Verity wrapped the towel around her capitulum to dry it after her shower. Walking out of the lavatory she walked towards her room. As she did she passed her mother's sleeping room door and stopped. She half turned towards the threshold. The firm was silent, her mom was out, and would not be back from body of work for a spell. Which meant there was no one in the sign to stop her if she went snooping for her birthday nowadays. She had less than two week to go before her birthday and she still had no estimation what her mom was getting her. That was totally intolerable. Now she had a chance to snoop.



Moving quickly, she entered her mom's elbow room before she could verbalise herself out of it. Inside she glanced around the way. Flicking her gaze over her mom's king size bed with the weird alloy inning that her mom had specifically made in the middle of the room. Past the plain white makeup board and towards the matching large white closet. If there were any presents hidden in the room they would induce to be in there. She padded towards it and pulled open the double room access. Before bending down to start fishing through the clothes to try and find any house of her present tense. As she did the towel she had wrapped around her slipped off. She gave a low grumble as she tried to tie it up again. But the 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 honorable lookup for her present tense. Soon she found a prominent box that looked promising. She dragged it out, dropped to her articulatio genus by it and lifted off the lid to look inside.



It was immediately obvious that the box did not stop any present tense. However, what it did contain was unusual and caught her attention. The first thing she saw was a pitch-dark satin blindfold. side by side to that was a strange red Ball with straps attached to it. Pulling both particular out she looked at them curiously. The blindfold was easy to understand, but what was with that strange ball and the straps. She squeezed the musket ball, it was made of rubber eraser. Shrugging she put it on the floor with the blindfold then looked into the box for the other item. These made her frown in greater mix-up. The first item was a foresightful metallic element bar with four arctic 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 equate lengths. adjacent to the bar were two sets of handcuffs, the handlock part wrapped in a piano material. Below the cuffs were something that looked like a strange brush but with slim down strips of material rather than feathers. As she picked it up something slid off it. She just caught it before it fell to the level. It was a chain with two strange snip at each end. As she had no idea what the chain of mountains was for she put it on the growing big money of items by the box before checking out the unusual brushwood. The flight strip she discovered were made of leather and felt quite knifelike against her hand. The terminal thing in the box was a small packet. She lifted it out, opened it and slid its contents out. What she saw made her gasp in shock.



They were photos, exposure of her mom. Naked, tied up to what looked like the unknown bar. The rubber bollock in her backtalk like some sort of gag. A man, Verity could not see his side because of the angle of the photos, was using something similar to the strange brush, only bragging, to hit her mom. Verity could see the funnies slapping against her mom's back as the man struck her. What caught Verity's gaze was the look on her mother's grimace. There was pain in the ass yes, but also a sort of rapture. Her mom had the Saami look on her boldness she got when eating her favourite expensive deep brown. In some way, the pain seemed to be bringing her mom pleasure. How the heck did that work ?



Verity flicked through the photos, trying to see if there was anything in them that would explain that face of ecstasy on her mom's face. There was nothing, well not until the hold out few word-painting. In them the man had stopped hitting, had stopped beating her mom. Instead, he was lent down, his cheek still hidden from the camera. His script was reaching under her mom. His fingers obviously rubbing at her mom's private home. Her mom's expression had altered slightly, but only in that, the pain sensation was going. All that was left was the ecstasy. The look on her mom's look was vestal intimate pleasure. Verity could tell apart, 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 drubbing and turnup. That confused her, how come in her mom had looked so much like she was enjoying it ?



One thing that the photograph had shown her was what that strand with the clips was for. She could see it clearly, the clips obviously fastened around her mom's nipples. Picking up the concatenation she looked at the clip. Opening them was fairly easy and she looked from the one snip to the photos of her mom and then down to her own breasts. What did it finger like with those matter on your nipples ? Obviously, her mom liked it. It seemed, from the last photograph, that her mom enjoyed it more when they were removed. As the man reached round in the photograph to undo one clip. From her mom's expression that must have triggered something, truth could venture what. Not that she had experienced an sexual climax herself. In spite of trying, as yet she had not orgasmed once.



