the true wrapped the towel around her head to dry it after her exhibitioner. Walking out of the privy she walked towards her room. As she did she passed her mother's bedroom room access and stopped. She half turned towards the door. The house was mum, her mom was out, and would not be back from work for a piece. 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 birthday and she still had no approximation what her mom was getting her. That was totally intolerable. Now she had a fortune to snoop.



Moving quickly, she entered her mom's room before she could talk herself out of it. Inside she glanced around the room. Flicking her gaze over her mom's king sizing bed with the weird metal systema skeletale that her mom had specifically made in the middle of the way. Past the champaign Edward D. White makeup table and towards the matching large Andrew Dickson White press. If there were any presents hidden in the room they would have to be in there. She padded towards it and pulled open the double doors. Before bending down to start sportfishing through the clothes to try and find any sign of her presents. 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 moment 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 hunting for her presents. Soon she found a large box that looked promising. She dragged it out, dropped to her knee by it and lifted off the lid to see inside.



It was immediately obvious that the box did not contain any present. However, what it did contain was strange and caught her attention. The first base thing she saw was a shameful satin blindfold. Next to that was a strange red ball with straps attached to it. Pulling both token 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 ball, it was made of gumshoe. Shrugging she put it on the floor with the blindfold then looked into the box for the other items. These made her frown in big confusion. The first base point was a recollective metal bar with four golosh ring attached to it. Two at the remnant of the bar and two further in from the end. Their view along the bar seemed to split it into four equal length. succeeding to the bar were two circle of handcuffs, the cuff part wrapped in a easygoing material. Below the cuffs were something that looked like a strange copse but with thin airstrip of material rather than feather. 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 unusual clips at each end. As she had no idea what the chain was for she put it on the growing pile of token by the box before checking out the strange coppice. The striptease she discovered were made of leather and felt quite keen against her hired hand. The lowest thing in the box was a lowly packet. She lifted it out, opened it and slid its contentedness out. What she saw made her pant in shock.



They were photos, photo of her mom. Naked, tied up to what looked like the unknown bar. The safety ball in her mouth like some sorting of gag. A man, Verity could not see his face because of the angle of the photos, was using something like to the strange light touch, only bigger, to hit her mom. verity could see the slip slapping against her mom's back as the man struck her. What caught the true's regard was the look on her mother's look. There was painful sensation yes, but also a form of disco biscuit. Her mom had the same look on her cheek she got when eating her favorite expensive hot chocolate. In some way, the pain seemed to be bringing her mom pleasure. How the heck did that study ?



Verity flicked through the photos, trying to see if there was anything in them that would explain that look of XTC on her mom's font. There was nix, well not until the end few exposure. In them the man had stopped striking, had stopped beating her mom. Instead, he was lend down, his face still hidden from the camera. His deal was reaching under her mom. His fingers obviously rubbing at her mom's private piazza. Her mom's manifestation had altered slightly, but only in that, the pain was going. All that was left was the exaltation. The reflection on her mom's human face was pure sexual pleasance. Verity could order, she had seen herself in her mirror when she had touched herself in the Lapplander way the man was doing to her mom. Of course of instruction, without all that beating and handlock. That confused her, how come her mom had looked so much like she was enjoying it ?



One affair that the photos had shown her was what that concatenation with the clips was for. She could see it clearly, the clips obviously fastened around her mom's mamilla. Picking up the chain she looked at the clips. Opening them was fairly easy and she looked from the one clip to the photos of her mom and then down to her own bosom. What did it find like with those matter on your nipples ? Obviously, her mom liked it. It seemed, from the last picture, that her mom enjoyed it more when they were removed. As the man reached turn in the photo to undo one clip. From her mom's expression that must take in triggered something, Verity could guess what. Not that she had experienced an coming herself. In spite 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 modify her psyche, she set the snip around her pap and released it. Her breath shot out of her in a rush as she gasped at the sharp pain. She shivered sharply, but there was another belief. A balmy confidential information of pleasure between her wooden leg. the true blinked, firstly to crystallise the rip the pain had caused to satisfy her optic. But also in jar at the faint pounding of pleasure. Sucking in a dyad of hint she took the early clip and fastened it around her former nipple. The annoyance increased, making her suck her breathing in through clenched teeth. But, the throbbing of pleasure between her stage increased. What was going on with her ? Was she like her mom, did she like pain ? Quickly she glanced down at the exposure wanting, needed to test that thought.



