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 Acquisition 4/38 (BDSM, NC, WS, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F) by Headhunter

   The next afternoon Pam had to stay late at the pre-school.  She called
Bess and told her that she would be over after picking up the girls and
could stay until about 5:00.  That would give them about two hours before
Pam had to go home and make dinner for Bill and the girls.  While Pam was
at Bess' house the girls could be home alone doing their homework, talking
on the phone and watching TV.  Bess said that was OK, but Pam shouldn't
make a habit out of changing their time together or Pam would have to be
punished.  But Bess also said she appreciated what a good mother Pam was.
These kinds of statements kept Pam on the edge and off balance.  Bess was
demanding yet understanding; capable of punishing her and praising her. 
Off balance was right where Bess wanted Pam.

   After getting her girls started on their homework after school, Pam went
across the yards.  Inside the back door she removed her clothes and with
some trepidation called out for Bess.  "I'm up working on your room," came
a shout from upstairs.

   Pam hurried up the stairs and almost bumped into Bess at the top of the
stairs.  Bess was wearing her usual sweat pants and shirt, and blocked Pam
so she was two steps from the top.  That way Bess was looking down from a
superior position.  "You have lots of energy Pam.  That comes from working
out.  But running up the stairs your tits were bouncing all over the place.
I thought that they would firm up more by now.  I don't understand but it
might be your posture, or the skin tone of your boobs.  I'll work on some
ideas to fix that.  I want you as nice and tight as a 37 year old mother
can get.  But I already have the solution to the toe raises.  Come into
your room."

   In the room Pam said, "Oh Bess, you have gotten a lot done."

   All of the furniture was painted and Bess had started on the walls. 
They were snow white.  A new mattress was on the bed.

   "Yes, I've been working hard for you Pam, I hope you appreciate it. 
Look in the closet."

   Pam opened the closet door and discovered the "too small" workout outfit
on a hanger and a pair of black 4 inch high heel shoes on the floor.

   "I think that they will fit.  Size 8 1/2 right Pam?"

   "Yes, but how will this help...  " As soon as it was out of her mouth
Pam bit her tongue.

   "Pam, looks like tomorrow we will have to have a little reminder in the
basement.  But I'll tell you.  I want you to wear these all the time that
you are here.  Except while working out, I don't want you breaking an
ankle. These will keep your heels up, stretch your hamstrings and make you
keep your butt flexed.  It will make a difference.  Of course your toes
will have to get used to the pressure and you will need to work on your
balance, but it will work and you WILL wear them.  It's for your own good
Pam."

   "Put them on and let's get to work on the wall paint."

   Pam sat on the old sofa, slipped her feet into the shoes and attached
the ankle straps.  She stood up and immediately lost her balance and
flopped back down on the couch.  "I've never worn more than a one inch heel
Bess.  How can people walk in shoes like this?"

   Bess looked at her sprawled naked on the couch and laughed.  "Practice,
practice, practice, Pam.  You'll get the hang of it, let me help."

   Bess stood next to the couch and helped Pam to her feet.  She held Pam's
elbow as the woman got her balance.  Pam now stood a foot taller than the
tiny Bess.  She led Pam in a small circle.  Pam was awkward and took
halting steps.

   "This make me want to pitch forward, Bess.  But I can feel the tightness
in my legs."

   "Good, they are doing their job.  They will make you stand up straighter
as well.  keep your center of gravity over the shoes, you can't lean
forward."

   Pam began getting the hang of the balance and was soon walking
unassisted.  Bess watched her carefully.  To keep her balance Pam had to
keep her shoulders back, this make her thrust her naked and swinging tits
further outward.  It looked as if Pam was now being lead by some invisible
force pulling her by her breasts.

   "Well with those on you will be able to paint the high places on the
wall," laughed Bess.

   The two women laughed together and went about finishing the wall paint.
Bess would stare at her neighbor when she reached upward.  The vision of
Pam naked in black stiletto heels stretching upward, pulling her ass and
tits up and out was amazing.  Bess could understand how such a sight would
turn men on.  Hell, it was turning her on.  Bess made a point to correct
and criticize the job Pam was doing.  Making her stretch high then bend at
the waist to paint some place next to the floor.  The sight of her bending
over at the waist heels raised, legs stretched and vulva displayed from the
rear was also very erotic.  Bess felt a wetness between her own legs and
thought she could see a shine forming on Pam's pussy.

   The women finished the walls of the room.  Bess said, "Let's go down
stairs and get some ice water."

