trueness wrapped the towel around her foreland to dry it after her shower. Walking out of the bathroom she walked towards her room. As she did she passed her mother's chamber door and stopped. She half turned towards the threshold. The house was dumb, her mom was out, and would not be back from workplace for a piece. Which meant there was no one in the mansion to lay off her if she went snooping for her birthday present tense. She had LE than two weeks to go before her birthday and she still had no mind 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 elbow room. Flicking her gaze over her mom's king sizing bed with the weird metal frame that her mom had specifically made in the middle of the room. Past the field bloodless constitution board and towards the matching orotund white press. If there were any present hidden in the room they would deliver to be in there. She padded towards it and pulled open the double doors. 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 rumbling 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 break search for her nowadays. Soon she found a large box that looked promising. She dragged it out, dropped to her knee joint by it and lifted off the lid to look inside.



It was immediately obvious that the box did not hold any present tense. However, what it did contain was unusual and caught her aid. The commencement thing she saw was a blackened satin blindfold. Next to that was a strange red ball with shoulder strap attached to it. Pulling both particular out she looked at them curiously. The blindfold was comfortable to sympathise, but what was with that foreign testicle and the strap. She squeezed the ball, it was made of rubber. Shrugging she put it on the level with the blindfold then looked into the box for the former token. These made her frown in majuscule disarray. The first particular was a long metallic element bar with four rubber hoops attached to it. Two at the final stage of the bar and two further in from the end. Their lieu along the bar seemed to split it into four equal duration. future to the bar were two sets of handcuffs, the handlock component wrapped in a soft material. Below the handlock were something that looked like a unusual copse but with thin strips of material rather than feathers. As she picked it up something slid off it. She just caught it before it fell to the floor. It was a chain with two strange cartridge clip at each end. As she had no melodic theme what the Chain was for she put it on the growing mound of token by the box before checking out the unusual brush. The strips she discovered were made of leather and felt quite sharp against her mitt. The last matter in the box was a pocket-size packet. She lifted it out, opened it and slid its mental object out. What she saw made her gasp in shock.



They were photos, photo of her mom. Naked, tied up to what looked like the foreign bar. The rubber egg in her mouth like some sort of gag. A man, the true could not see his face because of the angle of the pic, was using something like to the strange brushing, only handsome, 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 face on her mother's face. There was pain sensation yes, but also a sort of ecstasy. Her mom had the Saami feeling on her face she got when eating her favourite expensive cocoa. In some way, the pain seemed to be bringing her mom pleasance. How the heck did that work ?



the true flicked through the exposure, trying to see if there was anything in them that would explicate that look of ecstasy on her mom's face. There was zip, well not until the finis few exposure. In them the man had stopped hitting, had stopped beating her mom. Instead, he was Lententide down, his face still hidden from the camera. His hand was reaching under her mom. His fingers obviously rubbing at her mom's buck private billet. Her mom's expression had altered slightly, but only in that, the pain sensation was going. All that was left was the raptus. The saying on her mom's expression was pure intimate pleasure. Verity could tell, 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 of action, without all that drubbing and cuffs. That confused her, how hail her mom had looked so practically like she was enjoying it ?



One thing that the photograph had shown her was what that chain with the cartridge holder was for. She could see it clearly, the time obviously fastened around her mom's nipples. Picking up the chain she looked at the snip. Opening them was fairly well-off and she looked from the one magazine to the picture of her mom and then down to her own titty. What did it palpate like with those affair on your nipples ? Obviously, her mom liked it. It seemed, from the last photo, that her mom enjoyed it more when they were removed. As the man reached rung in the exposure to untie one clipping. From her mom's expression that must have triggered something, Verity could guess what. Not that she had experienced an orgasm herself. In nastiness of trying, as yet she had not orgasmed once.



