Verity wrapped the towel around her promontory to dry it after her shower. Walking out of the lav she walked towards her room. As she did she passed her female parent's bedroom doorway and stopped. She half move around towards the door. The home was silent, her mom was out, and would not be back from piece of work for a while. Which meant there was no one in the home to cease her if she went snooping for her birthday present. She had less than two weeks to go before her natal day and she still had no approximation what her mom was getting her. That was totally unendurable. Now she had a chance to snoop.



Moving quickly, she entered her mom's elbow room before she could talk herself out of it. Inside she glanced around the room. Flicking her gaze over her mom's king sizing bed with the weird metal skeletal frame that her mom had specifically made in the center of the room. Past the plain white-hot constitution board and towards the matching large white wardrobe. If there were any present hidden in the room they would have to be in there. She padded towards it and pulled open the treble threshold. Before bending down to set off sportfishing through the clothes to try and find any star sign of her presents. As she did the towel she had wrapped around her slipped off. She gave a low grumbling as she tried to tie it up again. But the second she bent over again it came undone. With a further rumble, she pulled the towel off and dropped it to the floor. Before beginning a in effect lookup for her present tense. 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 look inside.



It was immediately obvious that the box did not contain any presents. However, what it did contain was unusual and caught her attention. The start thing she saw was a black satin blindfold. Next to that was a unusual red ball with straps attached to it. Pulling both items out she looked at them curiously. The blindfold was easy to understand, but what was with that strange orb and the shoulder strap. She squeezed the nut, it was made of rubber. Shrugging she put it on the floor with the blindfold then looked into the box for the other token. These made her frown in not bad mix-up. The initiative item was a retentive 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 split it into four equal lengths. following to the bar were two hardening of handcuffs, the cuff part wrapped in a soft material. Below the handcuff were something that looked like a unusual brush but with thin airstrip of cloth rather than plumage. As she picked it up something slid off it. She just caught it before it fell to the story. It was a 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 pile of items by the box before checking out the strange clash. The landing strip she discovered were made of leather and felt quite sharply against her hand. The conclusion thing in the box was a belittled packet. She lifted it out, opened it and slid its contents out. What she saw made her gasp in shock.



They were photos, pic of her mom. Naked, tied up to what looked like the strange bar. The rubber ball in her sass like some sort of gag. A man, the true could not see his facial expression because of the angle of the photos, was using something similar to the unusual brush, only bigger, to hit her mom. the true could see the slip slapping against her mom's back as the man struck her. What caught truth's gaze was the look on her mother's face. There was painful sensation yes, but also a sort of raptus. Her mom had the Lapp look on her expression she got when eating her favourite expensive umber. In some way, the infliction seemed to be bringing her mom pleasure. How the heck did that work ?



trueness flicked through the photos, trying to see if there was anything in them that would explain that look of ecstasy on her mom's face. There was nothing, well not until the last few flick. In them the man had stopped hitting, had stopped beating her mom. Instead, he was lent down, his human face still hidden from the camera. His hired man was reaching under her mom. His fingers obviously rubbing at her mom's private spot. Her mom's manifestation had altered slightly, but only in that, the hurting was going. All that was left was the ecstasy. The verbalism on her mom's face was pure intimate joy. Verity could narrate, 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 of instruction, without all that trouncing and cuffs. That confused her, how do her mom had looked so lots like she was enjoying it ?



One thing that the exposure had shown her was what that mountain chain with the clips was for. She could see it clearly, the clips obviously fastened around her mom's teat. Picking up the mountain 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 tit. What did it sense like with those things 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 round in the photo to unmake one clipping. From her mom's expression that must ingest triggered something, Verity could guess what. Not that she had experienced an orgasm herself. In spitefulness of trying, as yet she had not orgasmed once.



Opening the one clip she moved it to her turgid mamilla. She sucked in a hint and held it. Then, before she could vary her judgement, she set the clip around her nipple and released it. Her breathing time shot out of her in a rush as she gasped at the shrill pain. She shivered sharply, but there was another feeling. A flaccid clue of pleasure between her stage. truth blinked, firstly to clear the tears the hurting had caused to fulfill her eyes. But also in shock at the syncope throb of pleasure. Sucking in a mates of breaths she took the other time and fastened it around her former nipple. The pain increased, making her suck her breathing in through clenched teeth. 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 picture wanting, needed to try out that thought.



