Verity wrapped the towel around her head to dry it after her shower. Walking out of the bathroom she walked towards her room. As she did she passed her mother's bedroom door and stopped. She half turned towards the doorway. The house was unsounded, her mom was out, and would not be back from oeuvre for a patch. Which meant there was no one in the menage to check her if she went snooping for her birthday present. She had less 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 chance to snoop.



Moving quickly, she entered her mom's room before she could peach herself out of it. Inside she glanced around the elbow room. Flicking her gaze over her mom's king size of it bed with the weird metal build that her mom had specifically made in the middle of the room. Past the knit whiten makeup board and towards the matching large White River wardrobe. If there were any presents hidden in the room they would deliver to be in there. She padded towards it and pulled open the two-baser doorway. Before bending down to start fishing through the clothes to try and detect 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 grumbling, she pulled the towel off and dropped it to the story. Before beginning a better lookup for her presents. Soon she found a declamatory box that looked promising. She dragged it out, dropped to her articulatio genus by it and lifted off the lid to bet inside.



It was immediately obvious that the box did not contain any presents. However, what it did contain was strange and caught her tending. The first affair she saw was a black satin blindfold. Next to that was a strange red globe with straps attached to it. Pulling both items out she looked at them curiously. The blindfold was easy to realize, but what was with that unknown ball and the shoulder strap. She squeezed the ball, it was made of rubber. Shrugging she put it on the floor with the blindfold then looked into the box for the former point. These made her frown in peachy confusion. The low item was a foresightful metal bar with four rubber 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 dissever it into four adequate lengths. Next to the bar were two sets of handcuffs, the cuff part wrapped in a easy cloth. Below the turnup were something that looked like a strange brush but with tenuous strip show of fabric rather than feathering. As she picked it up something slid off it. She just caught it before it fell to the floor. It was a chemical chain with two strange cartridge clip at each end. As she had no idea what the chain was for she put it on the growing stilt of point by the box before checking out the strange copse. The strips she discovered were made of leather and felt quite sharp against her hand. The finish thing in the box was a small package. She lifted it out, opened it and slid its contents out. What she saw made her gasp in shock.



They were photos, photos of her mom. Naked, tied up to what looked like the strange bar. The rubber ball in her back talk like some sort of gag. A man, truth could not see his brass because of the angle of the pic, was using something standardised to the strange brush, only liberal, to hit her mom. verity could see the strips slapping against her mom's back as the man struck her. What caught Verity's regard was the look on her mother's face. There was pain yes, but also a sort of X. Her mom had the Saame aspect on her facial expression she got when eating her front-runner expensive chocolate. In some way, the painful sensation seemed to be bringing her mom pleasure. How the heck did that work ?



the true flicked through the photos, trying to see if there was anything in them that would explain that look of go on her mom's aspect. There was nothing, well not until the live on few ikon. In them the man had stopped hitting, had stopped beating her mom. Instead, he was bestow down, his face still hidden from the camera. His helping hand was reaching under her mom. His fingers obviously rubbing at her mom's private spot. Her mom's expression had altered slightly, but only in that, the pain was going. All that was left was the ecstasy. The expression on her mom's look was pure sexual pleasure. truth 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 handlock. That confused her, how semen her mom had looked so much like she was enjoying it ?



One thing that the photograph had shown her was what that chain with the clips was for. She could see it clearly, the clips obviously fastened around her mom's mammilla. Picking up the chain she looked at the cartridge clip. Opening them was fairly comfortable and she looked from the one snip to the exposure of her mom and then down to her own breasts. What did it find like with those matter on your nipples ? Obviously, her mom liked it. It seemed, from the last photo, that her mom enjoyed it more when they were removed. As the man reached stave in the photo to untie one clip. From her mom's saying that must suffer triggered something, Verity could guess what. Not that she had experienced an orgasm 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 interchange her mind, she set the magazine around her nipple and released it. Her breath shot out of her in a surge as she gasped at the sharp annoyance. She shivered sharply, but there was another flavour. A soft hint of pleasure between her legs. the true blinked, firstly to gain the tears the bother had caused to fill her optic. But also in shock at the faint pounding of joy. Sucking in a brace of breaths she took the other clip and fastened it around her other nipple. The painful sensation increased, making her suck her breathing in through clench tooth. But, the throb of pleasure between her legs increased. What was going on with her ? Was she like her mom, did she care pain ? Quickly she glanced down at the photos wanting, needed to try out that thought.



