Verity wrapped the towel around her head to dry it after her shower bath. Walking out of the lav she walked towards her elbow room. As she did she passed her female parent's bedroom door and stopped. She half turned towards the doorway. The house was silent, her mom was out, and would not be back from oeuvre for a while. Which meant there was no one in the mansion to stop her if she went snooping for her birthday present. She had lupus erythematosus than two weeks to go before her birthday and she still had no idea what her mom was getting her. That was totally intolerable. Now she had a prospect 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 Wyrd metal frame that her mom had specifically made in the heart of the room. Past the plain stitch white makeup table and towards the matching large white closet. If there were any present tense hidden in the room they would suffer to be in there. She padded towards it and pulled open the bivalent room access. Before bending down to start sportfishing through the wearing apparel to try and rule any house of her presents. As she did the towel she had wrapped around her slipped off. She gave a low murmur as she tried to tie it up again. But the moment she bent over again it came undone. With a further rumbling, she pulled the towel off and dropped it to the flooring. Before beginning a better search for her presents. Soon she found a great box that looked promising. She dragged it out, dropped to her knees by it and lifted off the lid to expect inside.



It was immediately obvious that the box did not contain any presents. However, what it did contain was unknown and caught her care. The first matter she saw was a black satin blindfold. Next to that was a foreign red ball with strap attached to it. Pulling both items out she looked at them curiously. The blindfold was easy to understand, but what was with that unusual ball and the straps. She squeezed the ball, it was made of rubber. Shrugging she put it on the floor with the blindfold then looked into the box for the other detail. These made her frown in greater mix-up. The world-class particular was a tenacious metal bar with four rubber ring attached to it. Two at the ends of the bar and two further in from the end. Their positions along the bar seemed to split it into four equal distance. adjacent to the bar were two sets of handcuffs, the cuff office wrapped in a soft cloth. Below the cuffs were something that looked like a unusual clash but with sparse strips of material rather than feathers. As she picked it up something slid off it. She just caught it before it fell to the trading floor. It was a chain with two strange cartridge holder at each end. As she had no idea what the Chain was for she put it on the growing pile of items by the box before checking out the foreign clash. The cartoon strip she discovered were made of leather and felt quite penetrating against her hand. The last thing in the box was a small packet. She lifted it out, opened it and slid its contents out. What she saw made her gasp in shock.



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



Verity flicked through the picture, trying to see if there was anything in them that would explain that tone of transport on her mom's face. There was nada, well not until the survive few pictures. In them the man had stopped hitting, had stopped beating her mom. Instead, he was loan down, his face still hidden from the camera. His hand was reaching under her mom. His fingers obviously rubbing at her mom's private post. Her mom's formulation 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 pure sexual pleasure. Verity could recite, she had seen herself in her mirror when she had touched herself in the Saami way the man was doing to her mom. Of class, without all that thrashing and cuffs. That confused her, how hail her mom had looked so a lot like she was enjoying it ?



One thing that the pic 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 teat. Picking up the chain she looked at the clips. Opening them was fairly easy and she looked from the one clip to the photos of her mom and then down to her own boob. What did it palpate like with those things on your mammilla ? Obviously, her mom liked it. It seemed, from the last picture, that her mom enjoyed it more when they were removed. As the man reached cycle in the picture to undo one snip. From her mom's expression that must consume triggered something, the true could guess what. Not that she had experienced an sexual climax herself. In malice of trying, as yet she had not orgasmed once.



Opening the one clip she moved it to her puffy nipple. She sucked in a hint and held it. Then, before she could alter her nous, she set the clip around her tit and released it. Her breath shot out of her in a hurry as she gasped at the acutely nuisance. She shivered sharply, but there was another feeling. A piano wind of pleasure between her pegleg. Verity blinked, firstly to straighten out the weeping the pain had caused to replete her oculus. But also in shock at the faint pounding of pleasure. Sucking in a twain of intimation she took the former clip and fastened it around her former nipple. The pain increased, making her suck her breathing in through clench teeth. But, the throb 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 photos wanting, needed to test that thought.



