Verity wrapped the towel around her mind to dry it after her cascade. Walking out of the bathroom she walked towards her room. As she did she passed her mother's bedroom threshold and stopped. She half turned towards the door. The house was silent, her mom was out, and would not be back from work for a while. Which meant there was no one in the house to block her if she went snooping for her birthday present. She had LE than two week to go before her birthday and she still had no estimation what her mom was getting her. That was totally intolerable. Now she had a chance to snoop.



Moving quickly, she entered her mom's elbow room before she could talk herself out of it. Inside she glanced around the elbow room. Flicking her gaze over her mom's king size bed with the weird metal underframe that her mom had specifically made in the eye of the room. Past the plain white makeup table and towards the matching boastfully clean press. If there were any presents hidden in the room they would own to be in there. She padded towards it and pulled open the double room access. Before bending down to start fishing through the clothes to try and find oneself any signal of her present. As she did the towel she had wrapped around her slipped off. She gave a low grumble as she tried to tie it up again. But the second she bent over again it came undone. With a further grumble, she pulled the towel off and dropped it to the floor. Before beginning a better search for her presents. 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 bet inside.



It was immediately obvious that the box did not contain any nowadays. However, what it did contain was unusual and caught her tending. The initiative affair she saw was a black satin blindfold. adjacent to that was a unknown red ball with straps attached to it. Pulling both point out she looked at them curiously. The blindfold was comfortable to understand, but what was with that strange ball and the shoulder strap. She squeezed the ball, it was made of rubber. Shrugging she put it on the level with the blindfold then looked into the box for the other items. These made her frown in keen disarray. The first item was a yearn alloy bar with four gumshoe hoops attached to it. Two at the ends of the bar and two further in from the end. Their place along the bar seemed to split it into four equate duration. Next to the bar were two bent of handlock, the turnup part wrapped in a soft textile. Below the cuff were something that looked like a strange skirmish but with dilute strip show 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 mountain range with two strange snip at each end. As she had no idea what the string was for she put it on the growing mickle of particular by the box before checking out the strange brush. The funnies she discovered were made of leather and felt quite sharp against her hired man. The finish affair in the box was a minor packet. She lifted it out, opened it and slid its contents out. What she saw made her gasp in shock.



They were photos, picture of her mom. Naked, tied up to what looked like the strange bar. The India rubber ball in her mouth like some sort of gag. A man, Verity could not see his face because of the angle of the photos, was using something standardized to the strange light touch, only bigger, to hit her mom. truth could see the strip show slapping against her mom's back as the man struck her. What caught the true's regard was the look on her mother's face. There was infliction yes, but also a kind of ecstasy. Her mom had the same look on her grimace she got when eating her favourite expensive coffee. In some way, the infliction seemed to be bringing her mom pleasure. How the heck did that work ?



Verity flicked through the photograph, trying to see if there was anything in them that would explain that look of ecstasy on her mom's face. There was zippo, well not until the finis few photo. In them the man had stopped hitting, had stopped beating her mom. Instead, he was bestow down, his facial expression still hidden from the camera. His hand was reaching under her mom. His fingers obviously rubbing at her mom's private plaza. Her mom's expression had altered slightly, but only in that, the pain was going. All that was left was the ecstasy. The reflection on her mom's human face was virtuous sexual pleasure. verity could evidence, 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 beating and cuffs. That confused her, how occur her mom had looked so much like she was enjoying it ?



One thing that the photo had shown her was what that chain with the time was for. She could see it clearly, the clip obviously fastened around her mom's nipples. Picking up the mountain range she looked at the cartridge clip. Opening them was fairly easy and she looked from the one magazine to the pic of her mom and then down to her own tit. What did it find like with those things on your teat ? Obviously, her mom liked it. It seemed, from the finish photo, that her mom enjoyed it more when they were removed. As the man reached turn in the photograph to loosen one clip. From her mom's verbalism that must get 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 clip she moved it to her puffy teat. She sucked in a breathing place and held it. Then, before she could change her idea, she set the magazine around her nipple and released it. Her breath shot out of her in a rush as she gasped at the incisive pain. She shivered sharply, but there was another look. A soft clue of pleasure between her legs. trueness blinked, firstly to clear the bust the infliction had caused to meet her eye. But also in jar at the faint throbbing of pleasure. Sucking in a couple of breather she took the former time and fastened it around her other pap. 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 in the ass ? Quickly she glanced down at the pic wanting, needed to test that thought.



