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 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.