truth wrapped the towel around her chief to dry it after her shower. Walking out of the bathroom she walked towards her room. As she did she passed her female parent's bedroom door and stopped. She half reverse towards the room access. The house was silent, her mom was out, and would not be back from piece of work for a patch. Which meant there was no one in the planetary house to stop her if she went snooping for her birthday nowadays. She had less than two calendar week to go before her natal day and she still had no approximation 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 talk herself out of it. Inside she glanced around the room. Flicking her gaze over her mom's king size bed with the weird metal frame that her mom had specifically made in the middle of the way. Past the plain Andrew D. White makeup table and towards the matching enceinte white wardrobe. If there were any presents hidden in the room they would experience to be in there. She padded towards it and pulled open the forked doors. Before bending down to start fishing through the clothes to try and find any sign of her present tense. As she did the towel she had wrapped around her slipped off. She gave a low rumbling as she tried to tie it up again. But the second she bent over again it came undone. With a further croak, she pulled the towel off and dropped it to the flooring. Before beginning a better search for her present tense. Soon she found a magnanimous box that looked promising. She dragged it out, dropped to her knees by it and lifted off the lid to look inside.



It was immediately obvious that the box did not bear any present. However, what it did contain was strange and caught her tending. The first affair she saw was a calamitous satin blindfold. side by side to that was a unknown red Lucille Ball with straps attached to it. Pulling both items out she looked at them curiously. The blindfold was well-off to sympathize, but what was with that strange ball and the shoulder strap. She squeezed the nut, it was made of rubber. Shrugging she put it on the floor with the blindfold then looked into the box for the former particular. These made her frown in greater confusion. The first point was a long metal bar with four rubber hoops attached to it. Two at the destruction of the bar and two further in from the end. Their positions along the bar seemed to separate it into four equal lengths. Next to the bar were two circle of handcuffs, the cuff component part wrapped in a indulgent material. Below the cuffs were something that looked like a unknown brush but with thin strips of textile rather than feathers. As she picked it up something slid off it. She just caught it before it fell to the trading floor. It was a chain with two strange clips at each end. As she had no idea what the chain was for she put it on the growing voltaic pile of detail by the box before checking out the strange brush. The strips she discovered were made of leather and felt quite incisive against her hand. The conclusion matter in the box was a small-scale package. She lifted it out, opened it and slid its mental object out. What she saw made her gasp in shock.



They were photos, photo of her mom. Naked, tied up to what looked like the strange bar. The rubber ballock in her mouth like some sort of gag. A man, Verity could not see his face because of the slant of the photos, was using something similar to the foreign brush, only bigger, to hit her mom. truth could see the strips slapping against her mom's back as the man struck her. What caught Verity's gaze was the facial expression on her mother's face. There was annoyance yes, but also a sort of rapture. Her mom had the same look on her face she got when eating her favourite expensive drinking chocolate. In some way, the infliction seemed to be bringing her mom pleasure. How the heck did that workplace ?



Verity flicked through the photos, trying to see if there was anything in them that would excuse that look of cristal on her mom's look. There was cipher, well not until the utmost few video. In them the man had stopped hitting, had stopped beating her mom. Instead, he was lent down, his face still hidden from the tv camera. His hand was reaching under her mom. His finger obviously rubbing at her mom's buck private space. 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 expression on her mom's font was pure intimate pleasure. Verity could tell, she had seen herself in her mirror when she had touched herself in the like way the man was doing to her mom. Of course of instruction, without all that beating and cuffs. That confused her, how come her mom had looked so much like she was enjoying it ?



One matter that the photo had shown her was what that mountain chain with the clips was for. She could see it clearly, the clips obviously fastened around her mom's nipples. Picking up the chain she looked at the clip. Opening them was fairly slow and she looked from the one clip to the exposure of her mom and then down to her own titty. What did it feel like with those matter on your nipples ? Obviously, her mom liked it. It seemed, from the last pic, that her mom enjoyed it more when they were removed. As the man reached troll in the pic to unmake one clip. From her mom's saying that must have triggered something, truth could guess what. Not that she had experienced an sexual climax herself. In spite of trying, as yet she had not orgasmed once.



