Verity 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 bedroom room access and stopped. She half change state towards the door. The house was unsounded, her mom was out, and would not be back from work for a patch. Which meant there was no one in the house to stop her if she went snooping for her birthday present. She had lupus erythematosus than two weeks to go before her natal day and she still had no thought what her mom was getting her. That was totally intolerable. Now she had a chance to sleuth.



Moving quickly, she entered her mom's room before she could peach herself out of it. Inside she glanced around the way. Flicking her gaze over her mom's king size bed with the Weird metal build that her mom had specifically made in the middle of the room. Past the plain Edward Douglas White Jr. makeup tabular array and towards the matching large white wardrobe. If there were any present tense hidden in the elbow room they would have got to be in there. She padded towards it and pulled open the double doors. Before bending down to protrude fishing through the clothes to try and chance any sign of her present tense. As she did the towel she had wrapped around her slipped off. She gave a low murmuring as she tried to tie it up again. But the moment she bent over again it came undone. With a further murmuring, she pulled the towel off and dropped it to the floor. Before beginning a better search for her present. Soon she found a prominent box that looked promising. She dragged it out, dropped to her knee joint by it and lifted off the lid to face inside.



It was immediately obvious that the box did not bear any presents. However, what it did contain was unusual and caught her tending. The outset matter she saw was a black satin blindfold. Next to that was a strange red egg with strap attached to it. Pulling both items out she looked at them curiously. The blindfold was easily to understand, but what was with that strange egg and the straps. She squeezed the lump, it was made of golosh. Shrugging she put it on the floor with the blindfold then looked into the box for the other items. These made her scowl in greater confusion. The number 1 item was a long metallic element bar with four rubber hoops attached to it. Two at the end of the bar and two further in from the end. Their positions along the bar seemed to carve up it into four equal lengths. future to the bar were two circle of handcuffs, the cuff share wrapped in a subdued material. Below the cuffs were something that looked like a strange brushwood but with slenderize flight strip of material rather than feathers. As she picked it up something slid off it. She just caught it before it fell to the floor. It was a chain with two strange cartridge clip at each end. As she had no idea what the chain was for she put it on the growing stack of particular by the box before checking out the strange clash. The strips she discovered were made of leather and felt quite acuate against her helping hand. The last thing in the box was a diminished packet. She lifted it out, opened it and slid its contents out. What she saw made her pant in shock.



They were photos, picture of her mom. Naked, tied up to what looked like the strange bar. The rubber Ball in her mouth like some form of gag. A man, Verity could not see his typeface because of the angle of the photos, was using something like to the unusual brush, only bigger, to hit her mom. Verity could see the strips slapping against her mom's back as the man struck her. What caught truth's gaze was the look on her female parent's brass. There was painful sensation yes, but also a sort of ecstasy. Her mom had the Saame spirit on her side she got when eating her favourite expensive chocolate. In some way, the pain seemed to be bringing her mom joy. How the heck did that work ?



the true flicked through the photos, trying to see if there was anything in them that would explain that look of Adam on her mom's fount. There was nothing, well not until the last few delineation. In them the man had stopped hit, had stopped beating her mom. Instead, he was lent down, his grimace still hidden from the camera. His hand was reaching under her mom. His fingerbreadth obviously rubbing at her mom's private place. Her mom's expression had altered slightly, but only in that, the pain was going. All that was left was the disco biscuit. The reflection on her mom's face was staring sexual joy. truth could tell apart, she had seen herself in her mirror when she had touched herself in the Lapplander way the man was doing to her mom. Of row, without all that thrashing and cuffs. That confused her, how come her mom had looked so very much like she was enjoying it ?



One matter that the photograph had shown her was what that strand with the cartridge holder was for. She could see it clearly, the clip obviously fastened around her mom's teat. Picking up the concatenation she looked at the snip. Opening them was fairly well-situated and she looked from the one time to the photos 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 last pic, that her mom enjoyed it more when they were removed. As the man reached round in the photo to undo one clip. From her mom's face that must have triggered something, Verity could guess what. Not that she had experienced an climax herself. In spite of trying, as yet she had not orgasmed once.



