verity wrapped the towel around her head to dry it after her shower bath. Walking out of the lavatory she walked towards her room. As she did she passed her female parent's bedroom doorway and stopped. She half rick towards the doorway. 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 bar her if she went snooping for her birthday present. She had to a lesser extent than two weeks to go before her birthday and she still had no idea what her mom was getting her. That was totally intolerable. Now she had a opportunity to stag.



Moving quickly, she entered her mom's elbow room before she could talk herself out of it. Inside she glanced around the way. Flicking her gaze over her mom's king size of it bed with the eldritch alloy flesh that her mom had specifically made in the eye of the elbow room. Past the plain white war paint table and towards the matching large albumen closet. If there were any presents hidden in the elbow room they would have to be in there. She padded towards it and pulled open the stunt woman door. Before bending down to start sportfishing through the clothes to try and retrieve any sign of her present tense. 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 here and now she bent over again it came undone. With a further grumbling, 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 genu by it and lifted off the lid to look inside.



It was immediately obvious that the box did not turn back any present. However, what it did contain was strange and caught her attention. The foremost matter she saw was a smutty satin blindfold. following to that was a unusual red ball with strap attached to it. Pulling both items out she looked at them curiously. The blindfold was well-to-do to understand, but what was with that strange ball and the strap. She squeezed the clod, it was made of rubber. Shrugging she put it on the storey with the blindfold then looked into the box for the former items. These made her frown in great confusion. The beginning item was a hanker alloy bar with four gum elastic hoops attached to it. Two at the ends of the bar and two further in from the end. Their positions along the bar seemed to carve up it into four equal duration. adjacent to the bar were two sets of cuff, the whomp part wrapped in a soft material. Below the turnup were something that looked like a strange brush but with slight strips 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 clips at each end. As she had no mind what the chain was for she put it on the growing atomic pile of items by the box before checking out the strange brush. The strip show she discovered were made of leather and felt quite sharply against her helping hand. The finis thing in the box was a small packet. She lifted it out, opened it and slid its contents out. What she saw made her gasp in shock.



They were photograph, pic of her mom. Naked, tied up to what looked like the strange bar. The rubber testicle in her oral cavity like some kind of gag. A man, Verity could not see his face because of the angle of the photo, was using something similar to the strange brush, only bigger, to hit her mom. Verity could see the airstrip slapping against her mom's back as the man struck her. What caught the true's gaze was the flavor on her mother's fount. There was pain yes, but also a sort of Adam. Her mom had the same look on her face she got when eating her favourite expensive chocolate. In some way, the pain seemed to be bringing her mom delight. How the heck did that work ?



Verity flicked through the pic, trying to see if there was anything in them that would explain that look of disco biscuit on her mom's face. There was nothing, well not until the last few pictures. In them the man had stopped striking, had stopped beating her mom. Instead, he was lent down, his face still hidden from the camera. His helping hand was reaching under her mom. His finger's breadth obviously rubbing at her mom's private spot. Her mom's look had altered slightly, but only in that, the hurting was going. All that was left was the rapture. The expression on her mom's face was pure sexual joy. Verity could tell, 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 follow her mom had looked so a great deal like she was enjoying it ?



One matter that the photos had shown her was what that chain with the cartridge clip was for. She could see it clearly, the clips obviously fastened around her mom's nipples. Picking up the chain she looked at the magazine. Opening them was fairly easy and she looked from the one snip to the exposure of her mom and then down to her own knocker. What did it feel like with those things on your nipples ? Obviously, her mom liked it. It seemed, from the net photograph, 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 expression that must bear triggered something, Verity could guess what. Not that she had experienced an coming herself. In maliciousness of trying, as yet she had not orgasmed once.



Opening the one clip she moved it to her puffy nipple. She sucked in a breath and held it. Then, before she could change her mind, she set the magazine around her mamilla and released it. Her breath guesswork out of her in a boot as she gasped at the shrewd pain. She shivered sharply, but there was another notion. A soft hint of pleasure between her pegleg. verity blinked, firstly to clear the tears the pain had caused to fill her optic. But also in shock at the faint throb of pleasance. Sucking in a couple of breaths she took the other clip and fastened it around her early mamilla. The pain in the ass increased, making her sucking her breathing in through clinch teeth. But, the throb of pleasance between her legs increased. What was going on with her ? Was she like her mom, did she like infliction ? Quickly she glanced down at the photos wanting, needed to quiz that thought.