   At the top of the stairs Pam asked Bess to help her as she was worried
that she might fall.  Bess put her arms around Pam and held her as they
walked down the stairs.  Pam naked except for her shoes, Bess clothed. 
Bess also took the opportunity to let her hands wander over Pam's body.

   The women got their drinks and sat on the couch in the living room. 
Bess picked up the TV/VCR controller and clicked on the TV.  Pictures of a
woman on her hands and knees taking a cock doggy style and sucking another
filled the large screen.

   "This is another of my ex's video's.  I wouldn't admit this to anyone
but you, Pam, but earlier today I was playing with myself while I watched
it.  Do you think it's sexy?"

   In one statement Bess had broached the subject of sex and made Pam her
confidant.  The manipulation of Pam's feelings continued.

   Pam eyes were locked on the screen.  "Bess, until the other day I had
never seen a movie like this.  And to be honest I have never been very
sexual.  I was always taught that this kind of stuff was dirty and wrong."

   "Well Pam, I don't think what happened yesterday was dirty.  And unlike
you I don't have a man to take care of my needs, so what choice do I have?
I have to masturbate."

   Pam blushed at the thought of the shower activity.  She had been trying
to keep it out of her mind.  And she hadn't masturbated in years.  The
thought of Bess playing with herself made her uncomfortable.

   "Look Pam, You are all concerned because of your good girl image of
yourself.  Well you are a good girl.  A great wife and mother.  What
happened last night was between two friends.  It's not like you were
unfaithful or you hurt anyone.  Did Bill suffer?  Did the girls?  NO!  I've
told you again and again, my house is your refuge, don't worry about it and
don't let it bother you.  In fact, I'm telling you to be more accepting of
your sexuality.  I am."

   With that Bess pushed down her pants while sitting next to her naked
neighbor looked back at the screen and began running her fingers through
her pubic hair.

   "I love this part, Pam.  Watch the woman shake all over when she cums."

   Pam looked at the screen, both men were flexing their buttocks and Pam
could tell that they must be coming inside the woman.  He could tell that
the men's orgasms had triggered something inside the woman because her body
began to spasm.

   "You're lucky, Pam.  You have a man, I just have my fingers."

   Pam noticed that Bess was strumming her clit with her thumb while one of
her fingers ran up and down her moist slit.  Soon Bess was on the edge.

   Bess looked at Pam and said, "Hold me Pam.  I need to be held when I
cum."

   Pam was filled with panic but Bess grabbed her with her one free arm and
Pam finally wrapped her arms around her friend and held her gingerly.

   Bess whimpered and Pam felt the orgasm flow through her friend's body.
"Strange," Pam thought, "Bill shudders the exact same way when we make
love."

   "Thank you Pam, I needed to be held like that."

   Pam didn't know what to say so she simply said, "I'm glad I was here for
you Bess."

   "Pam you know how last night...  I sort of did you.  Do you think you
could do that for me."

   Pam thought for a minute.  "Bess I can hold you like I just did, but I
don't think I can put my hands or fingers...  you know."

   "I understand Pam.  If you would hold me sometimes, I would appreciate
that." The women smiled at each other tenderly.

   Bess continued, "I don't mind doing what I did last night for you."

   Pam stuttered, I'm not...  let me think...  "

   "I know, I understand.  But if there is a way we could hold each other
and...  you know...  without having to use our...  well hands and
fingers... could we do that?  Um...  If we didn't have to touch...  just
hold..."

   "Yes, I would like that, Bess.  I know how lonely you are."

   Bess didn't say anything.  She wanted Pam blissfully unaware.  Bess was
remembering a scene on another one of her ex's videos.  A scene between two
women.  Yes that would work.  She was sure that her overprotected neighbor
had probably never seen one of those things.  It wouldn't be touching
technically.  It would be better than touching.

   The two women hugged.

   Bess laughed, breaking the tension, "I wonder where they get women to do
these things." pointing at the screen where two new men had taken the place
of the ones who had dropped their loads into the cheap looking blonde.

   Pam blushed, "They must be prostitutes."

   Bess smiled and clicked off the video, "Well I'm sure that some are, but
a couple of the videos my ex left are labeled 'Amateur wives and
girlfriends'." Bess paused for a second.  "Wow, that would be something
wouldn't it." Then she quickly continued, "lets see if the paint is dry and
then you need to put up your shoes and head home.  Do you have my menu for
you and your family?"

   "Yes Bess.  It's really a help, you listing everything for me."

   Bess followed Pam up the stairs, watching her heart shaped ass and taut
legs swing on every step.

