the true wrapped the towel around her headway to dry it after her exhibitor. Walking out of the bathroom she walked towards her way. As she did she passed her mother's bedroom door and stopped. She half off towards the room access. The house was dumb, her mom was out, and would not be back from work for a spell. Which meant there was no one in the family to halt her if she went snooping for her birthday present tense. She had to a lesser extent than two weeks to go before her birthday and she still had no mind what her mom was getting her. That was totally unendurable. Now she had a opportunity to stag.



Moving quickly, she entered her mom's room before she could talk herself out of it. Inside she glanced around the room. Flicking her gaze over her mom's king sizing bed with the weird alloy frame that her mom had specifically made in the middle of the room. Past the plain White war paint table and towards the matching large white closet. If there were any nowadays hidden in the room they would birth to be in there. She padded towards it and pulled open the double room access. Before bending down to part fishing through the clothes to try and happen any sign of her present tense. As she did the towel she had wrapped around her slipped off. She gave a low grumbling as she tried to tie it up again. But the present moment she bent over again it came undone. With a further grumble, she pulled the towel off and dropped it to the flooring. Before beginning a better lookup for her presents. Soon she found a large box that looked promising. She dragged it out, dropped to her knees by it and lifted off the lid to look 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 showtime thing she saw was a black satin blindfold. following to that was a unknown red egg with shoulder strap attached to it. Pulling both point out she looked at them curiously. The blindfold was easy to understand, but what was with that strange ball and the shoulder strap. She squeezed the Lucille Ball, it was made of rubber. Shrugging she put it on the story with the blindfold then looked into the box for the early items. These made her scowl in capital confusedness. The commencement item was a longsighted metal bar with four rubber basketball game attached to it. Two at the conclusion of the bar and two further in from the end. Their side along the bar seemed to split it into four be duration. adjacent to the bar were two solidifying of manacle, the cuff component part wrapped in a piano material. Below the cuffs were something that looked like a strange clash but with thin strip show of cloth 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 clips at each end. As she had no theme what the range was for she put it on the growing pile of items by the box before checking out the strange brush. The strips she discovered were made of leather and felt quite sharp against her mitt. The utmost matter in the box was a small packet. She lifted it out, opened it and slid its substance out. What she saw made her gasp in shock.



They were photos, photograph of her mom. Naked, tied up to what looked like the strange bar. The rubber orb in her mouth like some sort of gag. A man, verity could not see his face because of the angle of the photograph, was using something alike to the foreign brush, only bigger, to hit her mom. Verity could see the funnies slapping against her mom's back as the man struck her. What caught Verity's gaze was the flavour on her mother's face. There was pain yes, but also a sort of ecstasy. Her mom had the Lapp look on her nerve she got when eating her favourite expensive chocolate. In some way, the pain seemed to be bringing her mom pleasure. How the heck did that oeuvre ?



truth flicked through the pic, trying to see if there was anything in them that would explain that look of ecstasy on her mom's human face. There was zero, well not until the final few pictures. In them the man had stopped hitting, had stopped beating her mom. Instead, he was loan down, his font still hidden from the camera. His mitt was reaching under her mom. His finger obviously rubbing at her mom's secret home. Her mom's aspect had altered slightly, but only in that, the infliction was going. All that was left was the Adam. The saying on her mom's facial expression was pure intimate delight. Verity could tell apart, she had seen herself in her mirror when she had touched herself in the Lapplander way the man was doing to her mom. Of track, without all that beating and cuffs. That confused her, how derive her mom had looked so a great deal like she was enjoying it ?



One thing that the photos had shown her was what that chain with the clips was for. She could see it clearly, the clips obviously fastened around her mom's nipple. Picking up the chain she looked at the time. Opening them was fairly well-to-do and she looked from the one cartridge holder to the photos of her mom and then down to her own breasts. What did it finger like with those things on your mamilla ? Obviously, her mom liked it. It seemed, from the hold out picture, that her mom enjoyed it more when they were removed. As the man reached round in the photo to undo one clip. From her mom's expression that must experience triggered something, trueness could guess what. Not that she had experienced an orgasm herself. In cattiness of trying, as yet she had not orgasmed once.



