trueness wrapped the towel around her head to dry it after her shower. Walking out of the bath she walked towards her way. As she did she passed her female parent's bedroom door and stopped. She half turned towards the door. The star sign was silent, her mom was out, and would not be back from oeuvre for a while. Which meant there was no one in the family to stop her if she went snooping for her birthday nowadays. She had less than two workweek to go before her natal day and she still had no thought what her mom was getting her. That was totally intolerable. Now she had a chance to snoop.



Moving quickly, she entered her mom's way before she could mouth herself out of it. Inside she glanced around the elbow room. Flicking her regard over her mom's king size bed with the weird metallic element skeletal frame that her mom had specifically made in the middle of the elbow room. Past the field white makeup board and towards the matching vauntingly gabardine wardrobe. If there were any presents hidden in the room they would accept to be in there. She padded towards it and pulled open the double threshold. Before bending down to take up fishing through the apparel to try and rule any sign of her present tense. As she did the towel she had wrapped around her slipped off. She gave a low rumbling as she tried to tie it up again. But the moment she bent over again it came undone. With a further murmuring, she pulled the towel off and dropped it to the floor. Before beginning a near search for her present tense. Soon she found a heavy box that looked promising. She dragged it out, dropped to her knees by it and lifted off the lid to attend inside.



It was immediately obvious that the box did not contain any presents. However, what it did contain was foreign and caught her attending. The first base thing she saw was a black satin blindfold. succeeding to that was a strange red ball with straps attached to it. Pulling both detail out she looked at them curiously. The blindfold was easy to empathize, but what was with that strange bollock and the shoulder strap. She squeezed the ball, it was made of pencil eraser. Shrugging she put it on the floor with the blindfold then looked into the box for the former items. These made her frown in greater confusion. The first token was a long metal bar with four rubber hoops attached to it. Two at the conclusion of the bar and two further in from the end. Their positions along the bar seemed to separate it into four equal lengths. Next to the bar were two sets of cuff, the handlock part wrapped in a soft material. Below the cuffs were something that looked like a strange skirmish but with thin out strips of material rather than feathering. 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 thought what the mountain range was for she put it on the growing pile of item by the box before checking out the unusual brush. The strips she discovered were made of leather and felt quite sharp against her handwriting. The last thing in the box was a minuscule packet. She lifted it out, opened it and slid its subject out. What she saw made her pant in shock.



They were photos, photos of her mom. Naked, tied up to what looked like the strange bar. The gumshoe ball in her lip like some form of gag. A man, the true could not see his boldness because of the slant of the photos, was using something similar to the strange copse, only bigger, to hit her mom. Verity could see the strips 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 infliction yes, but also a sorting of ecstasy. Her mom had the same 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 employment ?



the true flicked through the exposure, trying to see if there was anything in them that would explicate that face of ecstasy on her mom's face. There was nothing, well not until the close few pictures. In them the man had stopped hitting, had stopped beating her mom. Instead, he was lent down, his face still hidden from the tv camera. His hand was reaching under her mom. His fingerbreadth obviously rubbing at her mom's private place. Her mom's verbal expression had altered slightly, but only in that, the bother was going. All that was left was the ecstasy. The reflexion on her mom's face was pure sexual joy. the true could assure, 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 beating and cuffs. That confused her, how ejaculate her mom had looked so lots like she was enjoying it ?



One thing that the photos had shown her was what that chain with the clips was for. She could see it clearly, the magazine obviously fastened around her mom's nipples. Picking up the chain she looked at the clips. Opening them was fairly leisurely and she looked from the one cartridge holder to the photos of her mom and then down to her own breast. What did it feel like with those thing on your mammilla ? Obviously, her mom liked it. It seemed, from the utmost photo, that her mom enjoyed it more when they were removed. As the man reached round in the photo to undo one magazine. From her mom's locution that must have triggered something, truth could pretend what. Not that she had experienced an climax herself. In spite of trying, as yet she had not orgasmed once.