   A few minutes later, at the back door Bess said.  I owe you a paddling
tomorrow, and I have some ideas about how to tighten up your boobs.  Other
than that, you're doing great.  Stay on the diet."

   "I will Bess.  Its hard, I'm hungry all the time."

   "Thank you for holding me today, Pam.  We really need each other, you
know."

   "Yes, I know," Pam whispered as she headed out the door.

   ****

   That evening Pam finished sewing the slip cover for the old couch and
also tacked black satin to an old comforter she had gotten out of her
attic. It made a perfect bedspread.  Bill noticed her sewing and asked her
what she was making.  She just replied some things for her pre-schoolers to
play with.  She didn't like lying to her husband, but this was part of her
and Bess' time together.  It had nothing to do with Bill, she reasoned to
herself.  She couldn't wait to have her own hide-a-way at her neighbor's
house.

   The next day, after an afternoon and evening with her family, Pam headed
to Bess'.  She kissed her husband on the cheek and said I'm going for my
workout.  Bill looked up from the TV and said, "You sure are getting into
shape; you've been exercising and dieting for over two weeks.  You're
making me look bad."

   Pam smiled brightly, "Well I want to be the same size as when we got
married Bill.  And it's good for the girls to know that taking care of
yourself is important." But Pam knew that those arguments were only
secondary to the reliance on Bess that she felt.  Bill turned back to the
TV as Pam quietly exited their home for the rest of the evening.

   Soon she was naked in Bess' basement working hard on her exercises. 
Tonight Bess took liberties with Pam's body as they went through their
routine.  Bess' hands touched, stroked, pushed and moved Pam's body almost
constantly.  Before tonight Bess had been careful not to be too overt in
touching Pam.  She had held her arms and legs and even occasionally pushed
on Pam's buttocks but that was all.  Sexy but not overtly sexual.  But
tonight the strong hands of Bess stroked Pam's legs; squeezed her arms and
ass cheeks, and often trailed across her breasts and stomach until Bess'
fingers combed the top of Pam's pubic hair.  On several occasions when Pam
was bending over doing an exercise Bess actually cupped Pam's hanging full
breasts.  Even pinching Pam's nipple on one occasion.  All of this was done
in the context of exercising, but 1 and 1/2 hours of constant touching had
its effect on both women.  It was like 90 minutes of foreplay.

   After the workout was over, with no paddling, Bess reminded Pam about
yesterday's questioning.  Without being told Pam draped herself across the
bench.  When Bess didn't move Pam looked at her.  Bess nodded towards a
table across the room.  Pam realized why Bess was waiting.  As Bess tapped
her foot impatiently Pam jumped up ran and got the paddle on the table and
brought it back to Bess.  Then she laid back on the bench.  And whispered,
"I'm sorry Bess, I'll try to do better."

   "Damn," Bess thought, "the bitch is really getting into this." Pam had
her ass arched as high as possible.  Higher than ever before and Bess could
see the wetness between the exposed pussy flesh.

   "I think we are both going to enjoy this Pam," and the first of many
blows rained down on the upturned buttocks.

   Bess worked on ass cheek then the other then back again.  Pam was
howling in pain, but she squirmed and fluid was dripping from her snatch
onto the vinyl covered weight bench.  Finally Bess stopped.  Pam's ass was
bright red.

   Through sobs Pam asked, "Bess are you done?"

   Bess replied coolly, "Do you want me to be done?"

   "Oh yes,...  well...  it hurts so much...  but I need it I know...  I
don't know Bess...  I don't know," and the middle-aged wife didn't move but
Bess saw her raise her ass even higher as an invitation.

   Bess smacked her one more time then said, "Get up.  I have a new
punishment.  It won't hurt the same was as paddling but it will hurt; and
at the same time it should help you with those loosey goosey tits of
yours."

   Pam stood and Bess held her until the crying subsided.

   With red rimed eyes from crying Pam said, "what do you want me to do? 
Whatever it is I know you will take care of me and I know I deserve it."
Bess noted that Pam's voice had a little girl like quality to it as she
made that statement.

   Bess had an idea and while she hadn't worked out all the details she
quickly directed Pam to lie face down on another bench that was very
narrow. "Are you going to paddle me some more?"

   "No Pam, just lie there."

   Bess reached under Pam's chest and tugged on her breasts until one fell
on each side of the narrow bench.  Pam's tits hung towards the floor
dangling in the two foot space between the bench and tile floor.

