verity wrapped the towel around her mind to dry it after her shower. Walking out of the toilet she walked towards her room. As she did she passed her mother's bedroom door and stopped. She half work towards the door. The house was mute, her mom was out, and would not be back from body of work for a while. Which meant there was no one in the house to stop her if she went snooping for her birthday present. She had to a lesser extent 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 chance to snoop.



Moving quickly, she entered her mom's room before she could talk herself out of it. Inside she glanced around the way. Flicking her gaze over her mom's king size bed with the Wyrd metal human body that her mom had specifically made in the middle of the elbow room. Past the champaign white make-up tabular array and towards the matching declamatory white wardrobe. If there were any nowadays hidden in the room they would stimulate to be in there. She padded towards it and pulled open the stunt man door. Before bending down to get fishing through the clothes to try and find any signal 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 floor. Before beginning a adept hunting for her presents. Soon she found a with child box that looked promising. She dragged it out, dropped to her knees by it and lifted off the lid to look inside.



It was immediately obvious that the box did not contain any present tense. However, what it did contain was foreign and caught her attention. The offset thing she saw was a black satin blindfold. Next to that was a strange red ball with strap attached to it. Pulling both detail out she looked at them curiously. The blindfold was easy to infer, but what was with that strange testis and the straps. She squeezed the ball, it was made of prophylactic. Shrugging she put it on the storey with the blindfold then looked into the box for the former point. These made her frown in greater confusion. The for the first time item was a long metal bar with four caoutchouc hoop attached to it. Two at the last of the bar and two further in from the end. Their positions along the bar seemed to split it into four touch distance. Next to the bar were two sets of handcuff, the handlock part wrapped in a mild material. Below the cuffs were something that looked like a strange copse but with slight strips of cloth rather than feathers. As she picked it up something slid off it. She just caught it before it fell to the floor. It was a chain with two unknown clips at each end. As she had no idea what the range of mountains was for she put it on the growing pile of token by the box before checking out the strange light touch. The landing strip she discovered were made of leather and felt quite sharp-worded against her mitt. The last matter 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 strange bar. The India rubber Lucille Ball in her mouth like some sort of gag. A man, truth could not see his face because of the angle of the photograph, was using something alike to the strange brush, only large, to hit her mom. truth could see the striptease slapping against her mom's back as the man struck her. What caught Verity's regard was the look on her mother's face. There was pain yes, but also a sort of ecstasy. Her mom had the Saame aspect on her case she got when eating her favourite expensive drinking chocolate. In some way, the annoyance seemed to be bringing her mom delight. How the heck did that work ?



trueness flicked through the picture, trying to see if there was anything in them that would explicate that look of ecstasy on her mom's fount. There was zero, well not until the last few pictures. In them the man had stopped striking, had stopped beating her mom. Instead, he was lent down, his face still hidden from the camera. His helping hand was reaching under her mom. His finger's breadth obviously rubbing at her mom's private post. Her mom's aspect had altered slightly, but only in that, the pain was going. All that was left was the ecstasy. The facial expression on her mom's human face was pure sexual pleasure. Verity could enjoin, she had seen herself in her mirror when she had touched herself in the Lapp way the man was doing to her mom. Of course, without all that whacking and manacle. That confused her, how come up her mom had looked so much like she was enjoying it ?



One affair that the exposure had shown her was what that chain with the clips was for. She could see it clearly, the magazine obviously fastened around her mom's nipple. Picking up the chemical chain she looked at the clips. Opening them was fairly promiscuous and she looked from the one clip to the photograph of her mom and then down to her own tit. What did it find like with those things on your nipples ? Obviously, her mom liked it. It seemed, from the last-place photo, that her mom enjoyed it more when they were removed. As the man reached rhythm in the photo to undo one clipping. From her mom's expression that must have triggered something, truth could imagine what. Not that she had experienced an orgasm herself. In malice of trying, as yet she had not orgasmed once.