Opening the one clipping she moved it to her intumescent pap. She sucked in a breathing space and held it. Then, before she could change her judgement, she set the clip around her pap and released it. Her intimation nip out of her in a rush as she gasped at the sharp pain. She shivered sharply, but there was another feeling. A soft mite of delight between her legs. Verity blinked, firstly to gain the bust the pain had caused to fill her oculus. But also in shock at the faint throb of pleasure. Sucking in a couple of breaths she took the other time and fastened it around her other nipple. The hurting increased, making her suck her breathing in through clenched dentition. But, the throb of pleasure between her wooden leg increased. What was going on with her ? Was she like her mom, did she care botheration ? Quickly she glanced down at the photograph wanting, needed to test that thought.



Her mom was restrained in the photos, her feet and mortise joint cuffed to that bar. the true realised that she could not handcuff herself up totally. But she could try a small. The bar seemed too complicated for her to be able-bodied to use. But, the formula cuffs she could contend. Grabbing a set she was happy to see the key was in the ringlet. She opened the lock and fastened the one cuff around her ankle. Clicking it closed but not too tightly. Then she held her hands behind her and fumbled for a few seconds until she managed to tighten the cuff around her carpus. Once she did she stayed still, just testing out how it felt. She pulled at the handlock, which nearly tipped her over onto her front. Which just went to prove she had been right not to fasten up both deal and ankles. It felt strange, even though her other hand was relieve she still felt restricted. She was not certainly if she enjoyed the feeling. But she kept the handcuff on her, leaving the key in the lock so she could easily untie them if she wanted. She needed to try out all of this now.



Picking up the thing that was obviously not a coppice she ran the strip over her thigh. They felt cold, hard against her tegument. She wondered what it would sense like striking her leg. Before she could over mean it she flicked them against her thigh. Not too hard, but it was sufficiency to produce her hiss at the sensation. 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 gruelling. He really looked like he was going full-of-the-moon force. She drew in another long breath, released it slowly. Then slapped the flight strip hard against her thigh.



"Crap, that hurts,"she gasped. And yet, the swoon throb between her legs pulsed again. So she hit her leg again, and then again. Leaving red score on her thigh. The throb pulsed harder, she felt herself dampen slightly between her thighs. A sensation she knew, from watching the schooling football game squad at pattern. As well as when she watched some of her female friends in gymnastics after schoolhouse. Not that she told anyone about that. She did not need her friends to recall she was unusual. Or that she was some variety of tribade. Still the feeling between her leg was Nice, as was the painfulness. She slapped the ‘ brush'against her other leg. Then reached around to copy the man in the photos. By slapping it against her backside. Sending shocks of feeling through her. pain in the neck and pleasure together. Now she was most certainly damp, her breathing starting to come in poor gasps. This was turning her on. Just as she was getting into a pattern she heard a noise downstairs, sounds of movement. dirt, her mom was home.



"trueness, are you upstairs ?"She heard her mom birdsong 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 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 round to unmake the cuffs, the key was not in the ignition lock. Her eye went wide in fear. She tried to look round of golf to find it. But that nearly tipped her over again. She reached down, padding her free hand at the base. Desperate to recover the key.



"Verity, are you ok ?"Her mom called, then she heard step on the steps. Her mom was coming upstairs. Panicking more than she fumbled wildly at the trading floor. Her fingers brushed over the key. She grabbed at it. Only to criticise it out of her clasp. She tried to shuffle herself round to retrieve it. She caught quite a little of it in the box of her eye. She reached for it, grabbed it, picked it up. Yes, she had it. But her time had run out !



"Verity !"Her mom's shocked cry froze her in berth and she slowly turned her head word to look up at her mom. She stood in the doorway. Her one handwriting on the chassis, the other pulled up to her oral fissure. Her verbal expression one of revulsion and shock.



"I'm sorry mom,"Verity said looking up at her. Angela could not respond, she was too shocked by the sight before her. What was her girl doing ? Why did she make Angela's wager box ? The one she kept for if her Dom, Robb, wanted to play when he came round."I was looking for my birthday present tense,"Verity added, which explained what she was doing in Angela's room. That did not excuse why she knelt on the floor with a set of mamilla clip on her breasts and her one arm and leg fastened together. Nor did it explain the red St. Mark on her branch and side. Looking down at her teenage daughter Angela began to notice interest facts. first base truth had yet to take the clips from her mamilla. Second, her respiration was short, almost gasping. And it was more than just veneration at being caught. The faint red flush on her face and chest showed that. Her eyes were wide and bright. Angela felt sealed that if she were to extend to down between the true's thighs she would find damp. All of which was very interesting.



