Verity wrapped the towel around her head to dry it after her shower bath. Walking out of the bathroom she walked towards her elbow room. As she did she passed her mother's bedchamber door and stopped. She half turned towards the doorway. The house was dumb, her mom was out, and would not be back from work for a while. Which meant there was no one in the family to stop her if she went snooping for her birthday nowadays. She had less than two weeks to go before her birthday and she still had no mind what her mom was getting her. That was totally intolerable. Now she had a chance to sleuth.



Moving quickly, she entered her mom's room before she could lecture herself out of it. Inside she glanced around the room. Flicking her gaze over her mom's king size bed with the weird metal skeletal system that her mom had specifically made in the centre of the room. Past the knit white makeup mesa and towards the matching magnanimous White wardrobe. If there were any present hidden in the room they would have to be in there. She padded towards it and pulled open the duple doors. Before bending down to take off sportfishing through the dress 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 grumble as she tried to tie it up again. But the minute she bent over again it came undone. With a further grumble, she pulled the towel off and dropped it to the floor. Before beginning a honest search for her nowadays. Soon she found a orotund box that looked promising. She dragged it out, dropped to her knee by it and lifted off the lid to look inside.



It was immediately obvious that the box did not contain any presents. However, what it did contain was strange and caught her care. The first thing she saw was a opprobrious satin blindfold. Next to that was a strange red ball with strap attached to it. Pulling both items out she looked at them curiously. The blindfold was light to see, but what was with that strange clod and the shoulder strap. She squeezed the nut, it was made of prophylactic. Shrugging she put it on the floor with the blindfold then looked into the box for the early items. These made her frown in slap-up confusion. The first gear item was a long metallic element bar with four natural rubber hoop attached to it. Two at the last of the bar and two further in from the end. Their positions along the bar seemed to split it into four equalise lengths. following to the bar were two sets of handcuffs, the cuff part wrapped in a soft cloth. Below the cuffs were something that looked like a strange thicket 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 floor. It was a chain with two strange cartridge holder at each end. As she had no idea what the chain was for she put it on the growing great deal of detail by the box before checking out the strange brush. The funnies she discovered were made of leather and felt quite sharp against her hand. The last matter in the box was a humble packet. She lifted it out, opened it and slid its contents out. What she saw made her gasp in shock.



They were photos, photos of her mom. Naked, tied up to what looked like the strange bar. The rubber ball in her lip like some kind of gag. A man, the true could not see his cheek because of the angle of the photos, was using something similar to the strange brushwood, 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 look on her female parent's fount. There was pain yes, but also a sort of rapture. Her mom had the Lapplander look on her face she got when eating her front-runner expensive drinking chocolate. In some way, the pain seemed to be bringing her mom pleasure. How the heck did that piece of work ?



Verity flicked through the photos, trying to see if there was anything in them that would explain that face of ecstasy on her mom's facial expression. There was nothing, well not until the final few moving-picture show. In them the man had stopped hitting, had stopped beating her mom. Instead, he was Lententide down, his face still hidden from the camera. His hand was reaching under her mom. His fingerbreadth obviously rubbing at her mom's common soldier situation. Her mom's expression had altered slightly, but only in that, the pain was going. All that was left was the ecstasy. The expression on her mom's face was arrant sexual pleasure. Verity could secern, she had seen herself in her mirror when she had touched herself in the Lapplander way the man was doing to her mom. Of course, 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 photograph had shown her was what that Sir Ernst Boris Chain with the clip was for. She could see it clearly, the clips obviously fastened around her mom's nipples. Picking up the strand she looked at the time. Opening them was fairly easy and she looked from the one snip to the photos of her mom and then down to her own knocker. What did it palpate like with those things on your nipples ? Obviously, her mom liked it. It seemed, from the last photograph, that her mom enjoyed it more when they were removed. As the man reached unit of ammunition in the photo to undo one clip. From her mom's expression that must have triggered something, Verity could reckon what. Not that she had experienced an climax herself. In malice of trying, as yet she had not orgasmed once.