Opening the one cartridge clip she moved it to her intumescent nipple. She sucked in a breathing space and held it. Then, before she could shift her mind, she set the clip around her nipple and released it. Her breath shot out of her in a rush as she gasped at the crisp painful sensation. She shivered sharply, but there was another feel. A soft hint of pleasure between her stage. the true blinked, firstly to assoil the tears the pain had caused to take her eyes. But also in shock at the faint pounding of pleasure. Sucking in a yoke of breaths she took the former clip and fastened it around her early nipple. The bother increased, making her sucking her respiration in through clinch teeth. But, the throb of pleasure between her legs increased. What was going on with her ? Was she like her mom, did she like pain ? Quickly she glanced down at the photograph wanting, needed to test that thought.



Her mom was restrained in the photograph, her feet and ankle cuffed to that bar. Verity realised that she could not cuff herself up totally. But she could try a short. The bar seemed too complicated for her to be capable to use. But, the normal cuffs she could pull off. 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 joint. Clicking it closed but not too tightly. Then she held her hands behind her and fumbled for a few mo until she managed to secure the handlock around her wrist. Once she did she stayed still, just testing out how it felt. She pulled at the cuff, which nearly tipped her over onto her straw man. Which just went to prove she had been right not to fasten up both hands and ankles. It felt foreign, even though her former hand was give up she still felt restricted. She was not sure if she enjoyed the touch. But she kept the cuffs on her, leaving the key in the ignition lock so she could easily undo them if she wanted. She needed to try out all of this now.



Picking up the thing that was obviously not a brush she ran the strips over her thigh. They felt cold, knockout against her skin. She wondered what it would feel like striking her leg. Before she could over intend it she flicked them against her thigh. Not too surd, but it was plenty to make her hiss at the sensation. She knew she had held back, that blow was nowhere close to as strong as the man in the exposure 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 moon force. She drew in another prospicient breath, released it slowly. Then slapped the strips hard against her thigh.



"Crap, that hurts,"she gasped. And yet, the faint throbbing between her legs pulsed again. So she hit her leg again, and then again. Leaving red stain on her thigh. The throb pulsed harder, she felt herself muffle slightly between her thighs. A sensation she knew, from watching the school football squad at praxis. 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 require her friends to call back she was foreign. Or that she was some form of lesbian. Still the feeling between her peg was nice, as was the infliction. She slapped the ‘ brush'against her other leg. Then reached around to re-create the man in the photo. By slapping it against her backside. Sending shock absorber of feeling through her. painfulness and joy together. Now she was most certainly damp, her breathing starting to come in shortsighted pant. This was turning her on. Just as she was getting into a pattern she heard a noise downstairs, sounds of crusade. Crap, her mom was home.



"Verity, are you upstairs ?"She heard her mom call out. trueness panicked, she could not let her mom find her like this. She grabbed the photos and tried to press them back into the parcel they had been in. But with only one hand all she did was scatter them more. Shaking her head at her foolishness she reached cycle to unmake the cuffs, the key was not in the lock. Her eyes went blanket in fear. She tried to expect beat to regain it. But that nearly tipped her over again. She reached down, padding her relieve hired man at the level. Desperate to obtain the key.



"Verity, are you ok ?"Her mom called, then she heard footsteps on the step. Her mom was coming upstairs. Panicking Thomas More she fumbled wildly at the floor. Her fingers brushed over the key. She grabbed at it. Only to pink it out of her clutch. She tried to scuffle herself round off to incur it. She caught tidy sum of it in the corner of her eye. She reached for it, grabbed it, picked it up. Yes, she had it. But her prison term had run out !



"Verity !"Her mom's shocked cry froze her in shoes and she slowly turned her psyche to look up at her mom. She stood in the doorway. Her one paw on the frame, the other pulled up to her mouth. Her expression one of revulsion and shock.



"I'm meritless mom,"Verity said looking up at her. Angela could not respond, she was too shocked by the peck before her. What was her daughter doing ? Why did she have Angela's diddle box ? The one she kept for if her Dom, Robb, wanted to run 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 nipple clips on her breast and her one arm and leg fastened together. Nor did it explain the red fall guy on her legs and English. Looking down at her teenage girl Angela began to notice interesting facts. First Verity had yet to remove the clips from her nipples. secondment, her ventilation was short, almost gasping. And it was more than just concern at being caught. The faint red prime on her face and chest showed that. Her eyes were blanket and bright. Angela felt certain that if she were to reach down between trueness's thighs she would feel moistness. All of which was very interesting.



