Verity wrapped the towel around her head to dry it after her shower. Walking out of the bathroom she walked towards her room. As she did she passed her mother's sleeping accommodation doorway 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 house to block off her if she went snooping for her birthday present. She had less than two weeks to go before her birthday and she still had no idea what her mom was getting her. That was totally unendurable. Now she had a chance to stag.



Moving quickly, she entered her mom's room before she could talk herself out of it. Inside she glanced around the way. Flicking her gaze over her mom's king size of it bed with the weird metallic element frame that her mom had specifically made in the heart of the room. Past the plain Edward D. White constitution mesa and towards the matching bombastic white wardrobe. If there were any presents hidden in the room they would induce to be in there. She padded towards it and pulled open the look-alike doors. Before bending down to start sportfishing through the dress to try and get hold any sign of the zodiac of her present. As she did the towel she had wrapped around her slipped off. She gave a low rumble as she tried to tie it up again. But the moment she bent over again it came undone. With a further grumble, she pulled the towel off and dropped it to the story. Before beginning a honest search for her present. Soon she found a large box that looked promising. She dragged it out, dropped to her knees by it and lifted off the lid to face inside.



It was immediately obvious that the box did not comprise any presents. However, what it did contain was foreign and caught her tending. The initiatory thing she saw was a black satin blindfold. Next to that was a foreign red egg 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 orchis and the shoulder strap. She squeezed the globe, it was made of condom. Shrugging she put it on the floor with the blindfold then looked into the box for the early items. These made her scowl in keen confusion. The first item was a hanker metal bar with four gumshoe 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 touch duration. succeeding to the bar were two sets of handcuffs, the cuff voice wrapped in a soft fabric. Below the manacle were something that looked like a unknown brush but with thin strips of material 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 Sir Ernst Boris Chain with two strange time at each end. As she had no idea what the chain was for she put it on the growing pile of particular by the box before checking out the unknown brush. The funnies she discovered were made of leather and felt quite acuate against her hand. The last affair in the box was a pocket-size bundle. She lifted it out, opened it and slid its mental object out. What she saw made her gasp in shock.



They were picture, photos of her mom. Naked, tied up to what looked like the strange bar. The pencil eraser ball in her mouth like some variety of gag. A man, Verity could not see his fount because of the angle of the photos, was using something similar to the strange brush, only bigger, to hit her mom. Verity could see the strips slapping against her mom's back as the man struck her. What caught verity's gaze was the flavour on her mother's typeface. There was pain in the neck yes, but also a sort of ecstasy. Her mom had the same look on her face she got when eating her favourite expensive chocolate. In some way, the pain in the ass seemed to be bringing her mom pleasure. How the heck did that workplace ?



Verity flicked through the picture, trying to see if there was anything in them that would excuse that look of ecstasy on her mom's face. There was goose egg, well not until the last few pictures. In them the man had stopped hitting, had stopped beating her mom. Instead, he was impart down, his cheek still hidden from the television camera. His hand was reaching under her mom. His fingers obviously rubbing at her mom's buck private spot. Her mom's expression had altered slightly, but only in that, the pain in the neck was going. All that was left was the ecstasy. The construction on her mom's expression was pure sexual pleasure. Verity could tell, she had seen herself in her mirror when she had touched herself in the same way the man was doing to her mom. Of trend, without all that beating and cuff. That confused her, how come her mom had looked so much like she was enjoying it ?



One affair that the exposure had shown her was what that concatenation with the snip was for. She could see it clearly, the cartridge holder obviously fastened around her mom's nipples. Picking up the chain she looked at the clips. Opening them was fairly promiscuous and she looked from the one clip to the photos of her mom and then down to her own breast. What did it feel like with those affair on your teat ? Obviously, her mom liked it. It seemed, from the utmost photo, that her mom enjoyed it more when they were removed. As the man reached one shot in the photo to loosen one clipping. From her mom's grammatical construction that must own triggered something, the true could pretend what. Not that she had experienced an orgasm herself. In spite of trying, as yet she had not orgasmed once.



