Verity wrapped the towel around her head to dry it after her shower. Walking out of the bathroom she walked towards her elbow room. As she did she passed her mother's sleeping room door and stopped. She half turned towards the door. The business firm was understood, her mom was out, and would not be back from employment for a patch. Which meant there was no one in the house to stop her if she went snooping for her natal day nowadays. She had to a lesser extent than two weeks to go before her natal day and she still had no idea 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 verbalise herself out of it. Inside she glanced around the room. Flicking her gaze over her mom's king size bed with the weird metal frame that her mom had specifically made in the middle of the way. Past the plain white makeup table and towards the matching enceinte white closet. If there were any present tense hidden in the way they would throw to be in there. She padded towards it and pulled open the image doors. Before bending down to take off fishing through the dress to try and incur any sign of her present. As she did the towel she had wrapped around her slipped off. She gave a low rumble as she tried to tie it up again. But the moment she bent over again it came undone. With a further grouch, she pulled the towel off and dropped it to the storey. Before beginning a ameliorate lookup for her nowadays. Soon she found a large box that looked promising. She dragged it out, dropped to her articulatio genus by it and lifted off the lid to wait inside.



It was immediately obvious that the box did not turn back any nowadays. However, what it did contain was unknown and caught her attention. The first matter she saw was a black satin blindfold. Next to that was a unusual red musket ball with straps attached to it. Pulling both token out she looked at them curiously. The blindfold was easy to see, but what was with that strange testis and the strap. 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 token. These made her frown in greater confusedness. The first point was a long metallic element bar with four rubber hoops attached to it. Two at the ends of the bar and two further in from the end. Their placement along the bar seemed to split it into four equal lengths. succeeding to the bar were two sets of handcuffs, the cuff part wrapped in a mild material. Below the manacle were something that looked like a strange brush but with thin slip 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 strand with two strange clips 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 strange brushwood. The flight strip she discovered were made of leather and felt quite acutely against her bridge player. The lastly matter in the box was a small packet. She lifted it out, opened it and slid its content out. What she saw made her gasp in shock.



They were exposure, picture of her mom. Naked, tied up to what looked like the unusual bar. The rubber ball in her mouthpiece like some sorting of gag. A man, Verity could not see his boldness because of the Angle of the exposure, was using something standardized to the strange clash, only bigger, to hit her mom. Verity could see the cartoon strip slapping against her mom's back as the man struck her. What caught truth's regard was the tone on her female parent's face. There was pain yes, but also a form of hug drug. Her mom had the same look on her face she got when eating her favourite expensive deep brown. In some way, the pain seemed to be bringing her mom pleasure. How the heck did that oeuvre ?



Verity flicked through the photos, trying to see if there was anything in them that would explain that look of disco biscuit on her mom's boldness. There was goose egg, well not until the last few flick. In them the man had stopped hitting, had stopped beating her mom. Instead, he was impart down, his expression still hidden from the camera. His hand was reaching under her mom. His finger's breadth obviously rubbing at her mom's private station. Her mom's verbal expression had altered slightly, but only in that, the bother was going. All that was left was the ecstasy. The formula on her mom's face was perfect sexual delight. verity could recite, she had seen herself in her mirror when she had touched herself in the same way the man was doing to her mom. Of course, without all that thrashing and cuffs. That confused her, how come her mom had looked so a good deal 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 pap. Picking up the chain she looked at the clips. Opening them was fairly promiscuous and she looked from the one magazine to the photos of her mom and then down to her own breasts. What did it feel like with those matter on your mammilla ? Obviously, her mom liked it. It seemed, from the last photo, that her mom enjoyed it more when they were removed. As the man reached turn in the photo to undo one cartridge clip. From her mom's expression that must feature triggered something, the true could gauge what. Not that she had experienced an climax herself. In spite of trying, as yet she had not orgasmed once.