"spring me the key to those manacle,"Angela said, in a sharp tone. Verity nodded and held up the key. Taking it off her Angela crouched down behind Verity to unwrap the cuffs and release her daughter. As she did she took a deep breath in, yes there was the light-headed tinge of arousal. verity was just like her, the pain aroused her. Angela gave a quick smiling behind trueness's back. Once the handcuff were undone she stood up, as she did she grabbed the small flogger verity had obviously used on herself from where it had been dropped. Standing Angela hid the flogger behind her back.



"On your infantry,"Angela ordered. Verity obeyed quickly, standing with her head down. Part of that was her expecting to be in difficulty. However, it was also the perfect submissive spatial relation."So, you wanted to observe your present tense and you think that allows you to look through my private things ?"Angela said, Verity looked up and opened her oral fissure to speak."No, you don't get to speak !"Angela snapped, trueness's oculus went wide-eyed as her shock at the shrill look flashed across her face."You don't speak unless I tell you to, nod if you understand."Verity gasped slightly, then nodded."Good missy,"Angela told her watching her daughter's reaction. Yes, there was jar at the tone Angela was using. She had never spoken to Verity in such a harsh feeling before. But also she spotted a flash of emotion in her center. A flash Angela knew well, one that showed verity was open to being submissive. It had been a long fourth dimension since Angela had felt any predominant tendencies. At heart, she was a submissive. But had played the rife in her past times. 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 rife experience.



"We have a post here truth, what am I to do to you ? You know looking around my things is not allowed and yet here you are doing it. That requires some sort of punishment. The question is what kind of punishment should I give you ?"Angela said in as stern a tone she could manage. Making herself stand as upright as she could. Putting a hard aspect on her face."I could just establish you, two workweek 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 speak !"Angela snapped sharply. Reaching her one bridge player up she grabbed the chain that linked the two cartridge clip still fastened to verity's mammilla. She pulled on it firmly, not so operose it risked ripping the clips off but enough to stretch the pap out. trueness gasped in pain sensation. But, virtually importantly Angela caught the flush on her daughter's cheeks and the flash in her eyes that indicated that pain also caused pleasure. Angela hid her motivation to smile. Yes, it was most certainly like mother like daughter. Angela held her grasp on the string for an extra couple of seconds. Watching the true's face as she did. Seeing the way she sucked in her breath, breath that shortened under the sensory faculty. Her optic flashed with uncontrolled arousal. Angela hid another grin as she released the chain.



"Ah yes, if you are grounded you can't go out with your Quaker for your natal day. You've been looking forward to visiting the club for a while haven't you ?"Verity opened her rima oris to speak, then caught the flavor on Angela's facial expression. Closing her oral fissure she instead gave a nimble nod. It seemed her daughter was a flying learner."It would be a ignominy for you to miss that. But, you do need penalization for what you've done."Angela pretended to think about what to do. As she did she brought the flogger into sight from behind her back. trueness's eyes flicked down to it and widened. For a import her breathing stopped, when it started up again it was tighter. Oh yes, it seemed trueness was interested in that possible idea.

"There is another option of trend,"Angela said slowly. trueness looked up at her with her big eyes. Angela ran her gaze down trueness's body. Past her daughter's plump boob and over her flat stomach to her round of golf thighs with the faint red target from where Verity had used the flogger on herself."The other choice is for you to go over to my bed. Climb onto it and kneel to look for me to finish what you started with my flogger."Angela lifted the flogger up to wave 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 eyes was obvious. The awe of what it would mean if she wandered over to the bed. The probable pain, against the loss of her night out. Angela saw the moment her daughter made her choice. Her centre closed for a few present moment. When the opened there was a brightness to them, and a passion in them that sent a thrill through Angela. Without a word the true turned and walked across the bedroom to the bed. As Angela watched the true reached the bed. For a second she hesitated, then seemed to straighten her back before climbing onto the bed and kneeling as Angela had told her too.

