trueness wrapped the towel around her head to dry it after her shower. Walking out of the bathroom she walked towards her room. As she did she passed her mother's sleeping room door and stopped. She half plow towards the doorway. The family was mute, her mom was out, and would not be back from study for a while. Which meant there was no one in the mansion to stop her if she went snooping for her birthday nowadays. She had less than two weeks to go before her natal day and she still had no estimate what her mom was getting her. That was totally unbearable. Now she had a chance to stag.



Moving quickly, she entered her mom's room before she could blab herself out of it. Inside she glanced around the way. Flicking her gaze over her mom's king size bed with the Weird metal frame that her mom had specifically made in the middle of the room. Past the knit stitch white makeup table and towards the matching big white wardrobe. If there were any present hidden in the way they would ingest to be in there. She padded towards it and pulled open the image doors. Before bending down to get going fishing through the clothes to try and find any sign of her present. As she did the towel she had wrapped around her slipped off. She gave a low rumble as she tried to tie it up again. But the moment she bent over again it came undone. With a further grumble, she pulled the towel off and dropped it to the story. Before beginning a better search for her nowadays. Soon she found a large box that looked promising. She dragged it out, dropped to her knees by it and lifted off the lid to take care inside.



It was immediately obvious that the box did not turn back any present tense. However, what it did contain was strange and caught her tending. The showtime matter she saw was a black satin blindfold. next to that was a strange red egg with straps attached to it. Pulling both detail out she looked at them curiously. The blindfold was easy to understand, but what was with that strange ball and the strap. She squeezed the ball, it was made of rubber. Shrugging she put it on the trading floor with the blindfold then looked into the box for the other particular. These made her frown in great confusion. The first point was a long metal bar with four synthetic rubber hoops attached to it. Two at the ends of the bar and two further in from the end. Their attitude along the bar seemed to split it into four rival duration. side by side to the bar were two circle of handlock, the cuff persona wrapped in a soft stuff. Below the manacle were something that looked like a strange clash but with thin strips of material rather than feathering. As she picked it up something slid off it. She just caught it before it fell to the flooring. It was a chemical chain with two strange time at each end. As she had no idea what the chain was for she put it on the growing wad of items by the box before checking out the foreign brush. The airstrip she discovered were made of leather and felt quite tart against her helping hand. The last affair in the box was a small packet. She lifted it out, opened it and slid its depicted object out. What she saw made her gasp in shock.



They were pic, photo of her mom. Naked, tied up to what looked like the foreign bar. The rubber testicle in her mouth like some sort of gag. A man, the true could not see his face because of the angle of the pic, was using something like to the strange light touch, only bigger, to hit her mom. Verity could see the strips slapping against her mom's back as the man struck her. What caught Verity's gaze was the look on her mother's face. There was pain yes, but also a sort of ecstasy. Her mom had the same look on her face she got when eating her favourite expensive chocolate. In some way, the painfulness seemed to be bringing her mom pleasance. How the heck did that study ?



verity flicked through the picture, trying to see if there was anything in them that would explicate that aspect of ecstasy on her mom's typeface. There was zip, well not until the last few pictures. In them the man had stopped hit, had stopped beating her mom. Instead, he was contribute down, his facial expression still hidden from the camera. His deal was reaching under her mom. His fingers obviously rubbing at her mom's private shoes. Her mom's expression had altered slightly, but only in that, the pain was going. All that was left was the Adam. The locution on her mom's face was pure sexual pleasance. Verity could recount, she had seen herself in her mirror when she had touched herself in the same way the man was doing to her mom. Of course, without all that licking and cuffs. That confused her, how come her mom had looked so often like she was enjoying it ?



One thing that the photos had shown her was what that strand with the clips was for. She could see it clearly, the time obviously fastened around her mom's nipples. Picking up the mountain chain she looked at the clips. Opening them was fairly easy and she looked from the one clip to the photograph of her mom and then down to her own breasts. What did it feel like with those things on your nipples ? Obviously, her mom liked it. It seemed, from the stopping point photo, that her mom enjoyed it more when they were removed. As the man reached stave in the photo to undo one clip. From her mom's expression that must give birth triggered something, trueness could guess what. Not that she had experienced an sexual climax herself. In spite of trying, as yet she had not orgasmed once.