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



"On your foot,"Angela ordered. Verity obeyed quickly, standing with her header down. Part of that was her expecting to be in trouble. However, it was also the perfect submissive position."So, you wanted to find your presents and you think that allows you to await through my private affair ?"Angela said, Verity looked up and opened her mouth to speak."No, you don't get to verbalise !"Angela snapped, verity's eyes went all-encompassing as her electrical shock at the acuate tone flashed across her face."You don't speak unless I tell you to, nod if you understand."Verity gasped slightly, then nodded."Good female child,"Angela told her watching her daughter's reaction. Yes, there was jar at the tone Angela was using. She had never spoken to the true in such a harsh tonicity before. But also she spotted a twinkling of emotion in her optic. A flash Angela knew well, one that showed verity was open to being subservient. It had been a long meter since Angela had felt any dominant tendencies. At mettle, she was a submissive. But had played the dominant allele in her yesteryear. When she was younger and still feeling out her way in the BDSM macrocosm. Now, for some reason, she wanted to be her daughter's first dominant experience.



"We have a situation here trueness, 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 enquiry is what kind of penalty should I yield you ?"Angela said in as tush a tone she could manage. Making herself stand as upright as she could. Putting a hard expression on her brass."I could just ground you, two workweek would do. No earphone, no TV, no going out at all."Verity looked up at her with spacious eyes.



"But,"she started to say.



"I said not to verbalise !"Angela snapped sharply. Reaching her one hand up she grabbed the chain that linked the two clip still fastened to Verity's mammilla. She pulled on it firmly, not so hard it risked ripping the clip off but sufficiency to stretch the nipples out. Verity gasped in pain. But, most importantly Angela caught the outpouring on her daughter's brass and the blink of an eye in her eyes that indicated that pain also caused pleasance. Angela hid her need to smile. Yes, it was most certainly like female parent like girl. Angela held her clutches on the chain for an spear carrier dyad of secondment. Watching truth's face as she did. Seeing the way she sucked in her breathing time, breathing space 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 friends for your natal day. You've been looking forward to visiting the nightclub for a while haven't you ?"trueness opened her oral fissure to verbalize, then caught the look on Angela's face. Closing her backtalk she instead gave a fast nod. It seemed her daughter was a quickly learner."It would be a shame for you to miss that. But, you do ask punishment for what you've done."Angela pretended to intend about what to do. As she did she brought the scourger into view from behind her backrest. verity's middle flicked down to it and widened. For a moment her breathing stopped, when it started up again it was tighter. Oh yes, it seemed the true was interested in that possible musical theme.

"There is another option of row,"Angela said slowly. truth looked up at her with her big optic. Angela ran her regard down Verity's body. Past her daughter's plump breasts and over her monotonous breadbasket to her bout thighs with the faint red target from where trueness had used the flogger on herself."The former option is for you to go over to my bed. ascent onto it and kneel to wait for me to finish up what you started with my flogger."Angela lifted the flogger up to flourish it slightly in front line 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 optic was obvious. The veneration of what it would think of if she wandered over to the bed. The likely pain, against the loss of her dark out. Angela saw the consequence her girl made her selection. Her eyes closed for a few moments. When the opened there was a brightness to them, and a heat in them that sent a kick through Angela. Without a word trueness turned and walked across the sleeping accommodation to the bed. As Angela watched truth reached the bed. For a moment she hesitated, then seemed to unbend her back before climbing onto the bed and kneeling as Angela had told her too.

Unable to conceal her grin Angela bent down to grab the spreader bar, cuff, and the blindfold. She considered the gag but left it. For the first time, it would be better if Verity could verbalise. And Angela wanted to get word her girl yell as she punished her. Carrying the token she had chosen, along with the flogger still in her hand, she moved to the bed and dropped all the items onto the bed in full aspect of Verity. She heard her daughter suck in a breath. Angela turned her head to hide her smile. It would not do to admit her sub see her smiling at that reaction. And now, that was exactly what truth 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 infer ?"verity nodded,"Out gaudy Verity."Angela snapped.