Opening the one magazine she moved it to her puffy nipple. She sucked in a breath and held it. Then, before she could change her head, she set the clip around her nipple and released it. Her breathing space pellet out of her in a hurry as she gasped at the crisp pain in the neck. She shivered sharply, but there was another feeling. A gentle soupcon of pleasance between her legs. Verity blinked, firstly to clear the tears the painfulness had caused to take her eyes. But also in shock at the swoon throb of pleasance. Sucking in a couple of breathing space she took the other cartridge clip and fastened it around her other nipple. The pain increased, making her suck her breathing in through clinched teeth. But, the throb of pleasure between her ramification increased. What was going on with her ? Was she like her mom, did she like pain ? Quickly she glanced down at the photos wanting, needed to test that thought.



Her mom was restrained in the photos, her substructure and ankle cuffed to that bar. Verity realised that she could not manacle herself up totally. But she could try a little. The bar seemed too complicated for her to be able-bodied to use. But, the normal cuffs she could make out. Grabbing a set she was glad to see the key was in the ringlet. She opened the whorl and fastened the one cuff around her ankle. Clicking it closed but not too tightly. Then she held her hands behind her and fumbled for a few sec until she managed to fasten the cuff around her carpus. Once she did she stayed still, just testing out how it felt. She pulled at the handcuff, which nearly tipped her over onto her front. Which just went to prove she had been right not to fasten up both hands and ankle. It felt strange, even though her other bridge player was free she still felt restricted. She was not sure if she enjoyed the touch. But she kept the manacle on her, leaving the key in the lock so she could easily undo them if she wanted. She needed to try out all of this now.



Picking up the thing that was obviously not a brush she ran the striptease over her thigh. They felt common cold, severe against her skin. She wondered what it would feel like striking her leg. Before she could over imagine it she flicked them against her second joint. Not too hard, but it was enough to relieve oneself her hiss at the wizard. She knew she had held back, that blow was nowhere close to as strong as the man in the pic 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 fully strength. She drew in another long breathing spell, released it slowly. Then slapped the strips hard against her thigh.



"bull, that hurts,"she gasped. And yet, the faint pounding between her branch pulsed again. So she hit her leg again, and then again. Leaving red bell ringer on her thigh. The throb pulsed harder, she felt herself dampen slightly between her second joint. A sensation she knew, from watching the school football game team at exercise. As well as when she watched some of her female friends in gymnastic exercise after school. Not that she told anyone about that. She did not want her protagonist to consider she was unusual. Or that she was some sort of lesbian. Still the feeling between her branch was nice, as was the pain. She slapped the ‘ brush'against her other leg. Then reached around to imitate the man in the photos. By slapping it against her can. Sending blow of feeling through her. Pain and delight together. Now she was most certainly damp, her breathing starting to issue forth in brusk gasp. 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.



"Verity, are you upstairs ?"She heard her mom vociferation out. the true panicked, she could not let her mom find 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 dust them more. Shaking her head teacher at her imbecility she reached rung to undo the handcuff, the key was not in the curl. Her heart went wide of the mark in fear. She tried to look round to find it. But that nearly tipped her over again. She reached down, padding her loose hand at the storey. Desperate to find the key.



"Verity, are you ok ?"Her mom called, then she heard footsteps on the stairs. Her mom was coming upstairs. Panicking Sir Thomas More she fumbled wildly at the floor. Her finger's breadth brushed over the key. She grabbed at it. Only to tap it out of her grasp. She tried to shuffle herself round off to recover it. She caught sight of it in the corner of her eye. She reached for it, grabbed it, picked it up. Yes, she had it. But her sentence had run out !



"Verity !"Her mom's shocked cry froze her in place and she slowly turned her fountainhead to wait up at her mom. She stood in the doorway. Her one hand on the frame, the other pulled up to her mouthpiece. Her expression one of horror and shock.



"I'm sorry mom,"trueness said looking up at her. Angela could not reply, she was too shocked by the sight before her. What was her daughter doing ? Why did she give Angela's play box ? The one she kept for if her Dom, Robb, wanted to bring when he came stave."I was looking for my birthday present,"the true added, which explained what she was doing in Angela's way. That did not explain why she knelt on the base with a set of mammilla clips on her breasts and her one arm and leg fastened together. Nor did it explain the red scratch on her legs and side. Looking down at her teenage daughter Angela began to find worry facts. number one Verity had yet to remove the magazine from her nipples. Second, her breathing was dead, almost gasping. And it was more than just awe at being caught. The deliquium red flush on her face and chest showed that. Her eyes were all-embracing and bright. Angela felt sealed that if she were to get hold of down between trueness's second joint she would feel moistness. All of which was very interesting.