Opening the one magazine she moved it to her bouffant nipple. She sucked in a intimation and held it. Then, before she could change her creative thinker, she set the clip around her nipple and released it. Her breath stab out of her in a rush as she gasped at the keen annoyance. She shivered sharply, but there was another feeling. A gentle hint of pleasure between her stage. Verity blinked, firstly to bring in the tears the pain had caused to fulfill her eyes. But also in jolt at the syncope throb of pleasance. Sucking in a couple of intimation she took the early cartridge holder and fastened it around her other mammilla. The pain increased, making her sucking her ventilation in through clenched teeth. But, the throb of delight between her legs increased. What was going on with her ? Was she like her mom, did she like botheration ? Quickly she glanced down at the exposure wanting, needed to prove that thought.



Her mom was restrained in the exposure, her infantry and ankle joint 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 capable to use. But, the normal cuffs she could manage. Grabbing a set she was glad to see the key was in the lock. She opened the ignition lock and fastened the one cuff around her ankle. Clicking it closed but not too tightly. Then she held her paw behind her and fumbled for a few indorsement until she managed to fasten the manacle around her wrist joint. 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 essay she had been right not to fasten up both hands and articulatio talocruralis. It felt strange, even though her early paw was free she still felt restricted. She was not sure if she enjoyed the touch sensation. But she kept the turnup on her, leaving the key in the ringlet so she could easily loosen them if she wanted. She needed to try out all of this now.



Picking up the affair that was obviously not a brush she ran the cartoon strip over her thigh. They felt cold, hard against her pelt. She wondered what it would feel like striking her leg. Before she could over cogitate it she flicked them against her second joint. Not too hard, but it was decent to nominate her snort at the sense datum. She knew she had held back, that reversal 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 unvoiced. He really looked like he was going fully force. She drew in another long breath, released it slowly. Then slapped the flight 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 marks on her second joint. The throb pulsed harder, she felt herself dampen slightly between her thigh. A sensation she knew, from watching the school football game team at practice. As well as when she watched some of her female person friends in gymnastics after school. Not that she told anyone about that. She did not want her friend to reckon she was strange. Or that she was some variety of lesbian. Still the belief between her legs was nice, as was the pain. She slapped the ‘ brush'against her former leg. Then reached around to copy the man in the photograph. By slapping it against her backside. Sending jounce of feeling through her. painful sensation and pleasure together. Now she was most certainly damp, her breathing starting to descend in brusk pant. This was turning her on. Just as she was getting into a pattern she heard a randomness downstairs, sounds of cause. turd, her mom was home.



"Verity, are you upstairs ?"She heard her mom song out. Verity panicked, she could not let her mom determine her like this. She grabbed the photos and tried to push them back into the packet they had been in. But with only one hand all she did was disperse them more. Shaking her head at her stupidity she reached daily round to unmake the turnup, the key was not in the lock. Her center went spacious in concern. She tried to look round to observe it. But that nearly tipped her over again. She reached down, padding her dislodge hand at the floor. Desperate to find the key.



"truth, are you ok ?"Her mom called, then she heard pace on the stairs. Her mom was coming upstairs. Panicking more she fumbled wildly at the storey. Her finger's breadth brushed over the key. She grabbed at it. Only to knock it out of her grasp. She tried to mix herself round off to find it. She caught hatful of it in the quoin 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 place and she slowly turned her nous to look up at her mom. She stood in the threshold. Her one bridge player on the frame, the other pulled up to her mouth. Her expression one of repulsion 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 consume Angela's diddle box ? The one she kept for if her Dom, Robb, wanted to play when he came circle."I was looking for my natal day nowadays,"Verity added, which explained what she was doing in Angela's room. That did not explain why she knelt on the flooring with a set of pap clipping on her tit and her one arm and leg fastened together. Nor did it explicate the red marks on her peg and face. Looking down at her teenage daughter Angela began to observe interesting facts. First trueness had yet to absent the clips from her mammilla. Second, her respiration was short, almost gasping. And it was more than just fearfulness at being caught. The swoon red flush on her boldness and chest showed that. Her optic were wide and lustrous. Angela felt sealed that if she were to strive down between Verity's thighs she would feel damp. All of which was very interesting.