Opening the one clip she moved it to her bouffant nipple. She sucked in a hint and held it. Then, before she could change her thinker, she set the clip around her nipple and released it. Her breathing time crack out of her in a rush as she gasped at the acutely pain. She shivered sharply, but there was another flavour. A piano hint of delight between her legs. Verity blinked, firstly to discharge the crying the pain had caused to make full her eyes. But also in stupor at the faint throb of pleasure. Sucking in a brace of breathing time she took the other clip and fastened it around her other teat. The hurting increased, making her suck her external respiration in through clenched tooth. But, the throb of delight between her legs increased. What was going on with her ? Was she like her mom, did she like painful sensation ? Quickly she glanced down at the photos wanting, needed to examine that thought.



Her mom was restrained in the picture, her feet and ankle joint cuffed to that bar. Verity realised that she could not handcuff herself up totally. But she could try a slight. The bar seemed too complicated for her to be capable to use. But, the normal cuff she could manage. Grabbing a set she was glad to see the key was in the lock. She opened the lock chamber and fastened the one cuff around her articulatio talocruralis. Clicking it closed but not too tightly. Then she held her hands behind her and fumbled for a few minute until she managed to tighten the handlock 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. Which just went to shew she had been right not to fasten up both hands and ankles. It felt strange, even though her other hand was relinquish she still felt restricted. She was not sure if she enjoyed the tone. But she kept the cuffs on her, leaving the key in the whorl so she could easily unmake them if she wanted. She needed to try out all of this now.



Picking up the affair that was obviously not a brushing she ran the strips over her thigh. They felt frigidness, knockout against her skin. She wondered what it would feel like striking her leg. Before she could over remember it she flicked them against her thigh. Not too hard, but it was enough to make her hiss at the sensation. She knew she had held back, that blow was nowhere close to as potent as the man in the photos had been striking her mom. Ok, there was no way she was going to try it that severely. He really looked like he was going full force. She drew in another hanker breath, released it slowly. Then slapped the strips hard against her thigh.



"dogshit, that hurts,"she gasped. And yet, the syncope throbbing between her legs pulsed again. So she hit her leg again, and then again. Leaving red marks on her thigh. The throb pulsed harder, she felt herself damp slightly between her thighs. A sensation she knew, from watching the school football team at practice. As well as when she watched some of her female admirer in gymnastics after school. Not that she told anyone about that. She did not desire her friends to think she was strange. Or that she was some sort of lesbian. Still the touch between her legs was skillful, as was the nuisance. She slapped the ‘ brush'against her former leg. Then reached around to copy the man in the pic. By slapping it against her backside. Sending shocks of feeling through her. Pain and pleasure together. Now she was most certainly damp, her breathing starting to come in brusque gasps. This was turning her on. Just as she was getting into a pattern she heard a racket downstairs, sounds of movement. bull, her mom was home.



"Verity, are you upstairs ?"She heard her mom margin call out. verity panicked, she could not let her mom get hold 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 sprinkle them more. Shaking her head at her stupidity she reached stave to undo the handlock, the key was not in the lock. Her eyes went wide in fear. She tried to look round to get hold it. But that nearly tipped her over again. She reached down, padding her free hand at the storey. Desperate to find the key.



"the true, are you ok ?"Her mom called, then she heard step on the steps. 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 knock it out of her compass. She tried to shuffle herself attack 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 metre had run out !



"Verity !"Her mom's shocked cry froze her in place and she slowly turned her head to look up at her mom. She stood in the threshold. Her one hired hand on the chassis, the other pulled up to her mouth. Her locution one of horror and shock.



"I'm sorry mom,"Verity said looking up at her. Angela could not reply, she was too shocked by the spate before her. What was her daughter doing ? Why did she take in Angela's play box ? The one she kept for if her Dom, Robb, wanted to represent when he came round."I was looking for my birthday 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 mammilla cartridge clip on her breasts and her one arm and leg fastened together. Nor did it explain the red marks on her branch and side of meat. Looking down at her teenage girl Angela began to acknowledge worry facts. offset verity had yet to remove the clips from her nipples. indorsement, her breathing was curtly, almost gasping. And it was more than just fear at being caught. The faint red outpouring on her face and chest showed that. Her optic were spacious and bright. Angela felt sure that if she were to reach down between Verity's second joint she would find dampness. All of which was very interesting.



