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 Acquisition 23/38 (BDSM, NC, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F) by Headhunter

   That night, after dinner with her family, Pam went to the master
bathroom and removed the Ben Wa Balls.  She was still very moist and they
slipped out fairly easily.  Then she used the toilet and climbed into a
warm relaxing bath.  Usually she showered, but tonight she luxuriated in
the hot tub.  Remembering Bess' instruction, Pam shaved her legs while
sitting on the side of the tub.  Then, using a make-up mirror to see
beneath her, she carefully lathered and shaved between her legs.  Leaving
the triangle of pubic hair at the crown of her labia.  As she shaved she
noticed that her clit seemed very red.  She had never examined herself very
closely and the mirror gave her a new view of her sex organs.  Her clit was
so sensitive these days.  She dismissed the bright red organ as nothing
unusual.  It was probably all of the recent stimulation that caused it to
be red and sensitive.  She didn't notice that her red stiff bud was a
perfect color match to her nipples.

   After drying herself she followed 'Miss Bess' orders and reinserted the
balls.  After having them inside her all afternoon, they felt like old
friends as the balls filled her tight vagina once again.  The housewife put
on a pair of panties.  She couldn't have an accident during the night. 
What would Bill think if they awoke in the morning with metal balls in bed
with them.

   Fortunately Bill fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.  He had
barely given Pam a peck on the cheek before he was snoring softly.

   Pam laid in bed staring at the ceiling.  She was horny and the balls had
her wet.  She gently rubbed her thighs back and forth over each other until
she achieved a mild orgasm.  "The balls really helped in making me cum,"
Pam thought as she finally slipped off to sleep.

   The next day seemed to drag for hours for both Bess and Pam.

   Bess spent the morning shopping.  Picking out some food and wine for
dinner.  After lunch she called her guests to confirm that they were coming
to dinner.  She would be dining with three gentlemen.  The two that she and
Pam had danced with and made out with in the car.  Also the gentleman from
several weeks ago, the man who had bought Pam drinks on their first visit
to Jake's restaurant and slipped his business card to Bess.

   When Bess had called the men earlier in the week they all remembered the
women, particularly Pam.  Each of them asked if the housewife was going to
be at the dinner before they agreed to come.  At first Bess was pissed off
that the men were more interested in Pam than her.  But, she was used to
being rejected and at least with Pam as bait she would be spending the
evening with three handsome men.  If not for Pam, Bess knew that in all
likelihood, she would be dining alone.  So she rationalized that the men's
interest in Pet was a good thing.

   Bess hoped that she would get fucked again tonight.  The ride she had
taken on top of Jake earlier in the week had whetted her appetite.  She
hadn't realized just how much she had been missing a good stiff man's cock
since her divorce.  All three men confirmed the dinner, but each asked
again if Pam would be there.

   Pam went through her day as usual, but there was a big difference.  Or
perhaps what could be better described as two little differences.  She
found that she was able to almost forget about the Ben Wa balls at times.
But she stayed wet and if she made a particularly unusual motion the balls
would move and rub.  Chasing after pre-schoolers meant that Pam often had
to make little jumps, stretches and bends.  And each of those was
accompanied by a tingling in her cunt.  For much of the morning Pam stayed
calm.  But at other times she came close to having little orgasms.  At one
point when Pam was staring off into space a little girl asked "Miss Pam" if
she was all right.  Snapping herself back from the delicious feeling in her
pussy the teacher said "Yes, honey," and then went on with her lesson.  She
did her job, but every time she had a quiet moment her thoughts immediately
turned to sex, her wet pussy, and even the feel of a warm hard penis in her
hand, cunt or...  her mouth.

   After school, Pam went to the store and purchased the food approved for
her family's meals by Bess.  She also picked up some snacks for Bill and
the girls to eat while Pam was serving dinner at Bess'.  Bill had agreed to
watch the girls while Pam 'helped' Bess with her dinner party.  In fact,
Bill commented how glad he was that their divorced neighbor was starting to
socialize.  He thought that his wife had been a wonderful friend and
continued to encourage Pam to help Bess.  For Bill, ignorance was bliss.