   Bess pulled the table behind the bench.  With her strength it was easy
for Bess lift Pam's legs onto the table.  This placed Pam at an angle, head
down and legs a foot or so above.  The lowest point on Pam's body was her
hanging breasts.

   Pam had to keep her abdomen flexed to keep from falling between the
bench and table.  She didn't know how long she could hold that position. 
When she said that, Bess told her not to move, and she had better hold
herself up or there would be hell to pay.

   Bess sat on the floor at Pam's head.

   "Pam," Bess said to the straining housewife, "we need to make your tits
firmer and the exercise just isn't doing it.  This will punish you and help
you at the same time." She looked directly into Pam's straining face which
was only inches from her own.  "Breast tissue has some but not a lot of
blood vessels for the tissue volume.  What I want is to force as much blood
as I can into your tits.  Making them the lowest point on your body your
blood will naturally run into your tits.  I'm going to help by stroking
downward.  This will force the blood further down and the massaging will
cause the blood vessels to dilate slightly enabling more blood to flow."

   Bess continued seeing that this physiology mumbo-jumbo seemed to be
calming Pam.  "Your tits will start to throb.  That's your punishment.  But
it will also make them firmer and perhaps even a little bigger and more
sensitive." Bess didn't know about most of the bullshit she had just made
up, but she happily began manipulating Pam's generous boobs.  She figured
that Pam was naive enough to believe it.

   For herself, Bess really didn't mind having a flat chest.  It made her a
better athlete.  Tits like Pam's must get in the way and give a person a
backache.  But they were nice to look at and play with.

   Bess, using both hands opened widely, grasped Pam's tits as far up as
she could at their wide base.  Then she deliberately and firmly pulled her
hands toward the floor squeezing them together has she went.  The effect
was the same as a farmer milking a cow, but in this case the udder was a
big tit many times the size of a cow's teat.  Bess stroked and pulled on
one breast and then the other.  To her amazement she could feel Pam's tits
expanding.  It actually worked.  Of course when Pam stood up the blood
pressure would be relieved and Pam's tits would return to normal.  But even
a normal Pam had a nice chest.

   Bess was amazed, after numerous hard pulls on each breast the skin that
she was pulling was as taut as a drum.  The flesh was engorged, and
becoming sensitive if Pam's wiggling was any indication.

   "Bess," Pam whispered, "I can't hold this position any more.  My stomach
and legs are cramping."

   "OK, Pam, just a minute more!" This is wild, Bess thought.  I need to
see what this looks like.  She had an idea.  Bess jumped up and reached
over Pam's body to the table.  In a small drawer there was some paper,
pencils, plastic tape and heavy rubber bands.  Bess pulled out two of the
heaviest rubber bands she could find.  She dropped back to the floor.

   Bess could tell that Pam's muscles were about to fail, so she quickly
pulled a heavy band wide open and pushed it up Pam's left breast until it
reached her abdomen.  She released the band and repeated the entrapment on
the right breast.  As the second band snapped on, Pam's legs gave out and
her feet fell off the table to the floor.  Pam used her hands on the bench
to steady herself and raised the top half of her body up to regain her
balance.

   Bess was sitting on the floor looking at Pam's face.  Pam was on her
knees leaning forward.  Her weight was supported by her knees and her arms.
Pam had a hold of each side of the narrow bench.  Her arms were straight
supporting her.  Since the bench was so narrow Pam's breasts were trapped
between her elbows.  Squeezed together in the middle.  A classic nude pose.
As Bess' gaze moved down from Pam's beautiful sweating face the sight that
greeted her eyes was astonishing.  Bess let out an involuntary, "Oh my
Gawd."

   Capped by hard brown nipples were a pair of tits that would do any
stripper proud.  They were fully 25% bigger than their normal size.  The
skin was so tight it shone.  The tightness was lifting them higher on Pam's
body.  And they were no longer pale white, but a gorgeous dark pink getting
darker all of the time.

   Pam saw Bess' reaction and sat back on her haunches, dropping her arms
to her sides.  Like the heavy ball used to knock buildings down Pam's tits
swung back with her, then hitting the bottom, began to gain momentum and
swing back upward.  Finally stopping with the nipples pointing towards the
ceiling.  They paused, held for a second, stopped by their own inertia,
then began the arc downward.  Only now Pam had shifted on her knees so a
new vector to the side was added to the most pendulous things either woman
had ever seen attached to a body.  It was as if they moved in slow motion
with a physics all of their own.  Swinging diagonally across her body they
came to momentary rest when they hit Pam's arm then began slowly speeding
up like a train, back across to the other side, hard pebble nipples
mesmerizing Bess as they moved in what looked like a slow motion replay.