Her mom was restrained in the photo, her feet and ankle cuffed to that bar. Verity realised that she could not cuff herself up totally. But she could try a niggling. The bar seemed too complicated for her to be able to use. But, the convention manacle she could manage. Grabbing a set she was sword lily to see the key was in the lock. She opened the lock and fastened the one turnup around her ankle. Clicking it closed but not too tightly. Then she held her hands behind her and fumbled for a few irregular until she managed to fasten the cuff around her wrist. Once she did she stayed still, just testing out how it felt. She pulled at the cuffs, which nearly tipped her over onto her front. Which just went to prove she had been right not to fasten up both hands and ankles. It felt strange, even though her other hand was complimentary she still felt restricted. She was not sure if she enjoyed the touch sensation. 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 flight strip over her second joint. They felt frigid, firmly against her pelt. She wondered what it would feel like striking her leg. Before she could over cerebrate it she flicked them against her thigh. Not too hard, but it was enough to pee-pee her snort at the maven. She knew she had held back, that setback 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 full force. She drew in another retentive breathing place, released it slowly. Then slapped the slip hard against her thigh.



"Crap, that hurts,"she gasped. And yet, the syncope throbbing between her pegleg pulsed again. So she hit her leg again, and then again. Leaving red marks on her thigh. The throbbing pulsed harder, she felt herself deaden 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 booster in gymnastics after schooltime. Not that she told anyone about that. She did not desire her Friend to think she was unusual. Or that she was some sort of lesbian. Still the feeling between her legs was nice, as was the bother. She slapped the ‘ brush'against her other leg. Then reached around to copy the man in the photos. By slapping it against her derriere. Sending shocks of feeling through her. botheration and pleasure together. Now she was most certainly damp, her breathing starting to come in shorter gasps. This was turning her on. Just as she was getting into a pattern she heard a noise downstairs, sounds of movement. poop, her mom was home.



"Verity, are you upstairs ?"She heard her mom song out. verity panicked, she could not let her mom find out her like this. She grabbed the photos and tried to bear on them back into the packet they had been in. But with only one hand all she did was scatter them more. Shaking her head teacher at her stupidity she reached round to undo the cuffs, the key was not in the lock chamber. Her eyes went wide in fear. She tried to look round to find it. But that nearly tipped her over again. She reached down, padding her gratis hand at the floor. Desperate to find the key.



"the true, are you ok ?"Her mom called, then she heard footfall on the stairs. Her mom was coming upstairs. Panicking more she fumbled wildly at the base. Her fingers brushed over the key. She grabbed at it. Only to rap it out of her grasp. She tried to shamble herself round out to find 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 time had run out !



"Verity !"Her mom's shocked cry froze her in place and she slowly turned her drumhead to look up at her mom. She stood in the threshold. Her one paw on the frame, the other pulled up to her lip. Her construction one of horror and shock.



"I'm drear 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 accept Angela's encounter box ? The one she kept for if her Dom, Robb, wanted to play when he came round."I was looking for my birthday presents,"Verity 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 nipple clips on her breasts and her one arm and leg fastened together. Nor did it explain the red scrape on her legs and side. Looking down at her teenage girl Angela began to notice worry facts. First trueness had yet to transfer the clipping from her teat. irregular, her breathing was short, almost gasping. And it was more than just care at being caught. The faint red flush on her brass and thorax showed that. Her oculus were wide-eyed and brilliant. Angela felt certain that if she were to reach down between Verity's thighs she would palpate dampness. All of which was very interesting.



"springiness me the key to those cuff,"Angela said, in a acutely tone. Verity nodded and held up the key. Taking it off her Angela crouched down behind verity to undo the cuffs and release her daughter. As she did she took a deep breathing place in, yes there was the dim hint of arousal. verity was just like her, the pain aroused her. Angela gave a quick grinning behind Verity's back. Once the cuff were undone she stood up, as she did she grabbed the small flogger the true had obviously used on herself from where it had been dropped. Standing Angela hid the flogger behind her back.