"Yes mom,"truth said quickly.

"Do not forebode me mom during this metre. Call me Mistress or Ma am."Angela said.

"Yes fancy woman,"trueness said in an timid tone.

"goodness girl, you need to retrieve to do me clearly. Before we fully get started we need to set rules. The primary one being that you are not to agree to anything you don't want to. If I push you too far, do something you do not like or are ineffectual to care you are to secern me. Now, I am sealed you might beg me to block without realising what you are saying. So, we need to set a word, a safe word. If you say this word I will block what I am doing instantly."Angela considered for a moment then gave a small smile."rhubarb plant that will be your dependable word."It was a good choice. Verity hated Rhubarb, it was the alone fruit she would not eat. So it should not be surd for Verity to remember it."Do you understand me, Verity ?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And what is your condom word ?"

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"Well done, do not leave it. I will do things that will make you feel uncomfortable, I am going to penalize you for what you did. If you find you can not take it, if the penalisation is too much, use your condom Bible. Do you read ?"

"Yes schoolma'am,"the true's whole tone was shaky. Angela could see the breath of veneration in her daughter's center.

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

"No, I want to do this Mistress."

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

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

"commodity girl,"Angela said letting her pride display through in her tidings and expression. Angela picked up the blindfold."Time for me to put this on. Do not worry though. I will not pull up stakes you. I am not moving from the side of the bed while you wear the blindfold. This is a issue of confidence, do you trust me, Verity ?"Angela asked the interrogative sentence in as mat a feel as she could.

"Yes Mistress,"Verity answered without any hesitation. Her profane centre looked up at her filled with combine. The trustfulness of a girl of her mother and the beginning of the trustfulness between a Sub and their Dom. Angela again let her face shine with her pride. Letting trueness see it. Before wrapping the blindfold around her face and tying it behind her head. Instantly verity's breathing tightened further.

"I am still here Verity,"Angela told her, putting her bridge player on her rachis."Now, lay down on your social movement 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 contact lens and fuck that she had not been left alone. At the end of the bed, Angela placed the bar below trueness's metrical unit. Reaching down she took hold of one of the true's ankles. She pulled it over to the end fastening on the bar and quickly fastened it around her ankle. She quickly took the early ankle and fastened that up. Forcing trueness's legs wide-cut on the bed. Angela looked down at her daughter's spread legs. At the way that office tightened her buttocks and second joint. She moved back up the bed, still brushing her fingerbreadth over Verity's skin.

"Are you still ok Verity ?"She asked.

"Yes Mistress,"verity answered, her vocalism unsettled but clear.

"What news do you say if you need me to blockade ?"

"rhubarb plant Mistress."

"Good girl, now I need you to reach your hands up to grasp the slats 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 fashion. Angela picked up the handcuff and curled them around one of the slats. They were made of alloy, Angela had got them custom made. upstanding bars of metal rather than the normal weaker and dig metal slats that formula headboards were made of. With the handcuff hooked around one metal slat, Angela fastened them to Verity's carpus. Pinning her helping hand above her oral sex. Standing up she looked down at her daughter. Running her gaze over her naked, exposed body. Seeing how wan her skin was, how smooth. It called to the predominant part in her. She wanted to notice it, the approximation that she was going to be the first to do so charge a shake of pleasure through her. In a weird way, it felt right that she would be the first mortal to leave marks on her daughter's skin. Angela's breathing shortened as she looked down at trueness. Then she lent down and picked up the flogger. Reaching over she let the fronds brush against verity's thighs. She heard her daughter's soft hiss and saw her suck in a sharp breath.

"This is punishment, but it is also pleasure. This flogger is easygoing than it could be. So it will not be as acute on your skin. I was going to strand you for two weeks so instead, I will contribute you fourteen lashes."trueness gave a humble mew of fear."Are you ok for me to stay on ?"Angela asked making certain.

"Y, Yes schoolma'am,"the true 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 delicate gasps. Saw her body palpitation in anticipation. Angela held her first nose candy, stretching out that mo. the true shifted, tipping her head to one side as if trying to take heed Angela.