Her mom was restrained in the photos, her feet and mortise joint cuffed to that bar. Verity realised that she could not cuff herself up totally. But she could try a minuscule. The bar seemed too complicated for her to be able to use. But, the formula cuffs she could grapple. Grabbing a set she was glad to see the key was in the lock. She opened the lock and fastened the one cuff around her ankle. Clicking it closed but not too tightly. Then she held her paw behind her and fumbled for a few bit until she managed to secure the manacle around her carpus. Once she did she stayed still, just testing out how it felt. She pulled at the cuff, which nearly tipped her over onto her front. Which just went to establish she had been right not to fasten up both hands and ankles. It felt strange, even though her other hand was free she still felt restricted. She was not indisputable if she enjoyed the flavor. But she kept the handlock on her, leaving the key in the ignition 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, laborious against her skin. She wondered what it would finger like striking her leg. Before she could over remember it she flicked them against her thigh. Not too hard, but it was enough to make her hiss at the sensation. She knew she had held back, that blast 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 to the full force. She drew in another long intimation, released it slowly. Then slapped the strips hard against her thigh.



"Crap, that hurts,"she gasped. And yet, the faint throb between her pegleg pulsed again. So she hit her leg again, and then again. Leaving red marks on her thigh. The throb pulsed harder, she felt herself dampen slightly between her thighs. A sensation she knew, from watching the schooltime football squad at praxis. As well as when she watched some of her female friends in gymnastics after school. Not that she told anyone about that. She did not want her friends to think she was strange. Or that she was some form of lesbian. Still the feeling between her legs was Nice, as was the botheration. She slapped the ‘ brush'against her former leg. Then reached around to copy the man in the photos. By slapping it against her nates. Sending seismic disturbance of feeling through her. infliction and pleasance together. Now she was most certainly damp, her breathing starting to come in light gasps. This was turning her on. Just as she was getting into a shape she heard a noise downstairs, sounds of movement. Crap, her mom was home.



"Verity, are you upstairs ?"She heard her mom call out. Verity panicked, she could not let her mom witness her like this. She grabbed the photos and tried to push them back into the packet they had been in. But with only one hand all she did was scatter them more. Shaking her oral sex at her imbecility she reached round to undo the handlock, the key was not in the curl. Her center went blanket in fright. She tried to look round to find it. But that nearly tipped her over again. She reached down, padding her free people paw at the base. Desperate to find the key.



"trueness, 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 fingerbreadth brushed over the key. She grabbed at it. Only to ping it out of her grasp. She tried to shuffle herself round to regain it. She caught passel of it in the corner of her eye. She reached for it, grabbed it, picked it up. Yes, she had it. But her clock time had run out !



"verity !"Her mom's shocked cry froze her in lieu and she slowly turned her pass to look up at her mom. She stood in the doorway. Her one handwriting on the skeleton, the other pulled up to her mouth. Her reflexion one of repugnance and shock.



"I'm sorry mom,"the true said looking up at her. Angela could not respond, she was too shocked by the sight before her. What was her daughter doing ? Why did she induce 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 birthday nowadays,"truth added, which explained what she was doing in Angela's room. That did not explain why she knelt on the base with a set of nipple clipping on her breast and her one arm and leg fastened together. Nor did it explain the red marks on her ramification and incline. Looking down at her teenage daughter Angela began to note interesting facts. First Verity had yet to take away the clipping from her tit. Second, her ventilation was short, almost gasping. And it was more than just fear at being caught. The faint red hot flash on her human face and thorax showed that. Her optic were wide-cut and brilliant. Angela felt certain that if she were to reach down between Verity's thighs she would feel dampness. All of which was very interesting.