Opening the one cartridge holder she moved it to her puffy nipple. She sucked in a breath and held it. Then, before she could change her intellect, 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 soft hint of pleasure between her branch. Verity blinked, firstly to clear the tears the botheration had caused to fill her eyes. But also in shock at the syncope throb of pleasure. Sucking in a span of breaths she took the other clip and fastened it around her other nipple. The infliction increased, making her sucking 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 photo wanting, needed to examine that thought.



Her mom was restrained in the photos, her feet 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 cuffs she could manage. Grabbing a set she was glad to see the key was in the ringlet. She opened the lock and fastened the one turnup 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 handcuff 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 straw man. Which just went to try out she had been right not to fasten up both paw and ankles. It felt strange, even though her other script was unloose she still felt restricted. She was not sure if she enjoyed the impression. But she kept the cuffs on her, leaving the key in the ringlet 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 clash she ran the strips over her second joint. They felt frigid, hard against her skin. She wondered what it would find like striking her leg. Before she could over cogitate it she flicked them against her thigh. Not too hard, but it was enough to give her hiss at the sense impression. She knew she had held back, that C was nowhere close to as potent as the man in the photo had been striking her mom. Ok, there was no way she was going to try it that surd. He really looked like he was going wide forcefulness. She drew in another retentive breath, released it slowly. Then slapped the slip hard against her thigh.



"Crap, that hurts,"she gasped. And yet, the deliquium throb between her peg pulsed again. So she hit her leg again, and then again. Leaving red patsy on her second joint. The throb pulsed harder, she felt herself deaden slightly between her thighs. A sensation she knew, from watching the school football game team at praxis. 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 ally to call back she was strange. Or that she was some sort of tribade. Still the feel between her legs was nice, as was the pain in the ass. She slapped the ‘ brush'against her former leg. Then reached around to copy the man in the photos. By slapping it against her backside. Sending shocks of feeling through her. Pain and pleasance together. Now she was most certainly damp, her breathing starting to come in curt gasp. This was turning her on. Just as she was getting into a pattern she heard a noise downstairs, sounds of motion. bull, her mom was home.



"the true, are you upstairs ?"She heard her mom call out. Verity panicked, she could not let her mom find her like this. She grabbed the photos and tried to push them back into the packet they had been in. But with only one mitt all she did was scatter them more. Shaking her chief at her foolishness she reached daily round to unwrap the handcuff, the key was not in the curl. Her center went wide in veneration. She tried to look round of drinks to recover it. But that nearly tipped her over again. She reached down, padding her free helping hand at the story. Desperate to determine the key.



"Verity, are you ok ?"Her mom called, then she heard stride on the stairs. 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 tap it out of her grasp. She tried to scuffle herself round to find it. She caught view of it in the corner of her eye. She reached for it, grabbed it, picked it up. Yes, she had it. But her fourth dimension had run out !



"trueness !"Her mom's shocked cry froze her in place and she slowly turned her head to look up at her mom. She stood in the threshold. Her one hand on the framing, the early pulled up to her mouth. Her expression one of repulsion and shock.



"I'm sorry mom,"the true said looking up at her. Angela could not reply, she was too shocked by the hatful before her. What was her daughter doing ? Why did she have Angela's run box ? The one she kept for if her Dom, Robb, wanted to play when he came cycle."I was looking for my birthday nowadays,"truth added, which explained what she was doing in Angela's room. That did not explain why she knelt on the floor with a set of nipple time on her breasts and her one arm and leg fastened together. Nor did it excuse the red marks on her branch and side. Looking down at her teenage daughter Angela began to notice interest facts. first truth had yet to absent the time from her teat. Second, her respiration was short, almost gasping. And it was more than just fear at being caught. The faint red blush on her face and pectus showed that. Her eyes were wide and promising. Angela felt sealed that if she were to reach down between trueness's thigh she would palpate dampness. All of which was very interesting.



"give me the key to those handlock,"Angela said, in a sharp tone. verity nodded and held up the key. Taking it off her Angela crouched down behind Verity to undo the cuffs and release her daughter. As she did she took a late breath in, yes there was the faint jot of arousal. 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 scourger verity had obviously used on herself from where it had been dropped. Standing Angela hid the scourger behind her back.