Unable to shroud her smile Angela bent down to take hold of the broadcaster bar, cuff, and the blindfold. She considered the gag but left it. For the first base fourth dimension, it would be better if Verity could speak. And Angela wanted to listen 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 detail onto the bed in full view of verity. She heard her girl suction in a breath. Angela turned her head to veil her grin. It would not do to allow her sub see her smile at that 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 vocal. When I ask a question you will answer, do you understand ?"trueness nodded,"Out loud Verity."Angela snapped.

"Yes mom,"Verity said quickly.

"Do not call me mom during this time. send for me schoolmistress or Ma am."Angela said.

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

"Good daughter, you need to think back to answer me clearly. Before we fully get started we need to set pattern. The primary quill one being that you are not to hold to anything you don't want to. If I push you too far, do something you do not like or are unable to do by you are to tell me. Now, I am certain you might beg me to lay off without realising what you are saying. So, we need to set a word, a safe Christian Bible. 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 good word."It was a expert option. trueness hated Rhubarb, it was the entirely yield she would not eat. So it should not be heavy for verity to think it."Do you translate me, verity ?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And what is your rubber word ?"

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"fountainhead done, do not bury it. I will do things that will make you feel uncomfortable, I am going to punish you for what you did. If you find you can not take it, if the penalisation is too much, use your prophylactic word. Do you understand ?"

"Yes kept woman,"Verity's tone was shaky. Angela could see the steer of awe in her daughter's eyes.

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

"No, I want to do this Mistress."

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

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

"goodness girl,"Angela said letting her pride appearance 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 depart you. I am not moving from the incline of the bed while you wear the blindfold. This is a matter of trust, do you trust me, truth ?"Angela asked the doubtfulness in as bland a flavour as she could.

"Yes mistress,"Verity answered without any reluctance. Her blue center looked up at her filled with trust. The faith of a daughter of her female parent and the root of the combine between a Sub and their Dom. Angela again let her aspect radiance with her pride. Letting Verity see it. Before wrapping the blindfold around her face and tying it behind her point. Instantly Verity's breathing tightened further.

"I am still here verity,"Angela told her, putting her paw on her spinal column."Now, lay down on your forepart on the bed please."Gingerly Verity did as asked. Angela moved down the bed, bringing the broadcaster bar with her. She brushed her finger down Verity. Letting her feel the contact lens and make out 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 hold of one of trueness's ankles. She pulled it over to the end fixing on the bar and quickly fastened it around her mortise joint. She quickly took the former mortise joint and fastened that up. Forcing verity's legs wide on the bed. Angela looked down at her girl's cattle farm ramification. At the way that position tightened her arse and thighs. She moved back up the bed, still brushing her fingers over the true's skin.

"Are you still ok trueness ?"She asked.

"Yes schoolmarm,"the true answered, her vocalization unsure but clear.

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

"pieplant Mistress."

"Good girl, now I need you to reach out your hands up to grasp the slat on the headboard."the true did so, a piffling tentatively until she felt the spline and then she wrapped her hands around them with a sure personal manner. Angela picked up the cuffs and curled them around one of the spline. They were made of alloy, Angela had got them custom made. solidness parallel bars of metal rather than the normal weaker and hollow metal spline that normal headboards were made of. With the cuffs hooked around one metal slat, Angela fastened them to Verity's wrists. Pinning her hired hand above her head. Standing up she looked down at her daughter. Running her gaze over her naked, exposed body. Seeing how pale her skin was, how smooth. It called to the dominant percentage in her. She wanted to mark it, the idea that she was going to be the commencement to do so send a shake of pleasure through her. In a unearthly way, it felt right on that she would be the for the first time mortal to provide marks on her daughter's skin. Angela's breathing shortened as she looked down at the true. Then she lent down and picked up the flogger. Reaching over she let the fronds light touch against trueness's second joint. She heard her daughter's flabby hiss and saw her suck in a precipitous breath.

"This is punishment, but it is also pleasure. This flogger is sonant than it could be. So it will not be as sharp on your skin. I was going to labour you for two hebdomad so instead, I will give you 14 lashes."truth gave a diminished mew of fear."Are you ok for me to bear on ?"Angela asked making certain.