"Give me the key to those handlock,"Angela said, in a piercing tonicity. Verity nodded and held up the key. Taking it off her Angela crouched down behind truth to unmake the cuffs and release her daughter. As she did she took a cryptic breath in, yes there was the shadowy hint of arousal. verity was just like her, the hurting aroused her. Angela gave a quick smile behind Verity's back. Once the cuffs were undone she stood up, as she did she grabbed the humble flogger trueness had obviously used on herself from where it had been dropped. Standing Angela hid the flogger behind her back.



"On your invertebrate foot,"Angela ordered. verity obeyed quickly, standing with her fountainhead down. voice of that was her expecting to be in trouble. However, it was also the staring submissive position."So, you wanted to bump your nowadays and you think that allows you to reckon through my private things ?"Angela said, Verity looked up and opened her mouth to verbalise."No, you don't get to verbalize !"Angela snapped, verity's eyes went astray as her electrical shock at the sharp look flashed across her look."You don't speak unless I tell you to, nod if you understand."Verity gasped slightly, then nodded."proficient little girl,"Angela told her watching her daughter's reaction. Yes, there was jounce at the feel Angela was using. She had never spoken to the true in such a harsh tincture before. But also she spotted a trice of emotion in her eyes. A flash Angela knew well, one that showed Verity was open to being submissive. It had been a long time since Angela had felt any dominant tendencies. At heart, she was a submissive. But had played the rife in her past. When she was younger and still feeling out her way in the BDSM creation. Now, for some grounds, she wanted to be her daughter's first dominant experience.



"We have a situation 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 kind of punishment. The inquiry is what kind of penalisation should I give you ?"Angela said in as stern a step she could manage. Making herself stand as upright as she could. Putting a hard expression on her face."I could just ground you, two calendar week would do. No phone, no TV, no going out at all."Verity looked up at her with extensive 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 the true's nipples. She pulled on it firmly, not so hard it risked ripping the magazine off but enough to adulterate the nipples out. verity gasped in hurting. But, nearly importantly Angela caught the rosiness on her girl's impertinence and the flash in her optic that indicated that infliction also caused pleasure. Angela hid her pauperization to smile. Yes, it was most certainly like mother like daughter. Angela held her suitcase on the range for an supererogatory twain of second gear. Watching Verity's boldness as she did. Seeing the way she sucked in her hint, breath that shortened under the sense datum. Her eyes flashed with uncontrolled foreplay. Angela hid another smile as she released the chain.



"Ah yes, if you are grounded you can't go out with your acquaintance for your birthday. You've been looking forward to visiting the nightclub for a while haven't you ?"truth opened her back talk to speak, then caught the look on Angela's expression. Closing her mouth she instead gave a quick nod. It seemed her girl was a quick scholar."It would be a shame 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 cover. Verity's heart flicked down to it and widened. For a moment her external respiration stopped, when it started up again it was tighter. Oh yes, it seemed trueness was interested in that possible theme.

"There is another option of path,"Angela said slowly. Verity looked up at her with her big eyes. Angela ran her regard down Verity's body. Past her daughter's plump breasts and over her flat abdomen to her rung thighs with the swoon red marks from where Verity had used the flogger on herself."The early alternative is for you to go over to my bed. Climb onto it and kneel to wait for me to finish what you started with my flogger."Angela lifted the flogger up to undulate 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 awe of what it would have in mind if she wandered over to the bed. The probable bother, against the loss of her dark out. Angela saw the moment her daughter made her choice. Her eyes closed for a few moments. When the opened there was a luminousness to them, and a heat in them that sent a thrill through Angela. Without a Christian Bible the true turned and walked across the bedroom to the bed. As Angela watched trueness reached the bed. For a bit she hesitated, then seemed to clean up her spine 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, handcuff, and the blindfold. She considered the gag but left it. For the first clip, it would be better if trueness could address. And Angela wanted to pick up her daughter call as she punished her. Carrying the detail she had chosen, along with the flogger still in her script, she moved to the bed and dropped all the items onto the bed in full sentiment of truth. She heard her daughter suck in a breath. Angela turned her head to hide her smiling. It would not do to set aside her sub see her smile at that reaction. And now, that was exactly what Verity was, her sub.

"right wing,"Angela said."I know I told you to be silent but from now on in I need you to be vocal music. When I ask a interrogative sentence you will serve, do you understand ?"Verity nodded,"Out tawdry Verity."Angela snapped.

"Yes mom,"Verity said quickly.

"Do not call me mom during this time. Call me Mistress or Ma am."Angela said.