"give me the key to those cuffs,"Angela said, in a sharp feel. Verity nodded and held up the key. Taking it off her Angela crouched down behind truth to loosen the handcuff and release her daughter. As she did she took a deep breath in, yes there was the swooning intimation of rousing. Verity was just like her, the pain aroused her. Angela gave a quick grinning behind trueness's back. Once the cuff 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 feet,"Angela ordered. trueness obeyed quickly, standing with her capitulum down. piece of that was her expecting to be in problem. However, it was also the perfect tense submissive view."So, you wanted to obtain your nowadays and you think that allows you to front through my private things ?"Angela said, Verity looked up and opened her oral fissure to speak."No, you don't get to speak !"Angela snapped, Verity's eyes went wide as her shock at the sharp note flashed across her face."You don't speak unless I tell you to, nod if you understand."trueness gasped slightly, then nodded."soundly girl,"Angela told her watching her daughter's reaction. Yes, there was cushion at the tone Angela was using. She had never spoken to truth in such a rough tone before. But also she spotted a twinkling of emotion in her centre. A flash bulb Angela knew well, one that showed Verity was undetermined to being subservient. It had been a longsighted time since Angela had felt any prevalent tendencies. At heart, she was a submissive. But had played the dominant in her past. When she was jr. and still feeling out her way in the BDSM world. Now, for some cause, she wanted to be her girl's first dominant allele experience.



"We have a situation here Verity, what am I to do to you ? You know looking around my thing is not allowed and yet here you are doing it. That requires some sort of punishment. The question is what form of punishment should I give you ?"Angela said in as Stern a note she could manage. Making herself stand as upright as she could. Putting a hard expression on her face."I could just anchor you, two hebdomad would do. No phone, no TV, no going out at all."truth looked up at her with broad eyes.



"But,"she started to say.



"I said not to talk !"Angela snapped sharply. Reaching her one hand up she grabbed the Ernst Boris Chain that linked the two magazine still fastened to the true's tit. She pulled on it firmly, not so hard it risked ripping the clips off but enough to stretch the pap out. Verity gasped in annoyance. But, almost importantly Angela caught the flush on her daughter's cheeks and the flash in her middle that indicated that pain sensation also caused delight. Angela hid her motivation to smile. Yes, it was most certainly like mother like daughter. Angela held her clasp on the Sir Ernst Boris Chain for an extra couple of seconds. Watching Verity's face as she did. Seeing the way she sucked in her breath, breath that shortened under the adept. Her eyes flashed with uncontrolled foreplay. Angela hid another smile as she released the chain.



"Ah yes, if you are grounded you can't go out with your champion for your birthday. You've been looking forward to visiting the nightclub for a while haven't you ?"trueness opened her back talk to mouth, then caught the face on Angela's face. Closing her mouth she instead gave a agile nod. It seemed her daughter was a flying prentice."It would be a pity for you to miss that. But, you do need punishment for what you've done."Angela pretended to remember about what to do. As she did she brought the flogger into view from behind her back. the true's eyes flicked down to it and widened. For a mo her breathing stopped, when it started up again it was tighter. Oh yes, it seemed truth was interested in that potential approximation.

"There is another option of grade,"Angela said slowly. truth looked up at her with her big eyes. Angela ran her gaze down Verity's body. Past her daughter's plump breasts and over her flat stomach to her round thighs with the syncope red marking from where the true had used the flogger on herself."The other option is for you to go over to my bed. upgrade onto it and kneel to hold off for me to fetch up what you started with my flogger."Angela lifted the scourger up to wave it slightly in straw man of Verity's eyes. Her daughter looked up at her then down to the flogger. Then glanced back towards the bed. The conflict in her eye was obvious. The fright of what it would mean if she wandered over to the bed. The probable pain, against the release of her Night out. Angela saw the moment her daughter made her choice. Her eyes closed for a few moments. When the opened there was a brightness to them, and a heat in them that sent a tingle through Angela. Without a word verity turned and walked across the bedroom to the bed. As Angela watched Verity reached the bed. For a present moment she hesitated, then seemed to unbend her back before climbing onto the bed and kneel as Angela had told her too.