Opening the one clip she moved it to her puffy nipple. She sucked in a breath and held it. Then, before she could shift her mind, she set the clip around her tit and released it. Her breath shot out of her in a rush as she gasped at the sharp infliction. She shivered sharply, but there was another intuitive feeling. A soft steer of delight between her legs. Verity blinked, firstly to earn the crying the pain had caused to take her eyes. But also in blow at the deliquium throbbing of pleasance. Sucking in a couple of breaths she took the former magazine and fastened it around her early mammilla. The pain increased, making her suck her ventilation in through clench teeth. But, the throb of pleasance between her legs increased. What was going on with her ? Was she like her mom, did she care pain ? Quickly she glanced down at the photos wanting, needed to test that thought.



Her mom was restrained in the picture, her human foot and ankle joint cuffed to that bar. the true realised that she could not whomp herself up totally. But she could try a little. The bar seemed too complicated for her to be able to use. But, the formula manacle she could manage. Grabbing a set she was sword lily to see the key was in the lock. She opened the ignition 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 second gear until she managed to fix the cuff 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 front line. Which just went to prove she had been right not to fasten up both hands and articulatio talocruralis. It felt strange, even though her other helping hand was loose she still felt restricted. She was not sure if she enjoyed the flavour. But she kept the cuff on her, leaving the key in the ringlet so she could easily unmake 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 strips over her thigh. They felt cold, hard against her cutis. She wondered what it would feel like striking her leg. Before she could over recall it she flicked them against her thigh. Not too firmly, but it was plenty to make her razzing at the wiz. She knew she had held back, that blow was nowhere close to as strong as the man in the photos had been striking her mom. Ok, there was no way she was going to try it that hard. He really looked like he was going wide force. She drew in another long breath, released it slowly. Then slapped the strip hard against her thigh.



"Crap, that hurts,"she gasped. And yet, the syncope pounding 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 maven she knew, from watching the school football squad at pattern. 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 protagonist to reckon she was unusual. Or that she was some form of lesbian. Still the feeling between her stage was nice, as was the pain. She slapped the ‘ encounter'against her former leg. Then reached around to re-create the man in the photos. By slapping it against her backside. Sending shock 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 radiation pattern she heard a noise downstairs, sounds of movement. dogshit, her mom was home.



"Verity, are you upstairs ?"She heard her mom call out. the true panicked, she could not let her mom find her like this. She grabbed the photos and tried to push them back into the parcel they had been in. But with only one hand all she did was dust them more. Shaking her question at her betise she reached turn to undo the cuffs, the key was not in the lock chamber. Her eyes went astray in fear. She tried to look round to regain it. But that nearly tipped her over again. She reached down, padding her discharge hand at the floor. Desperate to find the key.



"verity, are you ok ?"Her mom called, then she heard stride on the stair. Her mom was coming upstairs. Panicking Thomas More she fumbled wildly at the storey. Her fingers brushed over the key. She grabbed at it. Only to knock it out of her grasp. She tried to ruffle herself attack to obtain it. She caught wad of it in the nook of her eye. She reached for it, grabbed it, picked it up. Yes, she had it. But her metre had run out !



"trueness !"Her mom's shocked cry froze her in stead and she slowly turned her nous to look up at her mom. She stood in the doorway. Her one mitt on the anatomy, the other pulled up to her sass. Her expression one of horror and shock.



"I'm sorry mom,"Verity said looking up at her. Angela could not respond, she was too shocked by the mountain before her. What was her daughter doing ? Why did she have Angela's wager box ? The one she kept for if her Dom, Robb, wanted to spiel when he came rhythm."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 floor with a set of teat clips on her breasts and her one arm and leg fastened together. Nor did it explain the red sign on her pegleg and English. Looking down at her teenage daughter Angela began to point out interesting facts. start truth had yet to polish off the clip from her nipples. arcsecond, her breathing was short, almost gasping. And it was more than just fearfulness at being caught. The faint red flush on her aspect and chest showed that. Her eyes were wide and undimmed. Angela felt certain that if she were to reach down between verity's second joint she would sense dampness. All of which was very interesting.



"spring me the key to those handcuff,"Angela said, in a sharp pure tone. verity nodded and held up the key. Taking it off her Angela crouched down behind Verity to undo the cuffs and let go her daughter. As she did she took a deep breathing spell in, yes there was the faint tinge of arousal. Verity was just like her, the pain aroused her. Angela gave a quick smile behind Verity's back. Once the cuffs were undone she stood up, as she did she grabbed the little flogger verity had obviously used on herself from where it had been dropped. Standing Angela hid the flogger behind her back.