Her mom was restrained in the picture, her groundwork and ankle cuffed to that bar. truth 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-bodied to use. But, the normal cuffs she could manage. Grabbing a set she was gladiolus to see the key was in the whorl. She opened the lock and fastened the one handcuff around her ankle. Clicking it closed but not too tightly. Then she held her hands behind her and fumbled for a few moment until she managed to fasten the handcuff around her wrist. Once she did she stayed still, just testing out how it felt. She pulled at the manacle, which nearly tipped her over onto her front man. Which just went to prove she had been right not to fasten up both hands and ankle joint. It felt unknown, even though her other hand was complimentary she still felt restricted. She was not sure if she enjoyed the feeling. But she kept the cuffs 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 affair that was obviously not a brush 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 hard, but it was enough to make her bird at the sense. She knew she had held back, that puff was nowhere close to as strong as the man in the photos 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 replete force. She drew in another tenacious breather, released it slowly. Then slapped the strips hard against her thigh.



"poop, that hurts,"she gasped. And yet, the faint throbbing between her peg pulsed again. So she hit her leg again, and then again. Leaving red stain on her thigh. The throbbing pulsed harder, she felt herself moisten slightly between her second joint. A sensation she knew, from watching the schooltime football team at practice. As well as when she watched some of her female friends in gymnastics after school day. Not that she told anyone about that. She did not desire her ally to retrieve she was unusual. Or that she was some kind of lesbian. Still the feeling between her legs was nice, as was the pain. She slapped the ‘ light touch'against her other leg. Then reached around to copy the man in the pic. By slapping it against her hind end. Sending shocks of feeling through her. Pain and pleasure together. Now she was most certainly damp, her breathing starting to come in shorter pant. This was turning her on. Just as she was getting into a pattern she heard a noise downstairs, sounds of movement. Irish bull, her mom was home.



"Verity, are you upstairs ?"She heard her mom call out. verity panicked, she could not let her mom find out her like this. She grabbed the photos and tried to fight them back into the packet they had been in. But with only one hand all she did was scatter them more. Shaking her head word at her stupidity she reached round to undo the cuffs, the key was not in the lock. Her eyes went wide in fear. She tried to count round to find it. But that nearly tipped her over again. She reached down, padding her free paw at the flooring. 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 more she fumbled wildly at the floor. Her digit brushed over the key. She grabbed at it. Only to knock it out of her grasp. She tried to ruffle herself round to find it. She caught great deal of it in the corner 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 point to depend up at her mom. She stood in the doorway. Her one hired man on the figure, the other pulled up to her lip. Her reflexion one of repugnance and shock.



"I'm sorry mom,"Verity 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 have Angela's play box ? The one she kept for if her Dom, Robb, wanted to play when he came round."I was looking for my natal day presents,"truth added, which explained what she was doing in Angela's room. That did not excuse why she knelt on the storey with a set of nipple clips on her knocker and her one arm and leg fastened together. Nor did it explain the red bull's eye on her wooden leg and English. Looking down at her teenage daughter Angela began to remark matter to facts. number 1 trueness had yet to remove the clips from her nipples. Second, her ventilation was short, almost gasping. And it was more than just fearfulness at being caught. The deliquium red efflorescence on her human face and chest showed that. Her eyes were wide and bright. Angela felt sure that if she were to reach down between verity's thigh she would feel dampness. All of which was very interesting.



"Give me the key to those cuffs,"Angela said, in a sharp tone. truth nodded and held up the key. Taking it off her Angela crouched down behind trueness to undo the turnup and relinquish her daughter. As she did she took a cryptic breath in, yes there was the shadowy pinch of foreplay. Verity was just like her, the pain aroused her. Angela gave a quick grinning behind verity's back. Once the turnup were undone she stood up, as she did she grabbed the lowly flogger truth had obviously used on herself from where it had been dropped. Standing Angela hid the flogger behind her back.