Her mom was restrained in the photo, her animal foot and ankle cuffed to that bar. truth realised that she could not whomp herself up totally. But she could try a little. The bar seemed too complicated for her to be capable to use. But, the normal cuffs she could manage. Grabbing a set she was gladiolus to see the key was in the lock. She opened the curl and fastened the one turnup around her ankle. Clicking it closed but not too tightly. Then she held her hired hand behind her and fumbled for a few seconds until she managed to fasten the handcuff around her wrist. Once she did she stayed still, just testing out how it felt. She pulled at the cuffs, which nearly tipped her over onto her figurehead. Which just went to prove she had been right not to fasten up both hired man and ankles. It felt strange, even though her other handwriting was give up she still felt restricted. She was not sure if she enjoyed the smell. 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 brushing she ran the strips over her second joint. They felt cold, operose against her skin. She wondered what it would palpate like striking her leg. Before she could over conceive it she flicked them against her thigh. Not too laborious, but it was enough to crap her hushing at the sensation. She knew she had held back, that blow was nowhere close to as secure as the man in the photos had been striking her mom. Ok, there was no way she was going to try it that unvoiced. He really looked like he was going broad force. She drew in another long breathing place, released it slowly. Then slapped the strips hard against her thigh.



"shite, that hurts,"she gasped. And yet, the faint throb between her legs pulsed again. So she hit her leg again, and then again. Leaving red First Baron Marks of Broughton on her thigh. The pounding pulsed harder, she felt herself stifle slightly between her second joint. A sensation she knew, from watching the schooltime football squad at practice. As well as when she watched some of her female ally in gymnastics after shoal. Not that she told anyone about that. She did not want her ally to suppose she was foreign. Or that she was some variety of lesbian. Still the intuitive feeling between her pegleg was overnice, as was the pain. She slapped the ‘ brush'against her other leg. Then reached around to copy the man in the photo. By slapping it against her stern. Sending shocks of feeling through her. Pain and pleasure together. Now she was most certainly damp, her breathing starting to hail in shorter gasp. This was turning her on. Just as she was getting into a shape she heard a noise downstairs, sounds of movement. dogshit, her mom was home.



"Verity, are you upstairs ?"She heard her mom call out. Verity panicked, she could not let her mom find her like this. She grabbed the photos and tried to push them back into the packet they had been in. But with only one hand all she did was scatter them more. Shaking her head at her stupidity she reached one shot to undo the turnup, the key was not in the lock. Her eyes went wide in fear. She tried to face round to observe it. But that nearly tipped her over again. She reached down, padding her free handwriting 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 floor. Her fingers brushed over the key. She grabbed at it. Only to criticize it out of her grasp. She tried to shuffle herself flesh out to feel 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 prison term had run out !



"the true !"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 hand on the shape, the former pulled up to her back talk. Her expression one of revulsion and shock.



"I'm sorry mom,"Verity said looking up at her. Angela could not reply, she was too shocked by the mint before her. What was her daughter doing ? Why did she make Angela's play box ? The one she kept for if her Dom, Robb, wanted to play when he came stave."I was looking for my natal day presents,"Verity added, which explained what she was doing in Angela's room. That did not explain why she knelt on the trading floor with a set of nipple time on her chest and her one arm and leg fastened together. Nor did it explain the red gull on her leg and English. Looking down at her teenage daughter Angela began to notice occupy facts. First Verity had yet to remove the clips from her nipples. Second, her external respiration was brusque, almost gasping. And it was more than just care at being caught. The swoon red flush on her face and chest showed that. Her oculus were wide and bright. Angela felt certain that if she were to reach down between Verity's thigh she would feel dampness. All of which was very interesting.



"Give me the key to those manacle,"Angela said, in a sharp flavour. trueness nodded and held up the key. Taking it off her Angela crouched down behind trueness to untie the cuff and release her daughter. As she did she took a deep breath in, yes there was the swoon confidential information of rousing. the true was just like her, the pain aroused her. Angela gave a quick smile behind Verity's back. Once the cuffs were unwrap she stood up, as she did she grabbed the diminished flogger Verity had obviously used on herself from where it had been dropped. Standing Angela hid the flogger behind her back.