Opening the one time she moved it to her puffy nipple. She sucked in a hint and held it. Then, before she could modify her head, she set the clipping around her teat and released it. Her intimation shot out of her in a bang as she gasped at the sharp pain. She shivered sharply, but there was another feeling. A soft breath of pleasure between her legs. verity blinked, firstly to clear the bust the pain in the neck had caused to fulfil her oculus. But also in shock at the syncope pounding of pleasure. Sucking in a couple of breathing place she took the early time and fastened it around her early tit. The pain in the neck increased, making her suck her breathing in through clenched teeth. But, the throb of delight between her ramification increased. What was going on with her ? Was she like her mom, did she wish pain ? Quickly she glanced down at the pic wanting, needed to test that thought.



Her mom was restrained in the photo, her ft and ankles cuffed to that bar. verity realised that she could not cuff herself up totally. But she could try a little. The bar seemed too complicated for her to be able to use. But, the normal cuffs she could manage. Grabbing a set she was gladiola to see the key was in the lock. She opened the lock and fastened the one cuff around her ankle. Clicking it closed but not too tightly. Then she held her helping hand behind her and fumbled for a few seconds until she managed to tighten the manacle around her wrist joint. Once she did she stayed still, just testing out how it felt. She pulled at the cuffs, which nearly tipped her over onto her battlefront. Which just went to demonstrate she had been right not to fasten up both hands and ankles. It felt strange, even though her other hand was destitute she still felt restricted. She was not trusted if she enjoyed the feeling. But she kept the manacle on her, leaving the key in the ringlet so she could easily unmake them if she wanted. She needed to try out all of this now.



Picking up the thing that was obviously not a copse she ran the strips over her thigh. They felt cold, hard against her skin. She wondered what it would feel like striking her leg. Before she could over think it she flicked them against her thigh. Not too backbreaking, but it was enough to make her hiss at the sense impression. She knew she had held back, that reverse was nowhere close to as unattackable as the man in the photograph had been striking her mom. Ok, there was no way she was going to try it that hard. He really looked like he was going full moon military force. She drew in another long intimation, released it slowly. Then slapped the strips hard against her thigh.



"Crap, that hurts,"she gasped. And yet, the faint throb between her peg pulsed again. So she hit her leg again, and then again. Leaving red patsy on her thigh. The throb pulsed harder, she felt herself dampen slightly between her thighs. A sensation she knew, from watching the school football team at practice. As well as when she watched some of her female friends in gymnastics after school. Not that she told anyone about that. She did not need her friends to recall she was unusual. Or that she was some sort of gay woman. Still the feeling between her legs was overnice, as was the hurting. She slapped the ‘ brush'against her other leg. Then reached around to copy the man in the photo. By slapping it against her stern. Sending shocks of feeling through her. Pain and pleasure together. Now she was most certainly damp, her breathing starting to get in poor pant. This was turning her on. Just as she was getting into a pattern she heard a noise downstairs, sounds of movement. Crap, her mom was home.



"the true, are you upstairs ?"She heard her mom vociferation out. truth panicked, she could not let her mom detect her like this. She grabbed the photo and tried to push them back into the packet they had been in. But with only one deal all she did was dissipate them more. Shaking her header at her stupidity she reached round to unmake the manacle, the key was not in the curl. Her eyes went astray in fright. She tried to await round to find it. But that nearly tipped her over again. She reached down, padding her costless paw at the storey. Desperate to find the key.



"truth, are you ok ?"Her mom called, then she heard stride on the stairs. Her mom was coming upstairs. Panicking more she fumbled wildly at the storey. Her finger brushed over the key. She grabbed at it. Only to ping it out of her grasp. She tried to shuffle herself labialize to find it. She caught sight of it in the recession of her eye. She reached for it, grabbed it, picked it up. Yes, she had it. But her time had run out !



"verity !"Her mom's shocked cry froze her in place and she slowly turned her caput to look up at her mom. She stood in the doorway. Her one hand on the frame of reference, the other pulled up to her oral cavity. Her grammatical construction one of repulsion and shock.



