verity wrapped the towel around her head to dry it after her shower. Walking out of the bathroom she walked towards her elbow room. As she did she passed her mother's bedroom door and stopped. She half rick 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 kibosh her if she went snooping for her natal day present. She had to a lesser extent than two week to go before her natal day and she still had no idea what her mom was getting her. That was totally intolerable. Now she had a opportunity to snoop.



Moving quickly, she entered her mom's room before she could talk herself out of it. Inside she glanced around the elbow room. Flicking her regard over her mom's king size bed with the weird metal build that her mom had specifically made in the midriff of the room. Past the field white makeup tabular array and towards the matching magnanimous white wardrobe. If there were any presents hidden in the room they would have to be in there. She padded towards it and pulled open the bivalent threshold. Before bending down to pop fishing through the clothes to try and detect any mark of her nowadays. 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 instant she bent over again it came undone. With a further grumble, she pulled the towel off and dropped it to the trading floor. Before beginning a unspoiled hunt for her nowadays. Soon she found a bombastic box that looked promising. She dragged it out, dropped to her articulatio genus by it and lifted off the lid to reckon inside.



It was immediately obvious that the box did not hold any nowadays. However, what it did contain was strange and caught her attention. The get-go matter she saw was a black satin blindfold. Next to that was a strange red ball with straps attached to it. Pulling both token out she looked at them curiously. The blindfold was easy to read, but what was with that strange lump and the straps. She squeezed the ball, it was made of prophylactic. Shrugging she put it on the level with the blindfold then looked into the box for the early items. These made her frown in greater confusion. The low item was a long metallic element bar with four rubber hoops attached to it. Two at the end of the bar and two further in from the end. Their positions along the bar seemed to break up it into four equal duration. Next to the bar were two Seth of manacle, the manacle piece wrapped in a lenient material. Below the cuffs were something that looked like a strange coppice but with flimsy strips of material rather than feathers. As she picked it up something slid off it. She just caught it before it fell to the storey. It was a Sir Ernst Boris Chain with two strange clips at each end. As she had no idea what the Ernst Boris Chain was for she put it on the growing big money of items by the box before checking out the strange thicket. The slip she discovered were made of leather and felt quite sharp against her bridge player. The cobbler's last thing in the box was a small mailboat. She lifted it out, opened it and slid its cognitive content out. What she saw made her pant in shock.



They were picture, photos of her mom. Naked, tied up to what looked like the foreign bar. The synthetic rubber globe in her back talk like some variety of gag. A man, Verity could not see his face because of the slant of the exposure, was using something similar to the strange brush, only openhanded, to hit her mom. the true could see the strip show slapping against her mom's back as the man struck her. What caught the true's gaze was the look on her mother's face. There was botheration yes, but also a sort of cristal. Her mom had the same flavor on her face she got when eating her favourite expensive coffee. In some way, the pain seemed to be bringing her mom delight. How the heck did that body of work ?



Verity flicked through the photos, trying to see if there was anything in them that would explicate that look of XTC on her mom's face. There was zero, 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 face still hidden from the tv camera. His hand was reaching under her mom. His fingers obviously rubbing at her mom's individual stead. Her mom's expression had altered slightly, but only in that, the annoyance was going. All that was left was the ecstasy. The formula on her mom's font was virgin sexual pleasance. the true could tell, she had seen herself in her mirror when she had touched herself in the Lapp way the man was doing to her mom. Of course, without all that beating and handlock. That confused her, how make out her mom had looked so much like she was enjoying it ?



One thing that the picture had shown her was what that chain with the clips was for. She could see it clearly, the clip obviously fastened around her mom's nipples. Picking up the chain she looked at the cartridge holder. Opening them was fairly easy and she looked from the one time to the photo of her mom and then down to her own breasts. What did it find like with those things on your teat ? 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 circle in the photo to untie one clip. From her mom's expression that must have triggered something, Verity could guess what. Not that she had experienced an orgasm herself. In spite of trying, as yet she had not orgasmed once.



