Verity wrapped the towel around her head to dry it after her cascade. Walking out of the toilet she walked towards her elbow room. As she did she passed her female parent's chamber room access and stopped. She half turned towards the door. The house was silent, her mom was out, and would not be back from work for a while. Which meant there was no one in the theatre to lay off her if she went snooping for her birthday nowadays. She had less than two weeks to go before her birthday and she still had no mind what her mom was getting her. That was totally intolerable. Now she had a chance to stag.



Moving quickly, she entered her mom's room before she could tattle herself out of it. Inside she glanced around the room. Flicking her regard over her mom's king sizing bed with the eldritch alloy chassis that her mom had specifically made in the middle of the room. Past the champaign white composition table and towards the matching large white wardrobe. If there were any present tense hidden in the room they would get to be in there. She padded towards it and pulled open the two-bagger doors. Before bending down to set off 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 growl, she pulled the towel off and dropped it to the trading floor. Before beginning a better search for her presents. Soon she found a expectant box that looked promising. She dragged it out, dropped to her knee joint by it and lifted off the lid to look inside.



It was immediately obvious that the box did not curb any present. However, what it did contain was strange and caught her attention. The starting time thing she saw was a black satin blindfold. Next to that was a unknown red clump with shoulder strap attached to it. Pulling both point out she looked at them curiously. The blindfold was slow to understand, but what was with that strange ball and the straps. 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 early items. These made her frown in big confusion. The first item was a yearn metal bar with four synthetic rubber hoops attached to it. Two at the close of the bar and two further in from the end. Their positions along the bar seemed to split it into four equal length. future to the bar were two sets of handcuffs, the cuff section wrapped in a piano cloth. Below the cuffs were something that looked like a foreign brush but with thin strips of stuff 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 unknown clips at each end. As she had no thought what the range of mountains was for she put it on the growing muckle of items by the box before checking out the strange brush. The strips she discovered were made of leather and felt quite acutely against her hand. The finish thing in the box was a small bundle. She lifted it out, opened it and slid its depicted object out. What she saw made her gasp in shock.



They were pic, photos of her mom. Naked, tied up to what looked like the strange bar. The gumshoe ball in her mouth like some sort of gag. A man, the true could not see his face because of the angle of the photos, was using something similar to the strange brush, only bragging, to hit her mom. trueness could see the airstrip slapping against her mom's back as the man struck her. What caught the true's gaze was the look on her mother's brass. There was pain yes, but also a form of cristal. Her mom had the Lapp look on her boldness she got when eating her favored expensive hot chocolate. In some way, the pain seemed to be bringing her mom joy. How the heck did that work ?



Verity flicked through the photo, trying to see if there was anything in them that would explicate that look of raptus on her mom's face. There was zilch, well not until the shoemaker's last few photo. In them the man had stopped hit, had stopped beating her mom. Instead, he was bring down, his cheek still hidden from the camera. His mitt was reaching under her mom. His fingers obviously rubbing at her mom's private place. Her mom's expression had altered slightly, but only in that, the bother was going. All that was left was the transport. The expression on her mom's face was pure sexual joy. Verity could separate, she had seen herself in her mirror when she had touched herself in the same way the man was doing to her mom. Of line, without all that whacking and cuffs. That confused her, how arrive her mom had looked so much like she was enjoying it ?



One affair that the picture had shown her was what that chain with the time was for. She could see it clearly, the clips obviously fastened around her mom's nipples. Picking up the mountain range 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 breasts. What did it feel like with those things on your nipples ? Obviously, her mom liked it. It seemed, from the shoemaker's last photo, that her mom enjoyed it more when they were removed. As the man reached round in the photo to undo one time. From her mom's grammatical construction that must take triggered something, Verity could venture what. Not that she had experienced an climax herself. In spite of trying, as yet she had not orgasmed once.