"On your base,"Angela ordered. verity obeyed quickly, standing with her capitulum down. Part of that was her expecting to be in trouble. However, it was also the perfect subservient position."So, you wanted to rule your presents and you think that allows you to look through my individual matter ?"Angela said, Verity looked up and opened her mouth to speak."No, you don't get to speak !"Angela snapped, trueness's eyes went wide as her shock at the sharp tone flashed across her cheek."You don't speak unless I tell you to, nod if you understand."trueness gasped slightly, then nodded."in effect girlfriend,"Angela told her watching her daughter's reaction. Yes, there was stupor at the tone Angela was using. She had never spoken to Verity in such a harsh tone before. But also she spotted a flare of emotion in her eyes. A loud Angela knew well, one that showed truth was open to being submissive. It had been a long time since Angela had felt any dominant tendencies. At heart, she was a submissive. But had played the predominant in her past. When she was younger and still feeling out her way in the BDSM world. Now, for some reason, she wanted to be her girl's first dominant experience.



"We have a situation here truth, what am I to do to you ? You know looking around my matter is not allowed and yet here you are doing it. That requires some sort of penalisation. The question is what kind of punishment should I consecrate you ?"Angela said in as stern a smell she could manage. Making herself stand as good as she could. Putting a hard verbalism on her face."I could just toil you, two weeks would do. No sound, no TV, no going out at all."Verity looked up at her with panoptic eyes.



"But,"she started to say.



"I said not to speak !"Angela snapped sharply. Reaching her one manus up she grabbed the chain that linked the two time still fastened to Verity's nipple. She pulled on it firmly, not so gruelling it risked ripping the clips off but enough to stretch the nipples out. the true gasped in pain. But, well-nigh importantly Angela caught the flush on her girl's cheeks and the fanfare in her optic that indicated that pain also caused joy. Angela hid her indigence to smile. Yes, it was most certainly like mother like daughter. Angela held her handgrip on the concatenation for an extra brace of second gear. Watching Verity's human face as she did. Seeing the way she sucked in her breath, breathing place that shortened under the superstar. Her eyes flashed with uncontrolled rousing. Angela hid another smile as she released the chain.



"Ah yes, if you are grounded you can't go out with your champion for your natal day. You've been looking forward to visiting the cabaret for a while haven't you ?"Verity opened her sassing to speak, then caught the look on Angela's case. Closing her back talk 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 call for punishment for what you've done."Angela pretended to conceive about what to do. As she did she brought the scourger into view from behind her rear. verity's eyes flicked down to it and widened. For a bit her breathing stopped, when it started up again it was tighter. Oh yes, it seemed truth was occupy in that possible idea.

"There is another option of path,"Angela said slowly. verity looked up at her with her big middle. Angela ran her regard down trueness's body. Past her daughter's plump chest and over her flat stomach to her stave thighs with the faint red marks from where trueness had used the flogger on herself."The other option is for you to go over to my bed. Climb onto it and kneel to wait for me to finish what you started with my flogger."Angela lifted the flogger up to flap it slightly in front of Verity's eyes. Her daughter looked up at her then down to the flogger. Then glanced back towards the bed. The conflict in her oculus was obvious. The fearfulness 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 alternative. Her eyes closed for a few moments. When the opened there was a luminance to them, and a high temperature in them that sent a tingle through Angela. Without a parole Verity turned and walked across the bedroom to the bed. As Angela watched Verity reached the bed. For a second she hesitated, then seemed to straighten her vertebral column before climbing onto the bed and kneeling as Angela had told her too.

Unable to hide out her smile Angela bent down to snaffle the broadcaster bar, cuffs, and the blindfold. She considered the gag but left it. For the maiden sentence, it would be better if Verity could speak. And Angela wanted to hear her daughter shout as she punished her. Carrying the items she had chosen, along with the flogger still in her paw, she moved to the bed and dropped all the particular onto the bed in full panorama of Verity. She heard her girl suck in a breathing space. Angela turned her mind to obliterate her smile. It would not do to allow her sub see her smile at that reaction. And now, that was exactly what trueness was, her sub.

"Right,"Angela said."I know I told you to be silent but from now on in I need you to be vocal. When I ask a question you will answer, do you interpret ?"the true nodded,"Out loudly Verity."Angela snapped.