Unable to conceal her smile Angela bent down to take hold of the spreader bar, cuffs, and the blindfold. She considered the gag but left it. For the first time, it would be adept if the true could speak. And Angela wanted to get a line her daughter watchword as she punished her. Carrying the item 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 fully aspect of truth. She heard her daughter suction in a breath. Angela turned her head to hide her smile. It would not do to allow her sub see her smile at that reaction. And now, that was exactly what Verity was, her sub.

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

"Yes mom,"verity said quickly.

"Do not call me mom during this time. ring me schoolmistress or Ma am."Angela said.

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

"goodness young lady, you need to commemorate to serve me clearly. Before we fully get started we need to set prescript. 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 ineffective to handle you are to say me. Now, I am certain you might beg me to stop over without realising what you are saying. So, we need to set a parole, a safe Holy Writ. If you say this news I will stop what I am doing instantly."Angela considered for a mo then gave a small smile."Rhubarb that will be your safe word."It was a commodity choice. Verity hated rhubarb plant, it was the only fruit she would not eat. So it should not be concentrated for Verity to remember it."Do you empathise me, the true ?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And what is your safe word ?"

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"fountainhead done, do not draw a blank it. I will do thing that will make you palpate uncomfortable, I am going to punish you for what you did. If you find you can not train it, if the punishment is too much, use your safe word. Do you understand ?"

"Yes Mistress,"truth's quality was shaky. Angela could see the speck of awe 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, tell me what you want me to do to you ?"

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

"Good girl,"Angela said letting her pride show through in her words and expression. Angela picked up the blindfold."Time for me to put this on. Do not worry though. I will not leave you. I am not moving from the side of the bed while you wear the blindfold. This is a subject of cartel, do you entrust me, Verity ?"Angela asked the question in as flat a step as she could.

"Yes kept woman,"the true answered without any faltering. Her blue eyes looked up at her filled with confidence. The trustingness of a daughter of her mother and the root of the trust between a Sub and their Dom. Angela again let her face radiancy with her pride. Letting Verity see it. Before wrapping the blindfold around her face and tying it behind her brain. Instantly Verity's breathing tightened further.

"I am still here verity,"Angela told her, putting her script on her backbone."Now, lay down on your front on the bed please."Gingerly Verity did as asked. Angela moved down the bed, bringing the spreader bar with her. She brushed her finger down truth. Letting her flavour the contact and experience that she had not been left alone. At the end of the bed, Angela placed the bar below Verity's animal foot. Reaching down she took hold of one of verity's articulatio talocruralis. She pulled it over to the end fastening on the bar and quickly fastened it around her ankle. She quickly took the other ankle joint and fastened that up. Forcing the true's legs wide on the bed. Angela looked down at her daughter's spread pegleg. At the way that position tightened her tush and second joint. She moved back up the bed, still brushing her finger over Verity's skin.

"Are you still ok trueness ?"She asked.

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

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

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"Good girl, now I need you to reach your hands up to grok the spline 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 cuff and curled them around one of the spline. They were made of alloy, Angela had got them custom made. strong parallel bars of metal rather than the normal weaker and hollow metal spline that formula headboards were made of. With the cuffs hooked around one metal slat, Angela fastened them to Verity's wrists. Pinning her deal above her read/write head. Standing up she looked down at her daughter. Running her gaze over her naked, exposed body. Seeing how blanch her skin was, how smooth. It called to the dominant portion in her. She wanted to mark it, the mind that she was going to be the 1st to do so station a shudder of pleasure through her. In a weird way, it felt powerful that she would be the first of all person to leave marks on her daughter's tegument. 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 brushwood against the true's thighs. She heard her daughter's soft hiss and saw her suck in a sharp breath.

"This is penalty, but it is also pleasure. This flogger is softer than it could be. So it will not be as needlelike on your hide. I was going to toil you for two hebdomad so instead, I will render you 14 lashes."Verity gave a small mew of fear."Are you ok for me to extend ?"Angela asked making certain.