Opening the one snip she moved it to her turgid pap. She sucked in a hint and held it. Then, before she could change her mind, she set the clip around her nipple and released it. Her breath shot out of her in a Rush as she gasped at the penetrating pain. She shivered sharply, but there was another feeling. A easygoing wind of pleasure between her legs. verity blinked, firstly to clear the snag the pain had caused to fill her eyes. But also in shock at the faint pounding of delight. Sucking in a couple of breathing time she took the other clip and fastened it around her other nipple. The pain increased, making her suck her breathing in through clenched teeth. But, the throb of pleasure between her stage increased. What was going on with her ? Was she like her mom, did she like pain ? Quickly she glanced down at the photos wanting, needed to try that thought.



Her mom was restrained in the photos, her feet 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 able to use. But, the convention cuffs she could make do. Grabbing a set she was glad to see the key was in the lock. She opened the lock and fastened the one cuff around her ankle joint. Clicking it closed but not too tightly. Then she held her hands 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 turnup, which nearly tipped her over onto her strawman. Which just went to examine she had been right not to fasten up both hands and ankles. It felt strange, even though her other hand was free she still felt restricted. She was not sure as shooting if she enjoyed the intuitive 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 thing that was obviously not a light touch she ran the strips over her thigh. They felt cold-blooded, hard against her skin. She wondered what it would feel like striking her leg. Before she could over reckon it she flicked them against her thigh. Not too hard, but it was enough to make her razz at the sentiency. She knew she had held back, that blast was nowhere close to as firm as the man in the photo had been striking her mom. Ok, there was no way she was going to try it that heavy. He really looked like he was going full violence. She drew in another long breath, released it slowly. Then slapped the strips hard against her thigh.



"crap, that hurts,"she gasped. And yet, the deliquium throb between her pegleg pulsed again. So she hit her leg again, and then again. Leaving red target on her thigh. The throb pulsed harder, she felt herself stifle slightly between her second joint. A sensation she knew, from watching the school football game team at practice. As well as when she watched some of her female Quaker in gymnastics after schooling. Not that she told anyone about that. She did not want her friend to retrieve she was strange. Or that she was some variety of lesbian. Still the feeling between her legs was nice, as was the painfulness. She slapped the ‘ brush'against her early leg. Then reached around to replicate the man in the photos. By slapping it against her buns. Sending stupor of feeling through her. Pain and pleasure together. Now she was most certainly damp, her breathing starting to fare in shorter gasp. This was turning her on. Just as she was getting into a pattern she heard a noise downstairs, sounds of effort. Crap, her mom was home.



"Verity, are you upstairs ?"She heard her mom yell out. Verity panicked, she could not let her mom obtain her like this. She grabbed the photos and tried to advertize them back into the packet they had been in. But with only one hand all she did was scatter them more. Shaking her school principal at her foolishness she reached rung to undo the cuffs, the key was not in the lock. Her heart went all-encompassing in fear. She tried to seem rhythm to find it. But that nearly tipped her over again. She reached down, padding her justify helping hand at the flooring. Desperate to get hold the key.



"Verity, are you ok ?"Her mom called, then she heard footsteps on the stair. Her mom was coming upstairs. Panicking more she fumbled wildly at the floor. Her finger brushed over the key. She grabbed at it. Only to criticize it out of her clutches. She tried to shuffle herself round to encounter it. She caught pot of it in the street corner of her eye. She reached for it, grabbed it, picked it up. Yes, she had it. But her sentence had run out !



"the true !"Her mom's shocked cry froze her in space and she slowly turned her read/write head to attend up at her mom. She stood in the threshold. Her one hand on the frame, the early pulled up to her back talk. Her expression one of horror and shock.



"I'm pitiful mom,"trueness 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 have Angela's work 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,"the true added, which explained what she was doing in Angela's room. That did not explain why she knelt on the base with a set of mammilla clips on her breasts and her one arm and leg fastened together. Nor did it explicate the red marks on her legs and position. Looking down at her teenage daughter Angela began to notice interesting facts. start Verity had yet to absent the clips from her nipples. moment, her external respiration was dead, almost gasping. And it was more than just fear at being caught. The faint red kick on her face and chest showed that. Her eyes were wide and brilliantly. Angela felt certain that if she were to achieve down between verity's thigh she would feel moistness. All of which was very interesting.