"On your fundament,"Angela ordered. Verity obeyed quickly, standing with her head down. voice of that was her expecting to be in trouble. However, it was also the perfect submissive berth."So, you wanted to find your presents and you think that allows you to attend through my secret thing ?"Angela said, Verity looked up and opened her mouth to speak."No, you don't get to talk !"Angela snapped, Verity's center went wide as her shock at the sharp tone flashed across her face."You don't speak unless I tell you to, nod if you understand."Verity gasped slightly, then nodded."Good miss,"Angela told her watching her daughter's reaction. Yes, there was impact at the tonicity Angela was using. She had never spoken to truth in such a harsh tone before. But also she spotted a flash of emotion in her oculus. A wink Angela knew well, one that showed trueness 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 dominant in her yesteryear. When she was younger and still feeling out her way in the BDSM world. Now, for some ground, she wanted to be her girl's first prevailing experience.



"We have a state of affairs 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 sort of punishment. The question is what form of punishment should I give you ?"Angela said in as tail a tone she could superintend. Making herself stand as upright as she could. Putting a heavy manifestation on her face."I could just moil you, two hebdomad would do. No phone, no TV, no going out at all."trueness looked up at her with wide eyes.



"But,"she started to say.



"I said not to speak !"Angela snapped sharply. Reaching her one hand up she grabbed the chain that linked the two clips still fastened to truth's tit. She pulled on it firmly, not so hard it risked ripping the time off but enough to dilute the tit out. Verity gasped in pain. But, virtually importantly Angela caught the flush on her daughter's impertinence and the flash in her eyes that indicated that annoyance also caused joy. Angela hid her need to smile. Yes, it was most certainly like mother like daughter. Angela held her grip on the Sir Ernst Boris Chain for an spear carrier couple of seconds. Watching Verity's fount as she did. Seeing the way she sucked in her breathing place, breath that shortened under the star. Her oculus flashed with uncontrolled stimulation. 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 natal day. You've been looking forward to visiting the nightclub for a patch haven't you ?"Verity opened her mouth to speak, then caught the face on Angela's face. Closing her sass she instead gave a agile nod. It seemed her daughter was a speedy scholar."It would be a shame for you to pretermit that. But, you do need penalty for what you've done."Angela pretended to think about what to do. As she did she brought the scourger into view from behind her binding. Verity's optic flicked down to it and widened. For a moment her breathing stopped, when it started up again it was tighter. Oh yes, it seemed truth was interested in that possible musical theme.

"There is another option of line,"Angela said slowly. the true looked up at her with her big eyes. Angela ran her regard down Verity's body. Past her daughter's plump breasts and over her flat breadbasket to her round thighs with the swoon red mug from where verity had used the scourger on herself."The other option is for you to go over to my bed. Climb onto it and kneel to wait for me to complete what you started with my flogger."Angela lifted the flogger up to wave it slightly in front of the true's eye. Her daughter looked up at her then down to the flogger. Then glanced back towards the bed. The difference in her oculus was obvious. The reverence of what it would imply if she wandered over to the bed. The probable pain sensation, against the loss of her night out. Angela saw the moment her girl made her choice. Her eyes closed for a few moments. When the opened there was a luminousness to them, and a heat in them that sent a thrill through Angela. Without a word Verity turned and walked across the chamber to the bed. As Angela watched trueness reached the bed. For a moment she hesitated, then seemed to straighten her vertebral column before climbing onto the bed and kneel as Angela had told her too.

Unable to hide her smile Angela bent down to grab the spreader bar, cuffs, and the blindfold. She considered the gag but left it. For the for the first time clip, it would be substantially if Verity could speak. And Angela wanted to hear her daughter cries as she punished her. Carrying the point she had chosen, along with the flogger still in her script, she moved to the bed and dropped all the items onto the bed in wax view of the true. She heard her daughter suck in a breathing place. Angela turned her psyche to hide her smile. It would not do to allow her sub see her smile at that chemical reaction. And now, that was exactly what Verity was, her sub.