Opening the one snip she moved it to her puffy mamilla. She sucked in a breath and held it. Then, before she could convert her mind, she set the clip around her nipple and released it. Her breath shot out of her in a Benjamin Rush as she gasped at the sharp pain sensation. She shivered sharply, but there was another feeling. A soft hint of pleasance between her wooden leg. Verity blinked, firstly to clear the split the nuisance had caused to fill her middle. But also in shock at the syncope throb of pleasance. Sucking in a duad of breathing place she took the other clip and fastened it around her former nipple. The pain increased, making her suck her ventilation in through clenched tooth. But, the throb of pleasure between her legs increased. What was going on with her ? Was she like her mom, did she like pain ? Quickly she glanced down at the picture wanting, needed to test that thought.



Her mom was restrained in the photos, her invertebrate foot and ankles cuffed to that bar. Verity realised that she could not cuff herself up totally. But she could try a little. The bar seemed too complicated for her to be able to use. But, the normal handcuff she could care. Grabbing a set she was gladiola to see the key was in the lock chamber. She opened the whorl and fastened the one manacle around her ankle. Clicking it closed but not too tightly. Then she held her paw behind her and fumbled for a few seconds until she managed to fasten the manacle around her wrist. Once she did she stayed still, just testing out how it felt. She pulled at the cuffs, which nearly tipped her over onto her front. Which just went to prove she had been right not to tighten up both hands and ankles. It felt strange, even though her other hand was free she still felt restricted. She was not trusted if she enjoyed the feeling. But she kept the handlock on her, leaving the key in the lock so she could easily undo them if she wanted. She needed to try out all of this now.



Picking up the thing that was obviously not a encounter she ran the strip show over her second joint. They felt insensate, laborious against her hide. She wondered what it would feel like striking her leg. Before she could over think it she flicked them against her thigh. Not too hard, but it was decent to create her boo at the sensation. She knew she had held back, that blast was nowhere close to as strong as the man in the photos had been striking her mom. Ok, there was no way she was going to try it that hard. He really looked like he was going broad force. She drew in another long intimation, released it slowly. Then slapped the funnies hard against her thigh.



"crap, that hurts,"she gasped. And yet, the faint pounding between her branch pulsed again. So she hit her leg again, and then again. Leaving red brand on her thigh. The throb pulsed harder, she felt herself moisten slightly between her thighs. A sensation she knew, from watching the school football team at practice. As well as when she watched some of her female person acquaintance in gymnastics after school. Not that she told anyone about that. She did not want her ally to cerebrate she was unknown. Or that she was some sort of tribade. Still the feeling between her branch was skillful, as was the nuisance. She slapped the ‘ brush'against her former leg. Then reached around to copy the man in the photo. By slapping it against her backside. Sending shocks of feeling through her. Pain and pleasure together. Now she was most certainly damp, her breathing starting to number in poor pant. This was turning her on. Just as she was getting into a pattern she heard a disturbance downstairs, sounds of apparent movement. poop, her mom was home.



"Verity, are you upstairs ?"She heard her mom call out. Verity panicked, she could not let her mom witness her like this. She grabbed the photo and tried to push them back into the package they had been in. But with only one helping hand all she did was scatter them more. Shaking her heading at her imbecility she reached round to untie the cuffs, the key was not in the lock. Her eyes went wide in fear. She tried to look daily round to find it. But that nearly tipped her over again. She reached down, padding her free mitt at the story. Desperate to notice the key.



"trueness, 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 fingers brushed over the key. She grabbed at it. Only to bump it out of her grasp. She tried to shuffle herself lash out to find out it. She caught pile of it in the corner of her eye. She reached for it, grabbed it, picked it up. Yes, she had it. But her clip had run out !



"trueness !"Her mom's shocked cry froze her in piazza and she slowly turned her pass to see up at her mom. She stood in the doorway. Her one hired hand on the frame, the other pulled up to her lip. Her expression one of repulsion and shock.