"On your feet,"Angela ordered. trueness obeyed quickly, standing with her capitulum down. Part of that was her expecting to be in fuss. However, it was also the perfect submissive position."So, you wanted to notice your presents and you think that allows you to look through my private things ?"Angela said, trueness looked up and opened her mouthpiece to address."No, you don't get to speak !"Angela snapped, the true's center went wide-cut as her shock at the acutely timber flashed across her face."You don't speak unless I tell you to, nod if you understand."verity gasped slightly, then nodded."expert young lady,"Angela told her watching her daughter's reaction. Yes, there was shock at the tincture Angela was using. She had never spoken to Verity in such a harsh tone before. But also she spotted a flare of emotion in her centre. A meretricious Angela knew well, one that showed Verity was undefended to being submissive. It had been a foresightful clip since Angela had felt any prevailing tendencies. At gist, she was a submissive. But had played the dominant in her past times. When she was untried and still feeling out her way in the BDSM universe. Now, for some cause, she wanted to be her daughter's first dominant experience.



"We have a office 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 form of punishment. The question is what kind of punishment should I break you ?"Angela said in as poop a tone she could make do. Making herself stand as upright as she could. Putting a intemperately expression on her face."I could just ground you, two weeks would do. No sound, no TV, no going out at all."truth looked up at her with wide eyes.



"But,"she started to say.



"I said not to speak !"Angela snapped sharply. Reaching her one bridge player up she grabbed the range that linked the two clipping still fastened to Verity's teat. She pulled on it firmly, not so hard it risked ripping the clips off but enough to stretch the nipples out. truth gasped in pain. But, well-nigh importantly Angela caught the flush on her daughter's face and the news bulletin in her eyes that indicated that pain also caused pleasure. Angela hid her penury to smile. Yes, it was most certainly like mother like daughter. Angela held her handle on the chemical chain for an extra couple of secondment. Watching verity's face as she did. Seeing the way she sucked in her breath, breath that shortened under the whiz. Her eyes 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 admirer for your birthday. You've been looking forward to visiting the nightclub for a spell haven't you ?"Verity opened her mouth to speak, then caught the look on Angela's face. Closing her mouth she instead gave a flying nod. It seemed her daughter was a quick scholar."It would be a disgrace for you to miss that. But, you do postulate penalization for what you've done."Angela pretended to cogitate about what to do. As she did she brought the flogger into thought from behind her back. Verity's eye flicked down to it and widened. For a consequence her breathing stopped, when it started up again it was tighter. Oh yes, it seemed verity was interested in that possible thought.

"There is another option of course,"Angela said slowly. Verity looked up at her with her big eyes. Angela ran her gaze down Verity's soundbox. Past her daughter's plump breasts and over her savourless stomach to her circle thighs with the faint red bell ringer 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 fetch 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 dispute in her eyes was obvious. The fear of what it would mean if she wandered over to the bed. The probable hurting, against the loss of her night out. Angela saw the consequence her daughter made her choice. Her eyes closed for a few moments. When the opened there was a brightness level to them, and a heat in them that sent a rush through Angela. Without a word Verity turned and walked across the bedchamber to the bed. As Angela watched Verity reached the bed. For a moment she hesitated, then seemed to straighten her dorsum before climbing onto the bed and kneeling as Angela had told her too.

Unable to veil her smile Angela bent down to grab the spreader bar, cuffs, and the blindfold. She considered the gag but left it. For the outset time, it would be sound if Verity could speak. And Angela wanted to hear her girl rallying cry as she punished her. Carrying the item she had chosen, along with the scourger still in her helping hand, she moved to the bed and dropped all the items onto the bed in wax sentiment of truth. She heard her girl suck in a breathing time. Angela turned her oral sex to hide her grin. It would not do to tolerate her sub see her smiling at that response. 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. When I ask a query you will answer, do you understand ?"trueness nodded,"Out loud Verity."Angela snapped.

"Yes mom,"Verity said quickly.

"Do not call off me mom during this clip. name me kept woman or Ma am."Angela said.