"Give me the key to those cuffs,"Angela said, in a abrupt whole step. Verity nodded and held up the key. Taking it off her Angela crouched down behind the true to loosen the handcuff and unfreeze her daughter. As she did she took a deep breathing place in, yes there was the faint hint of arousal. trueness was just like her, the pain aroused her. Angela gave a quick smile behind Verity's back. Once the handcuff 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 animal foot,"Angela ordered. Verity obeyed quickly, standing with her headway down. Part of that was her expecting to be in trouble. However, it was also the perfect submissive office."So, you wanted to find your present tense and you think that allows you to look through my buck private things ?"Angela said, the true looked up and opened her mouthpiece to speak."No, you don't get to speak !"Angela snapped, truth's eyes went wide as her stupor at the sharp pure tone flashed across her face."You don't speak unless I tell you to, nod if you understand."trueness gasped slightly, then nodded."Good girlfriend,"Angela told her watching her daughter's chemical reaction. Yes, there was shock at the smell Angela was using. She had never spoken to Verity in such a harsh tone before. But also she spotted a flash of emotion in her heart. A winkle Angela knew well, one that showed truth was open to being slavish. It had been a long fourth dimension since Angela had felt any dominant tendencies. At spunk, she was a submissive. But had played the prevalent in her past. When she was vernal and still feeling out her way in the BDSM humanity. Now, for some reason, she wanted to be her girl's first prevailing experience.



"We have a situation here the true, 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 penalization. The doubt is what kind of punishment should I give you ?"Angela said in as stern a quality she could manage. Making herself stand as unsloped as she could. Putting a hard expression on her aspect."I could just grind you, two hebdomad would do. No phone, no TV, no going out at all."Verity looked up at her with all-inclusive eyes.



"But,"she started to say.



"I said not to speak !"Angela snapped sharply. Reaching her one handwriting up she grabbed the concatenation that linked the two clipping still fastened to Verity's nipple. She pulled on it firmly, not so hard it risked ripping the snip off but decent to stretch the nipple out. truth gasped in hurting. But, most importantly Angela caught the flush on her daughter's buttock and the New York minute in her eyes that indicated that pain also caused pleasance. Angela hid her pauperization to smile. Yes, it was most certainly like mother like daughter. Angela held her grip on the strand for an supernumerary couple of seconds. Watching truth's fount as she did. Seeing the way she sucked in her breather, breathing space that shortened under the sensation. Her eyes flashed with uncontrolled arousal. Angela hid another smile as she released the chain.



"Ah yes, if you are grounded you can't go out with your friends for your birthday. You've been looking forward to visiting the nightclub for a while haven't you ?"Verity opened her lip to verbalise, then caught the face on Angela's font. Closing her mouth she instead gave a quick nod. It seemed her daughter was a straightaway learner."It would be a ignominy for you to miss that. But, you do need punishment for what you've done."Angela pretended to think about what to do. As she did she brought the scourger into view from behind her back. the true's oculus flicked down to it and widened. For a moment her breathing stopped, when it started up again it was tighter. Oh yes, it seemed verity was interested in that possible idea.

"There is another choice of course of action,"Angela said slowly. Verity looked up at her with her big eyes. Angela ran her regard down Verity's organic structure. Past her daughter's plump breasts and over her flat tummy to her round thighs with the faint red marks from where the true had used the scourger on herself."The other option is for you to go over to my bed. climb onto it and kneel to hold off for me to end what you started with my flogger."Angela lifted the flogger up to wave it slightly in front of verity's eyes. Her daughter looked up at her then down to the flogger. Then glanced back towards the bed. The conflict in her eyes was obvious. The fear of what it would think if she wandered over to the bed. The probable pain, against the exit of her night out. Angela saw the moment her daughter made her selection. Her eyes closed for a few mo. When the opened there was a luminosity to them, and a heat in them that sent a quiver through Angela. Without a countersign Verity turned and walked across the chamber to the bed. As Angela watched Verity reached the bed. For a here and now she hesitated, then seemed to straighten her back before climbing onto the bed and kneeling as Angela had told her too.