"I'm sad mom,"Verity said looking up at her. Angela could not reply, she was too shocked by the good deal before her. What was her girl doing ? Why did she birth Angela's take on box ? The one she kept for if her Dom, Robb, wanted to fiddle when he came rung."I was looking for my birthday present,"the true added, which explained what she was doing in Angela's room. That did not explain why she knelt on the floor with a set of mamilla clips on her breasts and her one arm and leg fastened together. Nor did it explain the red scratch on her stage and side. Looking down at her teenage daughter Angela began to notice interesting facts. First trueness had yet to take out the clips from her mamilla. 2d, her external respiration was shortstop, almost gasping. And it was more than just veneration at being caught. The faint red thrill on her face and chest showed that. Her eyes were panoptic and bright. Angela felt certain that if she were to reach down between Verity's thighs she would feel dampness. All of which was very interesting.



"spring me the key to those handlock,"Angela said, in a knifelike step. Verity nodded and held up the key. Taking it off her Angela crouched down behind truth to undo the handlock and publish her daughter. As she did she took a deep breath in, yes there was the faint hint of arousal. trueness was just like her, the annoyance aroused her. Angela gave a quick smiling behind trueness's back. Once the cuffs were undone she stood up, as she did she grabbed the modest flogger Verity had obviously used on herself from where it had been dropped. Standing Angela hid the scourger behind her back.



"On your feet,"Angela ordered. the true obeyed quickly, standing with her head down. character of that was her expecting to be in trouble. However, it was also the perfect submissive position."So, you wanted to get your presents and you think that allows you to expect through my secret things ?"Angela said, Verity looked up and opened her back talk to speak."No, you don't get to verbalize !"Angela snapped, Verity's eyes went wide as her shock at the sharp-worded tincture flashed across her face."You don't speak unless I tell you to, nod if you understand."Verity gasped slightly, then nodded."near girl,"Angela told her watching her daughter's reaction. Yes, there was cushion at the tone of voice Angela was using. She had never spoken to the true in such a coarse smell before. But also she spotted a New York minute of emotion in her center. A flashgun Angela knew well, one that showed Verity was open to being submissive. It had been a long meter since Angela had felt any dominant inclination. At heart, she was a submissive. But had played the dominant in her past. When she was younger and still feeling out her way in the BDSM world. Now, for some grounds, she wanted to be her daughter's first dominant experience.



"We have a position here Verity, what am I to do to you ? You know looking around my affair is not allowed and yet here you are doing it. That requires some sort of penalty. The question is what kind of punishment should I give you ?"Angela said in as Stern a tone she could cope. Making herself stand as upright as she could. Putting a hard verbalism on her face."I could just ground you, two weeks would do. No phone, no TV, no going out at all."Verity looked up at her with all-inclusive eyes.



"But,"she started to say.



"I said not to speak !"Angela snapped sharply. Reaching her one mitt up she grabbed the chain that linked the two clipping still fastened to truth's mamilla. She pulled on it firmly, not so hard it risked ripping the clips off but sufficiency to stretch the mammilla out. verity gasped in pain. But, most importantly Angela caught the thrill on her daughter's cheeks and the flare in her middle that indicated that pain also caused pleasure. Angela hid her pauperism to smile. Yes, it was most certainly like mother like girl. Angela held her grip on the chain for an spare couple of irregular. Watching Verity's face as she did. Seeing the way she sucked in her breath, breathing space that shortened under the sensation. Her eye flashed with uncontrolled arousal. Angela hid another grin as she released the chain.



"Ah yes, if you are grounded you can't go out with your ally for your natal day. You've been looking forward to visiting the club for a spell haven't you ?"verity opened her oral cavity to speak, then caught the flavour on Angela's nerve. Closing her sass she instead gave a quick nod. It seemed her daughter was a quick prentice."It would be a ignominy for you to miss that. But, you do need punishment for what you've done."Angela pretended to think about what to do. As she did she brought the flogger into view from behind her backrest. Verity's eyes flicked down to it and widened. For a moment her breathing stopped, when it started up again it was tighter. Oh yes, it seemed truth was interested in that potential estimation.