Her mom was restrained in the exposure, her invertebrate foot and ankles cuffed to that bar. Verity realised that she could not handcuff herself up totally. But she could try a small. The bar seemed too complicated for her to be able-bodied to use. But, the convention cuffs she could manage. Grabbing a set she was glad to see the key was in the lock. 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 seconds until she managed to secure the cuff around her wrist joint. Once she did she stayed still, just testing out how it felt. She pulled at the handcuff, which nearly tipped her over onto her front man. Which just went to prove she had been right not to fasten up both manus and ankles. It felt strange, even though her former hand was dislodge she still felt restricted. She was not for certain if she enjoyed the feel. But she kept the cuff on her, leaving the key in the ringlet so she could easily undo them if she wanted. She needed to try out all of this now.



Picking up the thing that was obviously not a encounter she ran the comic strip over her thigh. They felt dusty, hard against her tegument. She wondered what it would sense like striking her leg. Before she could over reckon it she flicked them against her thigh. Not too intemperate, but it was enough to make her hiss at the sensation. She knew she had held back, that blast was nowhere close to as stiff as the man in the photos had been striking her mom. Ok, there was no way she was going to try it that backbreaking. He really looked like he was going broad force. She drew in another farsighted breathing spell, released it slowly. Then slapped the strips hard against her thigh.



"turd, that hurts,"she gasped. And yet, the syncope throb between her legs pulsed again. So she hit her leg again, and then again. Leaving red Simon Marks on her thigh. The throb pulsed harder, she felt herself dampen slightly between her thigh. A sensation she knew, from watching the school day football team at practice. As well as when she watched some of her female ally in gymnastic exercise after school. Not that she told anyone about that. She did not desire her friends to think she was strange. Or that she was some sort of lesbian. Still the feeling between her legs was courteous, as was the pain. She slapped the ‘ brush'against her other leg. Then reached around to copy the man in the photos. By slapping it against her backside. Sending cushion of feeling through her. botheration and pleasure together. Now she was most certainly damp, her breathing starting to come in short gasps. This was turning her on. Just as she was getting into a pattern she heard a noise downstairs, sounds of motility. Crap, her mom was home.



"truth, are you upstairs ?"She heard her mom call out. verity panicked, she could not let her mom notice her like this. She grabbed the photo and tried to labour them back into the mail boat they had been in. But with only one hand all she did was dissipate them more. Shaking her head at her stupidity she reached stave to untie the cuffs, the key was not in the lock. Her eye went wide in concern. She tried to look round to happen it. But that nearly tipped her over again. She reached down, padding her free deal at the floor. Desperate to find the key.



"Verity, are you ok ?"Her mom called, then she heard footsteps on the step. Her mom was coming upstairs. Panicking more she fumbled wildly at the floor. Her finger's breadth brushed over the key. She grabbed at it. Only to knock it out of her clasp. She tried to mix herself flesh out to rule 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 head to look up at her mom. She stood in the threshold. Her one handwriting on the frame, the other pulled up to her lip. Her aspect one of horror and shock.



"I'm sorry mom,"Verity said looking up at her. Angela could not reply, she was too shocked by the visual sense before her. What was her daughter doing ? Why did she have Angela's spiel box ? The one she kept for if her Dom, Robb, wanted to run when he came round."I was looking for my natal day present,"verity added, which explained what she was doing in Angela's room. That did not explain why she knelt on the story with a set of nipple cartridge clip on her breasts and her one arm and leg fastened together. Nor did it explain the red marks on her legs and side. Looking down at her teenage daughter Angela began to note interesting facts. kickoff Verity had yet to remove the clips from her nipple. instant, her breathing was little, almost gasping. And it was more than just fright at being caught. The faint red outpouring on her case and chest showed that. Her eyes were wide and bright. Angela felt certain that if she were to accomplish down between Verity's thighs she would experience damp. All of which was very interesting.



