she gets. Well, I guess I'll make her a fucking idiot then." Bess laughed out loud at her own joke, "A fucking idiot," she mused. To reassure Pam, she said in a calm but authoritative voice, "There now Pet, you just do as I ask and everything will be all right. I'll take care of you like always. You just keep making me happy."

"Yes, Miss Bess."

Bess rolled her eyes. She had to remind herself that Pam was her creation. Bess also realized that part of her short fuse was probably anxiety about the night that she had planned for the two of them.

Bess took out the jar of carpet dye that she had used on Pam before and a small art paint brush. She leaned over Pam and carefully applied the bright red dye to Pam's nipples.

"I thought this would be better than the nipple dip I did last time. Just don't move or wiggle your boobs; the dye has to stay there for a few minutes."

"Miss Bess, it burns something awful."

"Don't you dare move, Pet, or we will stay home tonight and I'll spend the evening paddling your ass so hard you won't be able to sit for a week."

Pam gritted her teeth against the burning on her tits. "God," she thought to herself, "this is torture." It was a form a torture, and like most of the torture Pam had endured recently she couldn't understand why the pain on her nipples caused her pussy to get wet.

Bess knelt down between Pam's legs and ran a finger up and down Pam's slick slit.

She grinned across the naked body at the grimacing housewife. "Wet already, Pet? You're such a slut." Bess slipped a finger into Pam and was rewarded by the housewife's little stiff red bud peeking out from behind it's hood.

"AHH, there you are," Bess exclaimed as she gently touch the dye covered brush to the nub of nerves.

Pam cried out in burning pain.

Bess shushed her and reminded her not to move. Bess withdrew her finger from the wet, warm orifice. That was one of the things she loved most about Pam. Her pussy was a little piece of heaven on earth; it felt like wet velvet when it wrapped itself around a finger or a tongue or a cock.

Well, now that Pam had a "touch-up paint-job" Bess decided to see if her ideas for improvement would work. She reached into her bag and produced a second bottle of carpet dye. This one was a pink color. Pam's skin was so pale that her beautiful pussy was not very prominent. When the labia were engorged with blood, they turned pink and beautiful. Bess liked the look of them that way, so she thought that they should look like that all of the time. Plus, anyone venturing between Pam's legs would appreciate a nice visible target.

Bess opened the jar and with a clean art brush leaned again between the quietly crying housewife's outstretched legs.

"Just a minute more, Pet."

Bess very carefully began to stroke the pink liquid onto Pam's fleshy outer cunt lips. "Oh, this will look wonderful," Bess said to no one in particular.

When she was done, she had carefully applied the soft pink dye to the rounded external labia majora lips that surrounded Pam's pussy. The look was not garish or slutty; it looked like a pussy that was excited, warm, inviting and would be wonderful for anyone to enjoy. Pam's pussy was an invitation saying, "Come and enjoy me and all of the wonderful secrets that I have deep inside."

Pam continued to squirm as the dye burned itself into her sensitive tissue but, following directions, she didn't move. After a few minutes of allowing the dye to penetrate deep into Pam's tissue, Bess carefully blotted the dye from her nipples, clit and labia. Standing Pam up, she hugged her and said, "It's over, Pet, now you will look as beautiful naked as clothed. Let's go shower, then we are off to the beauty salon. I know how much you like to be pampered getting your hair and face done. As the women started up to the shower Bess noted with satisfaction that Pam was already rubbing her hand absentmindedly across her nipples. "That dye really gives her an itch," Bess thought, "I'll bet she will be rubbing her cunt constantly for the next three weeks."

The women showered and shaved their legs. Bess helped Pam trim her pussy hair since the housewife had gotten a little stubbly in the past week. Feeling a little devilish, Bess trimmed the neat triangle of cunt hair into a narrow strip above Pam's slit. Pam's pussy was now cut in the style of models who wore the most revealing of thong bikinis. It looked great with the soft pink, slightly puffy pussy lips and hint of the dark red bud clit peeking out at the top of the slit. "Shit, that damn pussy is so beautiful it makes 'me' want to eat it," Bess mused to herself.