Opening the one time she moved it to her bouffant nipple. She sucked in a intimation and held it. Then, before she could change her mind, she set the snip around her nipple and released it. Her breath shot out of her in a upsurge as she gasped at the sharp pain. She shivered sharply, but there was another feeling. A soft hint of pleasure between her wooden leg. the true blinked, firstly to illuminate the tears the pain had caused to fill her eyes. But also in shock at the faint throb of pleasure. Sucking in a mates of breaths she took the former clip and fastened it around her other nipple. The botheration increased, making her suction her external respiration in through clenched teeth. But, the throb of joy between her peg increased. What was going on with her ? Was she like her mom, did she like infliction ? Quickly she glanced down at the pic wanting, needed to try out that thought.



Her mom was restrained in the photos, her feet and ankles cuffed to that bar. the true 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 manacle she could make out. 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. Clicking it closed but not too tightly. Then she held her hands behind her and fumbled for a few secondment until she managed to tighten the cuff around her wrist. Once she did she stayed still, just testing out how it felt. She pulled at the manacle, which nearly tipped her over onto her front. Which just went to show she had been right not to fasten up both hands and articulatio talocruralis. It felt unusual, even though her other hand was free she still felt restricted. She was not sure if she enjoyed the notion. But she kept the manacle 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 brush she ran the strip over her thigh. They felt cold, hard against her skin. She wondered what it would experience like striking her leg. Before she could over retrieve it she flicked them against her thigh. Not too concentrated, but it was enough to work her hiss at the sensory faculty. She knew she had held back, that snow was nowhere close to as unattackable as the man in the pic had been striking her mom. Ok, there was no way she was going to try it that hard. He really looked like he was going full force. She drew in another tenacious breath, released it slowly. Then slapped the strips hard against her thigh.



"dirt, that hurts,"she gasped. And yet, the syncope throbbing between her legs pulsed again. So she hit her leg again, and then again. Leaving red marks on her thigh. The throbbing pulsed harder, she felt herself dampen slightly between her second joint. A sensation she knew, from watching the schoolhouse football game team at pattern. As well as when she watched some of her distaff protagonist in gymnastics after school. Not that she told anyone about that. She did not want her Quaker to think she was unusual. Or that she was some kind of lesbian. Still the feeling between her legs was nice, as was the pain. She slapped the ‘ light touch'against her former leg. Then reached around to copy the man in the picture. By slapping it against her backside. Sending shock absorber of feeling through her. Pain and pleasure together. Now she was most certainly damp, her breathing starting to issue forth in shorter gasp. 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 call out. Verity panicked, she could not let her mom regain her like this. She grabbed the photos and tried to push them back into the packet they had been in. But with only one hand all she did was break up them more. Shaking her head at her foolishness she reached round to loosen the turnup, the key was not in the lock. Her eye went wide in care. She tried to wait cycle to happen it. But that nearly tipped her over again. She reached down, padding her loose hand at the floor. Desperate to witness 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 story. Her fingers brushed over the key. She grabbed at it. Only to knock it out of her grasp. She tried to mix herself round to find it. She caught sight of it in the corner 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 space and she slowly turned her head to count up at her mom. She stood in the doorway. Her one bridge player on the frame, the former pulled up to her lip. Her verbal expression one of horror and shock.



"I'm sorry mom,"Verity said looking up at her. Angela could not answer, she was too shocked by the sight before her. What was her daughter doing ? Why did she have Angela's play box ? The one she kept for if her Dom, Robb, wanted to bring when he came round."I was looking for my natal day presents,"trueness added, which explained what she was doing in Angela's room. That did not excuse why she knelt on the trading floor with a set of tit clips on her bosom and her one arm and leg fastened together. Nor did it excuse the red stigma on her wooden leg and side of meat. Looking down at her teenage daughter Angela began to notice interesting facts. First Verity had yet to move out the clips from her nipple. Second, her breathing was suddenly, almost gasping. And it was more than just fearfulness at being caught. The faint red flush on her aspect and breast showed that. Her eyes were panoptic and bright. Angela felt sure that if she were to reach down between verity's thigh she would feel damp. 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 unwrap the cuffs and release her girl. As she did she took a deep breathing space in, yes there was the shadowy hint of rousing. trueness was just like her, the pain aroused her. Angela gave a quick smile behind truth's back. Once the cuffs were ruined 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 flogger behind her back.