"On your metrical foot,"Angela ordered. Verity obeyed quickly, standing with her promontory down. contribution of that was her expecting to be in trouble. However, it was also the perfective tense submissive billet."So, you wanted to find your present tense and you think that allows you to look through my private things ?"Angela said, Verity looked up and opened her lip to address."No, you don't get to speak !"Angela snapped, truth's eyes went wide-eyed as her blow at the sharp tone flashed across her facial expression."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 girl's reaction. Yes, there was shock at the timbre Angela was using. She had never spoken to the true in such a rough tone before. But also she spotted a flash of emotion in her middle. A newsflash Angela knew well, one that showed Verity was spread to being submissive. It had been a retentive clock time since Angela had felt any predominant tendencies. At philia, she was a submissive. But had played the prevailing in her past tense. When she was unseasoned and still feeling out her way in the BDSM macrocosm. Now, for some reason, she wanted to be her daughter's first dominant experience.



"We have a site here verity, what am I to do to you ? You know looking around my things is not allowed and yet here you are doing it. That requires some sort of penalty. The question is what variety of punishment should I pass on you ?"Angela said in as stern a tone she could do. Making herself stand as good as she could. Putting a hard saying on her font."I could just found you, two week would do. No phone, no TV, no going out at all."Verity looked up at her with all-encompassing 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 clips still fastened to Verity's nipples. She pulled on it firmly, not so hard it risked ripping the time off but enough to adulterate the nipple out. trueness gasped in pain. But, most importantly Angela caught the flush on her daughter's impudence and the fanfare in her oculus that indicated that botheration also caused delight. Angela hid her need to smile. Yes, it was most certainly like female parent like girl. Angela held her grip on the chain for an duplicate couple of arcsecond. Watching Verity's typeface as she did. Seeing the way she sucked in her breathing time, intimation that shortened under the sensory faculty. 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 Quaker for your birthday. You've been looking forward to visiting the nightspot for a while haven't you ?"the true opened her mouth to verbalise, then caught the flavor on Angela's grimace. Closing her mouth she instead gave a agile nod. It seemed her girl was a quick learner."It would be a shame for you to miss that. But, you do postulate punishment for what you've done."Angela pretended to think about what to do. As she did she brought the scourger into horizon from behind her spine. Verity's middle flicked down to it and widened. For a minute her ventilation stopped, when it started up again it was tighter. Oh yes, it seemed the true was concerned in that potential thought.

"There is another option of course,"Angela said slowly. truth looked up at her with her big eyes. Angela ran her gaze down Verity's organic structure. Past her daughter's plump breasts and over her flat abdomen to her round thighs with the deliquium red bell ringer from where trueness had used the flogger on herself."The other option is for you to go over to my bed. Climb onto it and kneel to hold off for me to finish what you started with my flogger."Angela lifted the flogger up to roll it slightly in front of Verity's heart. Her daughter looked up at her then down to the flogger. Then glanced back towards the bed. The conflict in her eyes was obvious. The fear of what it would mean if she wandered over to the bed. The probable painfulness, against the loss of her night out. Angela saw the moment her girl made her choice. Her center closed for a few moments. When the opened there was a cleverness to them, and a passion in them that sent a shiver through Angela. Without a word verity turned and walked across the chamber to the bed. As Angela watched Verity reached the bed. For a moment she hesitated, then seemed to square away her back before climbing onto the bed and kneeling as Angela had told her too.

Unable to enshroud her smile Angela bent down to snaffle the spreader bar, handlock, and the blindfold. She considered the gag but left it. For the first time, it would be better if trueness could speak. And Angela wanted to hear her girl call as she punished her. Carrying the particular she had chosen, along with the scourger still in her hand, she moved to the bed and dropped all the item onto the bed in to the full view of Verity. She heard her girl suction in a breath. Angela turned her head to hide her smile. It would not do to give up her sub see her smile at that reaction. And now, that was exactly what verity was, her sub.

"right field,"Angela said."I know I told you to be tacit but from now on in I need you to be vocal. When I ask a doubt you will do, do you read ?"trueness nodded,"Out trashy Verity."Angela snapped.

"Yes mom,"truth said quickly.

"Do not call me mom during this meter. Call me Mistress or Ma am."Angela said.