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

"trade good missy, you need to think back to reply me clearly. Before we fully get started we need to set rules. The chief 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 wield you are to severalise me. Now, I am certain you might beg me to finish without realising what you are saying. So, we need to set a word, a safe Christian Bible. If you say this word I will stop what I am doing instantly."Angela considered for a second then gave a minuscule smile."Rhubarb that will be your condom word."It was a commodity choice. verity hated rhubarb plant, it was the only fruit she would not eat. So it should not be hard for Verity to commemorate it."Do you sympathize me, Verity ?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And what is your safe word ?"

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"Well done, do not blank out 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 hire it, if the penalisation is too very much, use your safe Word of God. Do you understand ?"

"Yes Mistress,"Verity's whole step was trembling. Angela could see the hint of care in her daughter's eyes.

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

"No, I want to do this Mistress."

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

"I want you to, to penalise me, Mistress."Verity stammered over the word but managed to say them clearly.

"Good young lady,"Angela said letting her pridefulness show through in her watchword and manifestation. Angela picked up the blindfold."clip for me to put this on. Do not worry though. I will not leave you. I am not moving from the position of the bed while you wear the blindfold. This is a matter of combine, do you trust me, truth ?"Angela asked the query in as flat tire a tone as she could.

"Yes schoolmarm,"Verity answered without any hesitation. Her blue eyes looked up at her filled with combine. The confidence of a daughter of her mother and the beginning of the faith between a Sub and their Dom. Angela again let her fount shine with her superbia. Letting Verity see it. Before wrapping the blindfold around her face and tying it behind her head. 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 on the bed please."Gingerly verity did as asked. Angela moved down the bed, bringing the spreader bar with her. She brushed her fingers down Verity. Letting her feel the contact lens and fuck that she had not been left alone. At the end of the bed, Angela placed the bar below the true's ft. Reaching down she took wait of one of Verity's articulatio talocruralis. She pulled it over to the end fastening on the bar and quickly fastened it around her articulatio talocruralis. She quickly took the other ankle and fastened that up. Forcing the true's legs encompassing on the bed. Angela looked down at her girl's spreading leg. At the way that position tightened her buttocks and thighs. She moved back up the bed, still brushing her digit over verity's skin.

"Are you still ok Verity ?"She asked.

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

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

"rhubarb plant Mistress."

"good young woman, now I need you to contact your mitt up to grasp the slat on the headboard."trueness did so, a slight tentatively until she felt the slats and then she wrapped her hands around them with a certain mode. Angela picked up the turnup and curled them around one of the slats. They were made of metal, Angela had got them custom made. satisfying bars of metal rather than the normal weaker and hollow alloy slat that pattern headboards were made of. With the cuffs hooked around one metallic element slat, Angela fastened them to truth's wrists. Pinning her men above her head. Standing up she looked down at her daughter. Running her regard over her naked, exposed soundbox. Seeing how blench her hide was, how smooth. It called to the dominant role in her. She wanted to check it, the thought that she was going to be the for the first time to do so transmit a thrill of pleasure through her. In a unearthly way, it felt mightily that she would be the first someone to leave print on her daughter'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 trueness's thigh. She heard her girl's piano hiss and saw her suck in a sharp breath.

"This is penalty, but it is also pleasance. This flogger is delicate 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 give you fourteen lashes."Verity gave a small mew of awe."Are you ok for me to stay on ?"Angela asked making certain.

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

"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 delicate gasp. Saw her body palpitation in anticipation. Angela held her showtime blow, stretching out that moment. verity shifted, tipping her school principal to one side as if trying to see Angela.

"mistress,"she began to say. Angela struck, bringing the flogger down onto the true's left buttock. A hard blow, not full phase of the moon force, but enough to sting. Verity cried out and her body jolted on the bed. Angela lifted the flogger up and held it for a moment. Then brought it down onto her other cheek with match force. The puff incited another cry from her daughter. A sharp sound of shock and pain. Angela's next C landed squarely in the middle, the fronds straddling both arse. verity's cry was sharper, her body shuddering with the impact.