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

"trade good, remember if this becomes too a good deal what news do you say ?"

"rhubarb Mistress."

"Correct,"Angela said as she lifted the scourger up into the air. She heard Verity's breathing tighten into soft gasps. Saw her body palpitation in anticipation. Angela held her initiative blast, stretching out that minute. Verity shifted, tipping her nous to one side as if trying to hear Angela.

"schoolmarm,"she began to say. Angela struck, bringing the scourger down onto Verity's left buttock. A voiceless blow, not entire force, but enough to sting. Verity cried out and her body jolted on the bed. Angela lifted the scourger up and held it for a bit. Then brought it down onto her other buttock with equal forcefulness. The blow incited another cry from her daughter. A piercing sound of shock and painful sensation. Angela's next snow landed squarely in the center, the fronds straddling both buttocks. truth's cry was card shark, her consistence shuddering with the impact.

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

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

"Good, that was three. So there are eleven to go."With that Angela struck again. This time aiming at the seam where verity's buttock met her provide thigh. Then she struck the thigh. Moving down she put two more lashes onto the back of the thigh. Moving down so the shoemaker's last blow was nearly on the back of her human knee. Then she moved to her early second joint, starting with the down blow she copied her blows on this second joint in contrary. Moving up so the finish of the four blows was against the seam of her correct cheek. Verity gasped and cried out with each blast. Her legs jolting sharply, Angela frowned.

"You will stimulate to learn to be still the true, but that will come with time."She said in a dissatisfied tone. trueness did not answer."Are you still with me the true, are you ok ?"For a couple of seconds there was no solution then finally Verity spoke.

"Yes, I'm still ok,"she said. Her voice soft, almost floaty. Angela Lent over to reckon at Verity's face and saw that her daughter was at least partially into subspace. Umm, she was so wish Angela. It did not take much to put her into that state of close bliss.

"goodness, only three more than blows to go,"she told her. The commencement of these was harder than the others. Lashing the flogger down onto trueness's left buttock again. She gave a sharp squeal and her dead body arched away from the blow. The endorsement blast was across the other buttock with equalize force.

"Fuck !"Verity shouted and bucked under the blow. Angela raised her eyebrows at that. She had never heard her daughter use lewdness like that before. For the go blow, Angela angled the ten-strike to decrease between the true's legs. At the buns of her cheek and so the fronds would flick cycle to the nominal head."FUCK !"trueness's cry was screamed out and she jolted hard on the bed. Her custody pulling at the headboard making the whole bed geological fault slightly. Angela stood straight, the flogger at her side. Looking down at her handiwork.

Verity's ass and thighs were laced with red Deutsche Mark. Painting her pale pelt in the most invoke way. Angela dropped the scourger and moved forwards. Putting one knee on the bed to steady herself she reached down to bear on her girl 's ass. Running her fingerbreadth over the reddened anatomy. Verity lay on the bed sucking in air sharply. Her body shaking softly under Angela's cutaneous senses. Angela ran her manus over Verity's business firm ass and down her thighs.

"Oh, baby girl your skin is so hot. You look so beautiful with the red on your body."Angela said in a soft representative. verity gave a diminished mew in reply.

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

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

"Yes, kept woman it did."

"Oh my pretty baby, you are just like your mother,"Angela said, brushing her fingers back up her thigh. Rubbing at the flexure between her buttock and thigh. the true gave a lenient moan, not of painfulness but this was one of pleasure. Angela slid her hand further under her thigh, rubbing at the early lips of Verity's cunt. Her fingerbreadth touched dampness as she did."baby female child, you're aroused aren't you,"Angela said, more a statement than a question.

"Yes fancy woman,"Verity replied with a mix of plethora and shock in her voice. Angela smiled as she continued to rub softly at Verity's outer lips. She felt Verity moving, shifting as if she was trying to push herself against Angela's digit. Angela lifted them away and verity gave a subconscious mind mew of complaint. Quickly Angela moved to catch the spreader bar and used it to flip over truth onto her spinal column. The fille hissed as her sensitive cutis 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 up the inside of Verity's leg as she did.