"give me the key to those cuffs,"Angela said, in a sharp-worded tone. verity nodded and held up the key. Taking it off her Angela crouched down behind truth to undo the cuffs and exhaust her girl. As she did she took a deep breath in, yes there was the faint hint of rousing. Verity was just like her, the pain aroused her. Angela gave a quick smile behind trueness's back. Once the cuffs were undone she stood up, as she did she grabbed the small flogger Verity had obviously used on herself from where it had been dropped. Standing Angela hid the flogger behind her back.



"On your infantry,"Angela ordered. Verity obeyed quickly, standing with her header down. theatrical role of that was her expecting to be in trouble. However, it was also the perfect submissive military position."So, you wanted to encounter your present and you think that allows you to search through my private things ?"Angela said, verity looked up and opened her mouth to speak."No, you don't get to speak !"Angela snapped, Verity's optic went wide as her jolt at the sharp tone flashed across her face."You don't speak unless I tell you to, nod if you understand."Verity gasped slightly, then nodded."Good miss,"Angela told her watching her daughter's response. Yes, there was shock at the quality Angela was using. She had never spoken to the true in such a coarse tone before. But also she spotted a flash bulb of emotion in her eyes. A loud Angela knew well, one that showed trueness was open to being slavish. It had been a long sentence since Angela had felt any prevalent disposition. At heart, she was a subservient. But had played the dominant in her past. When she was vernal and still feeling out her way in the BDSM world. Now, for some reason, she wanted to be her daughter's first prevalent experience.



"We have a situation here Verity, what am I to do to you ? You know looking around my thing is not allowed and yet here you are doing it. That requires some kind of penalty. The question is what kind of punishment should I give you ?"Angela said in as stern a tone she could negociate. Making herself stand as upright as she could. Putting a severely expression on her nerve."I could just undercoat you, two hebdomad would do. No phone, no TV, no going out at all."truth looked up at her with blanket eyes.



"But,"she started to say.



"I said not to address !"Angela snapped sharply. Reaching her one hand up she grabbed the chain that linked the two magazine still fastened to truth's mammilla. She pulled on it firmly, not so toilsome it risked ripping the time off but enough to stretch the nipples out. truth gasped in botheration. But, virtually importantly Angela caught the flush on her daughter's cheeks and the flash in her eyes that indicated that pain also caused pleasance. Angela hid her indigence to smile. Yes, it was most certainly like mother like girl. Angela held her traction on the mountain range for an duplicate couple of seconds. Watching Verity's face as she did. Seeing the way she sucked in her breath, breath 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 natal day. You've been looking forward to visiting the nightclub for a while haven't you ?"Verity opened her mouth to speak, then caught the look on Angela's aspect. Closing her mouthpiece she instead gave a quick nod. It seemed her girl was a straightaway learner."It would be a shame for you to neglect that. But, you do need punishment for what you've done."Angela pretended to remember about what to do. As she did she brought the flogger into view from behind her back. trueness's middle flicked down to it and widened. For a bit 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 option of trend,"Angela said slowly. Verity looked up at her with her big eyes. Angela ran her regard down Verity's body. Past her daughter's plump breasts and over her directly venter to her round thighs with the deliquium red German mark from where Verity had used the flogger on herself."The other option is for you to go over to my bed. ascent onto it and kneel to hold off for me to stop what you started with my flogger."Angela lifted the flogger up to wave it slightly in front of truth's eyes. Her daughter looked up at her then down to the flogger. Then glanced back towards the bed. The conflict in her optic was obvious. The fear of what it would mean if she wandered over to the bed. The likely pain, against the loss of her Nox out. Angela saw the here and now her daughter made her choice. Her center closed for a few present moment. When the opened there was a brightness to them, and a heat in them that sent a kick through Angela. Without a Christian Bible Verity turned and walked across the bedchamber to the bed. As Angela watched the true reached the bed. For a here and now she hesitated, then seemed to straighten her binding before climbing onto the bed and kneeling as Angela had told her too.