Opening the one clip she moved it to her puffy pap. She sucked in a breath and held it. Then, before she could change her mind, she set the clip around her nipple and released it. Her breather shot out of her in a rush as she gasped at the sharp painful sensation. She shivered sharply, but there was another feeling. A soft suggestion of pleasure between her leg. Verity blinked, firstly to elucidate the tears the pain had caused to fill her eyes. But also in shock at the faint throb of pleasure. Sucking in a couple of breath she took the other clip and fastened it around her early teat. The painful sensation increased, making her suck her breathing in through clench teeth. But, the throbbing of pleasure between her legs increased. What was going on with her ? Was she like her mom, did she like pain ? Quickly she glanced down at the picture wanting, needed to screen that thought.



Her mom was restrained in the photograph, her feet and ankles cuffed to that bar. truth realised that she could not cuff herself up totally. But she could try a petty. The bar seemed too complicated for her to be able to use. But, the pattern handcuff she could pull off. Grabbing a set she was gladiola to see the key was in the lock. She opened the curl and fastened the one manacle around her ankle. Clicking it closed but not too tightly. Then she held her hands behind her and fumbled for a few s until she managed to fasten the cuff around her carpus. Once she did she stayed still, just testing out how it felt. She pulled at the cuffs, which nearly tipped her over onto her nominal head. Which just went to prove she had been right not to fasten up both hands and ankle joint. It felt strange, even though her other handwriting was free she still felt restricted. She was not sure enough if she enjoyed the smell. But she kept the cuffs on her, leaving the key in the curl so she could easily undo them if she wanted. She needed to try out all of this now.



Picking up the matter that was obviously not a brushing she ran the strip over her thigh. They felt cold, hard against her skin. She wondered what it would finger like striking her leg. Before she could over think it she flicked them against her thigh. Not too hard, but it was plenty to take in her hiss at the sensation. She knew she had held back, that blast was nowhere close to as strong as the man in the photos had been striking her mom. Ok, there was no way she was going to try it that difficult. He really looked like he was going entire violence. She drew in another hanker breath, released it slowly. Then slapped the strips hard against her thigh.



"dirt, that hurts,"she gasped. And yet, the swoon throbbing between her leg pulsed again. So she hit her leg again, and then again. Leaving red marks on her second joint. The throbbing pulsed harder, she felt herself dampen slightly between her thigh. A sensation she knew, from watching the schoolhouse football team at practice. As well as when she watched some of her distaff friends in gymnastics after school. Not that she told anyone about that. She did not desire her acquaintance to conceive she was strange. Or that she was some sort of Lesbian. Still the intuitive feeling between her legs was skillful, as was the pain. She slapped the ‘ brush'against her other leg. Then reached around to re-create the man in the photos. By slapping it against her bottom. Sending jounce of feeling through her. Pain and pleasure together. Now she was most certainly damp, her breathing starting to come in shorter pant. This was turning her on. Just as she was getting into a pattern she heard a dissonance downstairs, sounds of movement. Crap, her mom was home.



"truth, are you upstairs ?"She heard her mom telephone call out. verity panicked, she could not let her mom find her like this. She grabbed the photo and tried to push them back into the packet they had been in. But with only one hand all she did was break up them more. Shaking her oral sex at her stupidity she reached round to undo the cuffs, the key was not in the lock. Her eyes went all-embracing in concern. She tried to front round to find it. But that nearly tipped her over again. She reached down, padding her discharge hand at the floor. Desperate to find the key.



"Verity, are you ok ?"Her mom called, then she heard footsteps on the stairs. Her mom was coming upstairs. Panicking Sir Thomas More she fumbled wildly at the base. Her fingers brushed over the key. She grabbed at it. Only to knock it out of her compass. She tried to ruffle herself round to retrieve it. She caught sight 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 !



"Verity !"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 doorway. Her one script on the skeletal system, the early pulled up to her backtalk. Her expression one of repulsion and shock.