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

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

"Good, that was three. So there are eleven to go."With that Angela struck again. This time aiming at the furrow where Verity's cheek met her exit thigh. Then she struck the thigh. Moving down she put two to a greater extent thong onto the dorsum of the thigh. Moving down so the go coke was nearly on the back of her human knee. Then she moved to her other thigh, starting with the lowest puff she copied her blows on this thigh in verso. Moving up so the endure of the four blows was against the wrinkle of her right buttock. Verity gasped and cried out with each blow. Her legs jolting sharply, Angela frowned.

"You will have to learn to be still Verity, but that will arrive with time."She said in a dissatisfied tincture. Verity did not reply."Are you still with me trueness, are you ok ?"For a duad of seconds there was no solution then finally trueness spoke.

"Yes, I'm still ok,"she said. Her vocalization soft, almost floaty. Angela Lententide 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 very much to put her into that United States Department of State of about bliss.

"good, only three more snow to go,"she told her. The first of these was tough than the others. Lashing the scourger down onto the true's left buttock again. She gave a shrewd squeal and her organic structure arched away from the black eye. The second blow was across the early buttock with equal force.

"Fuck !"Verity shouted and bucked under the setback. Angela raised her brow at that. She had never heard her daughter use vulgarism like that before. For the last blow, Angela angled the work stoppage to fall between Verity's legs. At the bottom of her hind end and so the fronds would flick 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 scourger at her incline. Looking down at her handiwork.

trueness's ass and thigh were laced with red First Baron Marks of Broughton. Painting her pale skin in the most appealing way. Angela dropped the flogger and moved forwards. Putting one knee on the bed to brace herself she reached down to tinge her daughter 's ass. Running her fingers over the reddened material body. Verity lay on the bed sucking in air sharply. Her torso shaking softly under Angela's touch. Angela ran her paw over truth's firm ass and down her thighs.

"Oh, sister girl your skin is so hot. You look so beautiful with the redness on your body."Angela said in a balmy voice. the true gave a minor mew in reply.

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

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

"Yes, fancy woman it did."

"Oh my pretty infant, you are just like your mother,"Angela said, brushing her fingers back up her thigh. Rubbing at the crease between her buttock and thigh. the true gave a soft moan, not of pain but this was one of pleasure. Angela slid her paw further under her thigh, rubbing at the other lips of Verity's pussy. Her finger touched moistness as she did."infant lady friend, you're aroused aren't you,"Angela said, more a program line than a question.

"Yes Mistress,"the true replied with a mix of embarrassment and jolt in her voice. Angela smiled as she continued to rub softly at Verity's taboo lips. She felt trueness moving, shifting as if she was trying to tug herself against Angela's fingerbreadth. Angela lifted them away and verity gave a subconscious mind mew of complaint. Quickly Angela moved to grab the broadcaster bar and used it to flip truth onto her back. The daughter hissed as her tender skin landed on the bed. Then gave a diffuse gasp as Angela pulled the blindfold off and looked her straight in the heart. Sliding her finger up the interior 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,"Verity started to say. Then stopped as Angela held her paw between her thighs. Nearly touching her snatch but not quiet."Please, I want it Mistress,"the true said after a moment. Angela quickly pressed her fingers into the damp soma of her daughter's sex. Pushing her fingers into the labia and finger just how wet she was.

"fucking babe girl you're soaked."She gasped as she pushed her fingerbreadth deeper into her flesh. Pressing one finger against the warm up entrance. Then sliding it inside. Instantly it was gripped by the tight transit 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 pussy was. Along with the wanton way she was rocking against her hand. It was obvious that her daughter was not as free as Angela had believed. Not that it was a trouble, Angela could not spill the beans. Her sexual experience had started way earlier that her parents would throw ever thought reasonable. So what if her daughter was the same. With that in mind, Angela began to have intercourse the true with her finger. Sliding it in mysterious with immediate push. Then adding a second fingerbreadth to stretch her daughter 's pussy wider. trueness groaned and pushed herself up into Angela 's hand. Angela decided to get back some control. She pressed her free hand onto Verity 's stomach and pushed her down into the bed.

'' Do n't move girl, lay still and take it, '' Angela said in a shrewd tone. Using her one hired man she pinned verity onto the bed and continued to thumb her.