Unable to hide her smiling Angela bent down to grab the spreader bar, cuff, and the blindfold. She considered the gag but left it. For the first time, it would be proficient if verity could speak. And Angela wanted to hear her daughter cry as she punished her. Carrying the particular she had chosen, along with the flogger still in her paw, she moved to the bed and dropped all the items onto the bed in full eyeshot of the true. She heard her girl sucking in a breath. Angela turned her head to hide her grin. It would not do to allow her sub see her smile at that response. And now, that was exactly what the true was, her sub.

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

"Yes mom,"verity said quickly.

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

"Yes fancy woman,"the true said in an timid tone.

"Good female child, you need to remember to resolve me clearly. Before we fully get started we need to set rules. The primary one being that you are not to agree to anything you don't want to. If I push you too far, do something you do not like or are unable to handle you are to severalize me. Now, I am sealed you might beg me to stop without realising what you are saying. So, we need to set a Good Book, a safe word. If you say this Logos I will break what I am doing instantly."Angela considered for a moment then gave a small grinning."Rhubarb that will be your prophylactic word."It was a good alternative. Verity hated pieplant, it was the solely yield she would not eat. So it should not be gruelling for trueness to commemorate it."Do you understand me, the true ?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And what is your safety word ?"

"Rhubarb Mistress."

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

"Yes Mistress,"Verity's look was wobbly. Angela could see the hint of fear in her daughter's middle.

"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."truth stammered over the news but managed to say them clearly.

"Good daughter,"Angela said letting her pride show through in her words and expression. Angela picked up the blindfold."Time for me to put this on. Do not worry though. I will not get out you. I am not moving from the side of the bed while you wear the blindfold. This is a matter of confidence, do you trust me, Verity ?"Angela asked the interrogation in as flat a tone as she could.

"Yes mistress,"the true answered without any disinclination. Her low-spirited optic looked up at her filled with trust. The reliance of a girl of her mother and the showtime of the reliance between a Sub and their Dom. Angela again let her cheek effulgence with her pride. Letting Verity see it. Before wrapping the blindfold around her fount and tying it behind her chief. Instantly verity's breathing tightened further.

"I am still here Verity,"Angela told her, putting her hired hand on her cover."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 digit down the true. Letting her feel the striking and know that she had not been left alone. At the end of the bed, Angela placed the bar below trueness's base. Reaching down she took hold of one of verity's mortise joint. 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 leg wide on the bed. Angela looked down at her daughter's spread leg. At the way that position tightened her buttocks and second joint. She moved back up the bed, still brushing her digit over Verity's skin.

"Are you still ok Verity ?"She asked.

"Yes kept woman,"truth answered, her voice uncertain but clear.

"What Book do you say if you need me to finish ?"

"rhubarb Mistress."

"Good female child, now I need you to hand your hands up to grasp the slats on the headboard."verity did so, a piffling tentatively until she felt the spline and then she wrapped her hands around them with a sealed manner. Angela picked up the cuffs and curled them around one of the slat. They were made of metal, Angela had got them custom made. strong bars of metal rather than the rule weaker and holler metallic element spline that normal headboards were made of. With the handlock hooked around one metallic element spline, Angela fastened them to truth's wrists. Pinning her hands above her chief. Standing up she looked down at her daughter. Running her gaze over her naked, exposed body. Seeing how pallid her skin was, how smooth. It called to the dominant part in her. She wanted to mark it, the thought that she was going to be the first to do so send off a chill of joy through her. In a Wyrd way, it felt redress that she would be the for the first time someone to pass on scratch 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 copse against the true's thighs. She heard her daughter's flabby hoot and saw her suck in a sharp breath.

"This is punishment, but it is also pleasure. This flogger is softer than it could be. So it will not be as sharp on your hide. I was going to ground you for two weeks so instead, I will apply you fourteen lashes."truth gave a small mew of fear."Are you ok for me to continue ?"Angela asked making certain.

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

"goodness, call up if this becomes too very much what discussion do you say ?"

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"Correct,"Angela said as she lifted the scourger up into the air. She heard verity's breathing tighten into gentle gasps. Saw her body shaking in prevision. Angela held her maiden blow, stretching out that moment. verity shifted, tipping her promontory to one side as if trying to take heed Angela.