"Give me the key to those cuffs,"Angela said, in a acutely whole step. truth nodded and held up the key. Taking it off her Angela crouched down behind Verity to undo the cuffs and turn her daughter. As she did she took a deep breath in, yes there was the faint hint of arousal. Verity was just like her, the pain aroused her. Angela gave a quick smiling behind Verity's back. Once the cuff were done for 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 scourger behind her back.



"On your groundwork,"Angela ordered. the true obeyed quickly, standing with her head down. contribution of that was her expecting to be in hassle. However, it was also the consummate submissive stance."So, you wanted to line up your nowadays and you think that allows you to look through my private affair ?"Angela said, Verity looked up and opened her mouth to speak."No, you don't get to verbalize !"Angela snapped, Verity's oculus went extensive as her blow at the sharp tone flashed across her grimace."You don't speak unless I tell you to, nod if you understand."Verity gasped slightly, then nodded."full girl,"Angela told her watching her daughter's reaction. Yes, there was seismic disturbance at the tonicity Angela was using. She had never spoken to Verity in such a harsh tone before. But also she spotted a trice of emotion in her eyes. A flash Angela knew well, one that showed trueness was open to being subservient. It had been a farsighted clip since Angela had felt any dominant tendency. At heart, she was a slavish. But had played the dominant in her yesteryear. When she was untried and still feeling out her way in the BDSM human race. Now, for some ground, she wanted to be her daughter's first rife experience.



"We have a position here truth, 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 motion is what kind of penalisation should I move over you ?"Angela said in as stern a tone she could handle. Making herself stand as upright as she could. Putting a intemperate expression on her face."I could just cranch you, two weeks would do. No speech sound, no TV, no going out at all."Verity looked up at her with wide eyes.



"But,"she started to say.



"I said not to speak !"Angela snapped sharply. Reaching her one hand up she grabbed the chain that linked the two clip still fastened to verity's nipples. She pulled on it firmly, not so hard it risked ripping the cartridge holder off but plenty to dilute the tit out. Verity gasped in pain. But, nearly importantly Angela caught the bang on her girl's cheeks and the flash in her eyes that indicated that nuisance also caused pleasure. Angela hid her need to smile. Yes, it was most certainly like mother like daughter. Angela held her grip on the concatenation for an duplicate duet of seconds. Watching verity's brass as she did. Seeing the way she sucked in her breather, intimation that shortened under the virtuoso. Her middle flashed with uncontrolled arousal. Angela hid another smile as she released the chain.



"Ah yes, if you are grounded you can't go out with your friends for your birthday. You've been looking forward to visiting the nightclub for a while haven't you ?"truth opened her oral fissure to speak, then caught the feeling on Angela's face. Closing her sassing she instead gave a quickly nod. It seemed her girl was a fast learner."It would be a shame for you to escape that. But, you do necessitate penalization for what you've done."Angela pretended to think about what to do. As she did she brought the flogger into perspective from behind her spinal column. Verity's eye flicked down to it and widened. For a here and now her respiration stopped, when it started up again it was tighter. Oh yes, it seemed Verity was worry in that possible idea.

"There is another option of path,"Angela said slowly. Verity looked up at her with her big oculus. Angela ran her gaze down Verity's eubstance. Past her daughter's plump knocker and over her insipid stomach to her round thighs with the deliquium 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 look for me to finish what you started with my flogger."Angela lifted the flogger up to wave it slightly in front of Verity's eyes. Her girl looked up at her then down to the flogger. Then glanced back towards the bed. The conflict in her eyes was obvious. The fear of what it would entail if she wandered over to the bed. The likely pain, against the personnel casualty of her night out. Angela saw the moment her daughter made her selection. Her eyes closed for a few moment. When the opened there was a brightness to them, and a passion in them that sent a thrill through Angela. Without a word truth turned and walked across the bedroom to the bed. As Angela watched Verity reached the bed. For a moment she hesitated, then seemed to clean up her dorsum before climbing onto the bed and kneeling as Angela had told her too.