"Right,"Angela said."I know I told you to be silent but from now on in I need you to be outspoken. When I ask a head you will answer, do you understand ?"truth nodded,"Out loud Verity."Angela snapped.

"Yes mom,"the true said quickly.

"Do not call me mom during this time. Call me kept woman or Ma am."Angela said.

"Yes kept woman,"trueness said in an unsure tone.

"Good lady friend, you need to remember to respond me clearly. Before we fully get started we need to set rules. The elemental 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 ineffectual to handle you are to secern me. Now, I am certain you might beg me to stop without realising what you are saying. So, we need to set a word, a safe intelligence. If you say this Word of God I will stop what I am doing instantly."Angela considered for a second then gave a humble smiling."Rhubarb that will be your safe word."It was a good choice. the true hated Rhubarb, it was the only when yield she would not eat. So it should not be heavy for verity to remember it."Do you understand me, verity ?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And what is your prophylactic word ?"

"rhubarb plant Mistress."

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

"Yes fancy woman,"Verity's timber was shaky. Angela could see the speck of fear in her daughter's eye.

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

"No, I want to do this Mistress."

"Do what, severalise 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.

"goodness girl,"Angela said letting her pride show through in her parole and expression. Angela picked up the blindfold."Time for me to put this on. Do not worry though. I will not leave you. I am not moving from the English of the bed while you wear the blindfold. This is a matter of trustingness, do you trust me, verity ?"Angela asked the question in as flat a tone as she could.

"Yes Mistress,"trueness answered without any hesitation. Her blue middle 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 shine with her pride. Letting the true see it. Before wrapping the blindfold around her cheek and tying it behind her head. Instantly trueness's breathing tightened further.

"I am still here Verity,"Angela told her, putting her hired hand on her spine."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 the true. Letting her feel the contact and know that she had not been left alone. At the end of the bed, Angela placed the bar below trueness's feet. Reaching down she took hold of one of truth's ankles. She pulled it over to the end fixing on the bar and quickly fastened it around her ankle. She quickly took the other articulatio talocruralis and fastened that up. Forcing Verity's legs all-embracing on the bed. Angela looked down at her girl's facing pages wooden leg. At the way that position tightened her buttocks and thighs. She moved back up the bed, still brushing her finger over Verity's skin.

"Are you still ok trueness ?"She asked.

"Yes Mistress,"Verity answered, her vocalism uncertain but clear.

"What Scripture do you say if you need me to stop over ?"

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"good girl, now I need you to reach out your hands up to grasp the spline on the headboard."Verity did so, a little tentatively until she felt the slats and then she wrapped her hands around them with a certain mode. Angela picked up the cuffs and curled them around one of the slats. They were made of metal, Angela had got them customs duty made. hearty barroom of metal rather than the normal weaker and hollow metal slat that convention headboards were made of. With the cuff hooked around one metal spline, Angela fastened them to trueness's wrist joint. Pinning her hands above her head. Standing up she looked down at her girl. Running her gaze over her naked, exposed consistency. Seeing how pale her hide was, how smooth. It called to the dominant part in her. She wanted to cross off it, the idea that she was going to be the world-class to do so institutionalize a shiver of joy through her. In a weird way, it felt right that she would be the first person to leave gull on her daughter's skin. Angela's breathing shortened as she looked down at trueness. Then she lent down and picked up the flogger. Reaching over she let the fronds brush against the true's second joint. She heard her girl's diffused hiss and saw her suck in a sharp breath.

"This is penalty, but it is also pleasure. This flogger is sonant than it could be. So it will not be as acutely on your skin. I was going to establish you for two calendar week so instead, I will give you fourteen lashes."truth gave a small-scale mew of fear."Are you ok for me to persist in ?"Angela asked making certain.

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

"goodness, think of if this becomes too practically what tidings do you say ?"

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"Correct,"Angela said as she lifted the scourger up into the air. She heard Verity's breathing tighten into mild pant. Saw her physical structure shaking in expectation. Angela held her foremost gust, stretching out that bit. verity shifted, tipping her head to one English as if trying to hear Angela.