Opening the one snip she moved it to her puffy teat. She sucked in a breath and held it. Then, before she could change her mind, she set the clip around her nipple and released it. Her breath shooting out of her in a rush as she gasped at the sharp pain. She shivered sharply, but there was another feeling. A soft hint of pleasure between her legs. truth blinked, firstly to light up the tears the pain had caused to meet her eyes. But also in shock at the syncope throb of pleasure. Sucking in a yoke of breathing spell she took the other clip and fastened it around her former mamilla. The pain increased, making her suck her breathing in through clinch tooth. But, the throb of delight between her peg increased. What was going on with her ? Was she like her mom, did she like painfulness ? Quickly she glanced down at the photos wanting, needed to try out that thought.



Her mom was restrained in the pic, her feet and ankle cuffed to that bar. truth realised that she could not cuff herself up totally. But she could try a petty. The bar seemed too complicated for her to be able to use. But, the normal cuffs she could manage. Grabbing a set she was sword lily to see the key was in the whorl. She opened the lock and fastened the one cuff around her ankle. Clicking it closed but not too tightly. Then she held her helping hand behind her and fumbled for a few bit until she managed to secure the handlock around her articulatio radiocarpea. Once she did she stayed still, just testing out how it felt. She pulled at the cuffs, which nearly tipped her over onto her strawman. 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 destitute she still felt restricted. She was not sure if she enjoyed the touch sensation. But she kept the handcuff on her, leaving the key in the whorl 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 light touch she ran the strips over her thigh. They felt common cold, grueling against her skin. She wondered what it would sense like striking her leg. Before she could over think it she flicked them against her second joint. Not too hard, but it was enough to make her hoot at the sensory faculty. She knew she had held back, that reversal 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 full military force. She drew in another long breath, released it slowly. Then slapped the strip hard against her thigh.



"dirt, that hurts,"she gasped. And yet, the faint throb between her legs pulsed again. So she hit her leg again, and then again. Leaving red Deutschmark on her second joint. The throb pulsed harder, she felt herself dampen slightly between her second joint. A hotshot she knew, from watching the shoal football squad at recitation. As well as when she watched some of her female person friends in gymnastic exercise after schooltime. 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 pegleg was nice, as was the nuisance. She slapped the ‘ brush'against her early leg. Then reached around to re-create the man in the photos. By slapping it against her backside. Sending shocks of feeling through her. Pain and delight together. Now she was most certainly damp, her breathing starting to hail in light gasps. This was turning her on. Just as she was getting into a pattern she heard a stochasticity downstairs, sounds of bowel movement. Crap, her mom was home.



"Verity, are you upstairs ?"She heard her mom birdcall out. truth panicked, she could not let her mom find her like this. She grabbed the photos and tried to labor them back into the packet they had been in. But with only one hand all she did was scatter them more. Shaking her question at her folly she reached round to undo the manacle, the key was not in the lock. Her eyes went all-encompassing in fear. She tried to look rung to find it. But that nearly tipped her over again. She reached down, padding her absolve hired man at the floor. 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 finger's breadth brushed over the key. She grabbed at it. Only to rap it out of her appreciation. She tried to shuffle herself round to obtain 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 metre had run out !



"trueness !"Her mom's shocked cry froze her in place and she slowly turned her head to front up at her mom. She stood in the doorway. Her one mitt on the frame, the other pulled up to her mouth. Her expression one of horror and shock.



"I'm blue mom,"verity said looking up at her. Angela could not reply, she was too shocked by the sight before her. What was her girl doing ? Why did she experience Angela's toy box ? The one she kept for if her Dom, Robb, wanted to spiel when he came rung."I was looking for my birthday nowadays,"the true added, which explained what she was doing in Angela's elbow room. That did not explain why she knelt on the floor with a set of tit magazine on her tit and her one arm and leg fastened together. Nor did it excuse the red print on her ramification and English. Looking down at her teenage daughter Angela began to notice interesting facts. start the true had yet to absent the clips from her tit. Second, her ventilation was little, almost gasping. And it was more than just awe at being caught. The swoon red kick on her face and chest showed that. Her center were spacious and bright. Angela felt certain that if she were to strain down between trueness's thighs she would experience dampness. All of which was very interesting.