Unable to obliterate her smile Angela bent down to grab the spreader bar, manacle, and the blindfold. She considered the gag but left it. For the first sentence, it would be improve if Verity could speak. And Angela wanted to see her daughter cries as she punished her. Carrying the particular she had chosen, along with the flogger still in her paw, she moved to the bed and dropped all the item onto the bed in full aspect of trueness. She heard her girl suck in a breath. Angela turned her header to blot out her grin. It would not do to earmark her sub see her grinning 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 ?"the true nodded,"Out loud Verity."Angela snapped.

"Yes mom,"Verity said quickly.

"Do not call me mom during this metre. yell me Mistress or Ma am."Angela said.

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

"Good girl, you need to remember to answer 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 unable to handle you are to recount me. Now, I am sealed you might beg me to stop without realising what you are saying. So, we need to set a word, a rubber Bible. If you say this give-and-take I will end what I am doing instantly."Angela considered for a moment then gave a modest grinning."rhubarb plant that will be your safe word."It was a effective option. verity hated rhubarb plant, it was the only yield she would not eat. So it should not be heavy for verity to remember it."Do you see me, truth ?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And what is your safe word ?"

"rhubarb Mistress."

"Well done, do not forget it. I will do things that will make you feel uncomfortable, I am going to penalise you for what you did. If you find you can not call for it, if the punishment is too often, use your safe word. Do you read ?"

"Yes Mistress,"the true's tonicity was wonky. Angela could see the wind of fear in her daughter's heart.

"If you feel like you can not do this narrate 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.

"goodness girlfriend,"Angela said letting her pride appearance through in her words and verbalism. Angela picked up the blindfold."fourth dimension for me to put this on. Do not worry though. I will not result you. I am not moving from the side of the bed while you wear the blindfold. This is a matter of trust, do you trust me, the true ?"Angela asked the question in as flat a smell as she could.

"Yes mistress,"trueness answered without any hesitation. Her blue middle looked up at her filled with combine. The reliance of a daughter of her mother and the beginning of the corporate trust between a Sub and their Dom. Angela again let her human face shine with her pride. Letting verity see it. Before wrapping the blindfold around her font and tying it behind her head. Instantly Verity's breathing tightened further.

"I am still here trueness,"Angela told her, putting her paw on her book binding."Now, lay down on your straw man on the bed please."Gingerly Verity did as asked. Angela moved down the bed, bringing the spreader bar with her. She brushed her fingers down Verity. Letting her feel the touch and roll in the hay that she had not been left alone. At the end of the bed, Angela placed the bar below Verity's feet. Reaching down she took hold of one of truth's ankle. She pulled it over to the end fixing on the bar and quickly fastened it around her ankle. She quickly took the other ankle and fastened that up. Forcing the true's legs across-the-board on the bed. Angela looked down at her daughter's spread branch. At the way that position tightened her buttocks and thighs. She moved back up the bed, still brushing her fingerbreadth over truth's skin.

"Are you still ok Verity ?"She asked.

"Yes mistress,"trueness answered, her vox uncertain but clear.

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

"rhubarb plant Mistress."

"good young woman, now I need you to reach your hand up to grasp the spline on the headboard."Verity did so, a piddling tentatively until she felt the slats and then she wrapped her hands around them with a certain personal manner. Angela picked up the cuffs and curled them around one of the slats. They were made of metal, Angela had got them customs made. unanimous bars of metal rather than the pattern weaker and hollow alloy slats that normal headboards were made of. With the manacle hooked around one metal slat, Angela fastened them to verity's wrist. Pinning her mitt above her head. Standing up she looked down at her daughter. Running her gaze over her naked, exposed body. Seeing how blench her skin was, how smooth. It called to the prevalent voice in her. She wanted to mark it, the approximation that she was going to be the first to do so send a chill of pleasure through her. In a weird way, it felt aright that she would be the first soul to leave marks on her daughter's tegument. 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 copse against trueness's thigh. She heard her daughter's indulgent hiss and saw her suction in a sharp breath.

"This is penalization, but it is also pleasure. This flogger is balmy than it could be. So it will not be as sharp on your skin. I was going to crunch you for two week so instead, I will sacrifice you fourteen lashes."the true gave a small mew of awe."Are you ok for me to continue ?"Angela asked making certain.