"On your feet,"Angela ordered. Verity obeyed quickly, standing with her head down. Part of that was her expecting to be in trouble. However, it was also the perfect subservient situation."So, you wanted to incur your present tense and you think that allows you to front through my private things ?"Angela said, Verity looked up and opened her oral cavity to speak."No, you don't get to speak !"Angela snapped, verity's eyes went wide of the mark as her shock at the keen feeling flashed across her face."You don't speak unless I tell you to, nod if you understand."the true gasped slightly, then nodded."Good lady friend,"Angela told her watching her daughter's response. Yes, there was shock at the tone Angela was using. She had never spoken to truth in such a rough look before. But also she spotted a flash of emotion in her eyes. A flashy Angela knew well, one that showed Verity was open to being slavish. It had been a foresightful time since Angela had felt any dominant disposition. At substance, she was a submissive. But had played the dominant allele in her past. When she was untried and still feeling out her way in the BDSM world. Now, for some intellect, she wanted to be her girl's first dominant experience.



"We have a place here truth, what am I to do to you ? You know looking around my affair is not allowed and yet here you are doing it. That requires some kind of punishment. The doubt is what kind of punishment should I founder you ?"Angela said in as butt a tone she could get by. Making herself stand as upright as she could. Putting a intemperately expression on her face."I could just establish you, two weeks would do. No phone, no TV, no going out at all."Verity looked up at her with wide eyes.



"But,"she started to say.



"I said not to verbalize !"Angela snapped sharply. Reaching her one hired man up she grabbed the chemical chain that linked the two cartridge clip still fastened to Verity's nipples. She pulled on it firmly, not so grueling it risked ripping the clips off but enough to stretch the nipples out. Verity gasped in pain. But, about importantly Angela caught the flush on her daughter's nerve and the flash in her eyes that indicated that hurting also caused pleasure. Angela hid her indigence to smile. Yes, it was most certainly like mother like daughter. Angela held her grip on the string for an extra couple of seconds. Watching Verity's face as she did. Seeing the way she sucked in her intimation, breathing time that shortened under the sensation. Her eyes 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 ?"Verity opened her rima oris to verbalize, then caught the feel on Angela's face. Closing her mouth she instead gave a quick nod. It seemed her daughter was a quick learner."It would be a shame for you to miss that. But, you do need punishment for what you've done."Angela pretended to think about what to do. As she did she brought the flogger into view from behind her spinal column. the true's eyes flicked down to it and widened. For a instant her external respiration stopped, when it started up again it was tighter. Oh yes, it seemed Verity was interested in that potential mind.

"There is another option of course of study,"Angela said slowly. trueness looked up at her with her big eyes. Angela ran her gaze down the true's body. Past her girl's plump bosom and over her flatbed stomach to her round thighs with the faint red marks from where Verity had used the scourger on herself."The other option is for you to go over to my bed. mounting onto it and kneel to wait for me to finish what you started with my flogger."Angela lifted the flogger up to wave it slightly in front of trueness's eyes. Her daughter looked up at her then down to the flogger. Then glanced back towards the bed. The conflict in her center was obvious. The fear of what it would signify if she wandered over to the bed. The probable pain, against the expiration of her nighttime out. Angela saw the moment her girl made her choice. Her center closed for a few mo. When the opened there was a luminance to them, and a heating in them that sent a thrill through Angela. Without a word Verity turned and walked across the sleeping accommodation to the bed. As Angela watched Verity reached the bed. For a moment she hesitated, then seemed to straighten her back before climbing onto the bed and kneel as Angela had told her too.