   Bill had jokingly made Pam promise that since she would be out this
evening, she would have to be home to watch the girls on Saturday.  He had
a golf date with some of his buddies.  That was perfect for Pam.  The girls
didn't need watching on Saturday morning or afternoon.  They usually played
with friends, and were old enough to 'look out for themselves' during the
day.  Pam knew she would need an exercise workout on Saturday anyway, since
she was missing one today.

   The rest of the day was normal for Pam, except for the constant pressure
and rubbing in her vagina.  She stayed in a state of arousal except where
her concentration on some task helped her forget about the Ben Wa balls. 
She decided that she would have to ask Bess if it would be OK for her to
have sex with her husband tonight.  "God," she thought, "the way I feel I
might actually rape poor Bill when I get the chance."

   Pam made dinner early and served her family right at 6:00.  Seeing that
all was OK with Bill and the girls, Pam headed over to Bess', saying that
she would eat the food she helped Bess fix for her guests.  Pam entered the
privacy fence through a gate and disrobed.  Mr.  Odom and his friends were
nowhere to be seen.  "It's Friday evening," Pam thought, "Even they must
have some family obligations sometimes."

   Naked and excited, Pam entered the house.  Hearing the door, Bess called
for Pam to come immediately to the kitchen.  Bess stood in the middle of
the room.  Pots and pans were strewn about, and it was clear that the food
was still a long way from being ready.

   "Pet, you need to help me.  We have to cook the meal, set the table and
I have to get dressed.  It's already after 6:00.  Let's get going."

   In her usual efficient manner Pam set about getting the meal in the oven
and cleaning up the mess.  She got the plates, utensils and glasses out and
meekly asked 'Miss Bess' if she would set the table so she could continue
with preparing the meal.  Bess was amazed and pleased at the housewife's
control of the situation.  She didn't like responding to Pam in this way,
but knew that it was the only real help she could be.  Bess did what Pam
requested, but told herself that she would remind Pet who was in charge
later.

   With just a few minutes of Pam's efforts, things were coming together
for the dinner.  The fact that Pam had been cooking and cleaning Bess'
house helped.  The visiting housewife probably knew the kitchen better than
the owner.  Bess told Pam that she was going to get dress.  It was 6:30.

   "Miss Bess, what about me?" Pam asked, looking down at her naked tits.

   "I have already laid out some things for you to wear on your bed, Pet."
When you can get away from the kitchen go put them on." Bess started to
walk away, then turned and added, "Oh Pet, take out the Ben Wa balls, and
you need to put some make-up on, understand?"

   "Yes, Miss Bess."

   "There is not enough time for you to do your nails, so concentrate on
your eyes and lips." Bess hurried up the stairs.  About 10 minutes later
things in the kitchen were at the point where nothing else needed to be
done until the meal was ready.  It was ten minutes before 7:00 when Pam
rushed up the stairs to her room.

   On the bed were the pretty red dress and thigh high black stockings. 
Red high heels were on the floor.  That was all that was out.  Did Pam not
want her to wear any undergarments?" Pam thought in a panic.  "Surely she
had just forgotten to put panties and a bra out.  No, she had put out the
stockings.  Bess wanted her naked under the dress." Pam sat on the bed and
contracted her vagina until she could pull the balls out.  They were slick
with her secretions and Pam felt an emptiness.  Quickly she pulled on the
stockings, then the shoes.  Finally she stood and slipped the dress over
her head.  It was beautiful with a scoop neckline and thin shoulder straps.
The skirt flared at the hips.  The hem fell well short of her nylon encased
knees.  Pam began to button the dress up the back.  It wasn't hard for her.
"My exercising has made me flexible," Pam thought with satisfaction, "Only
a few weeks ago I would have needed help to get this dress buttoned up."