Unable to hide her smile Angela bent down to snaffle the broadcaster bar, handcuff, and the blindfold. She considered the gag but left it. For the outset sentence, it would be better if Verity could speak. And Angela wanted to hear her girl cry as she punished her. Carrying the item she had chosen, along with the scourger still in her hand, she moved to the bed and dropped all the detail onto the bed in full persuasion of verity. She heard her girl suction in a breathing space. Angela turned her head to hide out her smile. It would not do to appropriate 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 suffice, do you understand ?"Verity nodded,"Out loud Verity."Angela snapped.

"Yes mom,"trueness said quickly.

"Do not send for me mom during this clip. predict me fancy woman or Ma am."Angela said.

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

"trade good girl, you need to remember to serve me clearly. Before we fully get started we need to set rule. The main one being that you are not to tally to anything you don't want to. If I push you too far, do something you do not like or are unable to address you are to tell me. Now, I am sealed you might beg me to give up without realising what you are saying. So, we need to set a word, a safe parole. If you say this Son I will break what I am doing instantly."Angela considered for a consequence then gave a modest smile."Rhubarb that will be your safety word."It was a respectable option. Verity hated Rhubarb, it was the lone fruit she would not eat. So it should not be firmly for Verity to remember it."Do you see me, the true ?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And what is your safe word ?"

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"well done, do not leave it. I will do things that will produce you find 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 safe Logos. Do you sympathise ?"

"Yes Mistress,"truth's tone was shaky. Angela could see the soupcon 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."the true stammered over the run-in but managed to say them clearly.

"good girl,"Angela said letting her pride show through in her words and expression. Angela picked up the blindfold."clock time for me to put this on. Do not worry though. I will not leave you. I am not moving from the face of the bed while you wear the blindfold. This is a matter of trust, do you trust me, verity ?"Angela asked the question in as flat a tone as she could.

"Yes Mistress,"Verity answered without any faltering. Her dismal eyes looked up at her filled with trust. The trust of a girl of her female parent and the kickoff of the reliance between a Sub and their Dom. Angela again let her face shine with her pride. Letting verity see it. Before wrapping the blindfold around her grimace 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 back."Now, lay down on your front end on the bed please."Gingerly trueness did as asked. Angela moved down the bed, bringing the broadcaster bar with her. She brushed her fingers down trueness. Letting her feel the contact and fuck that she had not been left alone. At the end of the bed, Angela placed the bar below Verity's infantry. Reaching down she took hold of one of Verity's mortise joint. She pulled it over to the end attachment on the bar and quickly fastened it around her ankle. She quickly took the other ankle and fastened that up. Forcing truth's pegleg encompassing on the bed. Angela looked down at her daughter's scatter legs. At the way that posture 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,"Verity answered, her voice uncertain but clear.

"What Word of God do you say if you need me to stop ?"

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"Good girl, now I need you to hand your hands up to compass the slats on the headboard."Verity did so, a little tentatively until she felt the slats and then she wrapped her hands around them with a certain manner. Angela picked up the cuffs and curled them around one of the slats. They were made of metal, Angela had got them custom made. Solid stripe of metal rather than the normal weaker and hollow metal slats that rule headboards were made of. With the cuffs hooked around one metallic element slat, Angela fastened them to Verity's wrist joint. Pinning her hands above her head. Standing up she looked down at her daughter. Running her gaze over her raw, exposed torso. Seeing how picket her pelt was, how smooth. It called to the dominant piece in her. She wanted to distinguish it, the idea that she was going to be the first to do so station a shake of pleasure through her. In a Weird way, it felt right that she would be the first person to depart marks on her girl's hide. Angela's breathing shortened as she looked down at Verity. Then she lent down and picked up the scourger. Reaching over she let the fronds copse against Verity's thighs. She heard her daughter's piano hiss and saw her suck in a sharp breath.

"This is punishment, but it is also pleasance. This flogger is voiced than it could be. So it will not be as sharp on your skin. I was going to ground you for two week so instead, I will give you fourteen lashes."Verity gave a small mew of fear."Are you ok for me to extend ?"Angela asked making certain.

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

"good, remember if this becomes too often what word do you say ?"

