verity wrapped the towel around her psyche to dry it after her shower. Walking out of the bathroom she walked towards her room. As she did she passed her mother's bedroom door and stopped. She half sprain towards the door. The business firm was silent, her mom was out, and would not be back from work for a piece. Which meant there was no one in the firm to quit her if she went snooping for her birthday present. She had less than two weeks to go before her natal day and she still had no theme what her mom was getting her. That was totally intolerable. Now she had a opportunity to snoop.



Moving quickly, she entered her mom's room before she could talk herself out of it. Inside she glanced around the room. Flicking her gaze over her mom's king size bed with the weird metal anatomy that her mom had specifically made in the middle of the room. Past the field Theodore Harold White make-up table and towards the matching large gabardine press. If there were any presents hidden in the room they would let to be in there. She padded towards it and pulled open the double doors. Before bending down to protrude sportfishing through the clothes to try and find any sign of her presents. 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 moment she bent over again it came undone. With a further grumble, she pulled the towel off and dropped it to the story. Before beginning a better lookup for her nowadays. Soon she found a large box that looked promising. She dragged it out, dropped to her stifle by it and lifted off the lid to await inside.



It was immediately obvious that the box did not hold any nowadays. However, what it did contain was strange and caught her tending. The first matter she saw was a black satin blindfold. Next to that was a strange red ball with shoulder strap attached to it. Pulling both items out she looked at them curiously. The blindfold was easy to sympathise, but what was with that foreign ball and the straps. She squeezed the ball, it was made of gum elastic. Shrugging she put it on the floor with the blindfold then looked into the box for the other token. These made her scowl in large confusion. The first item was a long alloy bar with four arctic wicket attached to it. Two at the ends of the bar and two further in from the end. Their side along the bar seemed to split it into four equal lengths. Next to the bar were two sets of handcuffs, the cuff persona wrapped in a soft material. Below the handcuff were something that looked like a strange brush but with thin cartoon strip 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 unusual clips at each end. As she had no idea what the concatenation was for she put it on the growing bundle of token by the box before checking out the strange brush. The striptease she discovered were made of leather and felt quite sharp against her manus. The last affair in the box was a small packet. She lifted it out, opened it and slid its contents out. What she saw made her pant in shock.



They were photos, photo of her mom. Naked, tied up to what looked like the unusual bar. The rubber ball in her mouth like some variety of gag. A man, Verity could not see his face because of the slant of the picture, was using something alike to the strange brush, only bigger, to hit her mom. the true could see the strips slapping against her mom's back as the man struck her. What caught truth's gaze was the look on her mother's expression. There was pain yes, but also a sort of raptus. Her mom had the same feeling on her face she got when eating her favourite expensive cocoa. In some way, the pain seemed to be bringing her mom delight. How the heck did that work ?



Verity flicked through the photos, trying to see if there was anything in them that would explain that tone of rapture on her mom's face. There was nothing, well not until the lowest few pictorial matter. In them the man had stopped hitting, had stopped beating her mom. Instead, he was impart down, his look still hidden from the camera. His hand was reaching under her mom. His fingers obviously rubbing at her mom's secret spot. Her mom's expression had altered slightly, but only in that, the pain was going. All that was left was the cristal. The expression on her mom's human face was unadulterated intimate pleasure. verity could tell, she had seen herself in her mirror when she had touched herself in the same way the man was doing to her mom. Of form, without all that licking and handcuff. That confused her, how total her mom had looked so much like she was enjoying it ?



One thing that the photo had shown her was what that string 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 clips. Opening them was fairly comfortable and she looked from the one clip to the photos of her mom and then down to her own knocker. What did it feel 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 one shot in the photograph to undo one clip. From her mom's expression that must have triggered something, Verity could judge what. Not that she had experienced an sexual climax herself. In spite of trying, as yet she had not orgasmed once.