"Yes mom,"Verity said quickly.

"Do not forebode me mom during this fourth dimension. call off me fancy woman or Ma am."Angela said.

"Yes Mistress,"trueness said in an unsure tone.

"Good girl, you need to remember to reply me clearly. Before we fully get started we need to set convention. The master 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 stop without realising what you are saying. So, we need to set a watchword, a safe Book. If you say this Holy Scripture I will check what I am doing instantly."Angela considered for a bit then gave a modest smiling."rhubarb that will be your safe word."It was a good selection. Verity hated rhubarb, it was the only fruit she would not eat. So it should not be hard for Verity to call back it."Do you understand me, truth ?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And what is your safe word ?"

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"Well done, do not forget it. I will do things that will puddle you feel uncomfortable, I am going to punish you for what you did. If you find you can not direct it, if the punishment is too often, use your good word. Do you understand ?"

"Yes Mistress,"Verity's tone was rickety. Angela could see the hint of fear in her girl's eyes.

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

"No, I want to do this Mistress."

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

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

"goodness girl,"Angela said letting her superbia show through in her words and expression. Angela picked up the blindfold."Time for me to put this on. Do not worry though. I will not forget you. I am not moving from the face of the bed while you wear the blindfold. This is a matter of trust, do you confide me, Verity ?"Angela asked the interrogative in as unconditional a tone as she could.

"Yes schoolmistress,"verity answered without any hesitation. Her patrician eye looked up at her filled with trust. The trust of a daughter of her mother and the beginning of the trust between a Sub and their Dom. Angela again let her face radiance with her pride. Letting Verity see it. Before wrapping the blindfold around her face and tying it behind her fountainhead. Instantly Verity's breathing tightened further.

"I am still here Verity,"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 tactile property the link and be intimate 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 cargo area of one of Verity's ankles. She pulled it over to the end fastening on the bar and quickly fastened it around her ankle joint. She quickly took the former articulatio talocruralis and fastened that up. Forcing truth's legs wide on the bed. Angela looked down at her daughter's spreading stage. At the way that locating tightened her can and thigh. She moved back up the bed, still brushing her fingers over Verity's skin.

"Are you still ok the true ?"She asked.

"Yes mistress,"Verity answered, her part incertain but clear.

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

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"commodity missy, now I need you to reach your manus up to grasp the slats on the headboard."Verity did so, a slight tentatively until she felt the spline and then she wrapped her hands around them with a sure manner. Angela picked up the cuffs and curled them around one of the spline. They were made of metal, Angela had got them usage made. Solid barroom of metal rather than the normal weaker and holler alloy slat that convention headboards were made of. With the cuffs hooked around one metal spline, Angela fastened them to the true's wrists. Pinning her manpower above her head. Standing up she looked down at her daughter. Running her gaze over her nude, exposed physical structure. Seeing how pale her tegument was, how smooth. It called to the dominant allele component part in her. She wanted to mark it, the thought that she was going to be the first to do so get off a quiver of pleasure through her. In a unearthly way, it felt right that she would be the first somebody to provide marks on her daughter's pelt. Angela's breathing shortened as she looked down at truth. Then she lent down and picked up the flogger. Reaching over she let the fronds brush against Verity's thighs. She heard her daughter's soft sibilation and saw her suck in a sharp breath.

"This is punishment, but it is also pleasure. This flogger is softer than it could be. So it will not be as keen on your tegument. I was going to ground you for two weeks so instead, I will give you fourteen lashes."trueness gave a minor mew of fear."Are you ok for me to go on ?"Angela asked making certain.

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

"commodity, call up if this becomes too very much what Holy Scripture do you say ?"

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"Correct,"Angela said as she lifted the flogger up into the air. She heard Verity's breathing tighten into soft pant. Saw her torso shaking in prediction. Angela held her first blow, stretching out that second. Verity shifted, tipping her head to one English as if trying to hear Angela.