"springiness me the key to those cuffs,"Angela said, in a sharp flavour. trueness nodded and held up the key. Taking it off her Angela crouched down behind trueness to undo the manacle and release her daughter. As she did she took a late breathing place in, yes there was the faint hint of arousal. verity was just like her, the pain aroused her. Angela gave a quick smile behind Verity's back. Once the cuffs were undo she stood up, as she did she grabbed the minuscule scourger Verity had obviously used on herself from where it had been dropped. Standing Angela hid the flogger behind her back.



"On your feet,"Angela ordered. Verity obeyed quickly, standing with her oral sex down. component part of that was her expecting to be in fuss. However, it was also the hone submissive perspective."So, you wanted to get your presents and you think that allows you to face through my private things ?"Angela said, trueness looked up and opened her lip to speak."No, you don't get to speak !"Angela snapped, truth's eyes went wide as her jounce at the acutely tone flashed across her human face."You don't speak unless I tell you to, nod if you understand."the true gasped slightly, then nodded."proficient fille,"Angela told her watching her daughter's reaction. Yes, there was shock at the tone Angela was using. She had never spoken to truth in such a rough smell before. But also she spotted a flash of emotion in her oculus. A New York minute Angela knew well, one that showed Verity was open to being submissive. It had been a yearn clock time since Angela had felt any dominant tendencies. At heart, she was a submissive. But had played the dominant in her past. When she was younger and still feeling out her way in the BDSM world. Now, for some reason, she wanted to be her daughter's first dominant allele experience.



"We have a situation here Verity, what am I to do to you ? You know looking around my affair is not allowed and yet here you are doing it. That requires some sort of punishment. The question is what form of punishment should I give you ?"Angela said in as tail a quality she could manage. Making herself stand as just as she could. Putting a hard formula on her face."I could just undercoat you, two week would do. No phone, no TV, no going out at all."Verity looked up at her with wide eyes.



"But,"she started to say.



"I said not to verbalize !"Angela snapped sharply. Reaching her one hand up she grabbed the chain that linked the two clips still fastened to Verity's mammilla. She pulled on it firmly, not so hard it risked ripping the cartridge clip off but enough to extend the nipples out. the true gasped in bother. But, near importantly Angela caught the rush on her daughter's cheek and the flash in her eyes that indicated that pain also caused pleasure. Angela hid her pauperism to smile. Yes, it was most certainly like mother like daughter. Angela held her grip on the chain for an additional couple of moment. Watching verity's fount as she did. Seeing the way she sucked in her breathing space, breath that shortened under the sensation. Her eyes flashed with uncontrolled arousal. Angela hid another smile as she released the chain.



"Ah yes, if you are grounded you can't go out with your Quaker for your birthday. You've been looking forward to visiting the cabaret for a while haven't you ?"Verity opened her sass to speak, then caught the look on Angela's face. Closing her mouth she instead gave a warm nod. It seemed her girl was a quick learner."It would be a shame for you to drop that. But, you do ask punishment for what you've done."Angela pretended to cerebrate about what to do. As she did she brought the flogger into view from behind her backrest. Verity's center flicked down to it and widened. For a moment her breathing stopped, when it started up again it was tighter. Oh yes, it seemed Verity was interested in that possible idea.

"There is another selection of course,"Angela said slowly. truth looked up at her with her big center. Angela ran her regard down truth's body. Past her daughter's plump chest and over her monotone stomach to her one shot thighs with the faint red marks from where the true had used the flogger on herself."The former option is for you to go over to my bed. ascent onto it and kneel to look for me to finish what you started with my flogger."Angela lifted the flogger up to brandish it slightly in front of Verity's eye. Her girl looked up at her then down to the flogger. Then glanced back towards the bed. The conflict in her eyes was obvious. The veneration of what it would mean if she wandered over to the bed. The probable infliction, against the departure of her night out. Angela saw the moment her daughter made her choice. Her heart closed for a few moments. When the opened there was a brightness to them, and a rut in them that sent a thrill through Angela. Without a word Verity turned and walked across the bedroom to the bed. As Angela watched the true reached the bed. For a moment she hesitated, then seemed to clean up her back before climbing onto the bed and kneeling as Angela had told her too.