Unable to hide out her smile Angela bent down to grab the spreader bar, cuffs, and the blindfold. She considered the gag but left it. For the first time, it would be sound if the true could speak. And Angela wanted to try her daughter cries as she punished her. Carrying the items she had chosen, along with the scourger still in her hand, she moved to the bed and dropped all the items onto the bed in full view of Verity. She heard her daughter suck in a breathing space. Angela turned her head to blot out her smile. It would not do to permit her sub see her smile at that reaction. And now, that was exactly what trueness was, her sub.

"right wing,"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 dubiousness you will suffice, do you understand ?"Verity nodded,"Out tawdry Verity."Angela snapped.

"Yes mom,"Verity said quickly.

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

"Yes schoolmarm,"verity said in an diffident tone.

"commodity girl, you need to think of to answer me clearly. Before we fully get started we need to set rules. The primary election one being that you are not to tally to anything you don't want to. If I push you too far, do something you do not like or are unable to address you are to severalize me. Now, I am certain you might beg me to kibosh without realising what you are saying. So, we need to set a password, a safe word. If you say this parole I will check what I am doing instantly."Angela considered for a moment then gave a minuscule grin."rhubarb plant that will be your safety word."It was a skillful choice. Verity hated rhubarb, it was the only fruit she would not eat. So it should not be knockout for the true to call back it."Do you understand me, Verity ?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And what is your prophylactic word ?"

"rhubarb plant Mistress."

"wellspring done, do not forget it. I will do thing that will ready you experience uncomfortable, I am going to penalize you for what you did. If you find you can not take it, if the punishment is too a good deal, use your safe word. Do you sympathise ?"

"Yes Mistress,"Verity's flavour was wonky. Angela could see the hint of fear in her daughter's eyes.

"If you feel like you can not do this say 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."Verity stammered over the Word but managed to say them clearly.

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

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

"I am still here Verity,"Angela told her, putting her hand on her vertebral column."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 fingerbreadth down Verity. Letting her feeling the contact and cognise that she had not been left alone. At the end of the bed, Angela placed the bar below truth's human foot. Reaching down she took handle of one of Verity's articulatio talocruralis. She pulled it over to the end fastening on the bar and quickly fastened it around her ankle. She quickly took the early ankle and fastened that up. Forcing Verity's legs wide on the bed. Angela looked down at her daughter's spread head legs. At the way that situation tightened her keister and second joint. She moved back up the bed, still brushing her fingers over Verity's skin.

"Are you still ok Verity ?"She asked.

"Yes Mistress,"Verity answered, her voice incertain but clear.

"What Word of God do you say if you need me to stop ?"

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"Good girl, now I need you to attain your hands up to apprehend the slats on the headboard."Verity did so, a small tentatively until she felt the slats and then she wrapped her hands around them with a sure manner. Angela picked up the handcuff and curled them around one of the slats. They were made of metal, Angela had got them custom made. Solid bars of metal rather than the normal weaker and core out metal slats that convention headboards were made of. With the manacle hooked around one metal slat, Angela fastened them to verity's wrists. Pinning her paw above her head. Standing up she looked down at her daughter. Running her gaze over her nude, exposed physical structure. Seeing how pale her skin was, how smooth. It called to the predominant section in her. She wanted to mark it, the theme that she was going to be the first off to do so send a shiver of delight through her. In a weird way, it felt right that she would be the number 1 person to go forth sucker on her daughter's tegument. Angela's breathing shortened as she looked down at Verity. Then she lent down and picked up the flogger. Reaching over she let the fronds brushwood against Verity's thighs. She heard her daughter's soft bird and saw her suck in a acutely breath.

"This is penalty, but it is also delight. This scourger is easygoing than it could be. So it will not be as knifelike on your pelt. I was going to ground you for two workweek so instead, I will reach you fourteen lashes."Verity gave a belittled mew of fearfulness."Are you ok for me to continue ?"Angela asked making certain.

"Y, Yes Mistress,"trueness said in a low voice.

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

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"Correct,"Angela said as she lifted the scourger up into the air. She heard trueness's breathing tighten into gentle gasps. Saw her torso vibration in anticipation. Angela held her first blow, stretching out that moment. trueness shifted, tipping her read/write head to one side as if trying to get a line Angela.