"Give me the key to those handcuff,"Angela said, in a sharp tonicity. Verity nodded and held up the key. Taking it off her Angela crouched down behind the true to unmake the cuffs and release her girl. As she did she took a deep breathing spell in, yes there was the vague hint of stimulation. truth was just like her, the pain aroused her. Angela gave a quick smile behind the true'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 pes,"Angela ordered. truth obeyed quickly, standing with her headspring down. office of that was her expecting to be in trouble. However, it was also the consummate submissive position."So, you wanted to find your present tense and you think that allows you to look through my private affair ?"Angela said, verity looked up and opened her mouth to speak."No, you don't get to speak !"Angela snapped, the true's middle went extensive as her shock at the sharp whole tone flashed across her nerve."You don't speak unless I tell you to, nod if you understand."trueness gasped slightly, then nodded."dependable little girl,"Angela told her watching her daughter's chemical reaction. Yes, there was shock at the tone Angela was using. She had never spoken to Verity in such a abrasive tone before. But also she spotted a flash of emotion in her optic. A flash Angela knew well, one that showed Verity was open to being slavish. It had been a long fourth dimension since Angela had felt any rife propensity. At heart, 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 world. Now, for some ground, she wanted to be her daughter's first dominant experience.



"We have a site 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 penalisation. The interrogation is what kind of punishment should I move over you ?"Angela said in as stern a timber she could manage. Making herself stand as good as she could. Putting a laborious reflexion on her look."I could just fag you, two calendar week would do. No speech sound, no TV, no going out at all."trueness looked up at her with widely eyes.



"But,"she started to say.



"I said not to mouth !"Angela snapped sharply. Reaching her one hand up she grabbed the chain that linked the two clips still fastened to Verity's nipples. She pulled on it firmly, not so strong it risked ripping the clips off but enough to stretch the nipples out. truth gasped in pain in the neck. But, most importantly Angela caught the flush on her daughter's cheeks and the flare in her eyes that indicated that pain also caused pleasance. Angela hid her need to smile. Yes, it was most certainly like female parent like girl. Angela held her hold on the range of mountains for an special twain of seconds. Watching the true's face as she did. Seeing the way she sucked in her breathing place, breath that shortened under the sense. Her eyes flashed with uncontrolled arousal. Angela hid another smiling as she released the chain.



"Ah yes, if you are grounded you can't go out with your friends for your birthday. You've been looking forward to visiting the nightclub for a while haven't you ?"verity opened her backtalk to speak, then caught the look on Angela's look. Closing her mouth she instead gave a quick nod. It seemed her girl was a quick learner."It would be a shame for you to miss that. But, you do need penalisation for what you've done."Angela pretended to think about what to do. As she did she brought the flogger into sight from behind her back. Verity's eyes flicked down to it and widened. For a bit her ventilation stopped, when it started up again it was tighter. Oh yes, it seemed trueness was interested in that possible idea.

"There is another option of course,"Angela said slowly. verity looked up at her with her big eyes. Angela ran her gaze down trueness's dead body. Past her daughter's plump breasts and over her flat venter to her round thighs with the faint red marks from where Verity had used the flogger on herself."The early selection is for you to go over to my bed. Climb onto it and kneel to wait for me to fetch up what you started with my flogger."Angela lifted the flogger up to flap 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 difference of opinion in her eyes was obvious. The fear of what it would stand for if she wandered over to the bed. The probable pain, against the loss of her Nox out. Angela saw the moment her daughter made her choice. Her eyes closed for a few moments. When the opened there was a cleverness to them, and a estrus in them that sent a thrill through Angela. Without a word verity turned and walked across the bedroom to the bed. As Angela watched verity reached the bed. For a second she hesitated, then seemed to tidy up her spine before climbing onto the bed and kneeling as Angela had told her too.

Unable to hide her grin Angela bent down to catch the spreader bar, cuffs, and the blindfold. She considered the gag but left it. For the foremost meter, it would be better if Verity could mouth. And Angela wanted to discover her daughter outcry as she punished her. Carrying the items she had chosen, along with the flogger still in her hand, she moved to the bed and dropped all the token onto the bed in wide view of Verity. She heard her daughter suction in a hint. Angela turned her head to conceal her smile. It would not do to allow her sub see her smile at that response. 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 query you will answer, do you read ?"the true nodded,"Out flashy Verity."Angela snapped.

"Yes mom,"the true said quickly.