"I'm sorry mom,"Verity said looking up at her. Angela could not respond, she was too shocked by the sight before her. What was her daughter doing ? Why did she have Angela's roleplay box ? The one she kept for if her Dom, Robb, wanted to run when he came round."I was looking for my natal day presents,"the true added, which explained what she was doing in Angela's room. That did not excuse why she knelt on the floor with a set of nipple clips on her boob and her one arm and leg fastened together. Nor did it excuse the red marks on her legs and side. Looking down at her teenage daughter Angela began to notice interesting facts. First the true had yet to remove the clips from her nipples. Second, her breathing was short, almost gasping. And it was more than just fear at being caught. The faint red flush on her face and chest of drawers showed that. Her eyes were wide and brilliantly. Angela felt certain that if she were to reach down between the true's thighs she would finger moistness. All of which was very interesting.



"Give me the key to those cuffs,"Angela said, in a penetrating tone. verity nodded and held up the key. Taking it off her Angela crouched down behind verity to undo the manacle and publish her daughter. As she did she took a mystifying breath in, yes there was the swoon speck of stimulation. verity was just like her, the pain aroused her. Angela gave a quick grin behind Verity'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 human foot,"Angela ordered. Verity obeyed quickly, standing with her drumhead down. constituent of that was her expecting to be in trouble. However, it was also the perfect subservient position."So, you wanted to find your presents and you think that allows you to look through my private things ?"Angela said, Verity looked up and opened her mouth to utter."No, you don't get to verbalize !"Angela snapped, trueness's eyes went spacious as her shock at the acuate tone flashed across her face."You don't speak unless I tell you to, nod if you understand."Verity gasped slightly, then nodded."Good girl,"Angela told her watching her daughter's reaction. Yes, there was shock at the tone Angela was using. She had never spoken to verity in such a harsh feel before. But also she spotted a jiffy of emotion in her eyes. A New York minute Angela knew well, one that showed Verity was open to being submissive. It had been a hanker time since Angela had felt any dominant tendencies. At heart, she was a slavish. But had played the dominant in her yesteryear. When she was younger and still feeling out her way in the BDSM world. Now, for some rationality, she wanted to be her daughter's first dominant experience.



"We have a situation here truth, what am I to do to you ? You know looking around my affair is not allowed and yet here you are doing it. That requires some sort of punishment. The interrogative sentence is what form of penalization should I establish you ?"Angela said in as nates a tone she could superintend. Making herself stand as upright as she could. Putting a hard saying on her face."I could just crunch you, two workweek would do. No phone, no TV, no going out at all."trueness looked up at her with wide eyes.



"But,"she started to say.



"I said not to verbalise !"Angela snapped sharply. Reaching her one hand up she grabbed the chain that linked the two time still fastened to Verity's nipples. She pulled on it firmly, not so surd it risked ripping the cartridge holder off but enough to stretch the nipples out. Verity gasped in pain in the ass. But, almost importantly Angela caught the thrill on her daughter's cheeks and the flare in her eyes that indicated that pain also caused pleasure. Angela hid her need to smile. Yes, it was most certainly like mother like girl. Angela held her grip on the range for an supernumerary duo of seconds. Watching Verity'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 grinning 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 nightspot for a while haven't you ?"Verity opened her mouth to mouth, then caught the look on Angela's face. Closing her oral cavity she instead gave a quick nod. It seemed her daughter was a quick learner."It would be a shame for you to miss that. But, you do need penalty for what you've done."Angela pretended to think about what to do. As she did she brought the flogger into eyeshot from behind her back. verity's centre flicked down to it and widened. For a moment her ventilation stopped, when it started up again it was tighter. Oh yes, it seemed trueness was interested in that possible estimate.

"There is another option of course,"Angela said slowly. Verity looked up at her with her big eyes. Angela ran her gaze down the true's body. Past her daughter's plump breasts and over her plane abdomen to her round thighs with the faint red marks from where Verity had used the flogger on herself."The other option is for you to go over to my bed. Climb onto it and kneel to wait for me to finish what you started with my flogger."Angela lifted the scourger up to wave it slightly in front of Verity's eyes. Her daughter looked up at her then down to the flogger. Then glanced back towards the bed. The engagement in her eye was obvious. The fear of what it would mean if she wandered over to the bed. The probable hurting, against the exit of her night out. Angela saw the moment her girl made her alternative. Her center closed for a few moments. When the opened there was a brightness level to them, and a rut in them that sent a thrill through Angela. Without a word trueness turned and walked across the sleeping room to the bed. As Angela watched verity reached the bed. For a here and now she hesitated, then seemed to straighten her back before climbing onto the bed and kneeling as Angela had told her too.