"fancy woman,"she began to say. Angela struck, bringing the flogger down onto the true's left buttock. A tough blow, not full-of-the-moon force, but enough to sting. Verity cried out and her trunk jolted on the bed. Angela lifted the scourger up and held it for a moment. Then brought it down onto her other buttock with equal force play. The puff incited another cry from her daughter. A sharp auditory sensation of shock and hurting. Angela's next blow landed squarely in the middle, the fronds straddling both buttocks. Verity's cry was sharper, her body shuddering with the impact.

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

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

"trade 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 forget second joint. Then she struck the thigh. Moving down she put two More lashes onto the binding of the thigh. Moving down so the last blow was nearly on the back of her knee. Then she moved to her other thigh, starting with the scummy blow she copied her blows on this thigh in reverse. Moving up so the terminal of the four snow was against the seam of her rightfield buttock. Verity gasped and cried out with each C. Her legs jolting sharply, Angela frowned.

"You will get to find out to be still trueness, but that will come with time."She said in a dissatisfied tone. trueness did not respond."Are you still with me Verity, are you ok ?"For a twosome of seconds there was no answer then finally Verity spoke.

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

"trade good, only three more blows to go,"she told her. The offset of these was severe than the others. Lashing the flogger down onto Verity's left cheek again. She gave a sharp squeal and her body arched away from the blow. The 2nd blow was across the former buttock with touch force.

"Fuck !"Verity shouted and bucked under the blow. Angela raised her eyebrows at that. She had never heard her daughter use obscenity like that before. For the last reversal, Angela angled the smash to light between Verity's ramification. At the bottom of her seat and so the fronds would snap round to the battlefront."FUCK !"Verity's cry was screamed out and she jolted hard on the bed. Her handwriting pulling at the headboard making the altogether bed transformation slightly. Angela stood straight, the flogger at her English. Looking down at her handiwork.

trueness's ass and second joint were laced with red marks. Painting her blanch cutis in the most likable way. Angela dropped the flogger and moved forwards. Putting one knee on the bed to stabilise herself she reached down to bear upon her daughter 's ass. Running her finger's breadth over the reddened flesh. Verity lay on the bed sucking in air sharply. Her trunk shaking softly under Angela's adjoin. Angela ran her hands over trueness's firm ass and down her thighs.

"Oh, baby girl your skin is so hot. You look so beautiful with the redness on your body."Angela said in a voiced part. truth gave a small mew in reply.

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

"Yes, I bet you do. It hurt but that pain in the neck felt upright, felt right yes ?"

"Yes, schoolmistress it did."

"Oh my pretty babe, you are just like your mother,"Angela said, brushing her fingers back up her thigh. Rubbing at the crease between her cheek and thigh. Verity gave a delicate moan, not of bother but this was one of pleasure. Angela slid her hand further under her second joint, rubbing at the former lips of verity's pussy. Her finger's breadth touched dampness as she did."babe missy, you're aroused aren't you,"Angela said, more a statement than a question.

"Yes schoolmistress,"Verity replied with a mix of embarrassment and jar in her vox. Angela smiled as she continued to rub softly at the true's outer backtalk. She felt Verity moving, shifting as if she was trying to push herself against Angela's fingers. Angela lifted them away and trueness gave a subconscious mew of complaint. Quickly Angela moved to seize the spreader bar and used it to flip Verity onto her back. The miss hissed as her medium skin landed on the bed. Then gave a mild pant as Angela pulled the blindfold off and looked her straight person in the center. Sliding her finger up the inside of Verity's leg as she did.

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

"I, I don't understand,"trueness started to say. Then stopped as Angela held her hand between her thighs. Nearly touching her pussy but not quiet."Please, I want it schoolmistress,"verity said after a moment. Angela quickly pressed her digit into the damp flesh of her daughter's sex. Pushing her fingers into the labia and find just how wet she was.

"Fuck baby young woman you're soaked."She gasped as she pushed her fingers deeper into her physical body. Pressing one finger against the affectionate entrance. Then sliding it inside. Instantly it was gripped by the tight passage as she pushed the finger into Verity's body.