"I'm good-for-naught mom,"Verity said looking up at her. Angela could not respond, she was too shocked by the sight before her. What was her daughter doing ? Why did she suffer Angela's play box ? The one she kept for if her Dom, Robb, wanted to play when he came troll."I was looking for my natal day present,"the true added, which explained what she was doing in Angela's room. That did not excuse why she knelt on the floor with a set of nipple time on her breast and her one arm and leg fastened together. Nor did it explain the red chump on her legs and side. Looking down at her teenage daughter Angela began to notice interesting facts. First trueness had yet to remove the magazine from her pap. secondment, her ventilation was short, almost gasping. And it was more than just fear at being caught. The syncope red flush on her boldness and breast showed that. Her eyes were spacious and bright. Angela felt certain that if she were to reach down between verity's thighs she would feel moistness. All of which was very interesting.



"Give me the key to those cuffs,"Angela said, in a sharp tone. truth nodded and held up the key. Taking it off her Angela crouched down behind verity to undo the cuffs and unblock her daughter. As she did she took a deep breath in, yes there was the faint wind of arousal. trueness was just like her, the hurting aroused her. Angela gave a quick smile behind trueness's back. Once the handlock were undone she stood up, as she did she grabbed the small flogger trueness had obviously used on herself from where it had been dropped. Standing Angela hid the flogger behind her back.



"On your metrical unit,"Angela ordered. trueness obeyed quickly, standing with her forefront down. voice of that was her expecting to be in trouble. However, it was also the perfect tense subservient position."So, you wanted to find your presents and you think that allows you to count through my private things ?"Angela said, the true looked up and opened her oral fissure to speak."No, you don't get to speak !"Angela snapped, Verity's eyes went wide-eyed as her shock at the sharp pure tone flashed across her human face."You don't speak unless I tell you to, nod if you understand."Verity gasped slightly, then nodded."well girl,"Angela told her watching her daughter's reaction. Yes, there was shock at the tone Angela was using. She had never spoken to verity in such a harsh feeling before. But also she spotted a instant of emotion in her optic. A flash Angela knew well, one that showed Verity was open to being submissive. It had been a long time since Angela had felt any predominant tendencies. At nerve, she was a submissive. But had played the dominant in her past. When she was younger and still feeling out her way in the BDSM worldly concern. Now, for some reason, she wanted to be her girl's first dominant experience.



"We have a site here Verity, what am I to do to you ? You know looking around my affair is not allowed and yet here you are doing it. That requires some form of punishment. The query is what kind of punishment should I reach you ?"Angela said in as tush a tone she could contend. Making herself stand as erect as she could. Putting a hard verbal expression on her case."I could just ground you, two weeks would do. No headphone, no TV, no going out at all."the true 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 clipping still fastened to verity's pap. She pulled on it firmly, not so hard it risked ripping the clipping off but enough to stretch the nipples out. Verity gasped in pain in the neck. But, most importantly Angela caught the flush on her daughter's impertinence and the flashing in her eyes that indicated that pain in the neck also caused pleasure. 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 supernumerary brace of seconds. Watching Verity's boldness as she did. Seeing the way she sucked in her breath, breath that shortened under the wiz. Her oculus flashed with uncontrolled arousal. Angela hid another grin as she released the chain.



"Ah yes, if you are grounded you can't go out with your friends for your natal day. You've been looking forward to visiting the nightspot for a while haven't you ?"verity opened her rima oris to talk, then caught the look on Angela's font. Closing her mouth she instead gave a warm nod. It seemed her daughter was a flying learner."It would be a ignominy for you to overleap that. But, you do want penalisation for what you've done."Angela pretended to conceive about what to do. As she did she brought the scourger into thought from behind her cover. Verity's eyes flicked down to it and widened. For a second her respiration stopped, when it started up again it was tighter. Oh yes, it seemed Verity was interested in that possible approximation.

"There is another option of course of study,"Angela said slowly. Verity looked up at her with her big middle. Angela ran her gaze down truth's body. Past her girl's plump breasts and over her matt abdomen to her round thighs with the deliquium red stigma from where Verity had used the flogger on herself."The other option is for you to go over to my bed. climbing onto it and kneel to expect for me to finish what you started with my flogger."Angela lifted the scourger up to flap it slightly in front of the true's eyes. 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 entail if she wandered over to the bed. The probable hurting, against the red ink of her Nox out. Angela saw the moment her girl made her selection. Her optic closed for a few present moment. When the opened there was a brightness to them, and a heat in them that sent a thrill through Angela. Without a Word Verity turned and walked across the bedroom to the bed. As Angela watched Verity reached the bed. For a moment she hesitated, then seemed to neaten her cover before climbing onto the bed and kneeling as Angela had told her too.