Unable to hide her grin Angela bent down to grab the spreader bar, handcuff, and the blindfold. She considered the gag but left it. For the maiden time, it would be unspoilt if Verity could speak. And Angela wanted to try her girl cries 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 particular onto the bed in full opinion of trueness. She heard her daughter suck in a intimation. Angela turned her brain to blot out her smiling. It would not do to leave her sub see her grinning at that chemical reaction. And now, that was exactly what Verity was, her sub.

"rightfulness,"Angela said."I know I told you to be mute but from now on in I need you to be vocal. When I ask a dubiousness you will answer, do you understand ?"Verity nodded,"Out loud Verity."Angela snapped.

"Yes mom,"the true said quickly.

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

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

"Good little girl, you need to remember to resolve me clearly. Before we fully get started we need to set normal. The primary one being that you are not to agree to anything you don't want to. If I push you too far, do something you do not like or are unable to wield you are to recite me. Now, I am certain you might beg me to stop without realising what you are saying. So, we need to set a word, a condom news. If you say this Holy Writ I will intercept what I am doing instantly."Angela considered for a instant then gave a small smiling."Rhubarb that will be your safe word."It was a dear alternative. Verity hated pieplant, it was the solely yield she would not eat. So it should not be hard for Verity to call up it."Do you realise me, verity ?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And what is your good parole ?"

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"well done, do not forget it. I will do things that will hold you finger uncomfortable, I am going to penalize you for what you did. If you find you can not take it, if the punishment is too very much, use your safe Book. Do you empathize ?"

"Yes schoolmistress,"truth's tone was shaky. Angela could see the hint of fear in her daughter's eyes.

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

"No, I want to do this Mistress."

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

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

"Good girl,"Angela said letting her pridefulness show through in her Holy Writ and formula. Angela picked up the blindfold."fourth dimension for me to put this on. Do not worry though. I will not go away you. I am not moving from the side of the bed while you wear the blindfold. This is a matter of trustingness, do you intrust me, Verity ?"Angela asked the motion in as matted a feel as she could.

"Yes fancy woman,"the true answered without any disinclination. Her blue eyes looked up at her filled with trust. The trust of a daughter of her female parent and the beginning of the trust between a Sub and their Dom. Angela again let her face shine with her pride. Letting truth see it. Before wrapping the blindfold around her face and tying it behind her forefront. Instantly trueness's breathing tightened further.

"I am still here Verity,"Angela told her, putting her hand on her back."Now, lay down on your front on the bed please."Gingerly trueness did as asked. Angela moved down the bed, bringing the spreader bar with her. She brushed her fingers down truth. Letting her feel the contact and know that she had not been left alone. At the end of the bed, Angela placed the bar below verity's ft. Reaching down she took hold of one of Verity's ankle. She pulled it over to the end attachment on the bar and quickly fastened it around her articulatio talocruralis. She quickly took the former ankle and fastened that up. Forcing Verity's legs wide on the bed. Angela looked down at her girl's spread wooden leg. At the way that position tightened her buttocks 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,"the true answered, her interpreter uncertain but clear.

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

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"Good girl, now I need you to reach your paw up to grasp the slats on the headboard."Verity did so, a short tentatively until she felt the slats and then she wrapped her hands around them with a sure manner. Angela picked up the cuffs and curled them around one of the spline. They were made of metallic element, Angela had got them usance made. whole bars of metal rather than the convention weaker and hollow metallic element slats that normal headboards were made of. With the cuffs hooked around one alloy slat, Angela fastened them to Verity's carpus. Pinning her mitt above her top dog. Standing up she looked down at her daughter. Running her gaze over her naked, exposed eubstance. Seeing how pale her skin was, how smooth. It called to the dominant section in her. She wanted to pock it, the idea that she was going to be the 1st to do so place a shiver of pleasure through her. In a uncanny way, it felt veracious that she would be the commencement person to leave marks on her daughter's skin. Angela's breathing shortened as she looked down at truth. Then she lent down and picked up the flogger. Reaching over she let the fronds thicket against trueness's thighs. She heard her daughter's subdued snort and saw her sucking in a sharp breath.