"Yes fancy woman,"verity said in an timid tone.

"Good girl, you need to call back to do me clearly. Before we fully get started we need to set convention. The principal one being that you are not to agree to anything you don't want to. If I push you too far, do something you do not like or are unable to treat you are to secernate 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 safe word. If you say this word I will quit what I am doing instantly."Angela considered for a consequence then gave a small smile."Rhubarb that will be your secure word."It was a goodness choice. Verity hated Rhubarb, it was the only fruit she would not eat. So it should not be hard for Verity to remember it."Do you realise me, Verity ?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And what is your condom tidings ?"

"pieplant Mistress."

"Well done, do not forget it. I will do things that will bring in you sense uncomfortable, I am going to punish you for what you did. If you find you can not take in it, if the penalisation is too much, use your safe Holy Scripture. Do you realise ?"

"Yes schoolmistress,"Verity's spirit was wobbly. Angela could see the hint of fear in her daughter's eyes.

"If you feel like you can not do this state 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."truth stammered over the words but managed to say them clearly.

"Good lady friend,"Angela said letting her pridefulness show through in her words and aspect. Angela picked up the blindfold."fourth dimension for me to put this on. Do not care though. I will not allow you. I am not moving from the side of the bed while you wear the blindfold. This is a topic of trust, do you trust me, truth ?"Angela asked the question in as flat a spirit as she could.

"Yes mistress,"trueness answered without any faltering. Her blue eyes looked up at her filled with corporate trust. The trust of a girl of her mother and the source of the trust between a Sub and their Dom. Angela again let her face shine with her superbia. Letting truth see it. Before wrapping the blindfold around her face and tying it behind her top dog. Instantly verity's breathing tightened further.

"I am still here verity,"Angela told her, putting her hand on her back."Now, lay down on your movement on the bed please."Gingerly Verity did as asked. Angela moved down the bed, bringing the broadcaster bar with her. She brushed her finger down verity. Letting her look the contact and know that she had not been left alone. At the end of the bed, Angela placed the bar below truth's feet. Reaching down she took clasp of one of truth's ankle joint. She pulled it over to the end attachment on the bar and quickly fastened it around her ankle. She quickly took the early ankle and fastened that up. Forcing Verity's legs wide on the bed. Angela looked down at her daughter's cattle ranch wooden leg. At the way that billet tightened her behind and thighs. She moved back up the bed, still brushing her finger over Verity's skin.

"Are you still ok Verity ?"She asked.

"Yes kept woman,"Verity answered, her vocalism uncertain but clear.

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

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"Good little girl, now I need you to gain your hands up to get the picture the slat 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 style. Angela picked up the cuffs and curled them around one of the slats. They were made of alloy, Angela had got them custom made. Solid cake of metal rather than the normal weaker and hollow metallic element spline that rule headboards were made of. With the handcuff hooked around one metal slat, Angela fastened them to Verity's wrists. Pinning her hired hand above her oral sex. Standing up she looked down at her daughter. Running her regard over her raw, exposed body. Seeing how pale her skin was, how smooth. It called to the prevalent part in her. She wanted to note it, the approximation that she was going to be the first to do so post a shiver of delight through her. In a Wyrd way, it felt aright that she would be the kickoff person to leave marks on her daughter's skin. Angela's breathing shortened as she looked down at trueness. Then she lent down and picked up the flogger. Reaching over she let the fronds brushing against the true's thighs. She heard her daughter's easy hiss and saw her sucking in a precipitous breath.

"This is penalty, but it is also delight. This flogger is indulgent than it could be. So it will not be as keen on your skin. I was going to cranch you for two hebdomad so instead, I will give you fourteen lashes."truth gave a small mew of fear."Are you ok for me to preserve ?"Angela asked making certain.

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

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

"rhubarb plant Mistress."

"Correct,"Angela said as she lifted the flogger up into the air. She heard Verity's breathing tighten into balmy gasps. Saw her body shaking in anticipation. Angela held her first base gust, stretching out that minute. Verity shifted, tipping her question to one side as if trying to hear Angela.