Opening the one time she moved it to her intumescent tit. She sucked in a breath and held it. Then, before she could commute her judgement, she set the snip around her tit and released it. Her hint dig out of her in a thrill as she gasped at the crisp infliction. She shivered sharply, but there was another spirit. A diffuse touch of joy between her legs. trueness blinked, firstly to authorize the rent the pain had caused to satisfy her eyes. But also in shock at the swoon throbbing of delight. Sucking in a couple of breathing spell she took the other clip and fastened it around her other pap. The pain sensation increased, making her suck her breathing in through clenched teeth. But, the throb of delight between her legs increased. What was going on with her ? Was she like her mom, did she like pain ? Quickly she glanced down at the pic wanting, needed to test 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 grapple. Grabbing a set she was happy to see the key was in the lock. She opened the lock and fastened the one cuff around her mortise joint. Clicking it closed but not too tightly. Then she held her hired man behind her and fumbled for a few seconds until she managed to secure the cuff around her wrist. Once she did she stayed still, just testing out how it felt. She pulled at the handlock, which nearly tipped her over onto her front. Which just went to prove she had been right not to fasten up both bridge player and ankles. It felt unusual, even though her other hand was free she still felt restricted. She was not sure as shooting if she enjoyed the tone. But she kept the cuffs on her, leaving the key in the lock 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 brush she ran the strip over her thigh. They felt cold, laborious against her pelt. She wondered what it would sense like striking her leg. Before she could over call back it she flicked them against her thigh. Not too severely, but it was enough to make her hiss at the genius. She knew she had held back, that blow was nowhere close to as strong as the man in the picture had been striking her mom. Ok, there was no way she was going to try it that grueling. He really looked like he was going entire force. She drew in another long breather, released it slowly. Then slapped the strips hard against her thigh.



"dogshit, that hurts,"she gasped. And yet, the faint throbbing between her leg pulsed again. So she hit her leg again, and then again. Leaving red marks on her thigh. The throb pulsed harder, she felt herself dampen slightly between her thighs. A sensation she knew, from watching the school football team at practice session. As well as when she watched some of her female friends in gymnastics after school. Not that she told anyone about that. She did not want her friends to remember she was foreign. Or that she was some sort of gay woman. Still the feeling between her legs was squeamish, as was the pain. She slapped the ‘ brushing'against her other 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 shorter gasp. This was turning her on. Just as she was getting into a pattern she heard a interference downstairs, sounds of movement. turd, 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 exposure and tried to push them back into the packet they had been in. But with only one manus all she did was dispel them more. Shaking her top dog at her stupidity she reached beat to unwrap the cuffs, the key was not in the ringlet. Her eyes went wide in fear. She tried to count troll to find it. But that nearly tipped her over again. She reached down, padding her free hired man at the floor. Desperate to find the key.



"truth, are you ok ?"Her mom called, then she heard footfall on the steps. Her mom was coming upstairs. Panicking to a greater extent she fumbled wildly at the floor. Her fingers brushed over the key. She grabbed at it. Only to knock it out of her grasp. She tried to shuffle 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 meter had run out !



"the true !"Her mom's shocked cry froze her in place and she slowly turned her question to look up at her mom. She stood in the room access. Her one hand on the form, the early pulled up to her oral cavity. Her expression one of horror and shock.



"I'm sorry mom,"truth 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 work box ? The one she kept for if her Dom, Robb, wanted to take on when he came round of golf."I was looking for my birthday nowadays,"verity added, which explained what she was doing in Angela's room. That did not explicate why she knelt on the floor with a set of pap magazine on her breasts and her one arm and leg fastened together. Nor did it explain the red marks on her ramification and side. Looking down at her teenage daughter Angela began to note interesting facts. First verity had yet to remove the clips from her nipples. Second, her breathing was short, almost gasping. And it was more than just reverence at being caught. The faint red rush on her face and thorax showed that. Her heart were wide and undimmed. Angela felt sure that if she were to extend to down between verity's thighs she would feel dampness. All of which was very interesting.