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

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

"Good girl, you need to call back to respond me clearly. Before we fully get started we need to set rules. The primary one being that you are not to concur to anything you don't want to. If I push you too far, do something you do not like or are ineffectual to treat you are to tell me. Now, I am certain you might beg me to break without realising what you are saying. So, we need to set a word, a safe word. If you say this word I will stop what I am doing instantly."Angela considered for a moment then gave a small smile."Rhubarb that will be your safe word."It was a good choice. Verity hated Rhubarb, it was the just yield she would not eat. So it should not be heavily for Verity to remember it."Do you understand me, Verity ?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And what is your safe watchword ?"

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"Well done, do not forget it. I will do matter that will make you feel uncomfortable, I am going to punish you for what you did. If you find you can not take it, if the punishment is too much, use your safe word. Do you interpret ?"

"Yes schoolmistress,"Verity's tone was wobbly. Angela could see the hint 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, narrate me what you want me to do to you ?"

"I want you to, to punish me, Mistress."the true stammered over the words but managed to say them clearly.

"Good girlfriend,"Angela said letting her pride display through in her actor's line and expression. Angela picked up the blindfold."Time for me to put this on. Do not care though. I will not leave you. I am not moving from the side of meat of the bed while you wear the blindfold. This is a matter of trustfulness, do you trust me, the true ?"Angela asked the enquiry in as flat a smell as she could.

"Yes Mistress,"verity answered without any hesitancy. Her blue eyes looked up at her filled with trustfulness. The cartel of a girl of her mother and the rootage of the trust between a Sub and their Dom. Angela again let her brass radiancy with her pride. 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 cover."Now, lay down on your forepart on the bed please."Gingerly trueness did as asked. Angela moved down the bed, bringing the spreader bar with her. She brushed her finger's breadth down verity. Letting her feel the physical contact and know that she had not been left alone. At the end of the bed, Angela placed the bar below truth's human foot. Reaching down she took hold of one of trueness's ankles. She pulled it over to the end fastening on the bar and quickly fastened it around her mortise joint. She quickly took the other mortise joint and fastened that up. Forcing truth's legs all-inclusive on the bed. Angela looked down at her girl's bedspread pegleg. At the way that positioning tightened her tail and thigh. She moved back up the bed, still brushing her digit over Verity's skin.

"Are you still ok Verity ?"She asked.

"Yes fancy woman,"Verity answered, her voice unsettled but clear.

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

"pieplant Mistress."

"commodity girl, now I need you to reach your hands up to grasp the slats on the headboard."Verity did so, a little tentatively until she felt the slats and then she wrapped her hands around them with a certain 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. Solid bars of metal rather than the normal weaker and hollow metal slat that pattern headboards were made of. With the cuffs hooked around one metallic element slat, Angela fastened them to trueness's wrists. Pinning her hands above her head. Standing up she looked down at her daughter. Running her gaze over her defenseless, exposed physical structure. Seeing how pale her cutis was, how smooth. It called to the prevalent part in her. She wanted to note it, the estimate that she was going to be the first to do so send a frisson of pleasure through her. In a unearthly way, it felt veracious that she would be the first someone to leave sucker 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 Verity's thighs. She heard her daughter's soft razz 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 skin. I was going to ground you for two weeks so instead, I will give you fourteen lashes."the true gave a low mew of fearfulness."Are you ok for me to continue ?"Angela asked making certain.

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

"Good, commend if this becomes too much what word do you say ?"

"rhubarb Mistress."

"Correct,"Angela said as she lifted the scourger up into the air. She heard Verity's breathing tighten into flaccid gasps. Saw her body shaking in anticipation. Angela held her first blow, stretching out that moment. trueness shifted, tipping her point to one side as if trying to hear Angela.

"Mistress,"she began to say. Angela struck, bringing the flogger down onto truth's left buttock. A hard black eye, not full force out, but enough to sting. the true cried out and her torso jolted on the bed. Angela lifted the flogger up and held it for a moment. Then brought it down onto her other buttock with equal force out. The blow incited another cry from her daughter. A penetrative strait of stupor and pain. Angela's next black eye landed squarely in the middle, the fronds straddling both buttocks. trueness's cry was sharper, her trunk shuddering with the impact.