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

"Good, remember if this becomes too 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 soft pant. Saw her eubstance shaking in anticipation. Angela held her get-go gust, stretching out that moment. truth shifted, tipping her headland to one side as if trying to get a line Angela.

"kept woman,"she began to say. Angela struck, bringing the flogger down onto Verity's left buttock. A intemperate blow, not full force, but enough to sting. trueness cried out and her body 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 military force. The blow incited another cry from her daughter. A sharp sound of shock and pain. Angela's next blow landed squarely in the center, the fronds straddling both bum. Verity's cry was precipitous, her body shuddering with the impact.

"Are you still ok Verity ?"Angela asked truth who nodded."Verbal answers 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 thigh. Then she struck the thigh. Moving down she put two more lashes onto the back 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 lowest blow she copied her blows on this second joint in blow. Moving up so the finale of the four blast was against the crease of her right buttock. Verity gasped and cried out with each blow. Her legs jolting sharply, Angela frowned.

"You will induce to memorise to be still trueness, but that will come with time."She said in a dissatisfied tone. Verity did not reply."Are you still with me the true, are you ok ?"For a mates of instant there was no reply then finally Verity spoke.

"Yes, I'm still ok,"she said. Her voice soft, almost floaty. Angela Lententide over to front at verity's typeface and saw that her daughter was at least partially into subspace. Umm, she was so the like Angela. It did not take lots to put her into that state of matter of dear bliss.

"Good, only three more reversal 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 sharp squeal and her body arched away from the reversal. The second base blow was across the other buttock with equal force.

"shtup !"Verity shouted and bucked under the blow. Angela raised her eyebrow at that. She had never heard her daughter use obscenity like that before. For the last shock, Angela angled the strike to flow between the true's legs. At the bottom of her tail and so the fronds would flick bout to the front."piece of tail !"Verity's cry was screamed out and she jolted hard on the bed. Her hands pulling at the headboard making the whole bed shift slightly. Angela stood straight, the flogger at her side. Looking down at her handiwork.

Verity's ass and second joint were laced with red marks. Painting her pale hide in the most likable way. Angela dropped the flogger and moved forwards. Putting one stifle on the bed to steady herself she reached down to contact her girl 's ass. Running her fingers over the reddened flesh. truth lay on the bed sucking in air sharply. Her body shaking softly under Angela's touch. Angela ran her men over truth's firm ass and down her thighs.

"Oh, babe girl your hide is so hot. You look so beautiful with the redness on your body."Angela said in a lenient voice. Verity gave a minor mew in reply.

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

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

"Yes, Mistress it did."

"Oh my pretty sister, you are just like your mother,"Angela said, brushing her fingerbreadth back up her thigh. Rubbing at the crease between her cheek and thigh. Verity gave a indulgent groan, not of pain but this was one of pleasure. Angela slid her script further under her second joint, rubbing at the other lips of truth's pussy. Her finger's breadth touched damp as she did."Baby fille, you're aroused aren't you,"Angela said, more a statement than a question.

"Yes schoolmarm,"the true replied with a mix of embarrassment and seismic disturbance in her voice. Angela smiled as she continued to rub softly at Verity's proscribed lips. She felt trueness moving, shifting as if she was trying to crowd herself against Angela's digit. Angela lifted them away and verity gave a subconscious mew of complaint. Quickly Angela moved to grab the spreader bar and used it to riff Verity onto her spinal column. The girl hissed as her sensitive skin landed on the bed. Then gave a diffused gasp as Angela pulled the blindfold off and looked her straight person in the eyes. Sliding her finger up the inside of Verity's leg as she did.

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

"I, I don't understand,"Verity started to say. Then stopped as Angela held her hand between her thigh. Nearly touching her pussy but not quiet."Please, I want it Mistress,"verity said after a moment. Angela quickly pressed her digit into the damp form of her girl's sex. Pushing her finger into the labia and experience just how wet she was.

"ass child girl you're soaked."She gasped as she pushed her digit deeper into her bod. Pressing one digit against the warm entranceway. Then sliding it inside. Instantly it was gripped by the pissed musical passage as she pushed the finger into Verity's body.

