Acquisition 1/38 (BDSM, NC, WS, VOY, HUM, Bi, M+/F)
by Headhunter


Pamela woke at 6:00 AM when she heard the click of the bedside alarm. She quickly reached out from under the covers and hit the snooze alarm. Her quick movement caused her muscles to throb. She was getting used to her constant soreness. But she knew that a 37 year old body just wasn't made to take the extreme positions she had been enduring over that past few months. While she was sore she also knew that she was in the best physical shape of her life and the sore muscles would recover quickly.

Hitting the snooze button gave Pamela Henderson 10 minutes before the alarm would go off and wake her husband. He was snoring softly next to her. To Pam this ten minutes was the only solitude she had, the only time she had to herself before the demands of the day started. The demands of taking care of her husband, her two children, her part-time job at the pre-school and of course the other demands... The demands made by her neighbor Bess.

In the dark and quiet of her warm bed, Pam gently rubbed the sore muscles of her arms. Then she trailed her hands down the sleep tee- shirt she wore to bed. She began to gently massage the soreness of her thighs. She would have liked to rub out the knots in her calves, but she didn't want to wake Bill. So she softly rubbed the muscles she could reach without too much movement. When she rubbed the inside of her thighs she was amazed to find them warm and damp. She ran her hands up to the juncture of her legs and found that her pubic hair was wet. Now more alert, she could tell that the moisture was seeping from her vagina. No, not her vagina she thought to herself, she was supposed to call her private parts her "cunt". Just thinking that profane word made her shiver, but it also made her wetter.

Pam bit her lip in a sob, "I just woke up and already my body is betraying me." Well, Bess had told her that her cunt, ass, and tits would soon be running her life, but right now she had a morning to get through, so she had better get control of herself and make her brain take charge. But it was difficult for her. It was because she was such an honest and open person by nature. Flipping back and forth between what were two personalities was hard for her. Pam knew that most people could talk and act differently in different situations. She had often seen her kind and loving husband change into the hardball playing businessman in an instant. His ability to do that had always amazed her. And just look at our President. He could be having sex with a young woman in the Oval Office while talking with congressmen on the phone. She needed to start learning how to compartmentalize her life or Pam knew her life would come crashing down around her.

Pam slipped out of bed and quietly moved into the bathroom. Shutting the door she turned on the shower and stripped off her sleep shirt. Under the hot spray Pam finally was able to rub out the soreness of her calves and feet. Her ankles and toes hurt from the high heels she had been wearing yesterday afternoon. Those shoes were very uncomfortable, but they did make her legs look great. Pam fought the impulse to masturbate in the shower. She needed to wash off the odor of female sex secretions, that odor seemed to accompany the wife and mother almost constantly now.

From the shower she heard the bathroom door open. She heard her husband yawn. That sound was followed by the splashing sound of her husband urinating.

Pam emerged from the shower wrapped in a large terry cloth towel. She didn't think her husband would be awake enough to notice, but she wanted to check herself for bruises before he saw her naked. "Morning Honey," Pam said as she moved to brush her teeth. Bill grunted a greeting. Out of the corner of her eye Pam could see him shaking his flaccid penis over the toilet bowl. He moved to the shower kicking off his pajama bottoms as he walked. Her 40 year old husband disappeared behind the shower curtain, but not before Pam noticed his slight paunch and sagging butt. Still the sight of him shaking his soft cock had gotten Pam's nipples hard and she could feel a tingling in her groin. Pam dropped the towel while her husband was in the shower and gave her body a quick once over. She was pleased but a little surprised when she found no ugly bruises. Only and faint pink color on her buttocks, But that could be explained by the hot shower.

