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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You should look at yourself Pam."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pam actually had a look of relief on her face.

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

"Yes Bess, thank you... "

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

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

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

"Yes Miss Bess!" Pam replied meekly.

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

"Yes Miss Bess."

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

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

"Hug my legs, Pet."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Miss Bess?"

"Yes Pet."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you, Miss Bess, Thank you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Miss Bess."

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

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

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

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

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