Her mom was restrained in the picture, her feet and ankle cuffed to that bar. Verity realised that she could not whomp herself up totally. But she could try a trivial. The bar seemed too complicated for her to be able to use. But, the rule handcuff she could manage. Grabbing a set she was gladiolus to see the key was in the lock. She opened the lock and fastened the one manacle around her ankle. Clicking it closed but not too tightly. Then she held her manus behind her and fumbled for a few seconds until she managed to fasten the cuff around her wrist. Once she did she stayed still, just testing out how it felt. She pulled at the cuffs, which nearly tipped her over onto her front man. Which just went to prove she had been right not to fix up both manpower and mortise joint. It felt strange, even though her other script was free she still felt restricted. She was not sure if she enjoyed the feeling. But she kept the cuffs on her, leaving the key in the lock so she could easily untie them if she wanted. She needed to try out all of this now.



Picking up the matter that was obviously not a brushwood she ran the strips over her thigh. They felt common cold, hard against her pelt. She wondered what it would feel like striking her leg. Before she could over think it she flicked them against her second joint. Not too toilsome, but it was adequate to make her hiss at the sentiency. She knew she had held back, that shock was nowhere close to as unassailable as the man in the picture 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 forcefulness. She drew in another long breath, released it slowly. Then slapped the slip hard against her thigh.



"Irish bull, 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 score on her thigh. The throb pulsed harder, she felt herself muffle slightly between her second joint. A sensation she knew, from watching the school football squad at practice. As well as when she watched some of her female acquaintance in gymnastics after school. Not that she told anyone about that. She did not need her friends to conceive she was strange. Or that she was some sorting of lesbian. Still the tone between her legs was nice, as was the painfulness. 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 shocks of feeling through her. annoyance and pleasure together. Now she was most certainly damp, her breathing starting to hail in scant gasp. This was turning her on. Just as she was getting into a pattern she heard a noise downstairs, sounds of movement. turd, her mom was home.



"Verity, are you upstairs ?"She heard her mom call out. verity panicked, she could not let her mom line up her like this. She grabbed the photo and tried to advertize them back into the packet they had been in. But with only one bridge player all she did was spread them more. Shaking her head at her stupidity she reached round to undo the cuff, the key was not in the ringlet. Her middle went spacious in fear. She tried to count cycle to witness it. But that nearly tipped her over again. She reached down, padding her free hand at the floor. Desperate to find the key.



"Verity, are you ok ?"Her mom called, then she heard footsteps on the stairs. Her mom was coming upstairs. Panicking more she fumbled wildly at the level. Her digit brushed over the key. She grabbed at it. Only to knock it out of her grasp. She tried to shuffle herself round to find it. She caught sight of it in the corner of her eye. She reached for it, grabbed it, picked it up. Yes, she had it. But her time had run out !



"trueness !"Her mom's shocked cry froze her in situation and she slowly turned her head to look up at her mom. She stood in the door. Her one mitt on the form, the other pulled up to her oral cavity. Her saying one of repugnance and shock.



"I'm sorry mom,"verity said looking up at her. Angela could not answer, she was too shocked by the sight before her. What was her girl doing ? Why did she suffer 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 present tense,"Verity added, which explained what she was doing in Angela's room. That did not excuse why she knelt on the story with a set of mamilla clipping on her breasts and her one arm and leg fastened together. Nor did it explain the red crisscross on her ramification and side. Looking down at her teenage daughter Angela began to detect interesting facts. First Verity had yet to remove the time from her nipples. Second, her breathing was short, almost gasping. And it was more than just fright at being caught. The faint red boot on her face and chest showed that. Her eye were wide and undimmed. Angela felt sure that if she were to reach down between truth's thighs she would finger dampness. All of which was very interesting.



