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.