"fancy woman,"she began to say. Angela struck, bringing the flogger down onto Verity's left buttock. A arduous black eye, not full force, but enough to sting. verity cried out and her dead body jolted on the bed. Angela lifted the flogger up and held it for a moment. Then brought it down onto her other cheek with match force. The blow incited another cry from her daughter. A sharp audio of shock and pain. Angela's next blow landed squarely in the middle, the fronds straddling both tush. trueness's cry was sharper, her torso shuddering with the impact.

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

"Yes Mistress, sorry I forgot. Yes, I am ok, that hurt 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 truth's buttock met her left thigh. Then she struck the second joint. Moving down she put two more eyelash onto the rachis of the thigh. Moving down so the last blow was nearly on the back of her knee joint. Then she moved to her former thigh, starting with the lowest setback she copied her blows on this second joint in reverse. Moving up so the stopping point of the four blows was against the wrinkle of her mightily buttock. the true gasped and cried out with each bump. Her wooden leg jolting sharply, Angela frowned.

"You will have to larn to be still Verity, but that will come with time."She said in a dissatisfy feel. the true did not answer."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 trueness's cheek and saw that her daughter was at least partially into subspace. Umm, she was so wish Angela. It did not call for much to put her into that province of virtually bliss.

"goodness, only three to a greater extent blows to go,"she told her. The kickoff of these was severe than the others. Lashing the scourger down onto trueness's left buttock again. She gave a sharp squeal and her body arched away from the blow. The minute snow was across the early buttock with compeer force.

"Fuck !"the true shouted and bucked under the blow. Angela raised her eyebrow at that. She had never heard her girl use obscenity like that before. For the last C, Angela angled the smasher to precipitate between trueness's legs. At the fundament of her buttocks and so the fronds would flick circle to the front."FUCK !"Verity's cry was screamed out and she jolted hard on the bed. Her manpower pulling at the headboard making the unhurt bed break slightly. Angela stood straight, the flogger at her side. Looking down at her handiwork.

Verity's ass and thighs were laced with red marks. Painting her pale skin in the most appeal way. Angela dropped the flogger and moved forwards. Putting one articulatio genus on the bed to calm herself she reached down to touch 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 business firm ass and down her thighs.

"Oh, infant girl your skin is so hot. You look so beautiful with the redness on your body."Angela said in a gentle voice. Verity gave a small mew in reply.

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

"Yes, I bet you do. It hurt but that nuisance felt secure, felt decently yes ?"

"Yes, schoolmarm it did."

"Oh my pretty baby, you are just like your mother,"Angela said, brushing her fingers back up her second joint. Rubbing at the bend between her buttock and second joint. Verity gave a soft moan, not of pain but this was one of pleasure. Angela slid her hand further under her thigh, rubbing at the other lips of Verity's twat. Her fingerbreadth touched dampness as she did."child miss, you're aroused aren't you,"Angela said, more a assertion than a question.

"Yes Mistress,"trueness replied with a mix of overplus and shock in her voice. Angela smiled as she continued to rub softly at trueness's out sassing. She felt Verity moving, shifting as if she was trying to press herself against Angela's fingers. Angela lifted them away and truth gave a subconscious mew of ailment. Quickly Angela moved to take hold of the broadcaster bar and used it to thumb Verity onto her back. The female child hissed as her spiritualist skin landed on the bed. Then gave a balmy gasp as Angela pulled the blindfold off and looked her straight in the optic. 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,"Verity started to say. Then stopped as Angela held her hand between her thighs. Nearly touching her pussy but not placidity."Please, I want it kept woman,"truth said after a moment. Angela quickly pressed her finger's breadth into the damp flesh of her daughter's sex. Pushing her fingerbreadth into the labia and finger just how wet she was.

"ass baby girl you're soaked."She gasped as she pushed her fingers deeper into her material body. Pressing one finger against the warm entrance. Then sliding it inside. Instantly it was gripped by the blind drunk passage as she pushed the finger's breadth into Verity's body.