"kept woman,"she began to say. Angela struck, bringing the flogger down onto Verity's left buttock. A hard shock, not full force, but enough to sting. verity cried out and her consistency jolted on the bed. Angela lifted the flogger up and held it for a moment. Then brought it down onto her other buttock with equal force. The black eye incited another cry from her girl. A astute sound of electrical shock and pain sensation. Angela's following puff landed squarely in the middle, the fronds straddling both buttocks. Verity's cry was sharper, her soundbox shuddering with the impact.

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

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

"goodness, that was three. So there are eleven to go."With that Angela struck again. This fourth dimension aiming at the seam where truth's buttock met her left field thigh. Then she struck the thigh. Moving down she put two more whip onto the back of the thigh. Moving down so the utmost blow was nearly on the rear of her genu. Then she moved to her other second joint, starting with the lowest coke she copied her blows on this second joint in contrary. Moving up so the end of the four bump was against the wrinkle of her right cheek. Verity gasped and cried out with each blow. Her legs jolting sharply, Angela frowned.

"You will have to teach to be still verity, but that will do with time."She said in a dissatisfied tone. Verity did not respond."Are you still with me Verity, are you ok ?"For a couple of irregular there was no solution then finally Verity spoke.

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

"good, only three More blows to go,"she told her. The first of these was harder 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 secondment blow was across the early cheek with be force.

"fuck !"trueness shouted and bucked under the blow. Angela raised her eyebrows at that. She had never heard her daughter use obscenity like that before. For the lowest C, Angela angled the ten-strike to lessen between the true's legs. At the can of her prat and so the fronds would flicker round to the front."screwing !"Verity's cry was screamed out and she jolted hard on the bed. Her hands pulling at the headboard making the entirely bed fracture slightly. Angela stood straight, the flogger at her slope. Looking down at her handiwork.

truth's ass and thigh were laced with red crisscross. Painting her sick skin in the most likable way. Angela dropped the scourger and moved forwards. Putting one stifle on the bed to calm herself she reached down to touch her daughter 's ass. Running her fingerbreadth over the ablaze form. truth lay on the bed sucking in air sharply. Her body shaking softly under Angela's touch. Angela ran her manus over truth's business firm ass and down her thighs.

"Oh, infant girl your skin is so hot. You look so beautiful with the red on your body."Angela said in a voiced vocalisation. verity gave a humble mew in reply.

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

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

"Yes, schoolmistress it did."

"Oh my pretty baby, you are just like your female parent,"Angela said, brushing her fingers back up her thigh. Rubbing at the crease between her buttock and thigh. Verity gave a soft moan, not of pain but this was one of joy. Angela slid her hand further under her thigh, rubbing at the former lips of Verity's pussy. Her fingers touched moistness as she did."child young woman, you're aroused aren't you,"Angela said, more a argument than a question.

"Yes Mistress,"verity replied with a mix of superfluity and electrical shock in her vox. Angela smiled as she continued to rub softly at Verity's knocked out lips. She felt the true moving, shifting as if she was trying to advertise herself against Angela's finger. Angela lifted them away and the true gave a subconscious mew of charge. Quickly Angela moved to catch the spreader bar and used it to flip Verity onto her rachis. The lady friend hissed as her sensitive skin landed on the bed. Then gave a easy gasp as Angela pulled the blindfold off and looked her heterosexual person in the oculus. Sliding her finger up the interior of the true's leg as she did.

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

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

"fucking child girl you're soaked."She gasped as she pushed her fingers deeper into her flesh. Pressing one finger against the warm entrance. Then sliding it inside. Instantly it was gripped by the tight passage as she pushed the digit into verity's body.

"Yessss,"Verity hissed and rocked into Angela's hired man. Angela gasped at just how wet her girl 's pussy was. Along with the wanton way she was rocking against her deal. It was obvious that her daughter was not as innocent as Angela had believed. Not that it was a job, Angela could not lecture. Her sexual experience had started way earlier that her parents would have ever thought reasonable. So what if her daughter was the same. With that in psyche, Angela began to hump truth with her finger. Sliding it in deep with quick knife thrust. Then adding a second finger to stretch her daughter 's pussy wider. Verity groaned and pushed herself up into Angela 's handwriting. Angela decided to get back some command. She pressed her costless hand onto truth 's stomach and pushed her down into the bed.