"This is punishment, but it is also joy. This flogger is softer than it could be. So it will not be as incisive on your skin. I was going to ground you for two weeks so instead, I will give you 14 lashes."trueness gave a humble mew of veneration."Are you ok for me to go forward ?"Angela asked making certain.

"Y, Yes kept woman,"verity said in a low voice.

"good, recollect if this becomes too very much what Son do you say ?"

"rhubarb plant Mistress."

"Correct,"Angela said as she lifted the flogger up into the air. She heard trueness's breathing tighten into gentle gasp. Saw her consistence shaking in anticipation. Angela held her low blow, stretching out that here and now. verity shifted, tipping her head to one slope as if trying to get wind Angela.

"Mistress,"she began to say. Angela struck, bringing the scourger down onto Verity's left buttock. A arduous reversal, not full force, but enough to sting. Verity cried out and her dead body jolted on the bed. Angela lifted the flogger up and held it for a instant. Then brought it down onto her other buttock with equal force. The blast incited another cry from her daughter. A crisp sound of shock and pain. Angela's next puff landed squarely in the center, the fronds straddling both seat. verity's cry was incisive, her body shuddering with the impact.

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

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

"Good, that was three. So there are eleven to go."With that Angela struck again. This time aiming at the line where verity's buttock met her left second joint. Then she struck the thigh. Moving down she put two more lash onto the back of the thigh. Moving down so the last reversal was nearly on the back of her knee. Then she moved to her other thigh, starting with the lowest bump she copied her blows on this thigh in verso. Moving up so the end of the four blows was against the crinkle of her right cheek. trueness gasped and cried out with each setback. Her peg jolting sharply, Angela frowned.

"You will have to learn to be still Verity, but that will come with time."She said in a dissatisfy tone. trueness did not reply."Are you still with me Verity, are you ok ?"For a brace of seconds there was no result then finally verity spoke.

"Yes, I'm still ok,"she said. Her representative 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 aim much to put her into that State of skinny bliss.

"good, only three more blows to go,"she told her. The world-class of these was intemperately than the others. Lashing the flogger down onto Verity's left buttock again. She gave a sharp squeal and her body arched away from the blow. The second blow was across the former buttock with equal force.

"shag !"Verity shouted and bucked under the blow. Angela raised her eyebrow at that. She had never heard her daughter use dirty word like that before. For the lowest blast, Angela angled the smasher to pass between Verity's legs. At the rear of her buttocks and so the fronds would flick round of golf to the front line."ass !"truth's cry was screamed out and she jolted hard on the bed. Her hands pulling at the headboard making the whole bed transformation slightly. Angela stood straight, the flogger at her side. Looking down at her handiwork.

Verity's ass and second joint were laced with red marks. Painting her pale peel in the most appealing way. Angela dropped the flogger and moved forwards. Putting one stifle on the bed to steady herself she reached down to touch her girl 's ass. Running her fingers over the red flesh. the true lay on the bed sucking in air sharply. Her eubstance shaking softly under Angela's touch. Angela ran her hands over Verity's house ass and down her thighs.

"Oh, baby girl your skin is so hot. You look so beautiful with the rubor on your body."Angela said in a soft vocalization. the true gave a minor mew in reply.

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

"Yes, I bet you do. It hurt but that pain felt upright, felt properly yes ?"

"Yes, kept woman it did."

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

"Yes Mistress,"Verity replied with a mix of overplus and shock in her voice. Angela smiled as she continued to rub softly at Verity's outer lip. 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 snaffle the broadcaster bar and used it to toss Verity onto her rachis. The girl hissed as her medium skin landed on the bed. Then gave a soft gasp as Angela pulled the blindfold off and looked her straight person in the eye. Sliding her finger up the inside of truth's leg as she did.

"You want More my little sub ?"She asked in a tone laced with desire.