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"Correct,"Angela said as she lifted the flogger up into the air. She heard Verity's breathing tighten into soft gasps. Saw her body shaking in expectancy. Angela held her number one blow, stretching out that moment. Verity shifted, tipping her brain to one incline as if trying to hear Angela.

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

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

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

"commodity, that was three. So there are eleven to go."With that Angela struck again. This time aiming at the bed where trueness's buttock met her give thigh. Then she struck the thigh. Moving down she put two more lashes onto the vertebral column of the thigh. Moving down so the finale puff was nearly on the spinal column of her knee. Then she moved to her former thigh, starting with the lowest C she copied her blows on this thigh in reverse. Moving up so the finish of the four shock was against the seam of her right cheek. Verity gasped and cried out with each snow. Her legs jolting sharply, Angela frowned.

"You will have to ascertain to be still Verity, but that will come with time."She said in a dissatisfied tone. Verity did not reply."Are you still with me truth, are you ok ?"For a couple of mo there was no answer then finally trueness spoke.

"Yes, I'm still ok,"she said. Her voice soft, almost floaty. Angela lent over to look at truth'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.

"trade good, only three Thomas More blows to go,"she told her. The first of these was harder than the others. Lashing the flogger down onto the true's left buttock again. She gave a sharp squeal and her body arched away from the blow. The 2d reversal was across the other buttock with equalize force.

"piece of ass !"truth shouted and bucked under the reversal. Angela raised her supercilium at that. She had never heard her daughter use obscenity like that before. For the last blow, Angela angled the bang to fall between trueness's branch. At the bottom of her stern and so the fronds would riff troll 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 of meat. Looking down at her handiwork.

Verity's ass and thigh were laced with red marks. Painting her pallid tegument in the most appealing way. Angela dropped the scourger and moved forwards. Putting one stifle on the bed to brace herself she reached down to touch her daughter 's ass. Running her fingers over the reddened flesh. the true lay on the bed sucking in air sharply. Her body shaking softly under Angela's cutaneous senses. Angela ran her helping hand over truth's business firm ass and down her thighs.

"Oh, baby girl your pelt is so hot. You look so beautiful with the rubor on your body."Angela said in a delicate 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 pain in the neck felt good, felt decently yes ?"

"Yes, Mistress it did."

"Oh my pretty child, you are just like your mother,"Angela said, brushing her digit back up her thigh. Rubbing at the wrinkle between her cheek and second joint. Verity gave a soft groan, not of pain but this was one of pleasure. Angela slid her script further under her thigh, rubbing at the former backtalk of Verity's pussy. Her fingers touched moistness as she did."sister miss, you're aroused aren't you,"Angela said, more a command than a question.

"Yes kept woman,"Verity replied with a mix of plethora and jolt in her part. Angela smiled as she continued to rub softly at Verity's forbidden rim. She felt verity moving, shifting as if she was trying to press herself against Angela's fingers. Angela lifted them away and trueness gave a subconscious mew of charge. Quickly Angela moved to grab the spreader bar and used it to flip trueness onto her binding. The girl hissed as her tender skin landed on the bed. Then gave a soft pant as Angela pulled the blindfold off and looked her straight in the middle. Sliding her finger's breadth up the inside of Verity's leg as she did.

"You want More my petty sub ?"She asked in a spirit laced with desire.

"I, I don't understand,"trueness started to say. Then stopped as Angela held her hired man between her thighs. Nearly touching her pussy but not tranquillize."Please, I want it schoolma'am,"Verity said after a mo. Angela quickly pressed her fingers into the damp bod of her daughter's sex. Pushing her finger's breadth into the labia and feel just how wet she was.

"piece of ass baby girl you're soaked."She gasped as she pushed her digit deeper into her flesh. Pressing one finger against the strong entrance. Then sliding it inside. Instantly it was gripped by the tight passage as she pushed the fingerbreadth into Verity's body.

"Yessss,"truth hissed and rocked into Angela's hand. Angela gasped at just how wet her girl 's twat was. Along with the wanton way she was rocking against her hand. It was obvious that her daughter was not as innocent as Angela had believed. Not that it was a problem, Angela could not talk. Her sexual experience had started way earlier that her parents would accept ever thought reasonable. So what if her daughter was the same. With that in thinker, Angela began to fuck trueness with her finger. Sliding it in deep with quick thrusting. Then adding a second gear finger 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 deal onto truth 's stomach and pushed her down into the bed.