"There is another alternative of course of study,"Angela said slowly. verity looked up at her with her big centre. Angela ran her gaze down verity's torso. Past her daughter's plump breasts and over her monotonous stomach to her round thighs with the deliquium red marks from where the true had used the flogger on herself."The other option is for you to go over to my bed. Climb onto it and kneel to await for me to end up what you started with my flogger."Angela lifted the flogger up to wave it slightly in front of verity's eyes. Her daughter looked up at her then down to the flogger. Then glanced back towards the bed. The conflict in her eyes was obvious. The fearfulness of what it would mean if she wandered over to the bed. The probable pain, against the loss of her nighttime out. Angela saw the instant her daughter made her choice. Her eyes closed for a few moments. When the opened there was a brightness to them, and a heat in them that sent a thrill through Angela. Without a Scripture Verity turned and walked across the bedroom to the bed. As Angela watched Verity reached the bed. For a minute she hesitated, then seemed to roll out her back before climbing onto the bed and kneeling as Angela had told her too.

Unable to hide her smile Angela bent down to grab the spreader bar, cuffs, and the blindfold. She considered the gag but left it. For the first time, it would be honorable if Verity could utter. And Angela wanted to hear her daughter shout as she punished her. Carrying the items she had chosen, along with the scourger still in her hand, she moved to the bed and dropped all the item onto the bed in full view of the true. She heard her daughter suck in a breath. Angela turned her promontory to blot out her smile. It would not do to allow her sub see her smile at that response. And now, that was exactly what verity was, her sub.

"right,"Angela said."I know I told you to be still but from now on in I need you to be vocal. When I ask a question you will do, do you empathise ?"Verity nodded,"Out aloud Verity."Angela snapped.

"Yes mom,"the true said quickly.

"Do not ring me mom during this prison term. Call me Mistress or Ma am."Angela said.

"Yes Mistress,"Verity said in an unsure tone.

"commodity girl, you need to remember to answer me clearly. Before we fully get started we need to set convention. The main one being that you are not to agree to anything you don't want to. If I push you too far, do something you do not like or are unable to handle you are to tell me. Now, I am sure you might beg me to terminate without realising what you are saying. So, we need to set a watchword, a safe Good Book. If you say this word I will hold on what I am doing instantly."Angela considered for a moment then gave a small grinning."rhubarb plant that will be your safe word."It was a skillful pick. the true hated Rhubarb, it was the sole fruit she would not eat. So it should not be hard for truth to remember it."Do you infer me, trueness ?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And what is your condom Logos ?"

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"fountainhead done, do not forget it. I will do things that will produce you feel uncomfortable, I am going to punish you for what you did. If you find you can not consider it, if the punishment is too much, use your rubber word. Do you read ?"

"Yes kept woman,"Verity's timber was shaky. Angela could see the hint of fearfulness in her daughter's center.

"If you feel like you can not do this narrate me now."

"No, I want to do this Mistress."

"Do what, tell me what you want me to do to you ?"

"I want you to, to penalize me, Mistress."trueness stammered over the words but managed to say them clearly.

"commodity girl,"Angela said letting her superbia show through in her words and reflexion. Angela picked up the blindfold."prison term for me to put this on. Do not worry though. I will not pass on you. I am not moving from the position of the bed while you wear the blindfold. This is a matter of trust, do you trust me, trueness ?"Angela asked the motion in as flavourless a flavor as she could.

"Yes schoolma'am,"trueness answered without any hesitation. Her blue eye looked up at her filled with trust. The trust of a daughter of her female parent and the outset of the trustfulness between a Sub and their Dom. Angela again let her face shine with her pridefulness. Letting truth see it. Before wrapping the blindfold around her face and tying it behind her head word. Instantly Verity's breathing tightened further.

"I am still here verity,"Angela told her, putting her hand on her rear."Now, lay down on your front end on the bed please."Gingerly Verity did as asked. Angela moved down the bed, bringing the broadcaster bar with her. She brushed her fingers down Verity. Letting her flavour the contact and get it on that she had not been left alone. At the end of the bed, Angela placed the bar below truth's metrical foot. Reaching down she took hold of one of Verity's ankles. She pulled it over to the end fixing on the bar and quickly fastened it around her ankle. She quickly took the other mortise joint and fastened that up. Forcing trueness's legs wide on the bed. Angela looked down at her daughter's paste legs. At the way that billet tightened her buttocks and thighs. She moved back up the bed, still brushing her finger's breadth over Verity's skin.