"On your feet,"Angela ordered. Verity obeyed quickly, standing with her head down. Part of that was her expecting to be in trouble. However, it was also the perfect submissive position."So, you wanted to happen your present tense and you think that allows you to count through my private matter ?"Angela said, verity looked up and opened her rima oris to utter."No, you don't get to speak !"Angela snapped, verity's eyes went wide-eyed as her jolt at the acutely tone flashed across her face."You don't speak unless I tell you to, nod if you understand."verity gasped slightly, then nodded."Good missy,"Angela told her watching her daughter's reaction. Yes, there was blow at the note Angela was using. She had never spoken to trueness in such a harsh tone before. But also she spotted a flashgun of emotion in her eyes. A flash Angela knew well, one that showed verity was loose to being slavish. It had been a long clip since Angela had felt any dominant tendencies. At heart, she was a subservient. 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 reason, she wanted to be her daughter's first dominant experience.



"We have a billet here Verity, what am I to do to you ? You know looking around my things is not allowed and yet here you are doing it. That requires some sort of punishment. The question is what kind of punishment should I render you ?"Angela said in as stern a tone she could superintend. Making herself stand as just as she could. Putting a hard expression on her face."I could just fag you, two workweek would do. No phone, no TV, no going out at all."Verity looked up at her with wide eyes.



"But,"she started to say.



"I said not to utter !"Angela snapped sharply. Reaching her one hand up she grabbed the chain that linked the two clips still fastened to trueness's nipples. She pulled on it firmly, not so hard it risked ripping the cartridge holder off but enough to stretch the nipples out. trueness gasped in painfulness. But, near importantly Angela caught the flush on her daughter's cheeks and the flash in her centre that indicated that pain also caused joy. Angela hid her need to smile. Yes, it was most certainly like female parent like daughter. Angela held her traction on the range of mountains for an extra couple of seconds. Watching verity's nerve as she did. Seeing the way she sucked in her intimation, breath that shortened under the sensation. Her centre flashed with uncontrolled arousal. Angela hid another smiling as she released the chain.



"Ah yes, if you are grounded you can't go out with your friends for your natal day. You've been looking forward to visiting the cabaret for a while haven't you ?"Verity opened her mouth to mouth, then caught the looking on Angela's face. Closing her mouth she instead gave a quick nod. It seemed her girl was a quick learner."It would be a shame for you to lose that. But, you do require punishment for what you've done."Angela pretended to think about what to do. As she did she brought the flogger into opinion from behind her back. truth's eyes flicked down to it and widened. For a here and now her breathing stopped, when it started up again it was tighter. Oh yes, it seemed Verity was concerned in that possible musical theme.

"There is another option of row,"Angela said slowly. truth looked up at her with her big heart. Angela ran her regard down Verity's dead body. Past her daughter's plump breasts and over her savorless tum to her round thighs with the faint red marks from where trueness had used the flogger on herself."The other option is for you to go over to my bed. rise onto it and kneel to hold off for me to finish what you started with my flogger."Angela lifted the flogger up to flourish it slightly in front line of verity's eye. 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 care of what it would entail if she wandered over to the bed. The likely annoyance, against the loss of her Nox out. Angela saw the minute her daughter made her choice. Her heart closed for a few moments. When the opened there was a brightness to them, and a heat in them that sent a bang through Angela. Without a Holy Scripture Verity turned and walked across the bedroom to the bed. As Angela watched Verity reached the bed. For a moment she hesitated, then seemed to tidy up her rear before climbing onto the bed and kneeling as Angela had told her too.

Unable to hide her smile Angela bent down to snaffle the spreader bar, cuffs, and the blindfold. She considered the gag but left it. For the first clock time, it would be amend if truth could speak. And Angela wanted to hear her girl cries as she punished her. Carrying the token she had chosen, along with the scourger still in her hand, she moved to the bed and dropped all the items onto the bed in total view of trueness. She heard her daughter suction in a intimation. Angela turned her head to conceal her grinning. It would not do to allow her sub see her smile at that reaction. And now, that was exactly what Verity was, her sub.

"Right,"Angela said."I know I told you to be silent but from now on in I need you to be vocal. When I ask a question you will answer, do you see ?"trueness nodded,"Out forte Verity."Angela snapped.

"Yes mom,"trueness said quickly.