'' Do n't move young lady, lay still and hold it, '' Angela said in a acutely tone. Using her one helping hand she pinned truth onto the bed and continued to finger her.

'' Please, mistress, '' trueness begged. Trying to advertise into Angela 's script again.

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

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

'' Do not run 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 fingers back into Verity 's drenched pussy. trueness groaned and almost pushed up, but managed to contain herself still. `` skilful girl, '' Angela said as she began to get laid her puss hard. Thrusting both digit in as deep as they would go. The sound of her digit thrusting in and out filled the air. But was soon drowned by Verity 's cry of passion. Those cries increased as Angela made surely the heel of her palm was pressed against verity 's clit.

trueness 's hands clawed above her point. Gripping and then releasing the bars of the headboard repeatedly. Angela saw how her breath was coming in sharp gasps. Felt as verity fought not to locomote. She could finger the tension in her daughter 's abdomen as she struggled with the need to motivate. Angela was merciless. Driving her fingers in and out with a punishing musical rhythm. Then rubbing her thumb over the true 's clit. The girl cried out sharply.

'' Oh shtup, mom ... schoolma'am. '' She screamed as her body shook with her desire. Angela felt that desire herself. Her kitty was soaked now. She knew when this was finished that she would demand to finger herself to exempt the ache between her thighs. Watching her daughter coming undone like this was hot. In a terrifying and arousing manner. Angela had never been concerned in womanhood before. She had always been totally straight. But right now she wanted to be with trueness. Wanted to see as her daughter came, wanted to be the one to cause it. And component 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 fuck I 'm close. '' trueness moaned loudly. Angela had never heard her daughter use linguistic process like that before. Maybe she should punish her for it later. For now, she wanted to see her daughter coming.

'' You need to come infant ? '' Angela asked verity, who nodded in answer. `` Remember you need to tell me not just nod. ''

'' Yes I 'm so tight mom, schoolma'am please do n't stop, '' the true begged wildly, losing the conflict against her need to actuate. Her coxa rocking slightly into Angela 's hand. Angela frowned, then thought of the consummate punishment and reward.

'' In that case baby young lady, '' she said reaching up to fascinate the chain attached to the nipple cartridge clip on Verity 's breasts. `` Come for me, cave in it to me. '' She snarled as she pulled on the range. Stretching trueness 's teat out. Verity screamed sharply then burst into her orgasm. Her scream of infliction changing to a wild thigh-slapper of love. Her consistence shuddering and rocking on the bed as she orgasmed. Angela pushed her girl, fucking her hard to stretch out her coming. truth gasped loudly, desperately as Angela's actions worked. Pushing her orgasm on to stronger and fuller distance. Until finally truth collapsed into the bed, panting backbreaking and lying limp. Angela slipped her fingers from her puss, lifting them up to her lips as she licked her daughter's juices from them. Watching Verity's eyes 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 receive thought."Verity's face flushed deeper and she half opened her mouth as if to abnegate it."I'm not tempestuous Verity, you are a beautiful immature woman and have every right to enjoy yourself,"Angela told her quickly."And you look so pretty when you come sweetheart."As she spoke Angela moved to undo the fastening on Verity's ankles. Then lent up to unmake the cuffs around her wrist joint. When she had she reached down to run her hand over trueness's cheek.

"Are you still ok child girl ?"She asked softly, Verity nodded softly.

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

"child 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 allele. I can act as at it but if you want a proper dom I'm not it. I can arrange it, the man in the pictures is my dom and he is very much an alpha-dom. In fact, I think your experience would be secure. As he likes to end his scenes 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 former slavish's who he sees."

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

"I think we need to feature a shortstop lecture about what you've just jumped into. Then, I can put a merging between him and you if you want."the true gave it a brusk thought then nodded with a small smile. Angela recognised that smile, knowing she had it on her face. A smile of desire and joy. It meant that their relationship was changing beyond that of just mother and daughter .