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

"Good girl, you need to call up to serve me clearly. Before we fully get started we need to set dominion. The primary one being that you are not to harmonise 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 stop over without realising what you are saying. So, we need to set a word, a safe word. If you say this word I will stop what I am doing instantly."Angela considered for a present moment then gave a diminished grinning."rhubarb plant that will be your dependable word."It was a serious choice. Verity hated Rhubarb, it was the solely fruit she would not eat. So it should not be hard for Verity to call up it."Do you translate me, Verity ?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And what is your safe word ?"

"rhubarb Mistress."

"wellspring done, do not forget it. I will do things that will make you feel uncomfortable, I am going to punish you for what you did. If you find you can not take it, if the punishment is too much, use your dependable tidings. Do you understand ?"

"Yes kept woman,"Verity's tone was shaky. Angela could see the touch of concern in her daughter's eyes.

"If you feel like you can not do this tell 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 punish me, Mistress."Verity stammered over the Word but managed to say them clearly.

"Good miss,"Angela said letting her pride display through in her Book and expression. Angela picked up the blindfold."Time for me to put this on. Do not care though. I will not depart you. I am not moving from the position of the bed while you wear the blindfold. This is a matter of trust, do you swear me, trueness ?"Angela asked the question in as flat a tint as she could.

"Yes schoolmarm,"truth answered without any hesitation. Her blue eyes looked up at her filled with cartel. The corporate trust of a daughter of her mother and the beginning of the cartel between a Sub and their Dom. Angela again let her face shine with her superbia. Letting trueness see it. Before wrapping the blindfold around her look and tying it behind her head. Instantly trueness's breathing tightened further.

"I am still here Verity,"Angela told her, putting her hand on her spinal column."Now, lay down on your front on the bed please."Gingerly trueness did as asked. Angela moved down the bed, bringing the spreader bar with her. She brushed her finger's breadth down Verity. Letting her flavour the contact and fuck that she had not been left alone. At the end of the bed, Angela placed the bar below Verity's invertebrate foot. Reaching down she took hold of one of Verity's ankles. She pulled it over to the end fastening on the bar and quickly fastened it around her ankle. She quickly took the other ankle and fastened that up. Forcing Verity's legs wide on the bed. Angela looked down at her girl's spread legs. At the way that location tightened her buns and thighs. She moved back up the bed, still brushing her digit over the true's skin.

"Are you still ok the true ?"She asked.

"Yes Mistress,"trueness answered, her voice unsealed but clear.

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

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"Good girl, now I need you to get to your hands up to grasp the slats 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 fashion. Angela picked up the cuffs and curled them around one of the slats. They were made of metallic element, Angela had got them customs made. Solid bars of metal rather than the formula weaker and core out metal slat that normal headboards were made of. With the handcuff hooked around one metal slat, Angela fastened them to the true's carpus. Pinning her hands above her headway. Standing up she looked down at her daughter. Running her gaze over her au naturel, exposed consistency. Seeing how blench her tegument was, how smooth. It called to the dominant part in her. She wanted to mark it, the idea that she was going to be the first to do so post a tingle of pleasance through her. In a weird way, it felt decent that she would be the first person to leave scrape on her girl's skin. Angela's breathing shortened as she looked down at Verity. Then she lent down and picked up the flogger. Reaching over she let the fronds brush against Verity's thigh. She heard her daughter's soft hiss and saw her suck in a sharp breath.

"This is penalty, but it is also delight. This flogger is softer than it could be. So it will not be as sharp on your skin. I was going to ground you for two weeks so instead, I will establish you xiv lashes."the true gave a small mew of fear."Are you ok for me to continue ?"Angela asked making certain.

"Y, Yes schoolma'am,"the true said in a low voice.

"Good, remember if this becomes too much what news do you say ?"

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"Correct,"Angela said as she lifted the flogger up into the air. She heard truth's breathing tighten into soft gasps. Saw her organic structure trembling in anticipation. Angela held her showtime blow, stretching out that bit. trueness shifted, tipping her head to one side as if trying to get wind Angela.

"mistress,"she began to say. Angela struck, bringing the scourger down onto truth's left buttock. A concentrated C, not full-of-the-moon force-out, but enough to sting. trueness cried out and her body jolted on the bed. Angela lifted the scourger up and held it for a moment. Then brought it down onto her other buttock with be force-out. The blast incited another cry from her daughter. A sharp sound of impact and infliction. Angela's succeeding coke landed squarely in the heart, the fronds straddling both buns. the true's cry was sharper, her body shuddering with the impact.

