verity wrapped the towel around her head teacher to dry it after her shower. Walking out of the bathroom she walked towards her room. As she did she passed her mother's bedroom room access and stopped. She half ferment towards the room access. The house was soundless, her mom was out, and would not be back from work for a while. Which meant there was no one in the business firm to end her if she went snooping for her birthday present. She had less than two calendar week to go before her birthday and she still had no melodic theme what her mom was getting her. That was totally unbearable. Now she had a chance to snoop.



Moving quickly, she entered her mom's way before she could sing 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 elbow room. Past the knit white make-up table and towards the matching with child white press. If there were any present hidden in the way they would have to be in there. She padded towards it and pulled open the double threshold. Before bending down to start fishing through the clothes to try and find any signaling of her present. 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 present moment she bent over again it came undone. With a further growl, she pulled the towel off and dropped it to the floor. Before beginning a punter search for her nowadays. Soon she found a large 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 strange and caught her aid. The first affair she saw was a disastrous satin blindfold. future to that was a strange red orb with strap attached to it. Pulling both particular out she looked at them curiously. The blindfold was soft to understand, but what was with that unknown Lucille Ball and the strap. She squeezed the globe, it was made of rubber. Shrugging she put it on the floor with the blindfold then looked into the box for the other item. These made her scowl in greater muddiness. The first token was a long alloy bar with four caoutchouc basketball hoop attached to it. Two at the ends of the bar and two further in from the end. Their billet along the bar seemed to split it into four touch duration. Next to the bar were two solidification of handcuffs, the cuff section wrapped in a soft material. Below the cuffs were something that looked like a unknown thicket but with thin out slip of fabric rather than feathers. As she picked it up something slid off it. She just caught it before it fell to the storey. It was a mountain chain with two unknown snip at each end. As she had no idea what the mountain chain was for she put it on the growing pile of items by the box before checking out the strange brush. The funnies she discovered were made of leather and felt quite needlelike against her paw. The lowest thing in the box was a minuscule packet. She lifted it out, opened it and slid its contents out. What she saw made her gasp in shock.



They were photos, exposure of her mom. Naked, tied up to what looked like the strange bar. The rubber orchis in her oral fissure like some sort of gag. A man, Verity could not see his face because of the angle of the photos, was using something similar to the strange clash, only bigger, to hit her mom. the true could see the strip show slapping against her mom's back as the man struck her. What caught Verity's gaze was the spirit on her mother's face. There was pain yes, but also a sort of ecstasy. Her mom had the same look on her brass she got when eating her favourite expensive chocolate. In some way, the pain in the ass seemed to be bringing her mom pleasure. How the heck did that work ?



truth flicked through the pic, trying to see if there was anything in them that would explain that look of cristal on her mom's cheek. There was nothing, well not until the last few pictures. In them the man had stopped hitting, had stopped beating her mom. Instead, he was add down, his expression still hidden from the camera. His hand was reaching under her mom. His digit obviously rubbing at her mom's buck private stead. Her mom's construction had altered slightly, but only in that, the pain was going. All that was left was the rapture. The expression on her mom's nerve was pure sexual pleasure. Verity could tell apart, 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 come in her mom had looked so very much like she was enjoying it ?



One thing that the picture had shown her was what that chain with the snip was for. She could see it clearly, the clips obviously fastened around her mom's mammilla. Picking up the chain of mountains she looked at the time. Opening them was fairly easy and she looked from the one clip to the photos of her mom and then down to her own breasts. What did it feel like with those matter 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 cycle in the exposure to undo one clip. From her mom's formulation that must have triggered something, trueness could venture what. Not that she had experienced an orgasm herself. In spite of trying, as yet she had not orgasmed once.



Opening the one magazine she moved it to her puffy nipple. She sucked in a breathing place and held it. Then, before she could alter her mind, she set the clip around her nipple and released it. Her breath shot out of her in a upsurge as she gasped at the abrupt botheration. She shivered sharply, but there was another smell. A soft hint of pleasure between her legs. truth blinked, firstly to clear the crying the pain had caused to fill her eyes. But also in daze at the faint throb of pleasure. Sucking in a couple of breath she took the former clip and fastened it around her other tit. The pain increased, making her sucking her breathing in through clinched teeth. But, the pounding of pleasure between her legs increased. What was going on with her ? Was she like her mom, did she like pain ? Quickly she glanced down at the photos wanting, needed to test that thought.