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



"On your foot,"Angela ordered. Verity obeyed quickly, standing with her straits down. character of that was her expecting to be in trouble. However, it was also the perfect tense submissive attitude."So, you wanted to regain your presents and you think that allows you to look through my individual things ?"Angela said, trueness looked up and opened her mouthpiece to speak."No, you don't get to verbalise !"Angela snapped, Verity's eyes went panoptic as her shock at the sharp tint flashed across her face."You don't speak unless I tell you to, nod if you understand."Verity gasped slightly, then nodded."skillful girl,"Angela told her watching her daughter's chemical reaction. Yes, there was blow at the tone Angela was using. She had never spoken to verity in such a coarse tonicity before. But also she spotted a flash of emotion in her eyes. A ostentation Angela knew well, one that showed the true was open to being submissive. It had been a recollective time since Angela had felt any dominant tendency. At spirit, she was a submissive. But had played the dominant allele in her past tense. When she was new and still feeling out her way in the BDSM world. Now, for some reason, she wanted to be her daughter's first prevailing experience.



"We have a berth here Verity, what am I to do to you ? You know looking around my things is not allowed and yet here you are doing it. That requires some sort of punishment. The question is what kind of penalisation should I give you ?"Angela said in as tail a smell she could manage. Making herself stand as upright as she could. Putting a tough aspect on her face."I could just found 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 mouth !"Angela snapped sharply. Reaching her one helping hand up she grabbed the Sir Ernst Boris Chain that linked the two clips still fastened to Verity's tit. She pulled on it firmly, not so gruelling it risked ripping the clips off but enough to stretch the nipples out. Verity gasped in nuisance. But, most importantly Angela caught the rush on her daughter's cheeks and the flash in her heart that indicated that pain in the neck also caused pleasance. Angela hid her pauperization to smile. Yes, it was most certainly like female parent like daughter. Angela held her hairgrip on the chain for an special distich of moment. Watching Verity's font as she did. Seeing the way she sucked in her breathing time, breath that shortened under the sensation. Her optic 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 friend for your birthday. You've been looking forward to visiting the nightclub for a while haven't you ?"trueness opened her mouth to speak, then caught the look on Angela's fount. Closing her rima oris she instead gave a immediate nod. It seemed her daughter was a quick learner."It would be a shame for you to escape that. But, you do need penalization for what you've done."Angela pretended to reckon about what to do. As she did she brought the flogger into scene from behind her rear. Verity's eyes flicked down to it and widened. For a minute her respiration stopped, when it started up again it was tighter. Oh yes, it seemed Verity was interested in that possible musical theme.

"There is another alternative of course,"Angela said slowly. Verity looked up at her with her big centre. Angela ran her regard down Verity's eubstance. Past her daughter's plump tit and over her flat stomach to her turn thighs with the syncope red marks from where truth had used the scourger on herself."The other option is for you to go over to my bed. Climb onto it and kneel to wait for me to stop what you started with my flogger."Angela lifted the flogger up to curl it slightly in front of Verity's heart. 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 awe of what it would mean if she wandered over to the bed. The likely pain, against the personnel casualty of her nighttime out. Angela saw the moment her daughter made her choice. Her center closed for a few moments. When the opened there was a luminance to them, and a hotness in them that sent a shiver through Angela. Without a word of honor trueness turned and walked across the bedroom to the bed. As Angela watched Verity reached the bed. For a moment she hesitated, then seemed to straighten her cover before climbing onto the bed and kneeling as Angela had told her too.

Unable to veil her grinning Angela bent down to catch the spreader bar, turnup, and the blindfold. She considered the gag but left it. For the first time, it would be easily if Verity could speak. And Angela wanted to discover her daughter cries as she punished her. Carrying the items she had chosen, along with the flogger still in her handwriting, she moved to the bed and dropped all the detail onto the bed in broad view of Verity. She heard her daughter suck in a breathing place. Angela turned her head to hide 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 inquiry you will answer, do you realise ?"Verity nodded,"Out aloud Verity."Angela snapped.

"Yes mom,"Verity said quickly.

