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 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.