The morning began to move quickly. Pam dressed in the comfortable loose clothes she wore to work. After applying only a minimum of makeup she woke her 11 and 13 year old daughters. Once downstairs in the kitchen she made breakfast and sack lunches for the girls. While rinsing off some apples for the lunch sacks Pamela looked out her kitchen window across her back yard to Bess' house. It was completely dark. Pam knew that Bess wouldn't wake until mid-morning. Bess didn't have any children to make breakfast for, and her husband had left her several years ago. Soon Pam, Bill and the girls were chatting about the up coming day as they ate breakfast. By 7:30 Bill was pulling out of their driveway on his way to drop off the girls at school on his way to work. Pam now had just a few minutes to rinse off the dishes and head to her job at the pre-school. As she stacked the breakfast plates she saw a light come on in Bess' house. A moment later Pam's phone began to ring. Pam thought about not answering it and quickly leaving the house, but she knew that would be a mistake. With a trembling hand she picked up the phone.

A sleepy voice said, "Pam, I was lying here in my bed thinking about you and I just had the most wonderful idea. Meet me at the mall after work."

"Bess, I have to pick up the girls after school and do the shopping today... ",said Pam.

Bess cut her off and in a not so sleepy but very stern voice said, "Meet me after work. Understand, Pam my Pet?"

The use of that term caused Pam to meekly say "Yes Bess." Then Pam heard the sharp click of the phone being hung up in the house across the fence. She stared out of her kitchen window and noticed that the light in her neighbor's house had been turned off. All was quiet again and Pam was left with her thoughts.

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Pam collected her purse and teacher's supply bag for the morning's work. She stopped in front of the hallway mirror and pulled her shoulder length brown hair back into a pony tail with rubber bands. Experience with the pre-schoolers had shown her that she should keep her hair away from little hands. She didn't wear any necklaces or bracelets for the same reason. In fact the only jewelry Pam wore was her wedding band and little gold stud earrings. Her dress was a mid calf length blue denim sack that was fairly shapeless and allowed the wife and mother the opportunity to move comfortably when she chased after the little ones. She wore white socks and sneakers for the same reason. Pam noted with satisfaction that the dress was looser on her 5 ft 8 in frame than ever. She had lost a couple of more pounds and her body was being reshaped by her exercise routine.

Pam enjoyed her time as a pre-school teacher. She was a great teacher. She loved the 4 year olds in her class and they loved her. She had been teaching part-time in the mornings since her youngest had gone to the pre-school. It was the perfect job for her. The parents tried to get their children into Pam's class. Pam was thought of as the perfect teacher. A nice wife and mother who went to church and had two bright kids of her own, she lived in the neighborhood with the families that sent their kids to the pre-school. Pam was very accommodating to the kids' individual needs. Plus she was a real certified teacher not a baby-sitter, like in some of the pre-school classes. Pam got the kids a jump start on their letters and numbers. When the pre-schoolers got to first grade Pam's students were always the best prepared.

Pam was a loved and admired teacher, wife and mother. She would always be kind and gentle, and wouldn't say no to anyone who needed help. But her inability to say no and inability to confront people not only made her a good pre-school teacher, it made her easy to take advantage of. Bess had seen that in her. Pam could never have been a high school teacher, she couldn't have taken the daily confrontations with teenagers. She wouldn't have been able to control unruly students. Her current job was perfect. Pre-school was the only place Pam could be successful as a teacher.

As Pam walked through the living room on her way to the front door she noticed her wedding picture on a table. Smiling up at her from the ornate silver frame was a young couple. Bill handsome in his tux a couple of years older than her. And Pam, so very young in her white dress, recently graduated for college. A young couple ready to go out into the world. Pam smiled to herself. That picture is 15 years old and until recently the life Pam had expected on her wedding day was the one that she had lived. But now she seemed to need more.

The school day went well. The 12 kids in Pam's class behaved and she was able to introduce two new letters to the group of fresh faced children. After snack Pam helped the children with finger paints. The reason why Pam wore the clothes she did became evident as more than one little paint covered hand pulled on Pam's dress asking for help. At noon, Pam helped the children get out their lunches. Then the daycare ladies took over. Pam's work day was through. She washed her hands in the teacher lounge and went to her car. She could make the mall by 12:30. That would give her 2 hours with Bess before she would have to pick up her girls at school. The girls could help her at the market . They liked to go with Pam because they could always browbeat their Mom into buying some of the junk food they wanted. When Pam went alone she would not buy the sugary snacks. Pam liked the junk food as much as the girls did. When the snacks were in the house she would always end up eating some. Pam knew she would have to have more control over her food cravings, she was doing so well with the diet that Bess had her on. It was just that she had never had much self confidence and like many young women had sometimes used food as an emotional crutch. Particularly in high school and college where Pam had been awkward and self-conscious. Thinking about food made her hungry, it was lunch time and all she had today was a glass of juice and some toast at breakfast.