"Are you still ok truth ?"She asked.

"Yes schoolmarm,"truth answered, her part uncertain but clear.

"What word do you say if you need me to bar ?"

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"goodness young lady, now I need you to reach your hired hand up to grasp the spline on the headboard."verity did so, a little tentatively until she felt the slats and then she wrapped her hands around them with a certain way. Angela picked up the cuffs and curled them around one of the slats. They were made of alloy, Angela had got them custom made. Solid cake of metallic element rather than the normal weaker and hollow metal spline that normal headboards were made of. With the cuffs hooked around one metal slat, Angela fastened them to trueness's wrist joint. Pinning her hired hand above her head. Standing up she looked down at her daughter. Running her regard over her naked, exposed body. Seeing how blanch her hide was, how smooth. It called to the dominant function in her. She wanted to mark it, the thought that she was going to be the firstly to do so ship a shake of pleasure through her. In a weird way, it felt right that she would be the offset individual to leave marks on her daughter's skin. Angela's breathing shortened as she looked down at the true. Then she lent down and picked up the flogger. Reaching over she let the fronds clash against trueness's thigh. She heard her daughter's soft hiss and saw her suck in a sharp breath.

"This is penalization, but it is also delight. This flogger is piano than it could be. So it will not be as sharp on your hide. I was going to strand you for two weeks so instead, I will give you 14 lashes."trueness gave a small mew of care."Are you ok for me to continue ?"Angela asked making certain.

"Y, Yes Mistress,"Verity said in a low voice.

"trade good, think back if this becomes too much what word do you say ?"

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"Correct,"Angela said as she lifted the flogger up into the air. She heard Verity's breathing tighten into soft gasps. Saw her body quivering in anticipation. Angela held her first blow, stretching out that here and now. the true shifted, tipping her head to one side as if trying to hear Angela.

"mistress,"she began to say. Angela struck, bringing the flogger down onto Verity's left buttock. A backbreaking nose candy, not good force, but enough to sting. Verity cried out and her dead body jolted on the bed. Angela lifted the flogger up and held it for a moment. Then brought it down onto her other buttock with equal force. The gust incited another cry from her daughter. A sharp auditory sensation of shock and pain. Angela's next blow landed squarely in the centre, the fronds straddling both fanny. verity's cry was sharper, her body shuddering with the impact.

"Are you still ok verity ?"Angela asked verity who nodded."Verbal solution remember !"Angela snapped sharply.

"Yes schoolmarm, sorry I forgot. Yes, I am ok, that hurt but it's ok."

"goodness, that was three. So there are eleven to go."With that Angela struck again. This time aiming at the bed where Verity's cheek met her left over thigh. Then she struck the thigh. Moving down she put two More whiplash onto the back of the thigh. Moving down so the last puff was nearly on the binding of her knee. Then she moved to her other thigh, starting with the blue coke she copied her blows on this thigh in reverse. Moving up so the final stage of the four reverse was against the wrinkle of her right buttock. Verity gasped and cried out with each black eye. Her stage jolting sharply, Angela frowned.

"You will receive to get a line to be still verity, but that will come with time."She said in a disgruntled tone. Verity did not reply."Are you still with me trueness, are you ok ?"For a couple of moment there was no answer then finally trueness spoke.

"Yes, I'm still ok,"she said. Her interpreter soft, almost floaty. Angela lent over to appear at Verity's face and saw that her girl was at least partially into subspace. Umm, she was so like Angela. It did not take up much to put her into that state of near bliss.

"goodness, only three more blows to go,"she told her. The maiden of these was harder than the others. Lashing the flogger down onto Verity's left buttock again. She gave a sharp squeal and her physical structure arched away from the blast. The second blow was across the early buttock with equal force.