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

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

"Good lady friend, you need to retrieve to answer me clearly. Before we fully get started we need to set regulation. The principal 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 tell me. Now, I am certain you might beg me to give up without realising what you are saying. So, we need to set a word, a good Logos. If you say this Word I will stop what I am doing instantly."Angela considered for a import then gave a lowly grin."rhubarb that will be your safe word."It was a good choice. Verity hated Rhubarb, it was the entirely fruit she would not eat. So it should not be surd for Verity to remember it."Do you empathize me, Verity ?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And what is your safety word ?"

"rhubarb plant Mistress."

"well done, do not bury it. I will do things that will cause you feel uncomfortable, I am going to punish you for what you did. If you find you can not take it, if the penalty is too often, use your dependable word. Do you understand ?"

"Yes schoolmarm,"verity's tone was rickety. Angela could see the jot of awe in her girl's centre.

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

"No, I want to do this Mistress."

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

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

"trade good girl,"Angela said letting her pride appearance through in her countersign and expression. Angela picked up the blindfold."Time for me to put this on. Do not vex though. I will not leave you. I am not moving from the side of the bed while you wear the blindfold. This is a matter of combine, do you trust me, Verity ?"Angela asked the query in as matted a tone as she could.

"Yes mistress,"Verity answered without any waver. Her spicy eyes looked up at her filled with confidence. The trustingness of a daughter of her mother and the source of the trust between a Sub and their Dom. Angela again let her fount shine with her pridefulness. Letting Verity see it. Before wrapping the blindfold around her look and tying it behind her oral sex. Instantly Verity's breathing tightened further.

"I am still here truth,"Angela told her, putting her hand on her back."Now, lay down on your presence on the bed please."Gingerly Verity did as asked. Angela moved down the bed, bringing the broadcaster bar with her. She brushed her fingers down Verity. Letting her flavour the contact and know that she had not been left alone. At the end of the bed, Angela placed the bar below Verity's foot. Reaching down she took hold of one of Verity's ankle joint. She pulled it over to the end fastening on the bar and quickly fastened it around her ankle joint. She quickly took the early ankle and fastened that up. Forcing Verity's wooden leg wide on the bed. Angela looked down at her daughter's spread leg. At the way that stance tightened her buttocks and thighs. She moved back up the bed, still brushing her finger's breadth over truth's skin.

"Are you still ok Verity ?"She asked.

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

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

"rhubarb Mistress."

"commodity girl, now I need you to reach your hands up to grasp the slats on the headboard."truth did so, a small tentatively until she felt the slats 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 usage made. firm bars of metal rather than the normal weaker and hollow metal slats that formula headboards were made of. With the cuffs hooked around one metal spline, Angela fastened them to verity's wrist. Pinning her helping hand above her head. Standing up she looked down at her daughter. Running her regard over her naked, exposed consistency. Seeing how sick her skin was, how smooth. It called to the rife character in her. She wanted to strike out it, the idea that she was going to be the first to do so beam a shudder of pleasance through her. In a uncanny way, it felt right field that she would be the foremost person to leave fall guy on her daughter's skin. Angela's breathing shortened as she looked down at trueness. Then she lent down and picked up the flogger. Reaching over she let the fronds brush against Verity's thigh. She heard her girl's soft hiss and saw her suction in a abrupt breath.

"This is punishment, but it is also pleasure. This scourger is softer than it could be. So it will not be as discriminating on your tegument. I was going to ground you for two weeks so instead, I will cave in you 14 lashes."verity gave a low mew of fear."Are you ok for me to continue ?"Angela asked making certain.

"Y, Yes fancy woman,"trueness said in a low voice.

"commodity, think back if this becomes too much what word do you say ?"

"Rhubarb Mistress."

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

"Mistress,"she began to say. Angela struck, bringing the flogger down onto the true's left cheek. A toilsome blow, not full power, but enough to sting. Verity cried out and her torso jolted on the bed. Angela lifted the flogger up and held it for a here and now. Then brought it down onto her other cheek with rival force play. The coke incited another cry from her girl. A sharp sound of shock and pain. Angela's following blast landed squarely in the middle, the fronds straddling both buttocks. verity's cry was sharper, her body shuddering with the impact.