Her mom was restrained in the photograph, her metrical unit and mortise joint cuffed to that bar. the true realised that she could not cuff herself up totally. But she could try a piffling. The bar seemed too complicated for her to be able to use. But, the normal cuffs she could manage. Grabbing a set she was glad to see the key was in the lock. She opened the lock and fastened the one turnup around her ankle. Clicking it closed but not too tightly. Then she held her manus behind her and fumbled for a few seconds until she managed to fasten 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. Which just went to prove she had been right not to fasten up both hands and ankles. It felt unusual, even though her other helping hand was resign she still felt restricted. She was not surely if she enjoyed the look. But she kept the cuffs on her, leaving the key in the whorl so she could easily undo them if she wanted. She needed to try out all of this now.



Picking up the thing that was obviously not a brush she ran the funnies over her thigh. They felt cold, grueling against her skin. She wondered what it would feel like striking her leg. Before she could over think it she flicked them against her second joint. Not too tough, but it was enough to make her snort at the hotshot. She knew she had held back, that blow was nowhere close to as strong as the man in the pic had been striking her mom. Ok, there was no way she was going to try it that difficult. He really looked like he was going full force-out. She drew in another long breath, released it slowly. Then slapped the strip show hard against her thigh.



"Crap, that hurts,"she gasped. And yet, the faint throb between her leg pulsed again. So she hit her leg again, and then again. Leaving red chump on her thigh. The pounding pulsed harder, she felt herself dull slightly between her thighs. A sense experience she knew, from watching the schooltime football squad at exercise. 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 need her friends to think she was strange. Or that she was some sorting of gay woman. Still the feeling between her legs was prissy, as was the pain. She slapped the ‘ thicket'against her former leg. Then reached around to copy the man in the photograph. By slapping it against her hind end. Sending shocks of feeling through her. pain in the neck and pleasance together. Now she was most certainly damp, her breathing starting to follow in shorter gasps. This was turning her on. Just as she was getting into a pattern she heard a dissonance downstairs, sounds of movement. crap, her mom was home.



"verity, are you upstairs ?"She heard her mom call out. verity panicked, she could not let her mom find her like this. She grabbed the photos and tried to push them back into the mailboat they had been in. But with only one hand all she did was dissipate them more. Shaking her psyche at her betise she reached round to untie the handcuff, the key was not in the lock. Her optic went wide in fear. She tried to look round to find it. But that nearly tipped her over again. She reached down, padding her free script at the floor. Desperate to find the key.



"Verity, are you ok ?"Her mom called, then she heard stride on the stairs. Her mom was coming upstairs. Panicking Sir Thomas More she fumbled wildly at the floor. Her fingers brushed over the key. She grabbed at it. Only to knock it out of her clench. She tried to scuffle herself round out to find it. She caught good deal of it in the corner of her eye. She reached for it, grabbed it, picked it up. Yes, she had it. But her time had run out !



"trueness !"Her mom's shocked cry froze her in topographic point and she slowly turned her capitulum to depend up at her mom. She stood in the doorway. Her one hired hand on the skeleton, the former pulled up to her rima oris. Her verbal expression one of repugnance and shock.



"I'm sorry mom,"Verity said looking up at her. Angela could not respond, she was too shocked by the good deal before her. What was her daughter doing ? Why did she have Angela's play box ? The one she kept for if her Dom, Robb, wanted to wager when he came round."I was looking for my birthday nowadays,"truth added, which explained what she was doing in Angela's elbow room. That did not explain why she knelt on the storey with a set of nipple clips on her breasts and her one arm and leg fastened together. Nor did it explain the red marks on her branch and side. Looking down at her teenage daughter Angela began to notice interesting facts. First Verity had yet to remove the clips from her pap. Second, her breathing was short, almost gasping. And it was more than just fearfulness at being caught. The faint red flush on her expression and breast showed that. Her eyes were wide and bright. Angela felt certain that if she were to touch down between truth's second joint she would feel dampness. All of which was very interesting.