Unable to hide her smile Angela bent down to grab the broadcaster bar, cuffs, and the blindfold. She considered the gag but left it. For the first time, it would be skilful if Verity could speak. And Angela wanted to find out her daughter cries as she punished her. Carrying the point she had chosen, along with the flogger still in her deal, she moved to the bed and dropped all the point onto the bed in total position of Verity. She heard her girl suck in a breathing spell. Angela turned her head to hide her smiling. It would not do to grant her sub see her smiling at that response. And now, that was exactly what Verity was, her sub.

"Right,"Angela said."I know I told you to be tacit but from now on in I need you to be vocal. When I ask a question you will reply, do you translate ?"Verity nodded,"Out loud Verity."Angela snapped.

"Yes mom,"Verity said quickly.

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

"Yes kept woman,"truth said in an uncertain tone.

"commodity young lady, you need to commend to suffice me clearly. Before we fully get started we need to set prescript. The primary one being that you are not to fit 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 separate me. Now, I am certain you might beg me to stop without realising what you are saying. So, we need to set a Book, a dependable word. If you say this word I will stop what I am doing instantly."Angela considered for a moment then gave a small smile."Rhubarb that will be your secure word."It was a good choice. trueness hated Rhubarb, it was the only fruit she would not eat. So it should not be hard for Verity to remember it."Do you understand me, Verity ?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And what is your safe word ?"

"rhubarb plant Mistress."

"Well done, do not block it. I will do things that will make you feel uncomfortable, I am going to penalise you for what you did. If you find you can not take it, if the penalty is too a good deal, use your condom Word. Do you realize ?"

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

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

"No, I want to do this Mistress."

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

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

"goodness girl,"Angela said letting her pridefulness show through in her words and look. Angela picked up the blindfold."metre for me to put this on. Do not occupy 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 combine, do you believe me, truth ?"Angela asked the question in as flat a tone as she could.

"Yes fancy woman,"trueness answered without any hesitation. Her blue eyes looked up at her filled with trust. The trust of a daughter of her mother and the beginning of the confidence between a Sub and their Dom. Angela again let her nerve refulgence with her pridefulness. Letting verity see it. Before wrapping the blindfold around her face and tying it behind her caput. Instantly the true's breathing tightened further.

"I am still here verity,"Angela told her, putting her hand on her spinal column."Now, lay down on your front on the bed please."Gingerly Verity did as asked. Angela moved down the bed, bringing the broadcaster bar with her. She brushed her digit down Verity. Letting her look the impinging and sleep together that she had not been left alone. At the end of the bed, Angela placed the bar below the true's feet. Reaching down she took hold of one of the true's articulatio talocruralis. She pulled it over to the end fastening on the bar and quickly fastened it around her articulatio talocruralis. She quickly took the other ankle and fastened that up. Forcing Verity's legs encompassing on the bed. Angela looked down at her daughter's spread wooden leg. At the way that position tightened her posterior and thigh. She moved back up the bed, still brushing her finger's breadth over truth's skin.

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

"Yes Mistress,"the true answered, her interpreter uncertain but clear.

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

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"Good daughter, now I need you to pass on your workforce up to grasp the slat 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 manner. Angela picked up the cuffs and curled them around one of the slats. They were made of metal, Angela had got them usage made. strong stripe of metal rather than the normal weaker and empty metal slats that normal headboards were made of. With the handcuff hooked around one metal slat, Angela fastened them to Verity's articulatio radiocarpea. Pinning her paw above her headland. Standing up she looked down at her daughter. Running her regard over her naked, exposed organic structure. Seeing how pale her skin was, how smooth. It called to the predominant part in her. She wanted to mark it, the idea that she was going to be the beginning to do so send a shiver of delight through her. In a weird way, it felt ripe that she would be the outset person to leave bull's eye 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 thicket against truth's thighs. She heard her girl's piano hiss and saw her suck in a sharp breath.

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

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

"trade good, remember if this becomes too very much what word do you say ?"

"rhubarb Mistress."

"Correct,"Angela said as she lifted the flogger up into the air. She heard Verity's breathing tighten into easy gasps. Saw her body shaking in anticipation. Angela held her world-class bump, stretching out that moment. Verity shifted, tipping her school principal to one position as if trying to hear Angela.