Pam parked her car at the mall and made her way to the Food Court. The delicious smells from the various food kiosks made her hunger grow. Pam saw Bess sitting at a table to one side of the large open area. The wisp of a woman was eating a hamburger. At 34 Bess was three years younger than Pam. She was barely 5 ft tall and weighed 90 pounds soaking wet. She was wearing her ever present sweat shirt and sweat pants. Bess almost looked like a boy. But Pam knew how strong she was. Bess was an athlete. She had been a runner in college and continued running in local races even now. Once, while in her twenties, she had even run in the New York City Marathon. She played on every community team she could. Softball was her favorite. She loved winning and would not back down from any challenge.

Bess really wasn't a very attractive woman. He face was plain and her body was so thin that she had virtually no breasts and very little rounding of hips or buttocks. She had brown hair like Pam but it was cut short. Bess was strong, and she spent a good bit of her days working out. Bess looked up from her meal and pointed for Pam to take a seat at the small table. Pam sat down and smiled at her friend.

"Hi Love, I got you lunch, a salad and a cup of unsweetened tea," stated Bess in a matter of fact tone. Bess pushed the food in front of Pam while she took another bite of her juicy burger. A large plate of French fries sat half eaten in front of her. "What do you say, Pam?" remarked Bess once she had chewed her food. Pam looked down at the small salad and said "Thank you." "That's better," said Bess smugly, "I'll bet you make your little rug rats at school say please and thank you. You should set a good example and say the same to those who help you... " There was a brief pause then, "... you may eat."

"Thank You," was the immediate whispered reply.

While they ate Bess kept up a running commentary about the mall, working out, diet and men. She was down on men since her husband had divorced her. At least he made enough money to pay her a good amount of alimony. Bess had gotten the house and her car in the settlement. She ranted that her husband had never been a very good, had cheated on her with a long line of voluptuous young women, and was generally an asshole. But at least she didn't have to work and could spend her days as she pleased. Pam had heard it all before. So she didn't comment. She knew Bess didn't want her to comment anyway. After all, Pam had been the nice neighbor who had been there for Bess when the couple had split up. Back then Bess had relied on Pam as an understanding friend, but the relationship had changed several months ago. Bess was a take-charge person who had to have her way. Pam knew that was part of what had driven Bess' husband away. Bess had wallowed in self pity for a long time after the divorce but then she realized that her time was her own. She decided to get on with things and take charge of her life... and to take charge of Pam's life as well. In a perverse way Pam fulfilled Bess. Bess was a very domineering person and she hadn't been able to dominate her husband, she had only pushed him away. But in the self conscious and weak willed Pam, she had found the perfect friend... the perfect partner. A person who could be manipulated and controlled by the force of her personality.

As Bess droned on across the lunch table, Pam reflected on the past several months. The change in the women's relationship had started very gradually about four months ago. Bess began calling Pam to come over to her big empty house and visit. Bess had usually come to the Henderson home with all the activity of a modern family. But Bess began demanding that Pam come to her home more and more. Being at the Henderson Home made her realize how empty her own life was. She wanted Pam at her house without the distractions of Pam's kids and husband. Usually it was in the afternoons or in the evening after the family dinner when Bess would call for her friend.