"spring me the key to those cuffs,"Angela said, in a sharp whole tone. Verity nodded and held up the key. Taking it off her Angela crouched down behind Verity to undo the cuffs and turn her daughter. As she did she took a deep breath in, yes there was the faint trace of rousing. 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 small flogger Verity had obviously used on herself from where it had been dropped. Standing Angela hid the scourger behind her back.



"On your feet,"Angela ordered. Verity obeyed quickly, standing with her psyche down. Part of that was her expecting to be in trouble. However, it was also the gross submissive position."So, you wanted to find your presents and you think that allows you to look through my common soldier thing ?"Angela said, trueness looked up and opened her mouth to speak."No, you don't get to speak !"Angela snapped, truth's optic went wide as her shock at the discriminating shade flashed across her face."You don't speak unless I tell you to, nod if you understand."Verity gasped slightly, then nodded."near lady friend,"Angela told her watching her girl's reaction. Yes, there was cushion at the tone Angela was using. She had never spoken to Verity in such a harsh whole tone before. But also she spotted a ostentation of emotion in her optic. A flash Angela knew well, one that showed truth was open to being submissive. It had been a hanker time since Angela had felt any dominant tendencies. At heart, she was a subservient. 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 experience.



"We have a state of affairs here Verity, what am I to do to you ? You know looking around my matter is not allowed and yet here you are doing it. That requires some form of penalisation. The question is what kind of punishment should I give you ?"Angela said in as tail end a musical note she could grapple. Making herself stand as erect as she could. Putting a hard formula on her face."I could just ground you, two weeks would do. No sound, no TV, no going out at all."Verity looked up at her with wide-eyed eyes.



"But,"she started to say.



"I said not to verbalize !"Angela snapped sharply. Reaching her one hand up she grabbed the string that linked the two clips still fastened to Verity's nipples. She pulled on it firmly, not so knockout it risked ripping the clips off but enough to elongate the nipple out. Verity gasped in pain. But, most importantly Angela caught the flush on her daughter's cheek and the twinkling in her optic that indicated that infliction also caused pleasure. Angela hid her pauperization to smile. Yes, it was most certainly like mother like daughter. Angela held her hold on the chain for an extra pair of mo. Watching Verity's cheek as she did. Seeing the way she sucked in her breath, breathing spell that shortened under the sensation. Her eyes 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 admirer for your birthday. You've been looking forward to visiting the night club for a while haven't you ?"verity opened her back talk to speak, then caught the flavor on Angela's face. Closing her mouth she instead gave a quick nod. It seemed her daughter was a spry learner."It would be a pity for you to drop that. But, you do need punishment for what you've done."Angela pretended to think about what to do. As she did she brought the scourger into sight from behind her rear. 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 concern in that possible estimate.

"There is another option of course,"Angela said slowly. truth looked up at her with her big oculus. Angela ran her gaze down Verity's consistence. Past her daughter's plump breasts and over her flavourless tum to her round thighs with the faint red marks from where verity had used the flogger on herself."The other pick is for you to go over to my bed. Climb onto it and kneel to wait for me to finish what you started with my flogger."Angela lifted the flogger up to brandish it slightly in presence of truth's eye. Her daughter looked up at her then down to the scourger. Then glanced back towards the bed. The conflict in her eyes was obvious. The awe of what it would entail if she wandered over to the bed. The probable pain in the neck, against the loss of her Nox out. Angela saw the import her girl made her choice. Her centre closed for a few present moment. When the opened there was a brightness to them, and a heating plant in them that sent a shiver through Angela. Without a word trueness turned and walked across the bedroom to the bed. As Angela watched Verity reached the bed. For a moment she hesitated, then seemed to neaten her backbone before climbing onto the bed and kneel as Angela had told her too.

Unable to shroud her grinning Angela bent down to grab the spreader bar, cuffs, and the blindfold. She considered the gag but left it. For the first time, it would be bettor if truth could verbalize. And Angela wanted to see her daughter shout as she punished her. Carrying the point she had chosen, along with the scourger still in her helping hand, she moved to the bed and dropped all the token onto the bed in full view of truth. She heard her daughter suction in a breathing spell. Angela turned her read/write head to obliterate her smile. It would not do to allow her sub see her smiling at that response. And now, that was exactly what Verity was, her sub.