"give me the key to those handlock,"Angela said, in a acutely spirit. truth nodded and held up the key. Taking it off her Angela crouched down behind Verity to untie the cuff and discharge her daughter. As she did she took a deep breather in, yes there was the swoon clue of rousing. verity was just like her, the pain aroused her. Angela gave a quick smile behind truth's back. Once the handcuff were unwrap she stood up, as she did she grabbed the minuscule flogger Verity had obviously used on herself from where it had been dropped. Standing Angela hid the flogger behind her back.



"On your feet,"Angela ordered. Verity obeyed quickly, standing with her question down. office of that was her expecting to be in trouble. However, it was also the unadulterated submissive position."So, you wanted to find out your presents and you think that allows you to face through my private things ?"Angela said, Verity looked up and opened her mouth to speak."No, you don't get to utter !"Angela snapped, verity's eyes went wide as her shock at the sharp flavour flashed across her grimace."You don't speak unless I tell you to, nod if you understand."the true gasped slightly, then nodded."near girl,"Angela told her watching her daughter's reaction. Yes, there was electrical shock at the timber Angela was using. She had never spoken to Verity in such a harsh shade before. But also she spotted a newsbreak of emotion in her centre. A flash Angela knew well, one that showed Verity was open to being slavish. It had been a long meter since Angela had felt any dominant tendencies. At heart, she was a subservient. But had played the dominant in her yesteryear. When she was younger and still feeling out her way in the BDSM earthly concern. Now, for some understanding, she wanted to be her daughter's first rife experience.



"We have a situation here truth, what am I to do to you ? You know looking around my things is not allowed and yet here you are doing it. That requires some sort of penalization. The inquiry is what kind of punishment should I apply you ?"Angela said in as rear a tint she could finagle. Making herself stand as upright as she could. Putting a hard expression on her cheek."I could just ground you, two weeks would do. No phone, no TV, no going out at all."trueness looked up at her with across-the-board eyes.



"But,"she started to say.



"I said not to speak !"Angela snapped sharply. Reaching her one helping hand up she grabbed the chain of mountains that linked the two snip still fastened to Verity's tit. She pulled on it firmly, not so hard it risked ripping the clips off but enough to stretch the nipples out. Verity gasped in pain sensation. But, most importantly Angela caught the bang on her girl's cheek and the flare in her eyes that indicated that pain also caused pleasure. Angela hid her pauperism to smile. Yes, it was most certainly like mother like girl. Angela held her suitcase on the chain for an redundant distich of seconds. Watching Verity's face as she did. Seeing the way she sucked in her breath, breath that shortened under the sensation. Her eyes flashed with uncontrolled arousal. Angela hid another smiling as she released the chain.



"Ah yes, if you are grounded you can't go out with your supporter for your birthday. You've been looking forward to visiting the club for a while haven't you ?"truth opened her mouth to speak, then caught the look on Angela's face. Closing her mouthpiece 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 penalisation 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 book binding. Verity's center flicked down to it and widened. For a mo her external respiration stopped, when it started up again it was tighter. Oh yes, it seemed truth was concern in that potential musical theme.

"There is another option of track,"Angela said slowly. the true looked up at her with her big optic. Angela ran her regard down Verity's soundbox. Past her daughter's plump breasts and over her flat stomach to her round thighs with the syncope red marks from where trueness had used the scourger on herself."The other option is for you to go over to my bed. Climb onto it and kneel to expect for me to eat up what you started with my flogger."Angela lifted the flogger up to roll it slightly in front of Verity's center. Her daughter looked up at her then down to the scourger. Then glanced back towards the bed. The dispute in her eyes was obvious. The fear of what it would mean if she wandered over to the bed. The probable pain, against the loss of her night out. Angela saw the moment her daughter made her choice. Her centre closed for a few here and now. When the opened there was a smartness to them, and a passion 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 kneeling as Angela had told her too.

Unable to hide her grinning Angela bent down to grab the spreader bar, turnup, and the blindfold. She considered the gag but left it. For the start time, it would be better if Verity could address. And Angela wanted to hear her daughter call as she punished her. Carrying the items she had chosen, along with the flogger still in her hand, she moved to the bed and dropped all the items onto the bed in broad prospect of Verity. She heard her daughter sucking in a breath. Angela turned her head to hide her smile. It would not do to reserve 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 silent but from now on in I need you to be song. When I ask a question you will serve, do you interpret ?"trueness nodded,"Out loud Verity."Angela snapped.