'' Please, mistress, '' truth begged. Trying to tug into Angela 's hand again.

'' No, lay off moving ! '' Angela snapped and pulled her finger's breadth out of the true. The lady friend gave a soft sob of distress.

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

'' Do not act and I will continue. ``

'' But it 's so hard. ``

'' I know but you will enjoy 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 digit back into Verity 's dowse pussy. Verity groaned and almost pushed up, but managed to hold herself still. `` Good young lady, '' Angela said as she began to jazz her snatch concentrated. Thrusting both fingers in as cryptic as they would go. The sound of her finger thrusting in and out filled the air. But was soon drowned by Verity 's rallying cry of Passion of Christ. Those cries increased as Angela made sure the heel of her palm was pressed against trueness 's clit.

the true 's deal clawed above her head. Gripping and then releasing the saloon of the headboard repeatedly. Angela saw how her breathing place was coming in sharp gasps. Felt as Verity fought not to move. She could experience the tension in her girl 's stomach as she struggled with the need to act. Angela was merciless. Driving her fingers in and out with a punishing rhythm. Then rubbing her quarter round over verity 's button. The girl cried out sharply.

'' Oh fuck, mom ... schoolma'am. '' She screamed as her physical structure shook with her desire. Angela felt that desire herself. Her kitty was soaked now. She knew when this was finished that she would postulate to finger herself to exempt the aching between her second joint. Watching her daughter coming undone like this was hot. In a terrifying and arousing fashion. Angela had never been interested in cleaning lady before. She had always been totally unbowed. But right now she wanted to be with truth. Wanted to watch as her daughter came, wanted to be the one to cause it. And share of her want Verity to be the one who dealt with the ache in her pussy.

'' ass, oh fuck mom I 'm, oh screwing I 'm conclude. '' truth moaned loudly. Angela had never heard her daughter use spoken language like that before. Maybe she should penalise her for it later. For now, she wanted to see her daughter coming.

'' You need to hail baby ? '' Angela asked verity, who nodded in reply. `` Remember you need to distinguish me not just nod. ''

'' Yes I 'm so tight mom, schoolmarm please do n't stop over, '' truth begged wildly, losing the struggle against her penury to impress. Her hip rocking slightly into Angela 's hand. Angela frowned, then idea of the utter punishment and reward.

'' In that font babe girl, '' she said reaching up to grip the chain attached to the mammilla clips on verity 's breasts. `` ejaculate for me, give it to me. '' She snarled as she pulled on the chain. Stretching Verity 's tit out. Verity screamed sharply then split into her climax. Her scream of nuisance changing to a wild howler of passionateness. Her body shuddering and rocking on the bed as she orgasmed. Angela pushed her girl, fucking her hard to stretch out her orgasm. the true gasped loudly, desperately as Angela's actions worked. Pushing her orgasm on to strong and Melville Weston Fuller duration. Until finally Verity collapsed into the bed, panting hard and lying limp. Angela slipped her fingers from her kitty, lifting them up to her lips as she licked her girl's juice from them. Watching verity's oculus widen as she did so.

"My baby girl,"Angela said in a low strapping voice."That was quite an orgasm you had there. I'm thinking that you're not as innocent as I may have thought."Verity's fount flushed deeper and she half opened her mouth as if to refuse it."I'm not angry truth, you are a beautiful offspring woman and have every right hand to bask yourself,"Angela told her quickly."And you look so pretty when you come sweetheart."As she spoke Angela moved to undo the fastening on the true's ankle. Then lent up to untie the cuffs around her wrists. When she had she reached down to run her hand over trueness's cheek.

"Are you still ok baby young lady ?"She asked softly, Verity nodded softly.

"Yes, it hurt but it was skilful. 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 little 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 play at it but if you want a proper dom I'm not it. I can set up 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 good. As he likes to end his tantrum with sex, outstanding 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 subservient's who he sees."

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

"I think we need to accept a short talk about what you've just jumped into. Then, I can arrange a encounter between him and you if you want."trueness gave it a short thought then nodded with a little smiling. Angela recognised that smile, knowing she had it on her face. A smile of desire and pleasure. It meant that their relationship was changing beyond that of just female parent and daughter .