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

"Fuck babe girl you're soaked."She gasped as she pushed her fingers deeper into her form. Pressing one finger against the warm up 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 daughter 's puss was. Along with the wanton way she was rocking against her hand. It was obvious that her daughter was not as sinless 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 stimulate ever thought reasonable. So what if her daughter was the like. With that in nous, Angela began to fuck trueness with her finger's breadth. Sliding it in cryptical with warm thrusts. Then adding a minute finger to adulterate her daughter 's pussy wider. truth groaned and pushed herself up into Angela 's hand. Angela decided to get back some command. She pressed her costless script onto trueness 's breadbasket and pushed her Down into the bed.

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

'' Please, mistress, '' Verity begged. Trying to press into Angela 's hand again.

'' No, stop moving ! '' Angela snapped and pulled her finger out of the true. The girl gave a voiced 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 savour it more, trust me. ``

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

'' trade good girl, let 's try this again, '' Angela said sliding two fingers back into Verity 's drenched pussy. Verity groaned and almost pushed up, but managed to hold herself still. `` Good girl, '' Angela said as she began to sleep together her pussy intemperate. Thrusting both fingers in as deep as they would go. The audio of her fingers thrusting in and out filled the air. But was soon drowned by trueness 's vociferation of cacoethes. Those cries increased as Angela made sure the cad of her medal was pressed against trueness 's clit.

trueness 's hands clawed above her promontory. Gripping and then releasing the bars of the headboard repeatedly. Angela saw how her hint was coming in sharp gasps. Felt as the true fought not to propel. She could experience the tension in her daughter 's stomach as she struggled with the pauperism to actuate. Angela was merciless. Driving her fingers in and out with a punishing rhythm. Then rubbing her ovolo over Verity 's clit. The girl cried out sharply.

'' Oh nookie, mom ... schoolmistress. '' She screamed as her dead body shook with her desire. Angela felt that desire herself. Her slit was soaked now. She knew when this was finished that she would need to finger herself to remedy the ache between her thigh. Watching her daughter coming undone like this was hot. In a terrifying and arousing manner. Angela had never been occupy in cleaning woman before. She had always been totally straight. But right now she wanted to be with Verity. Wanted to look on as her daughter came, wanted to be the one to cause it. And part of her require trueness to be the one who dealt with the aching in her pussy.

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

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

'' Yes I 'm so close mom, mistress please do n't barricade, '' trueness begged wildly, losing the battle against her need to move. Her pelvic arch rocking slightly into Angela 's hand. Angela frowned, then sentiment of the perfect punishment and reward.

'' In that case baby fille, '' she said reaching up to fascinate the chain attached to the tit time on Verity 's breasts. `` Come for me, give it to me. '' She snarled as she pulled on the chain. Stretching Verity 's nipples out. Verity screamed sharply then burst into her orgasm. Her screaming of pain changing to a wild shrieking of mania. Her consistence shuddering and rocking on the bed as she orgasmed. Angela pushed her daughter, fucking her punishing to stretch out her climax. Verity gasped loudly, desperately as Angela's natural action worked. Pushing her sexual climax on to stronger and replete distance. Until finally verity collapsed into the bed, panting punishing and lying hobble. Angela slipped her finger from her pussy, lifting them up to her lip as she licked her daughter's juice from them. Watching Verity's center widen as she did so.

"My baby girl,"Angela said in a low husky representative."That was quite an orgasm you had there. I'm thinking that you're not as innocent as I may have thought."trueness's face flushed deeper and she one-half opened her mouth as if to deny it."I'm not angry verity, you are a beautiful young woman and have every right to love yourself,"Angela told her quickly."And you look so pretty when you come sweetheart."As she spoke Angela moved to unmake the fastening on Verity's ankle. Then lent up to undo the cuffs around her wrist joint. When she had she reached down to run her helping hand over Verity's cheek.

"Are you still ok child female child ?"She asked softly, verity nodded softly.

"Yes, it hurt but it was skillful. And then when you touched me I was so change by reversal on."Verity said in a slightly shocked tone. 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 allele. I can toy 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 scenery with sex, great sex in fact."

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

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

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

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