"right wing,"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 head you will answer, do you translate ?"Verity nodded,"Out loud Verity."Angela snapped.

"Yes mom,"Verity said quickly.

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

"Yes Mistress,"Verity said in an shy tone.

"goodness girl, you need to recall to answer me clearly. Before we fully get started we need to set rules. The primary one being that you are not to match to anything you don't want to. If I push you too far, do something you do not like or are unable to care you are to tell me. Now, I am sealed you might beg me to stop without realising what you are saying. So, we need to set a watchword, a safe word. If you say this word I will arrest what I am doing instantly."Angela considered for a here and now then gave a small smile."Rhubarb that will be your dependable word."It was a good selection. trueness hated Rhubarb, it was the only fruit she would not eat. So it should not be hard for truth to call back it."Do you realise me, Verity ?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And what is your safe Logos ?"

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"fountainhead done, do not forget it. I will do things that will wee-wee you sense uncomfortable, I am going to punish you for what you did. If you find you can not take it, if the penalty is too a good deal, use your dependable Book. Do you understand ?"

"Yes fancy woman,"the true's look was wonky. Angela could see the speck of fear in her girl's eyes.

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

"No, I want to do this Mistress."

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

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

"Good girl,"Angela said letting her pridefulness show through in her words and expression. Angela picked up the blindfold."clip for me to put this on. Do not occupy though. I will not pass on you. I am not moving from the side of the bed while you wear the blindfold. This is a matter of trustingness, do you trust me, Verity ?"Angela asked the doubtfulness in as flat a feel as she could.

"Yes kept woman,"Verity answered without any waver. Her blue eyes looked up at her filled with faith. The trustfulness of a daughter of her mother and the outset of the faith between a Sub and their Dom. Angela again let her cheek radiancy with her superbia. Letting Verity see it. Before wrapping the blindfold around her typeface and tying it behind her drumhead. Instantly Verity's breathing tightened further.

"I am still here Verity,"Angela told her, putting her helping hand on her back."Now, lay down on your battlefront on the bed please."Gingerly Verity did as asked. Angela moved down the bed, bringing the spreader bar with her. She brushed her finger down Verity. Letting her tone the striking and cognize that she had not been left alone. At the end of the bed, Angela placed the bar below Verity's invertebrate foot. Reaching down she took grip of one of Verity's mortise joint. She pulled it over to the end fastening on the bar and quickly fastened it around her mortise joint. She quickly took the other ankle and fastened that up. Forcing Verity's leg wide on the bed. Angela looked down at her daughter's spread stage. At the way that position tightened her backside and thighs. She moved back up the bed, still brushing her finger's breadth over trueness's skin.

"Are you still ok truth ?"She asked.

"Yes Mistress,"verity answered, her voice uncertain but clear.

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

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"Good girl, now I need you to reach your deal up to comprehend the slat on the headboard."Verity did so, a little tentatively until she felt the spline and then she wrapped her hands around them with a certain manner. Angela picked up the cuffs and curled them around one of the slat. They were made of metal, Angela had got them custom made. whole bars of metal rather than the normal weaker and dig metal slat that rule headboards were made of. With the cuff hooked around one metal spline, Angela fastened them to Verity's wrist. Pinning her hands above her psyche. Standing up she looked down at her daughter. Running her gaze over her naked, exposed body. Seeing how pale her pelt was, how smooth. It called to the dominant function in her. She wanted to mark it, the idea that she was going to be the first to do so send a chill of pleasure through her. In a uncanny way, it felt right that she would be the get-go somebody to give marks on her daughter's skin. Angela's breathing shortened as she looked down at truth. Then she lent down and picked up the scourger. Reaching over she let the fronds brushing against Verity's thighs. She heard her girl's soft hiss and saw her suck in a sharp breath.

"This is punishment, but it is also pleasure. This flogger is softer than it could be. So it will not be as sharp on your skin. I was going to ground you for two workweek so instead, I will give you xiv lashes."Verity gave a low mew of fear."Are you ok for me to continue ?"Angela asked making certain.

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

"trade good, recollect if this becomes too much what discussion do you say ?"

"pieplant Mistress."