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

"Yes mistress, sorry I forgot. Yes, I am ok, that damage 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 buttock met her go away thigh. Then she struck the thigh. Moving down she put two Thomas More lashes onto the back of the second joint. Moving down so the close bump was nearly on the spine of her human knee. Then she moved to her early second joint, starting with the lowest reversal she copied her blows on this thigh in black eye. Moving up so the last of the four blows was against the seam of her right cheek. the true gasped and cried out with each blow. Her ramification jolting sharply, Angela frowned.

"You will have to instruct to be still trueness, but that will come with time."She said in a dissatisfied timbre. Verity did not respond."Are you still with me the true, are you ok ?"For a brace of endorsement there was no response then finally Verity spoke.

"Yes, I'm still ok,"she said. Her voice soft, almost floaty. Angela Lent over to see at Verity's side and saw that her daughter was at least partially into subspace. Umm, she was so like Angela. It did not take much to put her into that province of come near bliss.

"trade good, only three more blow to go,"she told her. The first of these was harder than the others. Lashing the scourger down onto Verity's left buttock again. She gave a sharp squeal and her body arched away from the blow. The second snow was across the early buttock with equate force.

"Fuck !"verity shouted and bucked under the blow. Angela raised her eyebrow at that. She had never heard her girl use salaciousness like that before. For the last setback, Angela angled the smasher to fall between the true's legs. At the bottom of her buttocks and so the fronds would flick unit of ammunition to the front man."FUCK !"Verity's cry was screamed out and she jolted hard on the bed. Her manus pulling at the headboard making the entirely 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 Simon Marks. Painting her pale skin in the most appealing way. Angela dropped the flogger and moved forwards. Putting one knee on the bed to steady herself she reached down to refer her daughter 's ass. Running her fingers over the reddened flesh. Verity lay on the bed sucking in air sharply. Her body shaking softly under Angela's touch. Angela ran her hands over verity's firm ass and down her thighs.

"Oh, baby girl your peel is so hot. You look so beautiful with the redness on your body."Angela said in a soft vocalisation. truth gave a pocket-sized mew in reply.

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

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

"Yes, fancy woman it did."

"Oh my pretty child, you are just like your mother,"Angela said, brushing her fingers back up her thigh. Rubbing at the bend between her buttock and thigh. verity gave a soft moan, not of pain but this was one of delight. Angela slid her paw further under her second joint, rubbing at the other mouth of the true's pussy. Her fingerbreadth touched moistness as she did."Baby young lady, you're aroused aren't you,"Angela said, more a affirmation than a question.

"Yes Mistress,"the true replied with a mix of embarrassment and cushion in her voice. Angela smiled as she continued to rub softly at truth's prohibited lips. She felt Verity moving, shifting as if she was trying to push herself against Angela's fingers. Angela lifted them away and Verity gave a subconscious mind mew of complaint. Quickly Angela moved to snaffle the broadcaster bar and used it to flip verity onto her back. The girl hissed as her raw pelt landed on the bed. Then gave a soft gasp as Angela pulled the blindfold off and looked her straightaway in the middle. Sliding her digit up the inside of verity's leg as she did.

"You want More my trivial sub ?"She asked in a smell laced with desire.

"I, I don't understand,"Verity started to say. Then stopped as Angela held her hand between her second joint. Nearly touching her pussy but not pipe down."Please, I want it Mistress,"Verity said after a instant. Angela quickly pressed her fingers into the moist flesh of her daughter's sex. Pushing her finger into the labia and feel just how wet she was.

"Fuck babe girl you're soaked."She gasped as she pushed her fingers deeper into her anatomy. Pressing one digit against the fond entrance. Then sliding it inside. Instantly it was gripped by the smashed passage as she pushed the finger into verity's body.

"Yessss,"truth hissed and rocked into Angela's hand. Angela gasped at just how wet her girl 's cunt was. Along with the wanton way she was rocking against her hired man. It was obvious that her girl was not as innocent as Angela had believed. Not that it was a problem, Angela could not talk. Her sexual experience had started way earlier that her parents would have ever thought reasonable. So what if her girl was the like. With that in judgment, Angela began to fuck verity with her finger. Sliding it in deep with warm thrusts. Then adding a second fingerbreadth to debase her daughter 's pussy wider. truth groaned and pushed herself up into Angela 's hand. Angela decided to get back some mastery. She pressed her free hand onto Verity 's stomach and pushed her down into the bed.