"Are you still ok Verity ?"Angela asked the true who nodded."Verbal answers 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 sentence aiming at the seam where verity's buttock met her left thigh. Then she struck the thigh. Moving down she put two more lashes onto the back of the second joint. Moving down so the last setback was nearly on the back of her genu. Then she moved to her other thigh, starting with the last black eye she copied her blows on this thigh in reverse. Moving up so the lowest of the four blows was against the line of her right buttock. truth gasped and cried out with each blow. Her legs jolting sharply, Angela frowned.

"You will make to learn to be still Verity, but that will amount with time."She said in a dissatisfied spirit. Verity did not reply."Are you still with me Verity, are you ok ?"For a duad of seconds there was no answer then finally truth spoke.

"Yes, I'm still ok,"she said. Her voice soft, almost floaty. Angela Lententide over to look at truth's typeface and saw that her girl was at to the lowest degree partially into subspace. Umm, she was so like Angela. It did not involve much to put her into that state of near bliss.

"trade good, only three more blows to go,"she told her. The first of these was punishing than the others. Lashing the flogger down onto Verity's left buttock again. She gave a keen squeal and her torso arched away from the blow. The endorsement C was across the other buttock with equal force.

"piece of tail !"trueness shouted and bucked under the setback. Angela raised her eyebrows at that. She had never heard her girl use obscenity like that before. For the hold out blow, Angela angled the strike to hang between Verity's wooden leg. At the bottom of her buttocks and so the fronds would flick rung to the front."FUCK !"Verity's cry was screamed out and she jolted hard on the bed. Her script pulling at the headboard making the whole bed displacement slightly. Angela stood straight, the scourger at her face. Looking down at her handiwork.

Verity's ass and second joint were laced with red print. Painting her pallid skin in the most appealing way. Angela dropped the flogger and moved forwards. Putting one articulatio genus on the bed to steady herself she reached down to touch her daughter 's ass. Running her fingers over the reddened flesh. trueness lay on the bed sucking in air sharply. Her body shaking softly under Angela's touch. Angela ran her hands over Verity's house ass and down her thighs.

"Oh, baby girl your tegument is so hot. You look so beautiful with the redness on your body."Angela said in a indulgent 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 sensation felt just, felt rightfield yes ?"

"Yes, Mistress it did."

"Oh my pretty baby, you are just like your mother,"Angela said, brushing her fingerbreadth back up her second joint. Rubbing at the furrow between her buttock and thigh. Verity gave a soft moan, not of annoyance but this was one of pleasure. Angela slid her paw further under her thigh, rubbing at the other lips of Verity's kitty-cat. Her digit touched dampness as she did."Baby girl, you're aroused aren't you,"Angela said, more a financial statement than a question.

"Yes Mistress,"trueness replied with a mix of embarrassment and shock in her voice. Angela smiled as she continued to rub softly at trueness's outer lips. She felt verity moving, shifting as if she was trying to push herself against Angela's fingers. Angela lifted them away and Verity gave a subconscious mew of complaint. Quickly Angela moved to take hold of the broadcaster bar and used it to interchange the true onto her spine. The girl hissed as her sensitive skin landed on the bed. Then gave a soft gasp as Angela pulled the blindfold off and looked her straight in the eyes. Sliding her finger up the inside of trueness's leg as she did.

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

"I, I don't understand,"truth started to say. Then stopped as Angela held her hand between her thighs. Nearly touching her cunt but not quiet."Please, I want it kept woman,"truth said after a consequence. Angela quickly pressed her fingers into the damp chassis of her daughter's sex. Pushing her finger into the labia and feel just how wet she was.

"Fuck baby girl you're soaked."She gasped as she pushed her finger deeper into her material body. Pressing one finger against the warm up entrance. Then sliding it inside. Instantly it was gripped by the tight transit as she pushed the finger into Verity's body.

"Yessss,"truth hissed and rocked into Angela's manus. Angela gasped at just how wet her girl 's slit was. Along with the wanton way she was rocking against her paw. 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 induce ever thought reasonable. So what if her daughter was the same. With that in mind, Angela began to fuck truth with her fingerbreadth. Sliding it in deep with warm push. Then adding a second finger to stretch her girl 's pussy wider. Verity groaned and pushed herself up into Angela 's hand. Angela decided to get back some ascendance. She pressed her barren paw onto Verity 's stomach and pushed her down into the bed.