"piece of ass !"verity shouted and bucked under the blow. Angela raised her eyebrows at that. She had never heard her daughter use salacity like that before. For the last gust, Angela angled the ten-strike to fall between the true's stage. At the buttocks of her stern and so the fronds would flick circle to the front."fuck !"verity's cry was screamed out and she jolted hard on the bed. Her custody pulling at the headboard making the hale bed shift slightly. Angela stood straight, the flogger at her side. Looking down at her handiwork.

Verity's ass and thighs were laced with red mug. Painting her pale skin in the most likable way. Angela dropped the flogger and moved forwards. Putting one knee on the bed to steady herself she reached down to meet her daughter 's ass. Running her fingers over the reddened shape. verity lay on the bed sucking in air sharply. Her consistence shaking softly under Angela's touch. Angela ran her mitt over truth's firm ass and down her thighs.

"Oh, babe girl your pelt is so hot. You look so beautiful with the inflammation on your body."Angela said in a cushy voice. trueness gave a little mew in reply.

"I feel unusual,"she almost whispered the words.

"Yes, I bet you do. It hurt but that pain felt skilful, felt right yes ?"

"Yes, kept woman it did."

"Oh my pretty baby, you are just like your mother,"Angela said, brushing her fingerbreadth back up her second joint. Rubbing at the crease between her cheek and thigh. Verity gave a soft moan, not of painfulness but this was one of pleasure. Angela slid her script further under her thigh, rubbing at the other lips of trueness's pussy. Her fingers touched dampness as she did."Baby girlfriend, you're aroused aren't you,"Angela said, more a statement than a question.

"Yes kept woman,"trueness replied with a mix of embarrassment and shock in her part. Angela smiled as she continued to rub softly at Verity's prohibited mouth. She felt Verity moving, shifting as if she was trying to drive herself against Angela's finger. Angela lifted them away and Verity gave a subconscious mind mew of complaint. Quickly Angela moved to grab the spreader bar and used it to flip over the true onto her back. The miss hissed as her raw hide landed on the bed. Then gave a soft gasp as Angela pulled the blindfold off and looked her straight in the center. Sliding her finger up the inside of Verity's leg as she did.

"You want Thomas More my little sub ?"She asked in a tone laced with desire.

"I, I don't understand,"truth started to say. Then stopped as Angela held her hand between her thighs. Nearly touching her puss but not lull."Please, I want it Mistress,"Verity said after a import. Angela quickly pressed her fingers into the deaden flesh of her daughter's sex. Pushing her finger into the labia and palpate just how wet she was.

"nookie baby young lady you're soaked."She gasped as she pushed her finger deeper into her form. Pressing one finger against the warm entrance. Then sliding it inside. Instantly it was gripped by the tight passage as she pushed the finger into Verity's body.

"Yessss,"Verity hissed and rocked into Angela's hand. Angela gasped at just how wet her daughter 's slit was. Along with the wanton way she was rocking against her deal. It was obvious that her girl was not as innocent as Angela had believed. Not that it was a problem, Angela could not babble. Her sexual experience had started way earlier that her parents would have ever thought reasonable. So what if her daughter was the Sami. With that in head, Angela began to know truth with her finger. Sliding it in deep with fast knife thrust. Then adding a arcsecond finger to stretch her daughter 's pussy wider. Verity groaned and pushed herself up into Angela 's manus. Angela decided to get back some control. She pressed her free hired man onto truth 's stomach and pushed her down into the bed.

'' Do n't move little girl, lay still and consume it, '' Angela said in a sharp tone. Using her one manus she pinned Verity onto the bed and continued to finger her.

'' Please, mistress, '' Verity begged. Trying to push into Angela 's hired hand again.

'' No, stop moving ! '' Angela snapped and pulled her fingers out of truth. The girl gave a soft sob of distress.

'' Please do n't kibosh, '' she begged.

'' Do not move and I will carry on. ``

'' But it 's so concentrated. ``

'' I know but you will relish it more, trust me. ``

'' I. I 'll try, '' Verity said after a few moments.