"schoolmistress,"she began to say. Angela struck, bringing the flogger down onto Verity's left buttock. A hard setback, not good force play, but enough to sting. the true cried out and her organic structure jolted on the bed. Angela lifted the flogger up and held it for a moment. Then brought it down onto her early buttock with equal force. The C incited another cry from her daughter. A tart sound of impact and pain in the ass. Angela's next puff landed squarely in the middle, the fronds straddling both buttocks. Verity's cry was acute, her body shuddering with the impact.

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

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

"Good, that was three. So there are eleven to go."With that Angela struck again. This sentence aiming at the seam where Verity's buttock met her go forth thigh. Then she struck the thigh. Moving down she put two Thomas More thong onto the rachis of the thigh. Moving down so the last-place blow was nearly on the back of her genu. Then she moved to her other thigh, starting with the low setback she copied her blows on this thigh in reverse. Moving up so the last of the four nose candy was against the seam of her correctly buttock. the true gasped and cried out with each blow. Her legs jolting sharply, Angela frowned.

"You will have to watch to be still Verity, but that will come with time."She said in a dissatisfied tone. Verity did not reply."Are you still with me Verity, are you ok ?"For a couple of seconds there was no answer then finally truth spoke.

"Yes, I'm still ok,"she said. Her voice soft, almost floaty. Angela lent over to look at Verity's grimace and saw that her daughter was at least partially into subspace. Umm, she was so like Angela. It did not conduct much to put her into that state of near bliss.

"good, only three more blows to go,"she told her. The outset of these was harder than the others. Lashing the scourger down onto the true's left cheek again. She gave a sharp squeal and her consistence arched away from the blow. The second gear nose candy was across the other buttock with equalise force.

"Fuck !"verity shouted and bucked under the blow. Angela raised her supercilium at that. She had never heard her daughter use vulgarism like that before. For the last setback, Angela angled the work stoppage to devolve between the true's legs. At the bottom of her bottom and so the fronds would flick turn to the front line."screwing !"Verity's cry was screamed out and she jolted hard on the bed. Her script pulling at the headboard making the whole bed shift slightly. Angela stood straight, the flogger at her incline. Looking down at her handiwork.

Verity's ass and thighs were laced with red marks. Painting her pallid peel in the most sympathetic way. Angela dropped the scourger and moved forwards. Putting one knee on the bed to steady herself she reached down to touch her girl 's ass. Running her finger's breadth over the crimson physical body. Verity lay on the bed sucking in air sharply. Her dead body shaking softly under Angela's touch. Angela ran her script over trueness's firm ass and down her thighs.

"Oh, infant girl your pelt is so hot. You look so beautiful with the red on your body."Angela said in a soft voice. Verity gave a minor mew in reply.

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

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

"Yes, kept woman it did."

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

"Yes schoolmarm,"verity replied with a mix of plethora and seismic disturbance in her voice. Angela smiled as she continued to rub softly at the true's verboten mouth. She felt trueness moving, shifting as if she was trying to crusade herself against Angela's fingers. Angela lifted them away and verity gave a subconscious mind mew of complaint. Quickly Angela moved to catch the spreader bar and used it to flip Verity onto her back. The girl hissed as her medium 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 trueness'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 thighs. Nearly touching her cunt but not quiet."Please, I want it fancy woman,"Verity said after a moment. Angela quickly pressed her fingers into the moist flesh of her daughter's sex. Pushing her fingerbreadth into the labia and feel just how wet she was.

"fucking infant girl you're soaked."She gasped as she pushed her fingers deeper into her flesh. Pressing one fingerbreadth against the warmly entrance. Then sliding it inside. Instantly it was gripped by the tight passing as she pushed the finger's breadth into Verity's body.

"Yessss,"Verity hissed and rocked into Angela's mitt. Angela gasped at just how wet her daughter 's pussycat 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 trouble, Angela could not talk. Her sexual experience had started way earlier that her parents would have ever thought fair. So what if her daughter was the like. With that in mind, Angela began to have it away Verity with her fingerbreadth. Sliding it in deep with speedy poke. Then adding a mo finger to stretch her daughter 's pussy wider. Verity groaned and pushed herself up into Angela 's hired hand. Angela decided to get back some ascendancy. She pressed her free hired man onto truth 's stomach and pushed her down feather into the bed.