Unable to hide her smile Angela bent down to seize the spreader bar, cuff, and the blindfold. She considered the gag but left it. For the offset prison term, it would be right if truth could speak. And Angela wanted to hear her daughter cries as she punished her. Carrying the item she had chosen, along with the flogger still in her mitt, she moved to the bed and dropped all the detail onto the bed in full view of the true. She heard her daughter suck in a breathing time. Angela turned her head to hide her smile. It would not do to allow for her sub see her grinning at that response. And now, that was exactly what the true 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 doubtfulness you will suffice, do you sympathise ?"Verity nodded,"Out tawdry Verity."Angela snapped.

"Yes mom,"the true said quickly.

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

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

"Good girl, you need to commend to respond me clearly. Before we fully get started we need to set rules. 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 tell me. Now, I am sealed you might beg me to block up without realising what you are saying. So, we need to set a word, a dependable news. If you say this word of honor I will give up what I am doing instantly."Angela considered for a moment then gave a little smile."pieplant that will be your safe word."It was a good pick. truth hated pieplant, it was the only fruit she would not eat. So it should not be punishing for Verity to remember it."Do you see me, the true ?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And what is your safe word ?"

"rhubarb plant Mistress."

"Well done, do not block it. I will do affair that will make you feel uncomfortable, I am going to punish you for what you did. If you find you can not take it, if the punishment is too much, use your safe word. Do you understand ?"

"Yes schoolmarm,"Verity's musical note was shaky. Angela could see the tip of fear in her girl's oculus.

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

"No, I want to do this Mistress."

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

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

"Good girl,"Angela said letting her pride show through in her Word of God and reflexion. 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 matter of reliance, do you rely me, the true ?"Angela asked the question in as flat a tone as she could.

"Yes Mistress,"the true answered without any faltering. Her gamy eyes looked up at her filled with confidence. The trust of a daughter of her mother and the beginning of the trust between a Sub and their Dom. Angela again let her expression shine with her pride. Letting Verity see it. Before wrapping the blindfold around her face and tying it behind her chief. Instantly Verity's breathing tightened further.

"I am still here trueness,"Angela told her, putting her hand on her backrest."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 fingers down verity. Letting her flavor the contact and know 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 storage area of one of truth's ankles. She pulled it over to the end fastening on the bar and quickly fastened it around her articulatio talocruralis. She quickly took the other ankle and fastened that up. Forcing Verity's legs all-inclusive on the bed. Angela looked down at her daughter's banquet legs. At the way that position tightened her ass and second joint. She moved back up the bed, still brushing her digit over truth's skin.

"Are you still ok Verity ?"She asked.

"Yes Mistress,"the true answered, her voice incertain but clear.

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

"rhubarb plant Mistress."

"good girl, now I need you to get through your deal up to apprehend the slat on the headboard."trueness did so, a little tentatively until she felt the spline and then she wrapped her hands around them with a certain mode. Angela picked up the handcuff and curled them around one of the slat. They were made of metallic element, Angela had got them usance made. solid state bars of metal rather than the normal weaker and hollow metal slats that normal headboards were made of. With the cuffs hooked around one alloy spline, Angela fastened them to trueness's wrists. Pinning her custody above her head. Standing up she looked down at her daughter. Running her regard over her defenseless, exposed trunk. Seeing how pale her skin was, how smooth. It called to the dominant part in her. She wanted to notice it, the idea that she was going to be the first to do so ship a tremble of pleasure through her. In a weird way, it felt right that she would be the first person to pass on marks on her daughter's skin. Angela's breathing shortened as she looked down at the true. Then she lent down and picked up the scourger. Reaching over she let the fronds brush against the true's thighs. She heard her daughter's soft hiss and saw her suck in a precipitous breath.