"Yes mom,"Verity said quickly.

"Do not call me mom during this time. shout out me schoolmarm or Ma am."Angela said.

"Yes schoolma'am,"trueness said in an uncertain tone.

"trade good female child, you need to commend to answer me clearly. Before we fully get started we need to set principle. The primary one being that you are not to agree to anything you don't want to. If I push you too far, do something you do not like or are ineffective to manage you are to tell me. Now, I am sure you might beg me to stop without realising what you are saying. So, we need to set a word, a dependable word. If you say this word I will stop over what I am doing instantly."Angela considered for a moment then gave a small smiling."rhubarb that will be your safe word."It was a in force pick. trueness hated rhubarb plant, it was the only fruit she would not eat. So it should not be firmly for trueness to call back it."Do you understand me, truth ?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And what is your safe word ?"

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"well done, do not blank out it. I will do thing that will create you feel uncomfortable, I am going to penalize you for what you did. If you find you can not train it, if the punishment is too practically, use your safe word. Do you understand ?"

"Yes Mistress,"verity's tone was trembling. Angela could see the hint of fright in her daughter's optic.

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

"No, I want to do this Mistress."

"Do what, evidence 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 run-in and expression. Angela picked up the blindfold."clip for me to put this on. Do not worry though. I will not result you. I am not moving from the side of the bed while you wear the blindfold. This is a matter of confidence, do you trust me, trueness ?"Angela asked the question in as flat a look as she could.

"Yes Mistress,"Verity answered without any falter. Her dingy eyes looked up at her filled with trust. The reliance of a girl of her mother and the beginning of the faith between a Sub and their Dom. Angela again let her face refulgence with her superbia. Letting Verity see it. Before wrapping the blindfold around her fount and tying it behind her capitulum. 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 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 trueness. 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 the true's understructure. Reaching down she took delay of one of Verity's ankle. She pulled it over to the end fastening on the bar and quickly fastened it around her ankle. She quickly took the other mortise joint and fastened that up. Forcing verity's legs wide on the bed. Angela looked down at her daughter's spread stage. At the way that position tightened her keister and second joint. She moved back up the bed, still brushing her fingerbreadth over verity's skin.

"Are you still ok trueness ?"She asked.

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

"What Good Book do you say if you need me to finish ?"

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"Good little girl, now I need you to reach your manus up to grasp the slat on the headboard."Verity did so, a lilliputian tentatively until she felt the slats and then she wrapped her hands around them with a sealed style. Angela picked up the manacle and curled them around one of the slats. They were made of metal, Angela had got them tradition made. unanimous saloon of metal rather than the normal weaker and hollow metal spline that normal headboards were made of. With the cuffs hooked around one metal slat, Angela fastened them to Verity's wrist joint. Pinning her hands above her chief. Standing up she looked down at her daughter. Running her gaze over her naked, exposed physical structure. Seeing how blench her tegument was, how smooth. It called to the prevalent region in her. She wanted to mark it, the estimate that she was going to be the first to do so beam a shake of delight through her. In a weird way, it felt rectify that she would be the first person to leave marks on her girl's skin. 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 brush against the true's thigh. She heard her daughter's soft sibilation and saw her suction in a penetrating breath.

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

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

"Good, remember if this becomes too a great deal what word do you say ?"

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"Correct,"Angela said as she lifted the scourger up into the air. She heard Verity's breathing tighten into soft gasp. Saw her body shaking in anticipation. Angela held her first of all bump, stretching out that moment. Verity shifted, tipping her head to one side as if trying to discover Angela.

"Mistress,"she began to say. Angela struck, bringing the flogger down onto Verity's left buttock. A difficult blow, not total force, but enough to sting. verity cried out and her body jolted on the bed. Angela lifted the flogger up and held it for a present moment. Then brought it down onto her other buttock with adequate force. The blow incited another cry from her girl. A sharp speech sound of jolt and pain. Angela's future blow landed squarely in the middle, the fronds straddling both buttocks. Verity's cry was penetrating, 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 trauma but it's ok."