"fancy woman,"she began to say. Angela struck, bringing the flogger down onto Verity's left buttock. A laborious snow, not full force out, but enough to sting. the true cried out and her organic structure jolted on the bed. Angela lifted the flogger up and held it for a moment. Then brought it down onto her other cheek with rival violence. The blow incited another cry from her daughter. A sharp sound of stupor and pain. Angela's next blow landed squarely in the midsection, the fronds straddling both buttocks. Verity's cry was sharper, her organic structure shuddering with the impact.

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

"Yes Mistress, sorry I forgot. Yes, I am ok, that scathe 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 bed where Verity's cheek met her left thigh. Then she struck the thigh. Moving down she put two Sir Thomas More cilium onto the back of the thigh. Moving down so the last reversal was nearly on the backrest of her knee. Then she moved to her early thigh, starting with the scurvy shock she copied her blows on this second joint in reverse. Moving up so the last of the four blows was against the seam of her right cheek. truth gasped and cried out with each coke. Her legs jolting sharply, Angela frowned.

"You will have to learn to be still verity, but that will come with time."She said in a dissatisfied timbre. Verity did not answer."Are you still with me the true, are you ok ?"For a match of seconds there was no answer then finally Verity spoke.

"Yes, I'm still ok,"she said. Her interpreter soft, almost floaty. Angela lent over to depend at trueness's facial expression and saw that her girl was at least partially into subspace. Umm, she was so same Angela. It did not get much to put her into that state of close bliss.

"Good, only three more blows to go,"she told her. The first of these was harder than the others. Lashing the flogger down onto Verity's left buttock again. She gave a keen squeal and her trunk arched away from the blow. The s coke was across the early buttock with match force.

"ass !"Verity shouted and bucked under the blow. Angela raised her brow at that. She had never heard her daughter use obscenity like that before. For the last blow, Angela angled the strike to fall between verity's legs. At the bottomland of her rear and so the fronds would flick rhythm 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 unit bed shift slightly. Angela stood straight, the scourger at her face. Looking down at her handiwork.

trueness's ass and thigh were laced with red marks. Painting her wan tegument in the most appealing way. Angela dropped the flogger and moved forwards. Putting one human knee on the bed to steady herself she reached down to touch her daughter 's ass. Running her finger over the reddened physical body. the true lay on the bed sucking in air sharply. Her body shaking softly under Angela's have-to doe with. Angela ran her bridge player over Verity's business firm ass and down her thighs.

"Oh, baby girl your cutis is so hot. You look so beautiful with the redness on your body."Angela said in a soft phonation. Verity gave a small mew in reply.

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

"Yes, I bet you do. It hurt but that pain felt commodity, felt decently yes ?"

"Yes, Mistress it did."

"Oh my pretty baby, you are just like your mother,"Angela said, brushing her finger back up her thigh. Rubbing at the furrow between her cheek and thigh. the true gave a soft groan, not of painful sensation but this was one of pleasure. Angela slid her hand further under her thigh, rubbing at the early lips of Verity's pussycat. Her fingers touched dampness as she did."sister girl, you're aroused aren't you,"Angela said, more a statement than a question.

"Yes Mistress,"truth replied with a mix of embarrassment and jounce in her voice. Angela smiled as she continued to rub softly at truth's proscribed lips. She felt Verity moving, shifting as if she was trying to push herself against Angela's fingers. Angela lifted them away and the true gave a subconscious mew of charge. Quickly Angela moved to snap up the spreader bar and used it to flip Verity onto her back. The girl hissed as her raw skin landed on the bed. Then gave a flaccid pant as Angela pulled the blindfold off and looked her straight in the optic. Sliding her digit up the inside of Verity's leg as she did.

"You want More my little sub ?"She asked in a tonus laced with desire.

"I, I don't understand,"Verity started to say. Then stopped as Angela held her paw between her thighs. Nearly touching her puss but not still."Please, I want it Mistress,"verity said after a moment. Angela quickly pressed her fingers into the dull human body of her daughter's sex. Pushing her finger's breadth into the labia and feel just how wet she was.

"Fuck baby girl you're soaked."She gasped as she pushed her finger deeper into her chassis. Pressing one finger against the warm entrance. Then sliding it inside. Instantly it was gripped by the mingy transit as she pushed the finger into the true's body.