"This is punishment, but it is also pleasance. This flogger is softer than it could be. So it will not be as sharp on your skin. I was going to comminute you for two weeks so instead, I will give you xiv lashes."Verity gave a small mew of fear."Are you ok for me to continue ?"Angela asked making certain.

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

"good, think if this becomes too a lot what word do you say ?"

"rhubarb plant Mistress."

"Correct,"Angela said as she lifted the scourger up into the air. She heard truth's breathing tighten into soft gasps. Saw her body shaking in anticipation. Angela held her first blast, stretching out that moment. trueness shifted, tipping her head to one slope as if trying to hear Angela.

"mistress,"she began to say. Angela struck, bringing the flogger down onto trueness's left cheek. A hard shock, not wide strength, but enough to sting. trueness cried out and her torso jolted on the bed. Angela lifted the flogger up and held it for a moment. Then brought it down onto her former buttock with peer force. The blow incited another cry from her daughter. A sharp sound of daze and infliction. Angela's next blow landed squarely in the midsection, the fronds straddling both buttocks. truth's cry was piercing, her physical structure shuddering with the impact.

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

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

"Good, that was three. So there are eleven to go."With that Angela struck again. This time aiming at the wrinkle where truth's buttock met her provide thigh. Then she struck the thigh. Moving down she put two more whiplash onto the rachis of the thigh. Moving down so the lastly black eye was nearly on the back of her knee. Then she moved to her other thigh, starting with the lowly blow she copied her blows on this second joint in reverse. Moving up so the live on of the four blows was against the bed of her mighty buttock. trueness gasped and cried out with each black eye. Her branch jolting sharply, Angela frowned.

"You will have got to teach to be still Verity, but that will come with time."She said in a disgruntled tone. Verity did not reply."Are you still with me Verity, are you ok ?"For a distich 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 attend at Verity's grimace and saw that her daughter was at least partially into subspace. Umm, she was so same Angela. It did not get hold of much to put her into that state of cheeseparing bliss.

"Good, only three more blows to go,"she told her. The first base 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 second gear reversal was across the other cheek with equal force.

"Fuck !"Verity shouted and bucked under the reverse. Angela raised her brow at that. She had never heard her daughter use obscenity like that before. For the last puff, Angela angled the tap to shine between Verity's legs. At the bottom of her keister and so the fronds would flick rung to the battlefront."shag !"Verity's cry was screamed out and she jolted hard on the bed. Her hands pulling at the headboard making the whole bed shift slightly. Angela stood straight, the flogger at her incline. Looking down at her handiwork.

truth's ass and thigh were laced with red bull's eye. Painting her pallid skin in the most likeable way. Angela dropped the scourger and moved forwards. Putting one articulatio genus on the bed to steady herself she reached down to tinge her daughter 's ass. Running her fingers over the flush flesh. trueness lay on the bed sucking in air sharply. Her body shaking softly under Angela's touch. Angela ran her hands over Verity's firm ass and down her thighs.

"Oh, baby girl your tegument is so hot. You look so beautiful with the rubor on your body."Angela said in a gentle phonation. truth gave a small mew in reply.

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

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

"Yes, Mistress 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 nuisance but this was one of pleasure. Angela slid her hand further under her thigh, rubbing at the other lips of trueness's pussy. Her fingers touched moistness as she did."Baby girl, you're aroused aren't you,"Angela said, more a statement than a question.

"Yes Mistress,"trueness replied with a mix of overplus and daze in her part. Angela smiled as she continued to rub softly at Verity's KO'd lips. She felt trueness moving, shifting as if she was trying to promote herself against Angela's fingers. Angela lifted them away and trueness gave a subconscious mew of complaint. Quickly Angela moved to grab the spreader bar and used it to flip Verity onto her back. The girl hissed as her sensitive tegument landed on the bed. Then gave a soft gasp as Angela pulled the blindfold off and looked her straight in the eyes. Sliding her finger's breadth up the inside of truth's leg as she did.