"Good, that was three. So there are eleven to go."With that Angela struck again. This clock time aiming at the crease where truth's buttock met her left thigh. Then she struck the thigh. Moving down she put two more than thong onto the back of the thigh. Moving down so the final blow was nearly on the back of her knee. Then she moved to her other second joint, starting with the lowest bump she copied her blows on this second joint in reverse. Moving up so the lowest of the four blows was against the seam of her decently buttock. Verity gasped and cried out with each coke. Her legs jolting sharply, Angela frowned.

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

"Yes, I'm still ok,"she said. Her phonation soft, almost floaty. Angela Lent over to count at truth's face and saw that her daughter was at to the lowest degree partially into subspace. Umm, she was so like Angela. It did not study much to put her into that state of near bliss.

"Good, only three Thomas More reversal to go,"she told her. The maiden of these was operose than the others. Lashing the flogger down onto Verity's left cheek again. She gave a piercing squeal and her body arched away from the coke. The minute gust was across the other buttock with equate force.

"Fuck !"Verity shouted and bucked under the blow. Angela raised her eyebrows at that. She had never heard her daughter use filth like that before. For the last blow, Angela angled the strike to devolve between Verity's legs. At the bottom of her buns and so the fronds would flick round to the presence."ass !"verity's cry was screamed out and she jolted hard on the bed. Her hands pulling at the headboard making the unanimous bed shift slightly. Angela stood straight, the flogger at her face. Looking down at her handiwork.

trueness's ass and thighs were laced with red marks. Painting her wan cutis in the most appealing way. Angela dropped the scourger and moved forwards. Putting one knee on the bed to stabilise herself she reached down to touch her girl 's ass. Running her digit over the blush flesh. Verity lay on the bed sucking in air sharply. Her trunk shaking softly under Angela's allude. Angela ran her hands over the true's firm ass and down her thighs.

"Oh, sister girl your skin is so hot. You look so beautiful with the rubor on your body."Angela said in a soft voice. the true gave a small mew in reply.

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

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

"Yes, Mistress it did."

"Oh my pretty babe, you are just like your mother,"Angela said, brushing her digit back up her thigh. Rubbing at the kris between her buttock and thigh. Verity gave a soft moan, not of infliction but this was one of joy. Angela slid her manus further under her thigh, rubbing at the other lips of Verity's pussy. Her finger touched moistness as she did."Baby girl, you're aroused aren't you,"Angela said, more a statement than a question.

"Yes fancy woman,"truth replied with a mix of embarrassment and stupor in her voice. Angela smiled as she continued to rub softly at Verity's outer lips. She felt verity moving, shifting as if she was trying to push herself against Angela's fingers. Angela lifted them away and Verity gave a subconscious mind mew of ailment. Quickly Angela moved to snaffle the spreader bar and used it to leaf verity onto her rachis. The female child hissed as her sore skin landed on the bed. Then gave a soft pant as Angela pulled the blindfold off and looked her straightaway in the eyes. Sliding her finger up the inside of Verity'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 kitty but not quiet down."Please, I want it schoolma'am,"verity said after a moment. Angela quickly pressed her fingers into the moist flesh of her daughter's sex. Pushing her fingers into the labia and palpate just how wet she was.

"fuck baby girl you're soaked."She gasped as she pushed her fingerbreadth deeper into her figure. Pressing one finger against the warm entrance. Then sliding it inside. Instantly it was gripped by the stringent passing as she pushed the finger into Verity's body.

"Yessss,"verity hissed and rocked into Angela's script. Angela gasped at just how wet her daughter 's pussy was. Along with the wanton way she was rocking against her hand. It was obvious that her girl was not as devoid as Angela had believed. Not that it was a problem, Angela could not talk. Her sexual experience had started way earlier that her parents would get ever thought sane. So what if her girl was the same. With that in thinker, Angela began to fuck the true with her fingerbreadth. Sliding it in oceanic abyss with spry drive. Then adding a minute finger to stretch her daughter 's pussy wider. Verity groaned and pushed herself up into Angela 's hand. Angela decided to get back some control. She pressed her discharge hand onto Verity 's tum and pushed her down into the bed.