"Correct,"Angela said as she lifted the scourger up into the air. She heard verity's breathing tighten into soft pant. Saw her physical structure palpitation in expectation. Angela held her showtime shock, stretching out that moment. the true shifted, tipping her headland to one incline as if trying to hear Angela.

"Mistress,"she began to say. Angela struck, bringing the flogger down onto Verity's left buttock. A voiceless blow, not wide-cut force, but enough to sting. verity cried out and her body jolted on the bed. Angela lifted the flogger up and held it for a moment. Then brought it down onto her early cheek with peer force play. The blow incited another cry from her daughter. A sharp auditory sensation of shock and infliction. Angela's adjacent blow landed squarely in the middle, the fronds straddling both derriere. truth's cry was card shark, her trunk 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."

"commodity, that was three. So there are eleven to go."With that Angela struck again. This time aiming at the line where Verity's buttock met her left thigh. Then she struck the thigh. Moving down she put two to a greater extent thong onto the rear of the second joint. Moving down so the last blow was nearly on the vertebral column of her knee. Then she moved to her other second joint, starting with the scurvy blow she copied her blows on this second joint in black eye. Moving up so the live of the four C was against the seam of her right buttock. Verity gasped and cried out with each bump. Her legs jolting sharply, Angela frowned.

"You will possess to learn to be still trueness, but that will come up with time."She said in a dissatisfied spirit. Verity did not reply."Are you still with me the true, are you ok ?"For a pair of seconds there was no response then finally Verity spoke.

"Yes, I'm still ok,"she said. Her voice soft, almost floaty. Angela lent over to seem at Verity's font and saw that her daughter was at least partially into subspace. Umm, she was so like Angela. It did not demand much to put her into that state of skinny bliss.

"trade good, only three Sir Thomas More snow to go,"she told her. The start of these was firmly than the others. Lashing the flogger down onto truth's left buttock again. She gave a precipitous squeal and her body arched away from the C. The endorsement blow was across the other cheek with equal force.

"shtup !"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 blow, Angela angled the strike to fall between Verity's legs. At the bottom of her buttocks and so the fronds would ruffle rhythm to the strawman."nookie !"Verity's cry was screamed out and she jolted hard on the bed. Her script pulling at the headboard making the whole bed shift slightly. Angela stood straight, the scourger at her incline. Looking down at her handiwork.

Verity's ass and second joint were laced with red sucker. Painting her pale skin in the most likable way. Angela dropped the flogger and moved forwards. Putting one knee on the bed to stabilize herself she reached down to touch her daughter 's ass. Running her finger's breadth over the red-faced flesh. Verity lay on the bed sucking in air sharply. Her torso shaking softly under Angela's touch. Angela ran her hands over truth's firm ass and down her thighs.

"Oh, baby girl your skin is so hot. You look so beautiful with the red on your body."Angela said in a easy voice. verity gave a little mew in reply.

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

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

"Yes, Mistress it did."

"Oh my pretty child, you are just like your mother,"Angela said, brushing her finger back up her thigh. Rubbing at the furrow between her buttock and thigh. trueness gave a balmy groan, not of nuisance but this was one of pleasure. Angela slid her hand further under her second joint, rubbing at the other lips of truth's pussycat. Her finger touched dampness as she did."Baby 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 part. Angela smiled as she continued to rub softly at verity's knocked out back talk. She felt truth moving, shifting as if she was trying to labour herself against Angela's fingers. Angela lifted them away and Verity gave a subconscious mew of complaint. Quickly Angela moved to grab the spreader bar and used it to flip verity onto her back. The daughter hissed as her sensitive cutis landed on the bed. Then gave a gentle gasp as Angela pulled the blindfold off and looked her straight in the eyes. Sliding her finger up the interior of Verity's leg as she did.

"You want to a greater extent my fiddling sub ?"She asked in a tone laced with desire.

"I, I don't understand,"Verity started to say. Then stopped as Angela held her bridge player between her thigh. Nearly touching her pussy but not silence."Please, I want it Mistress,"trueness said after a bit. Angela quickly pressed her finger into the damp flesh of her girl's sex. Pushing her finger into the labia and finger just how wet she was.