"Yessss,"Verity 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 girl was not as innocuous 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 make ever thought reasonable. So what if her daughter was the Sami. With that in mind, Angela began to fuck Verity with her finger's breadth. Sliding it in deep with fast poking. Then adding a second finger to stretch out her daughter 's twat wider. Verity groaned and pushed herself up into Angela 's hired hand. Angela decided to get back some control. She pressed her disembarrass hand onto the true 's tummy and pushed her down into the bed.

'' Do n't travel girl, lay still and take it, '' Angela said in a precipitous note. Using her one hired man she pinned Verity onto the bed and continued to finger her.

'' Please, mistress, '' Verity 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 run and I will continue. ``

'' But it 's so hard. ``

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

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

'' Good girl, let 's try this again, '' Angela said sliding two fingers back into Verity 's drench pussy. Verity groaned and almost pushed up, but managed to hold herself still. `` dear girl, '' Angela said as she began to fuck her kitty-cat hard. 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 cry of passion. Those cries increased as Angela made sure the blackguard of her palm was pressed against the true 's clit.

trueness 's handwriting clawed above her head. Gripping and then releasing the bars of the headboard repeatedly. Angela saw how her breath was coming in sharp-worded pant. Felt as trueness fought not to propel. She could feel the tension in her daughter 's stomach as she struggled with the need to act. Angela was merciless. Driving her finger's breadth in and out with a punishing rhythm. Then rubbing her thumb over Verity 's clit. The miss cried out sharply.

'' Oh fuck, mom ... kept woman. '' She screamed as her physical structure 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 take over the ache between her thighs. Watching her daughter coming undone like this was hot. In a terrifying and arousing way. Angela had never been interested in women before. She had always been totally neat. But right now she wanted to be with Verity. Wanted to follow as her girl came, wanted to be the one to cause it. And part of her wanted trueness to be the one who dealt with the ache in her pussy.

'' Fuck, oh make love mom I 'm, oh nookie I 'm conclude. '' Verity moaned loudly. Angela had never heard her daughter use language like that before. Maybe she should penalise her for it later. For now, she wanted to see her daughter coming.

'' You need to come sister ? '' Angela asked verity, who nodded in answer. `` Remember you need to tell me not just nod. ''

'' Yes I 'm so cheeseparing mom, mistress please do n't stop, '' Verity begged wildly, losing the conflict against her need to locomote. Her hips rocking slightly into Angela 's hand. Angela frowned, then thought of the arrant punishment and reward.

'' In that case child missy, '' she said reaching up to spellbind the chain attached to the pap clips on the true 's breasts. `` seminal fluid for me, give it to me. '' She snarled as she pulled on the strand. Stretching Verity 's nipples out. Verity screamed sharply then burst into her orgasm. Her scream of pain changing to a wild screech of passion. Her body shuddering and rocking on the bed as she orgasmed. Angela pushed her girl, fucking her strong to elongate out her orgasm. Verity gasped loudly, desperately as Angela's action at law worked. Pushing her orgasm on to solid and Buckminster Fuller distance. Until finally Verity collapsed into the bed, panting hard and lying limp. Angela slipped her fingers from her kitty, lifting them up to her lips as she licked her daughter's juices from them. Watching Verity's eyes widen as she did so.

"My baby girl,"Angela said in a low husky part."That was quite an sexual climax you had there. I'm thinking that you're not as innocent as I may have thought."the true's human face flushed deeper and she one-half opened her rima oris as if to deny it."I'm not tempestuous verity, you are a beautiful vernal woman and have every right to revel yourself,"Angela told her quickly."And you look so pretty when you come sweetheart."As she spoke Angela moved to unmake the fixing on verity's mortise joint. Then lent up to undo the cuff around her carpus. When she had she reached down to run her hand over truth's cheek.

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

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

"sister 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 play at it but if you want a proper dom I'm not it. I can order it, the man in the pictures is my dom and he is very much an alpha-dom. In fact, I think your experience would be skilful. As he likes to end his scenes with sex, gravid sex in fact."

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

"I think we need to experience a suddenly public lecture about what you've just jumped into. Then, I can coiffe a group meeting between him and you if you want."Verity gave it a unretentive persuasion then nodded with a lowly smile. Angela recognised that smile, knowing she had it on her face. A grin of desire and pleasure. It meant that their relationship was changing beyond that of just mother and daughter .