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

"I, I don't understand,"trueness started to say. Then stopped as Angela held her hand between her thigh. Nearly touching her kitty-cat but not silence."Please, I want it kept woman,"Verity said after a moment. Angela quickly pressed her fingers into the tone down flesh of her daughter's sex. Pushing her fingers into the labia and feel just how wet she was.

"shtup infant girlfriend you're soaked."She gasped as she pushed her fingers deeper into her flesh. Pressing one finger against the warm up entryway. Then sliding it inside. Instantly it was gripped by the tight passing as she pushed the fingerbreadth into Verity's body.

"Yessss,"Verity hissed and rocked into Angela's hand. Angela gasped at just how wet her girl 's pussy was. Along with the wanton way she was rocking against her handwriting. It was obvious that her daughter was not as innocent as Angela had believed. Not that it was a problem, Angela could not blab. Her sexual experience had started way earlier that her parents would feature ever thought sensible. So what if her daughter was the same. With that in mind, Angela began to jazz Verity with her finger. Sliding it in deep with quick thrusts. Then adding a second finger to stretch her girl 's slit wider. Verity groaned and pushed herself up into Angela 's hand. Angela decided to get back some control. She pressed her free paw onto the true 's stomach and pushed her down feather into the bed.

'' Do n't move missy, lay still and hold it, '' Angela said in a sharply tone. Using her one hand she pinned the true onto the bed and continued to thumb her.

'' Please, mistress, '' trueness begged. Trying to crusade into Angela 's script again.

'' No, end moving ! '' Angela snapped and pulled her fingers out of the true. The girl gave a easygoing sob of distress.

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

'' Do not locomote and I will keep on. ``

'' But it 's so hard. ``

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

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

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

Verity 's deal clawed above her head. Gripping and then releasing the Browning automatic rifle of the headboard repeatedly. Angela saw how her breath was coming in sharp pant. Felt as the true fought not to move. She could sense the stress in her girl 's stomach as she struggled with the need to locomote. Angela was merciless. Driving her digit in and out with a punishing rhythm method of birth control. Then rubbing her thumb over trueness 's clit. The girl cried out sharply.

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

'' Fuck, oh fuck mom I 'm, oh fuck I 'm close. '' the true moaned loudly. Angela had never heard her daughter use voice communication like that before. Maybe she should penalize her for it later. For now, she wanted to see her daughter coming.

'' You need to add up child ? '' Angela asked truth, who nodded in answer. `` Remember you need to tell apart me not just nod. ''

'' Yes I 'm so close mom, mistress please do n't stop, '' trueness begged wildly, losing the engagement against her penury to move. Her hips rocking slightly into Angela 's hand. Angela frowned, then view of the perfect punishment and reward.

'' In that case baby little girl, '' she said reaching up to grip the chemical chain attached to the nipple clips on truth 's titty. `` Come for me, gift it to me. '' She snarled as she pulled on the chain. Stretching trueness 's mamilla out. verity screamed sharply then bust into her orgasm. Her shrieking of annoyance changing to a wild scream of passion. Her body shuddering and rocking on the bed as she orgasmed. Angela pushed her daughter, fucking her intemperately to stretch out her climax. Verity gasped loudly, desperately as Angela's actions worked. Pushing her orgasm on to stronger and fuller lengths. Until finally truth collapsed into the bed, panting hard and lying limp. Angela slipped her fingers from her snatch, lifting them up to her mouth as she licked her daughter's juice from them. Watching Verity's eyes widen as she did so.

"My baby girl,"Angela said in a low Eskimo dog interpreter."That was quite an orgasm you had there. I'm thinking that you're not as unacquainted as I may induce thought."trueness's face flushed deeper and she half opened her mouth as if to deny it."I'm not angry Verity, you are a beautiful vernal woman and have every right to relish yourself,"Angela told her quickly."And you look so pretty when you come sweetheart."As she spoke Angela moved to undo the holdfast on the true's articulatio talocruralis. Then lent up to undo the handlock around her carpus. When she had she reached down to run her helping hand over Verity's cheek.

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

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

"Baby girlfriend 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 play at it but if you want a proper dom I'm not it. I can format 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 trade good. As he likes to end his panorama with sex, with child sex in fact."

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

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

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

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