"Fuck infant girl you're soaked."She gasped as she pushed her fingers deeper into her pulp. Pressing one fingerbreadth against the warm entering. Then sliding it inside. Instantly it was gripped by the squiffy passage as she pushed the finger into truth's body.

"Yessss,"verity hissed and rocked into Angela's hand. Angela gasped at just how wet her daughter 's pussy was. Along with the wanton way she was rocking against her hand. It was obvious that her daughter was not as barren 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 sane. So what if her daughter was the same. With that in mind, Angela began to get it on trueness with her fingerbreadth. Sliding it in deeply with quick poke. 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 control. She pressed her free deal onto the true 's breadbasket and pushed her down feather into the bed.

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

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

'' No, give up moving ! '' Angela snapped and pulled her finger's breadth out of verity. The girl gave a soft sob of distress.

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

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

'' But it 's so hard. ``

'' I know but you will love it more, rely 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 swamp slit. truth groaned and almost pushed up, but managed to declare herself still. `` Good female child, '' Angela said as she began to fuck her kitty unvoiced. 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 cries of passion. Those call increased as Angela made certain the heel of her palm was pressed against Verity 's clit.

Verity 's hands clawed above her brain. Gripping and then releasing the bars of the headboard repeatedly. Angela saw how her breathing spell was coming in sharp gasp. Felt as Verity fought not to impress. She could palpate the stress in her daughter 's stomach as she struggled with the need to displace. Angela was merciless. Driving her finger's breadth in and out with a punishing rhythm. Then rubbing her pollex over Verity 's clitoris. The fille cried out sharply.

'' Oh piece of tail, mom ... mistress. '' She screamed as her organic structure shook with her desire. Angela felt that desire herself. Her pussy was soaked now. She knew when this was finished that she would ask to finger herself to relieve the aching between her thighs. Watching her daughter coming undone like this was hot. In a terrifying and arousing way. Angela had never been interested in woman before. She had always been totally full-strength. But right now she wanted to be with truth. Wanted to watch as her girl came, wanted to be the one to have it. And part of her wanted Verity to be the one who dealt with the ache in her twat.

'' Fuck, oh fuck mom I 'm, oh fuck I 'm close. '' 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 baby ? '' Angela asked Verity, who nodded in reply. `` Remember you need to enjoin me not just nod. ''

'' Yes I 'm so close mom, mistress please do n't stop, '' Verity begged wildly, losing the fight against her need to proceed. Her articulatio coxae rocking slightly into Angela 's script. Angela frowned, then thought of the sodding punishment and reward.

'' In that caseful baby female child, '' she said reaching up to transfix the chain attached to the nipple clip on Verity 's bosom. `` Come for me, generate it to me. '' She snarled as she pulled on the strand. Stretching Verity 's nipples out. the true screamed sharply then split into her sexual climax. Her scream of pain changing to a furious wow of mania. Her body shuddering and rocking on the bed as she orgasmed. Angela pushed her daughter, fucking her hard to elongate out her climax. Verity gasped loudly, desperately as Angela's actions worked. Pushing her orgasm on to unattackable and replete duration. Until finally the true collapsed into the bed, panting tough and lying limp. Angela slipped her digit from her cunt, lifting them up to her brim as she licked her daughter's juices from them. Watching Verity's eyes widen as she did so.

"My child girl,"Angela said in a low husky articulation."That was quite an orgasm you had there. I'm thinking that you're not as barren as I may suffer thought."Verity's face flushed deeper and she half opened her mouth as if to traverse it."I'm not raging Verity, you are a beautiful new woman and have every right field to savour yourself,"Angela told her quickly."And you look so pretty when you come sweetheart."As she spoke Angela moved to untie the fastening on Verity's mortise joint. Then lent up to undo the cuffs around her carpus. When she had she reached down to run her helping hand over verity's cheek.

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

"Yes, it hurt but it was thoroughly. And then when you touched me I was so turned on."Verity said in a slightly shocked tone. Angela pulled her up to hug her, then rested her headspring on her knees.

"Baby little 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 play at it but if you want a proper dom I'm not it. I can arrange it, the man in the pictures is my dom and he is very a good deal an alpha-dom. In fact, I think your experience would be proficient. As he likes to end his shot with sex, majuscule sex in fact."

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

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

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

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