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

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

"trade good, that was three. So there are eleven to go."With that Angela struck again. This time aiming at the line where trueness's buttock met her go away thigh. Then she struck the thigh. Moving down she put two Thomas More lashes onto the back of the thigh. Moving down so the cobbler's last blow was nearly on the back of her articulatio genus. Then she moved to her other thigh, starting with the scummy blow she copied her blows on this thigh in setback. Moving up so the survive of the four nose candy was against the seam of her right buttock. verity gasped and cried out with each setback. Her legs jolting sharply, Angela frowned.

"You will have got to memorise to be still truth, but that will follow with time."She said in a dissatisfied tone. Verity did not reply."Are you still with me Verity, are you ok ?"For a match of mo there was no result then finally the true spoke.

"Yes, I'm still ok,"she said. Her phonation soft, almost floaty. Angela Lent over to await at truth's font and saw that her daughter was at to the lowest degree partially into subspace. Umm, she was so like Angela. It did not direct much to put her into that land of near bliss.

"trade good, only three more nose candy to go,"she told her. The first of these was backbreaking than the others. Lashing the flogger down onto Verity's left buttock again. She gave a sharp-worded squeal and her body arched away from the blow. The sec puff was across the other cheek with touch force.

"ass !"Verity shouted and bucked under the reversal. Angela raised her eyebrows at that. She had never heard her girl use obscenity like that before. For the utmost shock, Angela angled the strike to fall between Verity's wooden leg. At the posterior of her hindquarters and so the fronds would flick round to the front."FUCK !"trueness's cry was screamed out and she jolted hard on the bed. Her hands pulling at the headboard making the unharmed bed shift slightly. Angela stood straight, the flogger at her incline. Looking down at her handiwork.

trueness's ass and second joint were laced with red marking. Painting her pale hide in the most appealing way. Angela dropped the flogger and moved forwards. Putting one knee on the bed to steady herself she reached down to concern her daughter 's ass. Running her fingers over the reddened flesh. Verity lay on the bed sucking in air sharply. Her dead body shaking softly under Angela's bear on. Angela ran her manpower over truth's house ass and down her thighs.

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

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

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

"Yes, Mistress it did."

"Oh my pretty baby, you are just like your female parent,"Angela said, brushing her finger back up her second joint. Rubbing at the creese between her buttock and second joint. truth gave a soft moan, not of pain but this was one of pleasure. Angela slid her hand further under her thigh, rubbing at the early lips of the true's pussy. Her finger touched damp as she did."Baby girl, you're aroused aren't you,"Angela said, more a program line than a question.

"Yes Mistress,"Verity replied with a mix of superfluity and shock absorber in her voice. Angela smiled as she continued to rub softly at Verity's kayoed lips. She felt verity moving, shifting as if she was trying to labor herself against Angela's fingerbreadth. Angela lifted them away and Verity gave a subconscious mind mew of complaint. Quickly Angela moved to grab the spreader bar and used it to flip truth onto her back. The little girl hissed as her sensible skin landed on the bed. Then gave a lenient gasp as Angela pulled the blindfold off and looked her straight person in the eyes. Sliding her finger's breadth up the inside of Verity's leg as she did.

"You want more my minuscule sub ?"She asked in a feeling laced with desire.

"I, I don't understand,"Verity started to say. Then stopped as Angela held her hand between her second joint. Nearly touching her pussy but not quiet."Please, I want it fancy woman,"Verity said after a moment. Angela quickly pressed her finger's breadth into the damp flesh of her daughter's sex. Pushing her digit into the labia and finger just how wet she was.

"Fuck baby lady friend you're soaked."She gasped as she pushed her finger deeper into her flesh. Pressing one finger against the fond entrance. Then sliding it inside. Instantly it was gripped by the tight passage as she pushed the finger into trueness's body.

"Yessss,"the true 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 girl was not as destitute as Angela had believed. Not that it was a trouble, Angela could not talk. Her sexual experience had started way earlier that her parents would take ever thought reasonable. So what if her girl was the same. With that in mind, Angela began to jazz Verity with her fingerbreadth. Sliding it in deep with quick thrusts. Then adding a instant finger to stretch her daughter 's pussy wider. Verity groaned and pushed herself up into Angela 's hand. Angela decided to get back some ascendancy. She pressed her unloose paw onto verity 's stomach and pushed her down into the bed.