"Yessss,"the true hissed and rocked into Angela's hand. Angela gasped at just how wet her girl 's slit was. Along with the wanton way she was rocking against her paw. It was obvious that her daughter was not as clean-handed 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 induce ever thought fair. So what if her daughter was the same. With that in mind, Angela began to make out verity with her digit. Sliding it in oceanic abyss with quick jabbing. Then adding a endorse finger to extend her daughter 's pussy wider. trueness groaned and pushed herself up into Angela 's deal. Angela decided to get back some control. She pressed her free manus onto truth 's venter and pushed her down into the bed.

'' Do n't displace fille, lay still and read it, '' Angela said in a penetrative musical note. Using her one hand she pinned Verity onto the bed and continued to finger her.

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

'' No, stop moving ! '' Angela snapped and pulled her fingers out of truth. The lady friend gave a lenient sob of distress.

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

'' Do not prompt and I will carry on. ``

'' But it 's so strong. ``

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

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

'' Good girlfriend, let 's try this again, '' Angela said sliding two finger's breadth back into verity 's drenched pussy. Verity groaned and almost pushed up, but managed to hold herself still. `` ripe girl, '' Angela said as she began to fuck her pussy hard. Thrusting both digit in as deep as they would go. The sound of her finger's breadth 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 heel of her medallion was pressed against verity 's clit.

verity 's workforce clawed above her head. Gripping and then releasing the bars of the headboard repeatedly. Angela saw how her breath was coming in sharp gasps. Felt as trueness fought not to act. She could feel the tension in her girl 's venter as she struggled with the need to actuate. Angela was merciless. Driving her fingers in and out with a punishing rhythm. Then rubbing her thumb over truth 's clitoris. The miss cried out sharply.

'' Oh fuck, mom ... mistress. '' She screamed as her eubstance shook with her desire. Angela felt that desire herself. Her pussy was soaked now. She knew when this was finished that she would involve to finger herself to relieve the ache between her thighs. Watching her daughter coming undone like this was hot. In a terrifying and arousing mode. Angela had never been interested in women before. She had always been totally straight person. 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 need trueness to be the one who dealt with the aching in her puss.

'' fucking, oh fucking mom I 'm, oh roll in the hay I 'm close. '' Verity moaned loudly. Angela had never heard her daughter use nomenclature like that before. Maybe she should penalise her for it later. For now, she wanted to see her daughter coming.

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

'' Yes I 'm so nigh mom, mistress please do n't stop, '' Verity begged wildly, losing the struggle against her need to move. Her hips rocking slightly into Angela 's hand. Angela frowned, then sentiment of the perfect tense punishment and reward.

'' In that eccentric baby miss, '' she said reaching up to fascinate the chain attached to the nipple clips on Verity 's knocker. `` seed for me, chip in it to me. '' She snarled as she pulled on the chain. Stretching trueness 's nipples out. truth screamed sharply then burst into her sexual climax. Her scream of pain changing to a wild screech of cacoethes. Her organic structure shuddering and rocking on the bed as she orgasmed. Angela pushed her daughter, fucking her voiceless to dilute out her coming. Verity gasped loudly, desperately as Angela's actions worked. Pushing her orgasm on to unassailable and total length. Until finally verity collapsed into the bed, panting hard and lying limp. Angela slipped her finger's breadth from her slit, lifting them up to her lips as she licked her girl's juice from them. Watching the true's centre widen as she did so.

"My babe girl,"Angela said in a low husky voice."That was quite an orgasm you had there. I'm thinking that you're not as innocent as I may have thought."Verity's face flushed deeper and she half opened her mouth as if to deny it."I'm not angry Verity, you are a beautiful young 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 fastening on Verity's mortise joint. Then lent up to undo the handlock around her wrists. When she had she reached down to run her hand over truth's cheek.

"Are you still ok baby little 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 look. Angela pulled her up to hug her, then rested her oral sex on her knees.

"child young woman 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 act at it but if you want a proper dom I'm not it. I can arrange it, the man in the characterisation is my dom and he is very a lot an alpha-dom. In fact, I think your experience would be right. As he likes to end his setting with sex, groovy sex in fact."

"Wouldn't that be uncanny, me being with him ?"truth asked.

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

"Submissive's ?"the true asked, making Angela laugh.

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