"Mistress,"she began to say. Angela struck, bringing the scourger down onto verity's left buttock. A grueling blow, not full violence, but enough to sting. the true 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 other buttock with match forcefulness. The blow incited another cry from her daughter. A sharp sound of shock and pain. Angela's following blow landed squarely in the middle, the fronds straddling both tush. Verity's cry was sharper, her body shuddering with the impact.

"Are you still ok Verity ?"Angela asked Verity 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 cheek met her left thigh. Then she struck the second joint. Moving down she put two more whip onto the book binding of the thigh. Moving down so the last blow was nearly on the backrest of her knee. Then she moved to her former thigh, starting with the low blast she copied her blows on this thigh in reverse. Moving up so the conclusion of the four snow was against the bed of her properly buttock. Verity gasped and cried out with each blast. Her legs jolting sharply, Angela frowned.

"You will have to see to be still truth, but that will come with time."She said in a dissatisfied look. Verity did not reply."Are you still with me Verity, are you ok ?"For a duet of instant there was no response then finally the true spoke.

"Yes, I'm still ok,"she said. Her voice soft, almost floaty. Angela Lententide over to see at Verity's typeface and saw that her daughter was at least partially into subspace. Umm, she was so the likes of Angela. It did not subscribe to much to put her into that state of near bliss.

"goodness, only three more blows to go,"she told her. The low of these was intemperately than the others. Lashing the flogger down onto the true's left buttock again. She gave a precipitous squeal and her body arched away from the blow. The second blow was across the former buttock with equal 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 buttocks and so the fronds would thumb round to the front."roll in the hay !"Verity's cry was screamed out and she jolted hard on the bed. Her hands pulling at the headboard making the completely bed shift slightly. Angela stood straight, the flogger at her position. Looking down at her handiwork.

Verity's ass and second joint were laced with red brand. Painting her pale skin in the most appealing way. Angela dropped the scourger and moved forwards. Putting one articulatio genus on the bed to steady herself she reached down to partake her girl 's ass. Running her fingerbreadth over the red flesh. verity lay on the bed sucking in air sharply. Her soundbox shaking softly under Angela's partake. Angela ran her hands over truth's business firm ass and down her thighs.

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

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

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

"Yes, Mistress it did."

"Oh my pretty baby, you are just like your mother,"Angela said, brushing her fingers back up her thigh. Rubbing at the seam between her buttock and second joint. Verity gave a soft moan, not of pain in the neck but this was one of joy. Angela slid her handwriting further under her second joint, rubbing at the other lips of verity's pussy. Her digit touched moistness as she did."Baby daughter, you're aroused aren't you,"Angela said, more a statement than a question.

"Yes Mistress,"the true replied with a mix of overplus and cushion in her voice. Angela smiled as she continued to rub softly at truth's out mouth. She felt Verity moving, shifting as if she was trying to push herself against Angela's fingerbreadth. 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 spinal column. The girl hissed as her sensitive pelt landed on the bed. Then gave a easygoing pant as Angela pulled the blindfold off and looked her straight in the oculus. Sliding her finger up the inside of Verity's leg as she did.

"You want more my footling sub ?"She asked in a timber laced with desire.

"I, I don't understand,"truth started to say. Then stopped as Angela held her hand between her second joint. Nearly touching her cunt but not subdued."Please, I want it schoolma'am,"Verity said after a import. Angela quickly pressed her fingers into the damp flesh of her daughter's sex. Pushing her fingers into the labia and feel just how wet she was.

"Fuck baby daughter you're soaked."She gasped as she pushed her fingerbreadth deeper into her flesh. Pressing one finger against the warm up ingress. Then sliding it inside. Instantly it was gripped by the mingy passage as she pushed the digit into trueness's body.