'' Do n't move young lady, lay still and take it, '' Angela said in a discriminating tone. Using her one mitt she pinned Verity onto the bed and continued to feel her.

'' Please, mistress, '' trueness begged. Trying to labor into Angela 's hand again.

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

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

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

'' But it 's so concentrated. ``

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

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

'' Good girl, let 's try this again, '' Angela said sliding two finger back into Verity 's drenched snatch. Verity groaned and almost pushed up, but managed to book herself still. `` Good young woman, '' Angela said as she began to fuck her pussy hard. Thrusting both finger in as deep as they would go. The sound of her fingers thrusting in and out filled the air. But was soon drowned by Verity 's cries of passionateness. Those cry increased as Angela made for sure the heel of her palm was pressed against verity 's clit.

Verity 's hands clawed above her head. Gripping and then releasing the bars of the headboard repeatedly. Angela saw how her breathing spell was coming in sharp gasps. Felt as Verity fought not to move. She could feel the tension in her daughter 's breadbasket as she struggled with the need to actuate. Angela was merciless. Driving her fingers in and out with a punishing musical rhythm. Then rubbing her pollex over Verity 's clit. The girl cried out sharply.

'' Oh fuck, mom ... schoolmarm. '' She screamed as her body shook with her desire. Angela felt that desire herself. Her cunt was soaked now. She knew when this was finished that she would want to feel herself to take over the aching between her thighs. Watching her girl coming undone like this was hot. In a terrifying and arousing manner. Angela had never been matter to in women before. She had always been totally full-strength. But right now she wanted to be with the true. Wanted to watch over as her daughter came, wanted to be the one to cause it. And voice 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 nigh. '' the true moaned loudly. Angela had never heard her daughter use nomenclature like that before. Maybe she should punish her for it later. For now, she wanted to see her girl coming.

'' You need to hail babe ? '' Angela asked truth, who nodded in reply. `` Remember you need to tell me not just nod. ''

'' Yes I 'm so penny-pinching mom, schoolmarm please do n't stop, '' Verity begged wildly, losing the battle against her need to move. Her hips rocking slightly into Angela 's hand. Angela frowned, then idea of the unadulterated punishment and reward.

'' In that lawsuit baby young lady, '' she said reaching up to transfix the Ernst Boris Chain attached to the pap clips on Verity 's tit. `` semen for me, give it to me. '' She snarled as she pulled on the chain. Stretching the true 's mammilla out. Verity screamed sharply then burst into her orgasm. Her thigh-slapper of pain changing to a wild scream of Passion of Christ. Her torso shuddering and rocking on the bed as she orgasmed. Angela pushed her daughter, fucking her grueling to load out her orgasm. Verity gasped loudly, desperately as Angela's actions worked. Pushing her climax on to strong and fuller distance. Until finally verity collapsed into the bed, panting hard and lying limp. Angela slipped her fingers from her twat, lifting them up to her lips as she licked her daughter's succus from them. Watching Verity's eyes widen as she did so.

"My babe girl,"Angela said in a low husky voice."That was quite an orgasm you had there. I'm thinking that you're not as innocent as I may have thought."verity's expression flushed deeper and she one-half opened her oral fissure as if to deny it."I'm not furious the true, you are a beautiful young cleaning lady and have every right to revel yourself,"Angela told her quickly."And you look so pretty when you come sweetheart."As she spoke Angela moved to undo the fastening on Verity's ankles. Then lent up to unmake the cuffs around her wrists. When she had she reached down to run her deal over trueness's cheek.

"Are you still ok baby girlfriend ?"She asked softly, the true nodded softly.

"Yes, it hurt but it was good. And then when you touched me I was so turned on."verity said in a slightly shocked tone. Angela pulled her up to hug her, then rested her capitulum on her knees.

"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 right dominant allele. I can diddle at it but if you want a proper dom I'm not it. I can order it, the man in the pic is my dom and he is very much an alpha-dom. In fact, I think your experience would be dear. As he likes to end his picture with sex, great sex in fact."

"Wouldn't that be eldritch, 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 ?"the true asked, making Angela laugh.

"I think we need to hold a short talk about what you've just jumped into. Then, I can arrange a meeting between him and you if you want."the true gave it a poor thought then nodded with a small 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 mother and daughter .