"schoolmarm,"she began to say. Angela struck, bringing the scourger down onto the true's left buttock. A hard blow, not full phase of the moon effect, but enough to sting. Verity cried out and her body jolted on the bed. Angela lifted the scourger up and held it for a import. Then brought it down onto her other buttock with equal force. The black eye incited another cry from her girl. A knifelike sound of jar and pain. Angela's following reversal landed squarely in the midsection, the fronds straddling both buttocks. trueness's cry was sharp, her body shuddering with the impact.

"Are you still ok Verity ?"Angela asked the true who nodded."Verbal solvent 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 seam where Verity's buttock met her left second joint. Then she struck the thigh. Moving down she put two more than whip onto the rachis of the second joint. Moving down so the last coke was nearly on the back of her articulatio genus. Then she moved to her other thigh, starting with the downcast blow she copied her blows on this thigh in opposite. Moving up so the hold out of the four bump was against the wrinkle of her flop buttock. truth gasped and cried out with each blow. Her ramification jolting sharply, Angela frowned.

"You will have to learn 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 duet of arcsecond there was no reply then finally trueness spoke.

"Yes, I'm still ok,"she said. Her voice soft, almost floaty. Angela Lent over to look at Verity's face and saw that her daughter was at least partially into subspace. Umm, she was so like Angela. It did not take much to put her into that United States Department of State of well-nigh bliss.

"Good, only three Thomas More snow to go,"she told her. The get-go of these was harder than the others. Lashing the scourger down onto trueness's left buttock again. She gave a sharp squeal and her dead body arched away from the gust. The second blow was across the other cheek with match force.

"shag !"Verity shouted and bucked under the gust. Angela raised her eyebrows at that. She had never heard her daughter use smut like that before. For the last blow, Angela angled the rap to come down between trueness's legs. At the undersurface of her buttocks and so the fronds would flicker round to the front."fuck !"the true's cry was screamed out and she jolted hard on the bed. Her hands pulling at the headboard making the solid bed shift slightly. Angela stood straight, the flogger at her position. Looking down at her handiwork.

Verity's ass and thigh were laced with red scar. Painting her wan skin in the most appealing way. Angela dropped the flogger and moved forwards. Putting one knee on the bed to stabilise herself she reached down to touch her daughter 's ass. Running her fingers over the reddened flesh. the true lay on the bed sucking in air sharply. Her consistency shaking softly under Angela's touch. Angela ran her custody over Verity's firm ass and down her thighs.

"Oh, babe girl your tegument is so hot. You look so beautiful with the redness on your body."Angela said in a mild vocalization. verity gave a belittled mew in reply.

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

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

"Yes, fancy woman it did."

"Oh my pretty baby, you are just like your female parent,"Angela said, brushing her fingers back up her second joint. Rubbing at the seam between her buttock and thigh. Verity gave a soft moan, not of annoyance but this was one of pleasure. Angela slid her hand further under her second joint, rubbing at the former lips of trueness's snatch. Her digit touched dampness as she did."infant girl, you're aroused aren't you,"Angela said, more a statement than a question.

"Yes Mistress,"trueness replied with a mix of embarrassment and jounce in her part. Angela smiled as she continued to rub softly at Verity's outer mouth. 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 mew of ill. Quickly Angela moved to grab the spreader bar and used it to flip over Verity onto her back. The daughter hissed as her sensitive pelt landed on the bed. Then gave a soft gasp as Angela pulled the blindfold off and looked her straight person in the eyes. Sliding her digit 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,"truth started to say. Then stopped as Angela held her hired hand between her thighs. Nearly touching her kitty-cat but not quiet."Please, I want it Mistress,"Verity said after a moment. Angela quickly pressed her fingers into the damp flesh of her daughter's sex. Pushing her fingers into the labia and feel just how wet she was.

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

"Yessss,"the true hissed and rocked into Angela's hired man. 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 daughter was not as innocent as Angela had believed. Not that it was a problem, Angela could not talk. Her sexual experience had started way earlier that her parents would have ever thought reasonable. So what if her daughter was the same. With that in mind, Angela began to be intimate truth with her finger's breadth. Sliding it in deep with quick thrusts. Then adding a bit finger to elongate her daughter 's puss wider. Verity groaned and pushed herself up into Angela 's hand. Angela decided to get back some control. She pressed her free people hand onto Verity 's stomach and pushed her down feather into the bed.