"Yessss,"Verity hissed and rocked into Angela's hired hand. Angela gasped at just how wet her daughter 's kitty-cat was. Along with the wanton way she was rocking against her paw. It was obvious that her daughter was not as devoid as Angela had believed. Not that it was a trouble, Angela could not babble out. Her intimate experience had started way earlier that her parents would possess ever thought reasonable. So what if her daughter was the Lapplander. With that in mind, Angela began to hump Verity with her finger's breadth. Sliding it in deep with quick thrusts. Then adding a second finger to stretch her daughter 's pussy wider. Verity groaned and pushed herself up into Angela 's hand. Angela decided to get back some dominance. She pressed her free mitt onto trueness 's stomach and pushed her down into the bed.

'' Do n't move female child, lay still and take it, '' Angela said in a acutely tincture. Using her one deal she pinned trueness onto the bed and continued to finger her.

'' Please, mistress, '' Verity begged. Trying to push into Angela 's bridge player again.

'' No, stop moving ! '' Angela snapped and pulled her fingerbreadth out of truth. The girl gave a soft sob of distress.

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

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

'' But it 's so hard. ``

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

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

'' Good girl, let 's try this again, '' Angela said sliding two fingers back into verity 's douse slit. Verity groaned and almost pushed up, but managed to hold herself still. `` good girl, '' Angela said as she began to do it her cunt hard. Thrusting both digit in as mysterious as they would go. The sound of her fingers thrusting in and out filled the air. But was soon drowned by truth 's yell of Passion of Christ. Those war cry increased as Angela made sure the hound of her palm was pressed against verity 's clit.

the true 's men clawed above her question. Gripping and then releasing the bars of the headboard repeatedly. Angela saw how her breath was coming in sharp gasp. Felt as the true fought not to travel. She could feel the stress in her daughter 's stomach as she struggled with the demand to move. Angela was merciless. Driving her fingerbreadth in and out with a punishing rhythm. Then rubbing her thumb over truth 's button. The girl cried out sharply.

'' Oh piece of ass, mom ... mistress. '' She screamed as her torso 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 finger herself to relieve the aching between her second joint. 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 watch as her daughter came, wanted to be the one to cause it. And part of her require Verity to be the one who dealt with the aching in her kitty-cat.

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

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

'' Yes I 'm so fill up mom, mistress please do n't terminate, '' verity begged wildly, losing the struggle against her need to make a motion. Her hip joint rocking slightly into Angela 's deal. Angela frowned, then thought of the perfect penalization and reward.

'' In that eccentric babe daughter, '' she said reaching up to grapple the chemical chain attached to the nipple magazine on Verity 's chest. `` seminal fluid for me, give it to me. '' She snarled as she pulled on the concatenation. Stretching verity 's pap out. Verity screamed sharply then bust into her orgasm. Her scream of pain in the ass changing to a angry shrieking of mania. Her dead body shuddering and rocking on the bed as she orgasmed. Angela pushed her daughter, fucking her surd to load out her sexual climax. Verity gasped loudly, desperately as Angela's actions worked. Pushing her coming on to stronger and good length. Until finally the true collapsed into the bed, panting hard and lying hobble. Angela slipped her digit from her pussy, lifting them up to her lips as she licked her daughter's juices from them. Watching truth's middle widen as she did so.

"My baby miss,"Angela said in a low buirdly voice."That was quite an orgasm you had there. I'm cerebration that you're not as innocent as I may have thought."truth's face flushed deeper and she half opened her oral cavity as if to deny it."I'm not angry truth, you are a beautiful young woman and have every right to delight 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 cuffs around her wrists. When she had she reached down to run her manus over Verity's cheek.

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

"Yes, it hurt but it was good. And then when you touched me I was so change by reversal on."Verity said in a slightly shocked tonicity. Angela pulled her up to hug her, then rested her capitulum on her knee.

"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 right dominant. I can work at it but if you want a proper dom I'm not it. I can arrange it, the man in the impression is my dom and he is very much an alpha-dom. In fact, I think your experience would be good. As he likes to end his scenes with sex, great sex in fact."

"Wouldn't that be unearthly, 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 have a short talking about what you've just jumped into. Then, I can arrange a merging between him and you if you want."Verity gave it a short thought then nodded with a small smile. Angela recognised that smile, knowing she had it on her side. A grinning of desire and pleasure. It meant that their relationship was changing beyond that of just mother and daughter .