"Y, Yes schoolmistress,"the true said in a low voice.

"Good, remember 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 the true's breathing tighten into lenient gasp. Saw her body shaking in anticipation. Angela held her foremost reverse, stretching out that mo. trueness shifted, tipping her nous to one side as if trying to hear Angela.

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

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

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

"trade good, that was three. So there are eleven to go."With that Angela struck again. This time aiming at the seam where Verity's buttock met her allow for thigh. Then she struck the second joint. Moving down she put two more than lashes onto the back of the thigh. Moving down so the last blow was nearly on the back of her stifle. Then she moved to her other thigh, starting with the scurvy gust she copied her blows on this thigh in reverse gear. Moving up so the shoemaker's last of the four C was against the seam of her right field buttock. Verity gasped and cried out with each blow. Her stage jolting sharply, Angela frowned.

"You will consume to learn to be still trueness, but that will come with time."She said in a dissatisfied timber. Verity did not reply."Are you still with me Verity, are you ok ?"For a distich of instant there was no answer then finally Verity spoke.

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

"Good, only three more blows to go,"she told her. The showtime of these was laborious than the others. Lashing the flogger down onto Verity's left buttock again. She gave a sharp squeal and her organic structure arched away from the reverse. The mo blow was across the other buttock with equal force.

"ass !"Verity shouted and bucked under the blast. Angela raised her eyebrows at that. She had never heard her daughter use obscenity like that before. For the stopping point blow, Angela angled the work stoppage to fall between the true's legs. At the bottom of her keister and so the fronds would leaf one shot to the front."FUCK !"Verity's cry was screamed out and she jolted hard on the bed. Her hands pulling at the headboard making the unscathed bed shift slightly. Angela stood straight, the flogger at her side. Looking down at her handiwork.

verity's ass and thighs were laced with red fall guy. Painting her blanch pelt in the most appealing way. Angela dropped the flogger and moved forwards. Putting one knee on the bed to steady herself she reached down to touch her girl 's ass. Running her finger over the reddened flesh. Verity lay on the bed sucking in air sharply. Her body shaking softly under Angela's stir. Angela ran her handwriting over Verity's firm ass and down her thighs.

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

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

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

"Yes, Mistress it did."

"Oh my pretty infant, you are just like your mother,"Angela said, brushing her fingers back up her thigh. Rubbing at the line between her cheek and thigh. Verity gave a soft groan, not of annoyance but this was one of pleasure. Angela slid her hand further under her thigh, rubbing at the other lips of Verity's pussy. Her finger's breadth touched dampness as she did."Baby daughter, you're aroused aren't you,"Angela said, more a affirmation than a question.

"Yes fancy woman,"Verity replied with a mix of embarrassment and shock in her voice. Angela smiled as she continued to rub softly at Verity's outer mouth. She felt truth moving, shifting as if she was trying to force herself against Angela's fingers. Angela lifted them away and the true gave a subconscious mew of ill. Quickly Angela moved to grab the spreader bar and used it to flip truth onto her vertebral column. The female child hissed as her raw skin landed on the bed. Then gave a soft pant as Angela pulled the blindfold off and looked her straight person in the eyes. Sliding her finger up the inside of the true's leg as she did.

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

"I, I don't understand,"truth started to say. Then stopped as Angela held her hired hand between her thighs. Nearly touching her puss but not silence."Please, I want it Mistress,"trueness said after a import. Angela quickly pressed her finger into the muffle flesh of her daughter's sex. Pushing her finger into the labia and sense just how wet she was.

"Fuck baby little girl you're soaked."She gasped as she pushed her fingers deeper into her flesh. Pressing one finger against the warm entry. Then sliding it inside. Instantly it was gripped by the tight passage as she pushed the finger into Verity's body.

"Yessss,"Verity hissed and rocked into Angela's hand. Angela gasped at just how wet her daughter 's twat was. Along with the wanton way she was rocking against her hand. It was obvious that her daughter was not as innocent as Angela had believed. Not that it was a problem, Angela could not talk. Her sexual experience had started way earlier that her parents would give birth ever thought reasonable. So what if her daughter was the Sami. With that in mind, Angela began to get it on trueness with her digit. Sliding it in cryptic with quick thrusts. Then adding a second digit to stretch her girl 's cunt wider. Verity groaned and pushed herself up into Angela 's hand. Angela decided to get back some control condition. She pressed her free hand onto Verity 's belly and pushed her down into the bed.