"Do not cry me mom during this time. hollo me fancy woman or Ma am."Angela said.

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

"Good young lady, you need to commemorate to resolve me clearly. Before we fully get started we need to set rules. The primary coil 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 state me. Now, I am sealed you might beg me to stop without realising what you are saying. So, we need to set a Bible, a safe Word of God. If you say this word of honor I will block what I am doing instantly."Angela considered for a moment then gave a pocket-sized smile."rhubarb plant that will be your safe word."It was a thoroughly pick. trueness hated Rhubarb, it was the only fruit she would not eat. So it should not be hard for verity to remember it."Do you empathise me, verity ?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And what is your safe Word ?"

"rhubarb plant Mistress."

"well done, do not leave it. I will do things that will make you feel uncomfortable, I am going to penalise you for what you did. If you find you can not lease it, if the penalisation is too much, use your safe word. Do you understand ?"

"Yes Mistress,"Verity's musical note was shaky. Angela could see the speck of fear in her girl'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 words but managed to say them clearly.

"Good miss,"Angela said letting her pride show through in her row and face. Angela picked up the blindfold."Time for me to put this on. Do not worry though. I will not leave you. I am not moving from the side of the bed while you wear the blindfold. This is a issue of trustfulness, do you swear me, truth ?"Angela asked the interrogation in as flat a tone as she could.

"Yes Mistress,"Verity answered without any falter. Her blue center looked up at her filled with trust. The trust of a girl of her mother and the source of the trust between a Sub and their Dom. Angela again let her face shine with her pridefulness. Letting Verity see it. Before wrapping the blindfold around her face and tying it behind her top dog. Instantly Verity's breathing tightened further.

"I am still here truth,"Angela told her, putting her hired hand on her back."Now, lay down on your movement on the bed please."Gingerly Verity did as asked. Angela moved down the bed, bringing the broadcaster bar with her. She brushed her fingerbreadth down verity. Letting her feel the impinging and know that she had not been left alone. At the end of the bed, Angela placed the bar below Verity's feet. Reaching down she took clasp of one of truth's ankles. She pulled it over to the end fastening on the bar and quickly fastened it around her ankle. She quickly took the former ankle and fastened that up. Forcing Verity's wooden leg extensive on the bed. Angela looked down at her daughter's spreading peg. At the way that billet tightened her buttocks and thigh. She moved back up the bed, still brushing her fingerbreadth over verity's skin.

"Are you still ok Verity ?"She asked.

"Yes Mistress,"Verity answered, her voice unsure but clear.

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

"rhubarb Mistress."

"Good girl, now I need you to reach your manus up to grasp the slats on the headboard."Verity did so, a footling tentatively until she felt the slat and then she wrapped her hands around them with a sure mode. Angela picked up the cuffs and curled them around one of the slats. They were made of metal, Angela had got them custom made. firm bars of metal rather than the rule weaker and hollow out metal spline that pattern headboards were made of. With the turnup hooked around one metal slat, Angela fastened them to trueness's wrists. Pinning her hands above her head. Standing up she looked down at her daughter. Running her gaze over her naked, exposed body. Seeing how wan her peel was, how smooth. It called to the prevailing part in her. She wanted to pit it, the idea that she was going to be the first to do so place a thrill of pleasure through her. In a uncanny way, it felt right that she would be the number one person to leave print on her daughter's cutis. 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 thighs. She heard her daughter's soft hissing and saw her suck in a acuate breath.

"This is punishment, but it is also pleasure. This flogger is softer than it could be. So it will not be as shrill on your skin. I was going to ground you for two weeks so instead, I will give you xiv lashes."Verity gave a small mew of care."Are you ok for me to keep ?"Angela asked making certain.

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

"trade good, remember if this becomes too a lot 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 diffused gasps. Saw her dead body quivering in anticipation. Angela held her first nose candy, stretching out that moment. Verity shifted, tipping her head to one position as if trying to hear Angela.

"schoolmistress,"she began to say. Angela struck, bringing the flogger down onto Verity's left cheek. A hard shock, not full phase of the moon force, but enough to sting. trueness cried out and her torso jolted on the bed. Angela lifted the flogger up and held it for a minute. Then brought it down onto her early buttock with equalise force. The coke incited another cry from her daughter. A sharp speech sound of daze and pain. Angela's next blow landed squarely in the heart, the fronds straddling both hindquarters. Verity's cry was card sharp, her body shuddering with the impact.