Bess had Pam dress in a comfortable tee shirt and shorts, and then they were off to the salon for their beauty treatment.

The women luxuriated in the pampering they received. Naturally, Bess took charge of Pam's makeover. The dark roots that had begun to show at Pam's scalp were colored and the blonde hair became a golden honey color that looked rich and classy. Once again, both women were given manicures and pedicures. Bess used a natural color on her nails, and of course, all Pam's nails were colored a deep red with long extensions glued on her fingernails.

The make-up for Bess was well done, highlighting her strong cheekbones and giving her skin a healthy glow. Pam was once again heavily made up, deep red lipstick, splash of color on her cheeks and eyes that became deep and smoldering. Pam wasn't made to look cheap, just incredibly sensual.

All of this pampering had allowed both women to relax, Pam even fell asleep at one pint as the hairdresser's hot comb did its magic.

Finally, they were finished. Both women felt a bit self-conscious leaving the salon in their casual attire while their faces and hair were so well done. But the two women bantered easily on the drive home. Once in the house, Pam immediately removed her clothes. She loved being naked in this house.

"Let's sit and relax Pet, we don't need to get dressed for another hour. After all we don't want to be too early at the restaurant," Bess decided for them both. She popped a porno movie into the VCR, flopped on the couch and patted the cushion next to her, indicating that Pam should sit down. Pam was busy scratching her nipples and crotch and missed the subtle invitation. Finally, after no response from her possession, Bess said, "Stop playing with yourself and come sit next to me, Pet." After Pam sat down Bess, said, "Oh hell, I was going to have you eat me for a while but we can't ruin your make-up, can we? I guess you will have to use your fingers. Oh shit, you'll puncture me with those fingernails. The hell with it, let's just watch the movie." Bess turned her head to a gang-bang scene, muttering what trouble owning a pet could be.

Pam sat quietly and watched the TV. The scene showed a pretty blonde with huge silicone tits getting fucked by three men. The housewife felt her pussy leaking and was mesmerized by the sight of each large male cock. She correctly assumed that most porn actors were hired for their impressive equipment. Bess had to ask Pam twice to get her a drink of water before she heard. She was busy paying her rapt attention to the sight of the blonde bobbing her head up and down on the cock of a fourth man who had entered the scene.

"You really like these movies, don't you Pet?"

"Yes, Miss Bess," Pam replied as she handed her a tall glass of ice water.

"Well, maybe we should make one with you as the star?"

"Oh my God," Pam thought, her blood running cold. The idea of it excited her but she quickly snapped back to thoughts of, "if someone ever saw me doing that, my life would be over." Pam was thrilled and mortified at the same time, even voicing that such a thing was abhorrent to her. Nevertheless, deep inside, she could picture herself as the blonde with four naked men using her while being filmed- particularly if Bess 'ordered' her to do it.

The two women watched the movie for a while in silence, the only noise the occasional scratch of Pam's finger nails across her tingling, sensitive dyed flesh.

"OK, Pet. Check on your girls by phone, then let's get dressed."

It seemed strange to Pam to be standing naked in Bess' house, talking to her daughters on the phone. This was one of the few times that both of Pam's worlds infringed on each other. Bess even came up behind her and cupped her ass as she told her girls goodnight and that she would see them the next afternoon.

Bess smiled at the momentary confusion on Pam's face but then Pam turned her face, her eyes beginning to tear. Bess could no longer see the mixed emotions on the mother's face. Bess wanted to take back control, so she quickly hugged Pam and ran her hands across the mother's ass, around her waist and grasped the housewife's breasts.

The tears stopped. Pam humped back into Bess' grasp and mewed. "Ahh, my Pet is back," Bess laughed smugly.