"Yessss,"Verity hissed and rocked into Angela's manus. Angela gasped at just how wet her daughter 's pussy was. Along with the wanton way she was rocking against her handwriting. It was obvious that her daughter was not as innocent as Angela had believed. Not that it was a job, Angela could not talk. Her sexual experience had started way earlier that her parents would take in ever thought reasonable. So what if her daughter was the Lapp. With that in judgment, Angela began to have it off verity with her finger. Sliding it in recondite with spry thrusting. Then adding a back digit to unfold her daughter 's pussycat wider. Verity groaned and pushed herself up into Angela 's hand. Angela decided to get back some controller. She pressed her free deal onto Verity 's stomach and pushed her down into the bed.

'' Do n't incite female child, lay still and adopt it, '' Angela said in a sharp smell. Using her one hired hand she pinned Verity onto the bed and continued to finger her.

'' Please, fancy woman, '' Verity begged. Trying to push into Angela 's deal again.

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

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

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

'' But it 's so knockout. ``

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

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

'' Good girl, let 's try this again, '' Angela said sliding two fingers back into verity 's drenched pussy. Verity groaned and almost pushed up, but managed to hold herself still. `` Good girl, '' Angela said as she began to have sex her kitty-cat hard. Thrusting both finger in as deep as they would go. The speech sound of her fingers thrusting in and out filled the air. But was soon drowned by Verity 's shout of passion. Those call increased as Angela made for certain the blackguard of her palm was pressed against Verity 's clit.

the true 's hands clawed above her foreland. Gripping and then releasing the Browning automatic rifle of the headboard repeatedly. Angela saw how her breathing spell was coming in incisive gasps. Felt as Verity fought not to move. She could feel the tensity in her daughter 's abdomen as she struggled with the pauperization to move. Angela was merciless. Driving her digit in and out with a punishing rhythm method. Then rubbing her thumb over Verity 's clit. The girl cried out sharply.

'' Oh fuck, mom ... fancy woman. '' She screamed as her consistence 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 ease the ache between her thigh. Watching her daughter coming undone like this was hot. In a terrifying and arousing manner. Angela had never been matter to in womanhood before. She had always been totally straight. But right now she wanted to be with truth. Wanted to watch as her girl came, wanted to be the one to cause it. And part of her wanted truth to be the one who dealt with the ache in her slit.

'' nooky, oh fuck mom I 'm, oh fucking I 'm tightlipped. '' Verity moaned loudly. Angela had never heard her daughter use words 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 Verity, who nodded in response. `` Remember you need to tell me not just nod. ''

'' Yes I 'm so close mom, mistress please do n't stop, '' Verity begged wildly, losing the battle against her need to move. Her articulatio coxae rocking slightly into Angela 's helping hand. Angela frowned, then view of the staring punishment and reward.

'' In that case child girl, '' she said reaching up to grip the chain attached to the nipple cartridge clip on the true 's breasts. `` semen for me, give it to me. '' She snarled as she pulled on the chemical chain. Stretching truth 's pap out. Verity screamed sharply then burst into her orgasm. Her sidesplitter of pain changing to a wild thigh-slapper of passion. Her body shuddering and rocking on the bed as she orgasmed. Angela pushed her daughter, fucking her hard to stretch out out her sexual climax. Verity gasped loudly, desperately as Angela's actions worked. Pushing her orgasm on to stronger and R. Buckminster Fuller 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 lip as she licked her daughter's juices from them. Watching Verity's eyes widen as she did so.

"My baby girl,"Angela said in a low gruff voice."That was quite an orgasm you had there. I'm thinking that you're not as inexperienced person as I may have thought."Verity's typeface flushed deeper and she one-half opened her lip as if to deny it."I'm not angry Verity, you are a beautiful young woman and have every right to enjoy yourself,"Angela told her quickly."And you look so pretty when you come sweetheart."As she spoke Angela moved to undo the attachment on Verity's ankles. Then lent up to undo the manacle around her articulatio radiocarpea. When she had she reached down to run her hand over Verity's cheek.

"Are you still ok baby girl ?"She asked softly, the true 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 tone of voice. Angela pulled her up to hug her, then rested her top dog on her genu.

"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 proper dominant allele. 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 lot an alpha-dom. In fact, I think your experience would be good. As he likes to end his panorama with sex, enceinte sex in fact."

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

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

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

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