'' commodity girl, let 's try this again, '' Angela said sliding two finger back into Verity 's drenched slit. Verity groaned and almost pushed up, but managed to hold herself still. `` skillful girl, '' Angela said as she began to jazz her pussy hard. Thrusting both finger's breadth in as deep as they would go. The sound of her fingers thrusting in and out filled the air. But was soon drowned by verity 's war cry of passion. Those war cry increased as Angela made sure the cad of her palm was pressed against Verity 's clit.

verity 's custody clawed above her psyche. Gripping and then releasing the bars of the headboard repeatedly. Angela saw how her breathing spell was coming in sharp gasps. Felt as verity fought not to run. She could palpate the tension in her girl 's tummy as she struggled with the motivation to move. Angela was merciless. Driving her fingers in and out with a punishing rhythm. Then rubbing her thumb over verity 's button. The girl cried out sharply.

'' Oh fuck, mom ... mistress. '' She screamed as her eubstance shook with her desire. Angela felt that desire herself. Her pussy was soaked now. She knew when this was finished that she would need to feel herself to remedy the aching between her thighs. Watching her daughter coming undone like this was hot. In a terrifying and arousing manner. Angela had never been interested in women before. She had always been totally unbowed. But right now she wanted to be with Verity. Wanted to watch as her daughter came, wanted to be the one to cause it. And constituent of her wanted truth to be the one who dealt with the aching in her pussy.

'' Fuck, oh bonk mom I 'm, oh shag I 'm close. '' the true moaned loudly. Angela had never heard her girl use speech like that before. Maybe she should penalise her for it later. For now, she wanted to see her daughter coming.

'' You need to fare baby ? '' Angela asked Verity, who nodded in answer. `` Remember you need to tell me not just nod. ''

'' Yes I 'm so faithful mom, schoolmistress please do n't stop, '' the true begged wildly, losing the conflict against her pauperization to act. Her hips rocking slightly into Angela 's hand. Angela frowned, then thought of the perfect punishment and reward.

'' In that face babe girl, '' she said reaching up to grip the chain attached to the tit clips on Verity 's bosom. `` Come for me, give it to me. '' She snarled as she pulled on the chain. Stretching Verity 's nipples out. Verity screamed sharply then break open into her sexual climax. Her scream of pain changing to a wild scream of heat. Her body shuddering and rocking on the bed as she orgasmed. Angela pushed her daughter, fucking her firmly to extend out her orgasm. Verity gasped loudly, desperately as Angela's natural action worked. Pushing her orgasm on to substantial and fuller length. Until finally Verity collapsed into the bed, panting surd and lying hitch. Angela slipped her digit from her twat, lifting them up to her lips as she licked her daughter's juices from them. Watching Verity's optic widen as she did so.

"My babe missy,"Angela said in a low husky articulation."That was quite an orgasm you had there. I'm mentation that you're not as innocent as I may have got thought."trueness's face flushed deeper and she half opened her mouth as if to deny it."I'm not furious Verity, you are a beautiful new woman and have every right to enjoy yourself,"Angela told her quickly."And you look so pretty when you come sweetheart."As she spoke Angela moved to unwrap the holdfast on trueness's ankle. Then lent up to unmake the handlock around her wrists. When she had she reached down to run her hand over Verity's cheek.

"Are you still ok baby missy ?"She asked softly, truth nodded softly.

"Yes, it hurt but it was good. And then when you touched me I was so turned on."the true said in a slightly shocked timber. Angela pulled her up to hug her, then rested her brain on her knees.

"Baby female child you are so like me. And if you want me to do that to you again I will. However, I am not a proper dominant. I can toy at it but if you want a proper dom I'm not it. I can arrange it, the man in the pictures is my dom and he is very much an alpha-dom. In fact, I think your experience would be unspoilt. As he likes to end his scenes with sex, peachy sex in fact."

"Wouldn't that be weird, me being with him ?"truth asked.

"Umm, not unless you feel it's weird. I know he has two other slavish's who he sees."

"Submissive's ?"truth asked, making Angela laugh.

"I think we need to have a short lecture about what you've just jumped into. Then, I can order a meeting between him and you if you want."verity gave it a unretentive thought then nodded with a small grin. Angela recognised that smile, knowing she had it on her typeface. A smile of desire and pleasance. It meant that their family relationship was changing beyond that of just mother and daughter .