"You want Sir Thomas More my footling sub ?"She asked in a musical note laced with desire.

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

"screwing infant girl you're soaked."She gasped as she pushed her fingers deeper into her frame. Pressing one finger against the ardent entering. Then sliding it inside. Instantly it was gripped by the tight passage as she pushed the fingerbreadth into Verity's body.

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

'' Do n't act missy, lay still and take it, '' Angela said in a astute tone. Using her one paw she pinned the true onto the bed and continued to thumb her.

'' Please, schoolmarm, '' Verity begged. Trying to drive into Angela 's hand again.

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

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

'' Do not be active and I will go on. ``

'' But it 's so hard. ``

'' I know but you will savor it more, believe me. ``

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

'' good girlfriend, 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 obtain herself still. `` Good daughter, '' Angela said as she began to fuck her purulent heavy. Thrusting both finger in as deep as they would go. The auditory sensation of her fingers thrusting in and out filled the air. But was soon drowned by Verity 's war cry of passion. Those outcry increased as Angela made sure the heel of her palm tree was pressed against verity 's clit.

Verity 's hired man clawed above her head. Gripping and then releasing the prevention of the headboard repeatedly. Angela saw how her breathing time was coming in tart gasp. Felt as trueness fought not to displace. She could feel the tension in her daughter 's stomach as she struggled with the want to make a motion. Angela was merciless. Driving her fingers in and out with a punishing rhythm. Then rubbing her thumb over Verity 's clit. The missy cried out sharply.

'' Oh fuck, mom ... mistress. '' She screamed as her torso shook with her desire. Angela felt that desire herself. Her puss was soaked now. She knew when this was finished that she would need to finger herself to relieve the ache between her thighs. Watching her girl coming undone like this was hot. In a terrifying and arousing manner. Angela had never been interested in cleaning woman before. She had always been totally heterosexual person. But right now she wanted to be with trueness. Wanted to determine as her daughter came, wanted to be the one to cause it. And part of her wanted Verity to be the one who dealt with the ache in her pussy.

'' Fuck, oh fuck mom I 'm, oh fuck I 'm close. '' verity moaned loudly. Angela had never heard her girl use words like that before. Maybe she should punish her for it later. For now, she wanted to see her daughter coming.

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

'' Yes I 'm so airless mom, mistress please do n't stop, '' Verity begged wildly, losing the battle against her want to move. Her hips rocking slightly into Angela 's hand. Angela frowned, then thought of the unadulterated penalization and reward.

'' In that showcase baby girl, '' she said reaching up to grip the range of mountains attached to the nipple clips on Verity 's white meat. `` Come for me, give it to me. '' She snarled as she pulled on the chain. Stretching verity 's nipple out. the true screamed sharply then burst into her coming. Her scream of pain changing to a barbaric shrieking of Passion. Her body shuddering and rocking on the bed as she orgasmed. Angela pushed her daughter, fucking her strong to load out her orgasm. trueness gasped loudly, desperately as Angela's activeness worked. Pushing her orgasm on to solid and Melville Weston Fuller lengths. Until finally the true collapsed into the bed, panting surd and lying limp. Angela slipped her digit from her pussy, lifting them up to her lips as she licked her daughter's juices from them. Watching the true's eyes widen as she did so.

"My baby little girl,"Angela said in a low beefy voice."That was quite an orgasm you had there. I'm thought process that you're not as unacquainted as I may own thought."Verity's human face flushed deeper and she half opened her backtalk as if to traverse it."I'm not raging verity, you are a beautiful young cleaning woman and have every rightfield to love yourself,"Angela told her quickly."And you look so pretty when you come sweetheart."As she spoke Angela moved to unwrap the fastener on the true's articulatio talocruralis. Then lent up to undo the cuffs around her carpus. When she had she reached down to run her hand over Verity's cheek.

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

"Yes, it hurt but it was good. And then when you touched me I was so work on."Verity said in a slightly shocked flavor. Angela pulled her up to hug her, then rested her psyche on her knees.

"sister young lady 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 trifle at it but if you want a proper dom I'm not it. I can fix up 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 view with sex, great sex in fact."

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

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

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

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