'' Do n't move girl, lay still and necessitate it, '' Angela said in a needlelike tone. Using her one hand she pinned the true onto the bed and continued to feel her.

'' Please, schoolma'am, '' Verity begged. Trying to push into Angela 's hand again.

'' No, check moving ! '' Angela snapped and pulled her fingers out of trueness. The young lady gave a soft sob of distress.

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

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

'' But it 's so hard. ``

'' I know but you will savor it more, rely me. ``

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

'' good lady friend, let 's try this again, '' Angela said sliding two fingers back into Verity 's souse pussy. the true groaned and almost pushed up, but managed to arrest herself still. `` Good young woman, '' Angela said as she began to fuck her snatch hard. Thrusting both finger in as mysterious as they would go. The sound of her finger's breadth thrusting in and out filled the air. But was soon drowned by truth 's cries of Passion of Christ. Those cries increased as Angela made indisputable the hound of her palm was pressed against Verity 's clit.

the true 's hands clawed above her head. Gripping and then releasing the bars of the headboard repeatedly. Angela saw how her hint was coming in discriminating gasps. Felt as Verity fought not to proceed. She could feel the tension in her daughter 's stomach as she struggled with the need to make a motion. Angela was merciless. Driving her fingerbreadth in and out with a punishing rhythm. Then rubbing her thumb over Verity 's clit. The girl cried out sharply.

'' Oh ass, mom ... fancy woman. '' She screamed as her consistency 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 finger herself to allay the ache between her thighs. Watching her daughter coming undone like this was hot. In a terrifying and arousing manner. Angela had never been interested in cleaning lady before. She had always been totally straight. But right now she wanted to be with trueness. Wanted to learn as her girl came, wanted to be the one to cause it. And part of her want Verity to be the one who dealt with the aching in her snatch.

'' Fuck, oh bonk mom I 'm, oh fuck I 'm come together. '' trueness moaned loudly. Angela had never heard her girl use spoken language like that before. Maybe she should punish her for it later. For now, she wanted to see her girl coming.

'' You need to come babe ? '' Angela asked Verity, who nodded in reply. `` Remember you need to tell me not just nod. ''

'' Yes I 'm so close mom, schoolmistress please do n't stop over, '' truth begged wildly, losing the battle against her need to motivate. Her hip joint rocking slightly into Angela 's hand. Angela frowned, then thinking of the perfect punishment and reward.

'' In that case infant girl, '' she said reaching up to transfix the chain attached to the nipple clipping on Verity 's knocker. `` semen for me, hand it to me. '' She snarled as she pulled on the chain. Stretching the true 's nipples out. truth screamed sharply then erupt into her orgasm. Her scream of nuisance changing to a waste screeching of passion. Her trunk shuddering and rocking on the bed as she orgasmed. Angela pushed her girl, fucking her gruelling to stretch out her orgasm. truth gasped loudly, desperately as Angela's legal action worked. Pushing her orgasm on to stronger and entire duration. Until finally truth collapsed into the bed, panting punishing and lying limp. Angela slipped her fingerbreadth from her pussy, lifting them up to her lips as she licked her daughter's juice from them. Watching trueness's centre widen as she did so.

"My baby girl,"Angela said in a low husky vox."That was quite an climax you had there. I'm thought process that you're not as innocent as I may cause thought."Verity's face flushed deeper and she half opened her mouth as if to deny it."I'm not angry Verity, you are a beautiful young 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 unmake the attachment on trueness's mortise joint. Then lent up to unmake the turnup around her wrist. When she had she reached down to run her hand over truth's cheek.

"Are you still ok baby girl ?"She asked softly, verity nodded softly.

"Yes, it hurt but it was dependable. And then when you touched me I was so turned on."Verity said in a slightly shocked tone. Angela pulled her up to hug her, then rested her head on her genu.

"Baby daughter 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 play 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 respectable. As he likes to end his scenes with sex, peachy sex in fact."

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

"Umm, not unless you feel it's Wyrd. I know he has two early subservient's who he sees."

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

"I think we need to give birth a short talk of the town about what you've just jumped into. Then, I can stage a encounter between him and you if you want."the true gave it a short thought then nodded with a small smile. Angela recognised that grin, knowing she had it on her nerve. A smile of desire and pleasure. It meant that their kinship was changing beyond that of just mother and daughter .