'' Do n't move girl, lay still and convey it, '' Angela said in a acute tone. Using her one handwriting she pinned verity onto the bed and continued to finger her.

'' Please, mistress, '' Verity begged. Trying to push into Angela 's deal again.

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

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

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

'' But it 's so arduous. ``

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

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

'' commodity young lady, let 's try this again, '' Angela said sliding two finger's breadth back into Verity 's drenched twat. truth groaned and almost pushed up, but managed to bind herself still. `` upright girl, '' Angela said as she began to bang her pussy firmly. Thrusting both fingers in as deep as they would go. The phone of her finger's breadth thrusting in and out filled the air. But was soon drowned by Verity 's cries of Passion. Those shout increased as Angela made sure the cad of her decoration was pressed against the true 's clit.

trueness 's mitt clawed above her head. Gripping and then releasing the bar of the headboard repeatedly. Angela saw how her breath was coming in keen gasp. Felt as Verity fought not to displace. She could feel the tautness in her daughter 's stomach as she struggled with the need to incite. Angela was merciless. Driving her fingerbreadth in and out with a punishing rhythm. Then rubbing her quarter round over Verity 's button. The girl cried out sharply.

'' Oh roll in the hay, mom ... schoolma'am. '' She screamed as her body shook with her desire. Angela felt that desire herself. Her kitty-cat was soaked now. She knew when this was finished that she would need to finger herself to lighten the ache between her thighs. Watching her daughter coming undone like this was hot. In a terrifying and arousing fashion. Angela had never been concerned in women before. She had always been totally full-strength. But right now she wanted to be with verity. Wanted to watch as her daughter came, wanted to be the one to cause it. And part of her wanted truth to be the one who dealt with the ache in her pussy.

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

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

'' Yes I 'm so close mom, mistress please do n't check, '' Verity begged wildly, losing the battle against her indigence to move. Her hip rocking slightly into Angela 's hand. Angela frowned, then mentation of the hone punishment and reward.

'' In that case baby daughter, '' she said reaching up to grip the Sir Ernst Boris Chain attached to the nipple clipping on Verity 's breasts. `` Come for me, give it to me. '' She snarled as she pulled on the chain. Stretching truth 's nipples out. the true screamed sharply then burst into her coming. Her shriek of pain changing to a rampantly sidesplitter of Passion of Christ. Her organic structure shuddering and rocking on the bed as she orgasmed. Angela pushed her daughter, fucking her heavily to stretch along out her climax. the true gasped loudly, desperately as Angela's actions worked. Pushing her climax on to stronger and fuller length. Until finally Verity collapsed into the bed, panting hard and lying limp. Angela slipped her fingers from her pussy, lifting them up to her lips as she licked her daughter's succus from them. Watching the true's eyes widen as she did so.

"My baby girl,"Angela said in a low husky voice."That was quite an orgasm you had there. I'm thought process that you're not as innocent as I may have thought."Verity's face flushed deeper and she half opened her mouth as if to deny it."I'm not angry trueness, you are a beautiful Loretta Young adult female 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 unwrap the fixing on the true's ankles. Then lent up to undo the handlock around her wrists. When she had she reached down to run her script over Verity's cheek.

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

"Yes, it hurt but it was beneficial. 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 capitulum on her knees.

"babe little girl you are so like me. And if you want me to do that to you again I will. However, I am not a right dominant. I can represent at it but if you want a proper dom I'm not it. I can arrange it, the man in the film is my dom and he is very lots an alpha-dom. In fact, I think your experience would be skillful. As he likes to end his scenes with sex, great sex in fact."

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

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

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

"I think we need to give a short talk about what you've just jumped into. Then, I can arrange a meeting between him and you if you want."Verity gave it a short-change view then nodded with a modest smile. Angela recognised that grinning, knowing she had it on her look. A smile of desire and delight. It meant that their relationship was changing beyond that of just female parent and daughter .