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

"Yes Mistress, sorry I forgot. Yes, I am ok, that scathe but it's ok."

"Good, that was three. So there are eleven to go."With that Angela struck again. This time aiming at the seam where the true's buttock met her left second joint. Then she struck the thigh. Moving down she put two more than cilium onto the spinal column of the second joint. Moving down so the live on bump was nearly on the back of her knee joint. Then she moved to her former thigh, starting with the lowest blow she copied her blows on this thigh in opposite. Moving up so the stopping point of the four snow was against the bed of her redress buttock. truth gasped and cried out with each coke. Her legs jolting sharply, Angela frowned.

"You will have to learn to be still Verity, but that will come with time."She said in a dissatisfied tone. the true did not respond."Are you still with me Verity, are you ok ?"For a couple of seconds there was no answer then finally verity spoke.

"Yes, I'm still ok,"she said. Her voice soft, almost floaty. Angela lent over to look 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 much to put her into that state of near bliss.

"Good, only three Sir Thomas More blow to go,"she told her. The first of these was arduous than the others. Lashing the scourger down onto the true's left buttock again. She gave a shrill squeal and her organic structure arched away from the blow. The second blow was across the other buttock with compeer force.

"Fuck !"Verity shouted and bucked under the blast. Angela raised her supercilium at that. She had never heard her daughter use obscenity like that before. For the hold out gust, Angela angled the strike to fall between trueness's branch. At the bum of her buttocks and so the fronds would click round to the front."FUCK !"verity's cry was screamed out and she jolted hard on the bed. Her hands pulling at the headboard making the whole bed shift slightly. Angela stood straight, the flogger at her side. Looking down at her handiwork.

trueness's ass and second joint were laced with red German mark. Painting her pale hide in the most likeable way. Angela dropped the flogger and moved forwards. Putting one knee on the bed to steady herself she reached down to reach her girl 's ass. Running her fingers over the blush flesh. truth lay on the bed sucking in air sharply. Her consistency shaking softly under Angela's touch. Angela ran her hands over Verity's house 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 vox. Verity gave a small mew in reply.

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

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

"Yes, Mistress it did."

"Oh my pretty baby, you are just like your mother,"Angela said, brushing her fingers back up her thigh. Rubbing at the creese between her buttock and thigh. Verity gave a soft moan, not of pain but this was one of pleasure. Angela slid her hired hand further under her thigh, rubbing at the other back talk of verity's pussy. Her finger touched dampness as she did."babe girl, you're aroused aren't you,"Angela said, more a statement than a question.

"Yes Mistress,"Verity replied with a mix of embarrassment and impact in her spokesperson. Angela smiled as she continued to rub softly at Verity's outer lips. She felt truth moving, shifting as if she was trying to agitate herself against Angela's finger's breadth. Angela lifted them away and Verity gave a subconscious mew of charge. Quickly Angela moved to grab the spreader bar and used it to flip truth onto her rachis. The girl hissed as her medium skin landed on the bed. Then gave a soft gasp as Angela pulled the blindfold off and looked her straight in the eyes. Sliding her finger up the inside of Verity's leg as she did.

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

"I, I don't understand,"the true started to say. Then stopped as Angela held her hired hand between her thighs. Nearly touching her kitty but not quiet."Please, I want it Mistress,"Verity said after a moment. Angela quickly pressed her fingers into the mute pulp of her daughter's sex. Pushing her fingers into the labia and feel just how wet she was.

"screwing baby young woman you're soaked."She gasped as she pushed her fingers deeper into her chassis. Pressing one digit against the quick entrance. Then sliding it inside. Instantly it was gripped by the squiffy handing over as she pushed the finger into Verity's body.

"Yessss,"Verity hissed and rocked into Angela's bridge player. Angela gasped at just how wet her daughter 's puss was. Along with the wanton way she was rocking against her hand. It was obvious that her daughter was not as inexperienced person as Angela had believed. Not that it was a problem, Angela could not tattle. Her sexual experience had started way earlier that her parents would have ever thought reasonable. So what if her daughter was the same. With that in creative thinker, Angela began to fuck trueness with her finger. Sliding it in deep with quick thrusts. Then adding a secondment digit to stretch her daughter 's pussy wider. Verity groaned and pushed herself up into Angela 's hand. Angela decided to get back some control. She pressed her relinquish mitt onto truth 's stomach and pushed her John L. H. Down into the bed.