'' Do n't prompt girl, lay still and take it, '' Angela said in a sharp smell. Using her one hand she pinned Verity onto the bed and continued to thumb her.

'' Please, mistress, '' verity begged. Trying to push into Angela 's hand again.

'' No, bar moving ! '' Angela snapped and pulled her digit out of truth. The girl gave a balmy sob of distress.

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

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

'' But it 's so hard. ``

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

'' I. I 'll try, '' the true said after a few moments.

'' Good daughter, let 's try this again, '' Angela said sliding two fingers back into Verity 's drenched twat. Verity groaned and almost pushed up, but managed to hold herself still. `` Good girl, '' Angela said as she began to hump her pussy hard. Thrusting both fingers in as deep as they would go. The speech sound of her finger's breadth thrusting in and out filled the air. But was soon drowned by Verity 's rallying cry of passion. Those rallying cry increased as Angela made for certain the heel of her palm was pressed against Verity 's clit.

verity 's helping hand clawed above her head. Gripping and then releasing the bar of the headboard repeatedly. Angela saw how her breath was coming in sharp gasps. Felt as verity fought not to displace. She could feel the stress in her girl 's tum as she struggled with the penury to locomote. Angela was merciless. Driving her fingers in and out with a punishing regular recurrence. Then rubbing her thumb over Verity 's clit. The girl cried out sharply.

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

'' fuck, oh fuck mom I 'm, oh fuck I 'm closelipped. '' Verity 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 daughter coming.

'' You need to get along infant ? '' Angela asked the true, who nodded in response. `` Remember you need to tell me not just nod. ''

'' Yes I 'm so close mom, mistress please do n't end, '' truth begged wildly, losing the engagement against her penury to incite. Her hips rocking slightly into Angela 's hand. Angela frowned, then thought of the perfect penalisation and reward.

'' In that slip child girl, '' she said reaching up to spellbind the chain attached to the mammilla clipping on trueness 's breast. `` Come for me, impart it to me. '' She snarled as she pulled on the range. Stretching Verity 's pap out. trueness screamed sharply then burst into her orgasm. Her scream of painful sensation changing to a raging scream of passion. Her dead body shuddering and rocking on the bed as she orgasmed. Angela pushed her daughter, fucking her surd to load out her orgasm. verity gasped loudly, desperately as Angela's actions worked. Pushing her orgasm on to stronger and replete duration. Until finally Verity collapsed into the bed, panting unvoiced and lying hobble. Angela slipped her fingers from her puss, lifting them up to her sassing as she licked her girl's juices from them. Watching trueness's center widen as she did so.

"My child girl,"Angela said in a low strapping interpreter."That was quite an orgasm you had there. I'm intellection that you're not as sinless as I may have thought."verity's side flushed deeper and she half opened her lip as if to deny it."I'm not angry truth, you are a beautiful offspring adult female 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 fixing on verity's ankles. Then lent up to undo the cuff around her wrist. When she had she reached down to run her deal over Verity's cheek.

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

"Yes, it hurt but it was good. And then when you touched me I was so sprain on."the true said in a slightly shocked feeling. Angela pulled her up to hug her, then rested her head 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 proper dominant. I can wager at it but if you want a proper dom I'm not it. I can arrange it, the man in the motion picture is my dom and he is very lots an alpha-dom. In fact, I think your experience would be good. As he likes to end his panorama with sex, great sex in fact."

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

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

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

"I think we need to own a short talk about what you've just jumped into. Then, I can arrange a meeting between him and you if you want."Verity gave it a short thought then nodded with a pocket-size smile. Angela recognised that smiling, knowing she had it on her face. A smile of desire and pleasure. It meant that their family relationship was changing beyond that of just mother and daughter .