   Pam looked at herself in the mirror.  "Not bad," she thought, "I can get
away not wearing a bra now.  But I will have to be careful bending over."
The housewife sat at the make-up table and began combing out her blonde
hair.  Looking over the limited cosmetics she had available she knew that
the makeup she would be putting on would not give her the usual Mommy look.
The lipstick was bright red and the eye shadow and mascara were dark.  Pam
didn't look slutty but the makeup did make her look sultry.  At 7 o'clock
Bess stopped at Pam's door and said she was going downstairs.

   While Pam put the finishing touches on her make-up she heard the
doorbell ring.  She could hear Bess greeting and several male voices.

   As Pam came down the stairs, shoulders back, managing to be graceful in
her high heels, Bess and two men turned to look at her.  Immediately Pam
blushed as she realized the two men were the ones that they had spent the
evening with the week before.  Bess said, "Pet, you remember Joe and Hank."
The doorbell rang again.  Bess opened the door and an older gentleman
entered.  Pam thought she recognized him, but Bess immediately solved the
mystery by introducing Gerald, the man Pam had met at Jake's restaurant. 
With all the players in place, Bess instructed Pam to finish preparing the
meal while she had a drink with her new friends.

   Pam retreated to the kitchen, glad to be away from the staring eyes of
the three men.  As she took the meal from the oven and prepared to serve,
Pam could hear laughter and joking from the living room.  Someone had
turned on the stereo and soft jazz filled the house.

   Pam carried a tray with some chips and dip into the living room.  The
three men and Bess were standing in a small circle talking.  As Pam
entered, the distinguished Gerald asked Bess if he could fix the 'beautiful
lady' a drink.  It was obvious that the men had quickly figured out that
Bess was in charge.

   "Sure," was Bess' reply, "She could use a drink."

   The older man fixed a strong drink and, taking the tray from Pam, handed
the glass to the housewife.  He put the tray on a table and smoothly snaked
his arm around her waist.  He stood next to Pam and made no attempt to hide
his efforts to look down the front of her dress.

   "My, My, Gerald," Bess exclaimed, "I expected these horny young men to
be after Pet, but I guess that silver in your hair doesn't mean that you
don't appreciate a good looking woman."

   "She is gorgeous," he replied.  That comment brought color to Pam's
cheeks.  Bess slipped her arms into the arms of the young men she was
standing with and answered, "That's OK, it leaves these young hunks for
me."

   Everyone except Pam laughed and took sips of their drinks.  Pam choked a
little on the strong alcohol, but managed to get down a swallow.

   "How is dinner coming, Pet?" Bess asked.

   Pam took the question as an opportunity to disengage from Gerald and
head to the kitchen.  "I need to get ready to serve." Pam hurried into the
kitchen, hearing comments about her swaying ass from the men.

   Pam stayed in the kitchen until Bess came in and asked if dinner was
ready.

   "Yes, Miss Bess."

   "Good, we are going to the table.  I want you to serve us."

   Pam waited for a minute then began carrying food to the table.  There
were only four places set at the table.  Pam wouldn't be sitting with Bess
and her guests.  "Pet, take care of us like a good little servant."

   Pam was actually relieved that she wouldn't have to sit with the men. 
Playing servant was a much more comfortable position for her.  She felt so
awkward around men.

   Pam began to serve each person.  Bess was served first and she took the
opportunity to run her hand up and down Pam's back as the housewife leaned
over to put a plate in front of her.  This action wasn't lost on the three
men.  They correctly assumed that the housewife was fair game for a touch
or caress, as she served them.

   Gerald was next, he duplicated Bess' motion but allowed his hand to run
all the way down onto Pam's ass.  He couldn't feel any telltale panty seams
and smiled to himself.  Then he craned his head back knowing that Pam's
dress was short.  He was rewarded with a view of the fleshy bottom of Pam's
ass cheeks that peeked just below the hem of the red skirt and stocking
clad legs that stretched towards the floor.

   Pam jumped away from Gerald causing his plate to rattle as it was
dropped slightly.

   "Pet, be careful.  I expect you to do a good job for me and my guests.
Don't make me have to punish you for being sloppy."

   Pam blushed.  Talk of her being punished in front of the men was not
something she expected.