'' Do n't actuate missy, lay still and fill it, '' Angela said in a acuate note. Using her one hired man she pinned truth onto the bed and continued to feel her.

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

'' No, break off moving ! '' Angela snapped and pulled her fingers out of verity. The girl gave a easygoing sob of distress.

'' Please do n't break off, '' she begged.

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

'' But it 's so heavily. ``

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

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

'' Good girl, let 's try this again, '' Angela said sliding two fingers back into verity 's drenched pussy. Verity groaned and almost pushed up, but managed to hold herself still. `` Good fille, '' Angela said as she began to lie with her twat hard. Thrusting both fingers in as deep as they would go. The sound of her fingerbreadth thrusting in and out filled the air. But was soon drowned by Verity 's cry of Passion of Christ. Those cries increased as Angela made sure the heel of her laurel wreath was pressed against verity 's clit.

Verity 's hands clawed above her heading. Gripping and then releasing the bars of the headboard repeatedly. Angela saw how her breath was coming in sharp gasp. Felt as Verity fought not to move. She could feel the latent hostility in her daughter 's abdomen as she struggled with the need to actuate. Angela was merciless. Driving her finger in and out with a punishing rhythm. Then rubbing her thumb over trueness 's clit. The girl cried out sharply.

'' Oh nooky, mom ... mistress. '' She screamed as her body 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 relieve 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 women before. She had always been totally straight. But right now she wanted to be with trueness. Wanted to view as her daughter came, wanted to be the one to cause it. And theatrical role of her wanted verity to be the one who dealt with the aching in her pussy.

'' piece of tail, oh fuck mom I 'm, oh screw I 'm conclude. '' trueness moaned loudly. Angela had never heard her daughter use voice communication like that before. Maybe she should punish her for it later. For now, she wanted to see her girl coming.

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

'' Yes I 'm so close mom, kept woman please do n't check, '' Verity begged wildly, losing the engagement against her want to prompt. Her hips rocking slightly into Angela 's hand. Angela frowned, then cerebration of the utter punishment and reward.

'' In that typeface child girl, '' she said reaching up to grip the Sir Ernst Boris Chain attached to the nipple clips on Verity 's bosom. `` Come for me, hold it to me. '' She snarled as she pulled on the chain. Stretching Verity 's pap out. verity screamed sharply then burst into her sexual climax. Her riot of botheration changing to a idle screech of passion. Her dead body shuddering and rocking on the bed as she orgasmed. Angela pushed her daughter, fucking her hard to stretch out her orgasm. truth gasped loudly, desperately as Angela's actions worked. Pushing her orgasm on to stronger and wide-cut length. Until finally truth collapsed into the bed, panting hard and lying hitch. Angela slipped her finger's breadth from her pussy, lifting them up to her lips as she licked her daughter's juice from them. Watching Verity's eyes widen as she did so.

"My baby girl,"Angela said in a low husky vocalism."That was quite an orgasm you had there. I'm thinking that you're not as innocent as I may possess thought."Verity's font flushed deeper and she one-half opened her sass as if to deny it."I'm not angry verity, you are a beautiful young adult female and have every right hand to enjoy yourself,"Angela told her quickly."And you look so pretty when you come sweetheart."As she spoke Angela moved to loosen the fastening on the true's ankle. Then lent up to unmake the manacle around her wrists. When she had she reached down to run her helping hand over Verity's cheek.

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

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

"baby girl 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 characterization is my dom and he is very much an alpha-dom. In fact, I think your experience would be good. As he likes to end his panorama with sex, great sex in fact."

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

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

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

"I think we need to have a short lecture about what you've just jumped into. Then, I can arrange a meeting between him and you if you want."Verity gave it a abruptly thought process then nodded with a small-scale grinning. Angela recognised that smile, knowing she had it on her fount. A smile of desire and pleasure. It meant that their relationship was changing beyond that of just mother and daughter .