'' Do n't propel young woman, lay still and contract it, '' Angela said in a sharp tone. Using her one hand she pinned Verity onto the bed and continued to finger her.

'' Please, schoolma'am, '' truth begged. Trying to push into Angela 's hand again.

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

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

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

'' But it 's so hard. ``

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

'' I. I 'll try, '' the true said after a few moments.

'' goodness girl, let 's try this again, '' Angela said sliding two fingers back into Verity 's dowse pussy. Verity groaned and almost pushed up, but managed to hold herself still. `` Good girl, '' Angela said as she began to have a go at it her pussy punishing. Thrusting both fingers in as deep as they would go. The speech sound of her finger thrusting in and out filled the air. But was soon drowned by the true 's cry of passion. Those cries increased as Angela made trusted the blackguard of her medallion was pressed against Verity 's clit.

Verity 's hired man clawed above her head. Gripping and then releasing the measure of the headboard repeatedly. Angela saw how her breath was coming in sharp pant. Felt as Verity fought not to motivate. She could feel the tension in her daughter 's stomach as she struggled with the indigence to motivate. Angela was merciless. Driving her fingers in and out with a punishing rhythm. Then rubbing her thumb over Verity 's clit. The daughter cried out sharply.

'' Oh fuck, mom ... schoolmistress. '' She screamed as her body shook with her desire. Angela felt that desire herself. Her pussy was soaked now. She knew when this was finished that she would postulate to finger herself to relieve the ache between her thigh. Watching her girl coming undone like this was hot. In a terrifying and arousing manner. Angela had never been interested in char before. She had always been totally straight. But right now she wanted to be with trueness. Wanted to watch as her girl came, wanted to be the one to cause it. And component part of her wanted Verity to be the one who dealt with the ache in her pussy.

'' shag, oh fuck mom I 'm, oh piece of tail I 'm close. '' Verity moaned loudly. Angela had never heard her daughter use speech like that before. Maybe she should punish her for it later. For now, she wanted to see her daughter coming.

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

'' Yes I 'm so shut mom, fancy woman please do n't stop, '' the true begged wildly, losing the battle against her need to move. Her rosehip rocking slightly into Angela 's hand. Angela frowned, then idea of the perfect punishment and reward.

'' In that pillow slip baby female child, '' she said reaching up to spellbind the chain attached to the nipple clips on Verity 's breasts. `` Come for me, fall in it to me. '' She snarled as she pulled on the chain. Stretching verity 's teat out. the true screamed sharply then break open into her coming. Her scream of infliction changing to a uncivilized scream of passionateness. Her body shuddering and rocking on the bed as she orgasmed. Angela pushed her daughter, fucking her hard to stretch along out her orgasm. Verity gasped loudly, desperately as Angela's actions worked. Pushing her orgasm on to stronger and broad distance. Until finally Verity collapsed into the bed, panting operose and lying limp. Angela slipped her fingers from her slit, lifting them up to her lips as she licked her daughter's succus from them. Watching Verity's eyes widen as she did so.

"My sister young woman,"Angela said in a low husky vox."That was quite an sexual climax you had there. I'm intellection that you're not as ingenuous as I may take in thought."truth's expression flushed deeper and she half opened her mouth as if to refuse it."I'm not angry Verity, you are a beautiful young woman and have every right to relish yourself,"Angela told her quickly."And you look so pretty when you come sweetheart."As she spoke Angela moved to loosen the fastening on Verity's articulatio talocruralis. Then lent up to undo the cuffs around her wrists. When she had she reached down to run her hand over the true'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 release on."the true said in a slightly shocked tint. Angela pulled her up to hug her, then rested her head on her articulatio genus.

"Baby girl you are so like me. And if you want me to do that to you again I will. However, I am not a proper dominant. I can 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 good. As he likes to end his scenes with sex, great sex in fact."

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

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

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

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