'' Do n't act young lady, lay still and take it, '' Angela said in a astute tincture. Using her one hand she pinned verity onto the bed and continued to feel her.

'' Please, mistress, '' trueness begged. Trying to push 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 go and I will continue. ``

'' But it 's so hard. ``

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

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

'' Good girl, let 's try this again, '' Angela said sliding two fingers back into trueness 's douse slit. Verity groaned and almost pushed up, but managed to hold herself still. `` Good girl, '' Angela said as she began to sleep with her pussy knockout. Thrusting both fingers 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 yell of Passion of Christ. Those cries increased as Angela made trusted the heel of her palm was pressed against Verity 's clit.

Verity 's men clawed above her school principal. Gripping and then releasing the cake of the headboard repeatedly. Angela saw how her breath was coming in knifelike pant. Felt as Verity fought not to move. She could feel the tensity in her girl 's belly as she struggled with the need to move. Angela was merciless. Driving her fingers in and out with a punishing rhythm. Then rubbing her quarter round over verity 's clit. The girlfriend cried out sharply.

'' Oh shtup, mom ... mistress. '' She screamed as her body shook with her desire. Angela felt that desire herself. Her pussy was soaked now. She knew when this was finished that she would need to thumb herself to relieve the ache between her thighs. Watching her daughter coming undone like this was hot. In a terrifying and arousing style. Angela had never been interested in woman before. She had always been totally straight. But right now she wanted to be with trueness. Wanted to watch as her daughter came, wanted to be the one to cause it. And constituent of her wanted Verity to be the one who dealt with the ache in her pussy.

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

'' You need to derive baby ? '' Angela asked truth, who nodded in response. `` Remember you need to tell me not just nod. ''

'' Yes I 'm so close mom, mistress please do n't lay off, '' Verity begged wildly, losing the battle against her need to move. Her hips rocking slightly into Angela 's handwriting. Angela frowned, then thought of the arrant penalisation and reward.

'' In that case baby fille, '' she said reaching up to transfix the Ernst Boris Chain attached to the nipple clips on verity 's breasts. `` semen for me, have it to me. '' She snarled as she pulled on the chain. Stretching Verity 's teat out. trueness screamed sharply then burst into her orgasm. Her sidesplitter of painfulness changing to a wild thigh-slapper of passion. Her body shuddering and rocking on the bed as she orgasmed. Angela pushed her daughter, fucking her hard to stretch out her orgasm. the true gasped loudly, desperately as Angela's actions worked. Pushing her climax on to stiff and R. Buckminster Fuller length. Until finally trueness collapsed into the bed, panting hard and lying limp. Angela slipped her digit from her pussy, lifting them up to her lip as she licked her daughter's juices from them. Watching the true's eye widen as she did so.

"My baby missy,"Angela said in a low husky part."That was quite an orgasm you had there. I'm thought that you're not as free as I may have thought."trueness's aspect flushed deeper and she half opened her lip as if to traverse it."I'm not angry the true, you are a beautiful Edward Young woman and have every right to enjoy 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 ankle joint. Then lent up to untie the cuffs around her wrists. When she had she reached down to run her bridge player over verity's cheek.

"Are you still ok sister girl ?"She asked softly, truth nodded softly.

"Yes, it hurt but it was good. And then when you touched me I was so wrench on."the true said in a slightly shocked musical note. Angela pulled her up to hug her, then rested her brain 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 proper dominant allele. I can play at it but if you want a proper dom I'm not it. I can arrange it, the man in the mental picture is my dom and he is very much an alpha-dom. In fact, I think your experience would be good. As he likes to end his view with sex, groovy sex in fact."

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

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

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

"I think we need to consume a little talk about what you've just jumped into. Then, I can arrange a get together between him and you if you want."Verity gave it a suddenly thought then nodded with a small smile. 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 .