   "OH, my," was all Pam could say.

   Both women just stared for a few moments at Pam's tits.

   Then recovering from the muscle strain, Pam said, "Ouch Bess this hurts.
They feel like they are going to pop."

   "What feels like its going to pop, Pam?"

   "My breasts, Ouch."

   "Pam, those are tits.  If I have ever seen anything that should be
called tits, those are them."

   Pam whispered, "My tits hurt."

   "Good, that's your punishment.  Let's go get our shower."

   Bess couldn't keep her eyes off of the balloons that sat on Pam's chest
as they walked upstairs.  The jiggling caused by climbing the steps did
amazing things to the movement of the flesh.

   Once in the shower Bess noted that the pink of the breast had turned to
red.  She would have to get those rubber bands off before some real damage
was done.  But she figured she still had a few minutes.  Bess immediately
soaped up two washcloths and facing Pam began rubbing each of the expanded
orbs.  She used a large circular motion as if she were waxing her car.

   Pam immediately began to moan, "It hurts." But the moans were not
entirely from pain.  It was if the tautness of her breasts and nipples
created a direct connection to her pussy.  As Bess continued stroking,
Pam's legs buckled.  Despite the pain and without being touched between her
legs, a medium sized orgasm wracked her body.  Bess stopped rubbing and
watched Pam's face.  The housewife's eyelids fluttered and her jaw went
slack.  Soft mews escaped from between Pam's lips.

   "Wow," Bess thought as the needle spray splashed on the women.  Drops of
water leaped off the taut skin, looking as if it were bouncing up from a
now very red trampoline.

   Bess pulled Pam from the shower and quickly dried her.  When the rough
cloth touched her tits a gasp of pain escaped from Pam.

   "Go lie down Pam I will rub the lotion on your ass, then free your
tits."

   Pam went into the bedroom while Bess quickly dried off.  Once dry Bess
entered the bedroom and found Pam standing next to the bed.

   Pam looked at Bess with tears in her eyes, "I can't lie down on my
front."

   The red tits were beginning to take on a purple hue.

   "OK, lie on your back I'll get you free."

   Pam laid on her back, tits reaching for the sky.  They looked like
balloons that someone had glued to her body Bess straddled her friend's
waist and dug her fingers under the tits looking for the bands.  She
finally found one but the flesh was so engorged that she couldn't slip it
over the huge bulge in Pam's breast.  Bess reached over to her bedside
table and grabbed some toe nail clippers.  Holding the flesh back she
clipped the band.  It flew halfway across the room.  Worried now, Bess
quickly repeated the process on the other breast.  As that band shot to the
far wall, Pam's screams shook the bedroom.  The blood was released and it
felt to Pam as if a thousand needles had been plunged into her sensitive
breasts and nipples.  Pam curled into a fetal position and screamed and
screamed and screamed.

   At first Bess was frightened that Pam might be hurt, but as she saw
Pam's breasts begin to turn a healthy pink, she knew that the abused wife
would be OK.  Bess also knew that it had to hurt like hell.

   As Pam's pain began to subside and her wailing lessened, Bess got the
lotion and began rubbing it into Pam's forgotten but still red ass.  Since
Pam was curled up, she massaged the parts she could reach.  Finally she
pulled Pam from her fetal position and laid on the bed with her, holding
her gently.  Then she had Pam roll onto her back.  Her tits had returned to
their normal size, but they were still pink rather than pale white.  Bess
picked up the lotion again and said, "we don't want any stretch marks so
I'm going to rub some lotion in very gently, OK."

   Pam responded with a sigh and a soft' "Ok, but gently please."

   Bess squirted generous amounts of lotion on the abused breasts and her
hands.  Then very gently stroked the lotion to spread it around the tit
flesh.  Something interesting happened.  Pam's pain had subsided, but as
soon as Bess touched her tits her nipples became erect and she could feel
an internal tug in her vagina.  Her breasts only throbbed a little, no real
pain now, but the connection from tit to twat was still there.  Her
breasts, unlike anytime before in her life, were now very sensitive and
sent what felt like little electric charges throughout her body.

   Bess knew something was different, because Pam was moaning and had
separated her legs slightly.  In moments Pam folded her arms over her
stomach and shuddered.  The heel of one of Pam's hands was pressed against
her pubic area.  A second orgasm swept through Pam, and Bess noticed a
small amount of fluid leaking from Pam's cunt onto her bedspread.