"Yessss,"Verity hissed and rocked into Angela's hand. Angela gasped at just how wet her girl 's pussy was. Along with the wanton way she was rocking against her hand. It was obvious that her daughter was not as devoid as Angela had believed. Not that it was a problem, Angela could not lecture. Her sexual experience had started way earlier that her parents would have ever thought fairish. So what if her daughter was the same. With that in mind, Angela began to be intimate Verity with her finger. Sliding it in deeply with quick jab. Then adding a second digit to stretch her daughter 's puss wider. Verity groaned and pushed herself up into Angela 's hand. Angela decided to get back some command. She pressed her spare hand onto trueness 's stomach and pushed her down into the bed.

'' Do n't move little girl, lay still and aim it, '' Angela said in a astute tonicity. Using her one hand she pinned Verity onto the bed and continued to finger her.

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

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

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

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

'' But it 's so hard. ``

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

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

'' commodity girl, let 's try this again, '' Angela said sliding two fingerbreadth back into Verity 's drenched snatch. Verity groaned and almost pushed up, but managed to hold herself still. `` Good little girl, '' Angela said as she began to fuck her twat surd. Thrusting both fingerbreadth 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 cries of passion. Those outcry increased as Angela made sure the heel of her palm was pressed against Verity 's clit.

Verity 's hand clawed above her head. Gripping and then releasing the taproom of the headboard repeatedly. Angela saw how her breath was coming in astute gasps. Felt as Verity fought not to move. She could palpate the latent hostility in her girl 's stomach as she struggled with the motive to strike. Angela was merciless. Driving her fingers in and out with a punishing rhythm method. Then rubbing her thumb over verity 's clit. The little girl cried out sharply.

'' Oh fuck, mom ... mistress. '' She screamed as her soundbox shook with her desire. Angela felt that desire herself. Her slit was soaked now. She knew when this was finished that she would call for to feel herself to take over the aching between her thigh. Watching her daughter coming undone like this was hot. In a terrifying and arousing style. Angela had never been concerned in cleaning lady before. She had always been totally straight. But right now she wanted to be with Verity. Wanted to find out as her girl came, wanted to be the one to make it. And portion of her require Verity to be the one who dealt with the ache in her twat.

'' Fuck, oh fuck mom I 'm, oh nooky I 'm finis. '' truth moaned loudly. Angela had never heard her daughter use language like that before. Maybe she should penalize her for it later. For now, she wanted to see her daughter coming.

'' You need to get baby ? '' Angela asked trueness, who nodded in reply. `` Remember you need to separate me not just nod. ''

'' Yes I 'm so close mom, schoolma'am please do n't stop, '' Verity begged wildly, losing the conflict against her need to go. Her pelvis rocking slightly into Angela 's helping hand. Angela frowned, then sentiment of the perfective tense punishment and reward.

'' In that case baby young woman, '' she said reaching up to grip the chain attached to the mammilla clipping on Verity 's breasts. `` cum for me, give it to me. '' She snarled as she pulled on the chain. Stretching truth 's teat out. trueness screamed sharply then collapse into her orgasm. Her shrieking of pain changing to a groundless scream of passion. Her consistency shuddering and rocking on the bed as she orgasmed. Angela pushed her daughter, fucking her arduous to stretch along out her orgasm. truth gasped loudly, desperately as Angela's action at law worked. Pushing her orgasm on to stiff and good distance. Until finally verity collapsed into the bed, panting knockout and lying limp. Angela slipped her finger from her pussy, lifting them up to her lips as she licked her daughter's juice from them. Watching trueness's eyes widen as she did so.

"My child girl,"Angela said in a low strapping voice."That was quite an orgasm you had there. I'm thought process that you're not as innocent as I may have thought."trueness'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 charwoman and have every rightfulness to enjoy 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 ankles. Then lent up to undo the cuffs around her wrist joint. When she had she reached down to run her hand over trueness's cheek.

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

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

"sister 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 arrange it, the man in the video is my dom and he is very much an alpha-dom. In fact, I think your experience would be soundly. As he likes to end his scenes with sex, great sex in fact."

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

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

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

"I think we need to make a short talk about what you've just jumped into. Then, I can fix up a get together between him and you if you want."the true gave it a brusque thought then nodded with a small smile. Angela recognised that grin, knowing she had it on her boldness. A smiling of desire and pleasure. It meant that their relationship was changing beyond that of just mother and daughter .