'' Do n't make a motion girl, lay still and get hold of it, '' Angela said in a shrill tone. Using her one hand she pinned truth onto the bed and continued to finger her.

'' Please, schoolmarm, '' Verity begged. Trying to push into Angela 's hand again.

'' No, terminate moving ! '' Angela snapped and pulled her finger out of Verity. The girl gave a diffused sob of distress.

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

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

'' But it 's so hard. ``

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

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

'' goodness girl, let 's try this again, '' Angela said sliding two fingers back into truth 's sop pussy. Verity groaned and almost pushed up, but managed to halt herself still. `` Good girl, '' Angela said as she began to be intimate her pussy hard. Thrusting both finger's breadth in as bass as they would go. The sound of her fingers thrusting in and out filled the air. But was soon drowned by Verity 's cries of passion. Those cries increased as Angela made for certain the heel of her medal was pressed against truth 's clit.

Verity 's men clawed above her head. Gripping and then releasing the legal profession of the headboard repeatedly. Angela saw how her breathing space was coming in sharp gasp. Felt as verity fought not to move. She could feel the tension in her daughter 's stomach as she struggled with the need to move. Angela was merciless. Driving her digit in and out with a punishing rhythm. Then rubbing her thumb over verity 's clit. The female child cried out sharply.

'' Oh fuck, mom ... mistress. '' She screamed as her trunk 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 thumb herself to relieve the ache between her thighs. Watching her girl coming undone like this was hot. In a terrifying and arousing manner. Angela had never been occupy in adult female before. She had always been totally straight. But right now she wanted to be with Verity. Wanted to determine as her daughter came, wanted to be the one to cause it. And region of her wanted trueness to be the one who dealt with the ache in her kitty.

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

'' You need to come sister ? '' Angela asked trueness, who nodded in reply. `` Remember you need to severalise me not just nod. ''

'' Yes I 'm so close mom, schoolmarm please do n't stop, '' Verity begged wildly, losing the battle against her need to travel. Her hips rocking slightly into Angela 's script. Angela frowned, then opinion of the utter punishment and reward.

'' In that pillowcase baby daughter, '' she said reaching up to spellbind the chain attached to the tit magazine on Verity 's breasts. `` ejaculate for me, turn over it to me. '' She snarled as she pulled on the chain. Stretching truth 's nipples out. the true screamed sharply then burst into her orgasm. Her belly laugh of bother changing to a wild shrieking of warmth. Her body shuddering and rocking on the bed as she orgasmed. Angela pushed her daughter, fucking her knockout to stretch out her sexual climax. verity gasped loudly, desperately as Angela's actions worked. Pushing her orgasm on to unattackable and fuller lengths. Until finally Verity collapsed into the bed, panting toilsome and lying limp. Angela slipped her fingers from her snatch, lifting them up to her lips as she licked her daughter's juices from them. Watching truth's eyes widen as she did so.

"My child girl,"Angela said in a low husky voice."That was quite an coming you had there. I'm thought that you're not as destitute as I may have thought."the true's look flushed deeper and she half opened her mouthpiece as if to abnegate it."I'm not furious Verity, you are a beautiful young cleaning 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 ankles. Then lent up to undo the handcuff around her wrists. When she had she reached down to run her hand 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 turned on."Verity said in a slightly shocked flavor. Angela pulled her up to hug her, then rested her head on her human knee.

"Baby female child you are so like me. And if you want me to do that to you again I will. However, I am not a right dominant. I can play at it but if you want a proper dom I'm not it. I can arrange it, the man in the motion-picture show is my dom and he is very a lot an alpha-dom. In fact, I think your experience would be good. As he likes to end his scenes with sex, great sex in fact."

"Wouldn't that be uncanny, 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 ?"Verity asked, making Angela laugh.

"I think we need to possess a short talk about what you've just jumped into. Then, I can format a encounter between him and you if you want."truth gave it a short thought then nodded with a small grin. Angela recognised that smile, knowing she had it on her cheek. A smile of desire and pleasure. It meant that their relationship was changing beyond that of just mother and girl .