   "Well, what do you say, Pet?"

   Pam blushed even deeper, it was bad enough being called Pet, but now Pam
needed to reply.

   "Yes, Miss Bess."

   "Good, Pet!" Turning to her guests, Bess said, "I sure that you
gentlemen could tell that Pet and I have a very special relationship."

   Hank, wide eyed asked, "Does she do everything you say."

   "Well most of the time.  You enjoyed your handjob from her the other
night, didn't you?"

   "Yeah," Hank replied, "Can you make her do...  anything?"

   All three men were listening intently.  Pam was as well, but she was
also leaning next to Joe putting his plate in front of him.

   "As I said, Pet and I have a very special bond, but within reason she
knows that doing what I say is really making her a better person.  Haven't
I helped you a lot, Pet?"

   "Yes, Miss Bess."

   Joe, reached for his glass as Pam was leaning down and purposely rubbed
his forearm back and forth across Pam's chest.  Pam jumped again and
quickly backed away.

   The last to be served was Hank.  Pam carefully approached his chair
staying as far away as possible while placing his plate in front of him. 
But the young man reached out and placed his hand on the back of her leg
and moved it upward under the housewife's skirt.

   Hank grabbed a handful of ass flesh, causing Pam to jump and drop his
plate several inches.  The crockery rattling noisily as it hit the table.

   "She did it again," Hank cried, "She did it again.  You need to punish
her."

   Bess hated to be pushed, and simply replied, "Shut up Hank, you would
jump too if somebody grabbed your ass." Gerald and Joe laughed at the man.
Pam beamed with pride as her 'Miss Bess' defended her.

   Pam's relief was short lived as Bess growled, "Damn you, Pet, some of
Hank's gravy splashed onto your dress.  Come with me to the kitchen so I
can clean you up."

   Bess stood and led Pam into the kitchen.  There really wasn't much of a
mess on Pam's dress, but Bess decided that she would use this opportunity
to humiliate Pam a little further and prepare her for some training.  She
spun Pam around and began unbuttoning the back of the dress.  "We need to
rinse this off.  I won't have an expensive dress I bought for you getting
ruined."

   "But, Miss Bess.  They are just in the other room.  They might see."

   "Don't question me.  Now lift up your arms." Bess pulled the dress over
Pam's head leaving her wearing only her heels and stockings.

   Bess made a small show of placing the dress in the sink and rinsing off
the gravy.  What she managed to do was soak the dress and make it
unwearable.  Then she turned and said, "Since you are making such a mess,
why don't you put on an apron?" She pulled a frilly white apron from a
drawer and thrust it into Pam's hands.

   Wanting to cover her nudity with anything because she feared the men
might come into the kitchen, Pam put her head through the neck strings. 
Smoothing the material in front of her, Pam soon discovered that while the
apron would cover her a little, most of her body was left uncovered.

   Bess picked up the strings at the waist and tied them behind Pam.  The
apron had a small bib that only covered each breast to the nipple.  Twin
globes of tit hung out from each side.  The apron skirt did not reach the
tops of her stockings.  Pam's back and ass were completely exposed as the
apron didn't even reach the sides of her body.

   "There, Pet.  Now you don't have to worry if you spill something else,"
Bess said smugly.  Then she left the kitchen saying, "Bring us our desert
in ten minutes."

   Pam stood in the middle of the kitchen, her exposed body covered with
goosebumps.  It wasn't cold, the goosebumps were from the knowledge that
soon she would be naked in front of another group of men.  She knew that
they would be as excited as her when they saw her 'new' body.

   She touched her wedding ring gently and wondered what her family was
doing right now, just a few hundred feet away.  She could hear the men
joking and laughing with Bess in the other room.  She smoothed down the
frilly apron, then tried to push both of her tits behind the small bib.  It
was hopeless.  Finally, she heard Bess call out, "Pet, where are you?  We
are ready for desert." Pam picked up the desert tray.  It held four bowls
of chocolate mousse.  Pam stood straight and, with anticipation of the
men's reaction, walked proudly into the dining room.