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The strong requests for Pam to come to her house was just the beginning. Often while visiting her house Bess would ask Pam to do things for her. Help with some cleaning, pack some boxes, etc. Pam, with her helpful non-confrontational personality, was happy to support her friend. And she knew that Bess appreciated her. Didn't Bess always thank her for doing what she asked? Even to the point of patting her on the back and even occasionally on her head as she praised Pam's efforts. It didn't take long for Pam to be preparing Bess' meals in the afternoon and keeping Bess' house clean. Bess was grateful and began paying attention more and more to what her neighbor was doing. One day Bess was preparing to go for her afternoon jog when she noticed Pam folding some laundry. "Pam, I don't like my workout outfits folded. They need to be hung up. I don't want creases in them." Immediately Pam looked away, like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar, "Oh! I'm sorry Bess. I'll come back after dinner and re-wash these and hang them up."

"Yes! You do that." Bess called out to Pam as she left for her jog. She needed to think about what had just happened and she thought best while on her runs.

As she ran Bess mused to herself, "I really have been taking advantage of my neighbor. I have her doing my cooking and cleaning. She must not have much time for herself, as much time as I take. But 'damn-it' I'm lonely. People don't like me much and I like having my neighbor at my house. I have known Pamela for years and I know that she is a shy little housewife that never stands up for herself. Hell, I was the one who had to argue with the trash collectors about making a mess when they dumped the garbage cans. They sure listened to me. I backed all three of those big ignorant lugs down. Pam just stood there trembling pleading with me not to make a scene. Well, they were a lot more careful with the trash cans now. Bill, Pam's, out of shape husband, had even thanked me for getting tough with the garbage men.

I enjoy having her around. I'm going to keep Pam at my house as much as I can. As she ran, an idea began to form in Bess' mind... she was lonely and using her fingers to masturbate with-- fingers that didn't come attached to another warm body that could hold her or, more importantly, that she could hold. After all she needed to be in charge.

That evening when Pam came back to her house to re-do the laundry Bess began putting her plan into effect. The two women had often talked about personal things, but Pam had always been shy and reserved when taking about her personal life, especially her sex life. Bess knew that Pam didn't think of herself as a very attractive or sexual person. Bess needed to change that in Pam. All thoughts about her ex-husband and wasted life disappeared from Bess' mind. She now had a purpose and a goal. She would see just how far she could take her neighbor and fulfill her own need for physical contact at the same time. She wanted to bind Pam to her. Everyone in Bess' life had left her. She had no real friends, she was alone except for the caring wonderful wife and mother that lived in the home behind her. Bess felt a tinge of regret. Both she and Pam called Bess' house a house, but Pam lived in a home. She wanted a home with Pam. Not a home in a traditional sense but a home that was filled with activity and emotion. Just not the normal activities and emotions. She would never let Pam go, she would become the center of Pam's life, whatever that took. So Bess began asking, no demanding, that Pam reveal more and more about herself and her life.

Bess was careful to take her time and learn everything there was to learn about Pam. Much of the information Pam revealed was about growing up with a strict father and mother, now both dead, and a beautiful older sister who had rebelled and left home. Leaving Pam in a good, but cold and reserved home as a teenager. Rarely getting positive signals from her parents, avoiding confrontation at home and school, and lowering her self-concept. At college Pam had been a loner. She had commuted from her home to school and had majored in education. She had few dates, not because she wasn't attractive in a girl next door sort of way, but she never did anything to attract attention to herself. She wore little or no makeup, and never clothes that would use her well rounded, if a little overweight, body to attract boys. She had met Bill at the end of her Junior year when she had been asked to hand out programs at graduation. After the ceremony Bill's parents had asked her for an extra copy of the program because their son had just graduated. Bill walked up and in a few minutes the two were taking like old friends. They dated on and off for the next two years and at her graduation Bill asked her to marry him. He was already working in business and Pam had a job lined up at a local elementary school. She said yes! Several years later their first child was born and Pam stayed home. After the second child, Bill had gotten a vasectomy. Pam continued to stay at home until their second daughter went to pre-school. Then Pam got a job at the pre-school and had been there ever since. She was able to make some money and the half-day job kept her available for her kids. Life was good. Bill was moderately successful and Pam's income allowed them to buy their new home. That's when they met their backdoor neighbors, Bess and her husband.