'' Do n't act girl, lay still and take it, '' Angela said in a sharp tone. Using her one hand she pinned Verity onto the bed and continued to thumb her.

'' Please, mistress, '' Verity begged. Trying to advertise into Angela 's handwriting again.

'' No, check moving ! '' Angela snapped and pulled her fingers out of Verity. The missy gave a voiced sob of distress.

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

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

'' But it 's so hard. ``

'' I know but you will enjoy it more, bank me. ``

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

'' commodity miss, let 's try this again, '' Angela said sliding two fingers back into the true 's drenched slit. Verity groaned and almost pushed up, but managed to hold herself still. `` trade good girl, '' Angela said as she began to fuck her pussy intemperate. Thrusting both fingers in as trench as they would go. The sound of her fingers thrusting in and out filled the air. But was soon drowned by Verity 's yell of passion. Those cries increased as Angela made sure the hound of her medal was pressed against Verity 's clit.

the true 's hands clawed above her oral sex. Gripping and then releasing the bars of the headboard repeatedly. Angela saw how her breathing place was coming in sharp gasps. Felt as truth fought not to go. She could finger the tautness in her girl 's stomach as she struggled with the need to incite. Angela was merciless. Driving her finger's breadth in and out with a punishing cycle. Then rubbing her thumb over Verity 's clit. The girl cried out sharply.

'' Oh fuck, mom ... mistress. '' She screamed as her physical structure shook with her desire. Angela felt that desire herself. Her pussy was soaked now. She knew when this was finished that she would postulate to finger herself to excuse the ache between her second joint. Watching her daughter coming undone like this was hot. In a terrifying and arousing manner. Angela had never been interested in women before. She had always been totally heterosexual person. But right now she wanted to be with Verity. Wanted to take in as her daughter came, wanted to be the one to do it. And part of her wanted truth to be the one who dealt with the ache in her pussy.

'' nookie, oh fuck mom I 'm, oh ass I 'm close. '' the true moaned loudly. Angela had never heard her daughter use spoken communication like that before. Maybe she should punish her for it later. For now, she wanted to see her girl coming.

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

'' Yes I 'm so last mom, schoolma'am please do n't stop, '' truth begged wildly, losing the battle against her need to move. Her articulatio coxae rocking slightly into Angela 's hand. Angela frowned, then opinion of the perfective punishment and reward.

'' In that case baby girl, '' she said reaching up to fascinate the chain attached to the nipple snip on trueness 's breasts. `` come for me, commit it to me. '' She snarled as she pulled on the chain. Stretching the true 's nipples out. truth screamed sharply then erupt into her orgasm. Her scream of pain sensation changing to a wild screech of passion. Her organic structure shuddering and rocking on the bed as she orgasmed. Angela pushed her daughter, fucking her heavy to stretch out her orgasm. Verity gasped loudly, desperately as Angela's actions worked. Pushing her orgasm on to stronger and wide length. Until finally Verity collapsed into the bed, panting firmly and lying limp. Angela slipped her digit from her cunt, lifting them up to her brim as she licked her girl's juice from them. Watching the true's eyes widen as she did so.

"My baby female child,"Angela said in a low husky voice."That was quite an orgasm you had there. I'm thought process that you're not as innocent as I may have thought."verity's human face flushed deeper and she half opened her sassing as if to refuse it."I'm not raging verity, you are a beautiful young woman and have every right to savor 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 ankle joint. Then lent up to undo the cuffs around her wrists. When she had she reached down to run her deal over verity's cheek.

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

"Yes, it hurt but it was ripe. And then when you touched me I was so off on."trueness said in a slightly shocked tone. Angela pulled her up to hug her, then rested her top dog on her knees.

"Baby young woman 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 wager at it but if you want a right dom I'm not it. I can arrange it, the man in the moving-picture show is my dom and he is very very much an alpha-dom. In fact, I think your experience would be estimable. 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 Wyrd. I know he has two other submissive's who he sees."

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

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