Verity wrapped the towel around her head to dry it after her exhibitor. Walking out of the bathroom she walked towards her room. As she did she passed her mother's bedroom doorway and stopped. She half turned towards the door. The family was still, her mom was out, and would not be back from piece of work for a patch. Which meant there was no one in the planetary house to check her if she went snooping for her birthday present. She had less than two week 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 probability to snoop.



Moving quickly, she entered her mom's room before she could talk herself out of it. Inside she glanced around the room. Flicking her gaze over her mom's king size of it bed with the weird metal soma that her mom had specifically made in the middle of the room. Past the knit gabardine makeup mesa and towards the matching large ovalbumin closet. If there were any present hidden in the room they would have to be in there. She padded towards it and pulled open the double doorway. Before bending down to start fishing through the apparel to try and find any sign of her presents. As she did the towel she had wrapped around her slipped off. She gave a low grumble as she tried to tie it up again. But the moment she bent over again it came undone. With a further croak, she pulled the towel off and dropped it to the floor. Before beginning a intimately hunting for her presents. Soon she found a prominent 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 presents. However, what it did contain was strange and caught her attention. The first thing she saw was a black satin blindfold. Next to that was a strange red Ball with shoulder strap attached to it. Pulling both items out she looked at them curiously. The blindfold was easy to understand, but what was with that strange clump and the straps. She squeezed the ball, it was made of rubber. Shrugging she put it on the floor with the blindfold then looked into the box for the other point. These made her scowl in greater confusion. The first-class honours degree point was a long metallic element bar with four safe hoops attached to it. Two at the ends of the bar and two further in from the end. Their perspective along the bar seemed to split it into four equalize length. following to the bar were two sets of handcuffs, the cuff part wrapped in a soft fabric. Below the cuff were something that looked like a strange brush but with sparse strips of material rather than feather. As she picked it up something slid off it. She just caught it before it fell to the level. It was a Sir Ernst Boris Chain with two unknown clips at each end. As she had no idea what the chain was for she put it on the growing pile of particular by the box before checking out the strange brush. The strips she discovered were made of leather and felt quite crisp against her hand. The conclusion thing in the box was a small packet. She lifted it out, opened it and slid its contentedness out. What she saw made her gasp in shock.



They were photos, photo of her mom. Naked, tied up to what looked like the strange bar. The safe clod in her sass like some sort of gag. A man, Verity could not see his case because of the angle of the photos, was using something interchangeable to the strange clash, only bragging, to hit her mom. truth could see the strip slapping against her mom's back as the man struck her. What caught truth's gaze was the smell on her mother's face. There was pain yes, but also a kind of ecstasy. Her mom had the same feeling on her facial expression she got when eating her favorite expensive coffee. In some way, the infliction seemed to be bringing her mom pleasure. How the heck did that work ?



Verity flicked through the photos, trying to see if there was anything in them that would explicate that look of exaltation on her mom's face. There was zero, well not until the last few depiction. In them the man had stopped hitting, had stopped beating her mom. Instead, he was contribute down, his face still hidden from the photographic camera. His script was reaching under her mom. His fingers obviously rubbing at her mom's secret place. Her mom's expression had altered slightly, but only in that, the nuisance was going. All that was left was the ecstasy. The expression on her mom's aspect was gross intimate joy. the true 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 cuff. That confused her, how come her mom had looked so much like she was enjoying it ?



One affair that the photograph had shown her was what that range of mountains with the magazine was for. She could see it clearly, the clips obviously fastened around her mom's nipples. Picking up the chain she looked at the time. Opening them was fairly easy and she looked from the one time to the photograph of her mom and then down to her own breasts. What did it feel like with those things on your nipples ? Obviously, her mom liked it. It seemed, from the go exposure, that her mom enjoyed it more when they were removed. As the man reached beat in the photo to undo one clip. From her mom's expression that must consume triggered something, verity could guess what. Not that she had experienced an orgasm herself. In spite of trying, as yet she had not orgasmed once.



Opening the one snip she moved it to her gusty teat. She sucked in a breathing place and held it. Then, before she could vary her brain, she set the clip around her nipple and released it. Her breath scene out of her in a rush as she gasped at the crisp infliction. She shivered sharply, but there was another impression. A subdued hint of pleasure between her legs. Verity blinked, firstly to sack up the rent the painful sensation had caused to make full her eyes. But also in daze at the faint throb of delight. Sucking in a couple of breathing space she took the other time and fastened it around her other nipple. The pain in the neck increased, making her suck her breathing in through clinch 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 picture, her foot and ankle cuffed to that bar. Verity realised that she could not cuff herself up totally. But she could try a piddling. The bar seemed too complicated for her to be capable to use. But, the pattern cuffs she could pull off. Grabbing a set she was gladiolus to see the key was in the lock. She opened the lock and fastened the one cuff around her articulatio talocruralis. Clicking it closed but not too tightly. Then she held her work force behind her and fumbled for a few seconds until she managed to tighten the handcuff around her articulatio radiocarpea. Once she did she stayed still, just testing out how it felt. She pulled at the handlock, which nearly tipped her over onto her figurehead. Which just went to try she had been right not to fasten up both hands and ankles. It felt foreign, even though her former hand was free she still felt restricted. She was not sure if she enjoyed the tone. But she kept the handcuff on her, leaving the key in the lock so she could easily undo them if she wanted. She needed to try out all of this now.



Picking up the affair that was obviously not a brush she ran the cartoon strip over her thigh. They felt insensate, hard against her skin. She wondered what it would feel like striking her leg. Before she could over opine it she flicked them against her thigh. Not too hard, but it was enough to take a crap her hiss at the whiz. She knew she had held back, that blow was nowhere close to as strong as the man in the photo had been striking her mom. Ok, there was no way she was going to try it that severe. He really looked like he was going full phase of the moon force out. She drew in another long breathing space, released it slowly. Then slapped the landing strip hard against her thigh.



"dirt, 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 marks on her thigh. The throbbing pulsed harder, she felt herself wash slightly between her second joint. A sensation she knew, from watching the school football team at practice session. As well as when she watched some of her female acquaintance in gymnastics after school. Not that she told anyone about that. She did not need her Quaker to think she was strange. Or that she was some sort of lesbian. Still the feeling between her legs was nice, as was the pain in the ass. She slapped the ‘ thicket'against her other leg. Then reached around to copy the man in the photos. By slapping it against her tush. Sending shocks of feeling through her. Pain and pleasure together. Now she was most certainly damp, her breathing starting to come in forgetful pant. This was turning her on. Just as she was getting into a shape she heard a noise downstairs, sounds of apparent motion. Crap, her mom was home.



"truth, are you upstairs ?"She heard her mom outcry out. Verity panicked, she could not let her mom encounter her like this. She grabbed the photos and tried to fight them back into the packet they had been in. But with only one hand all she did was scatter them more. Shaking her fountainhead at her stupidity she reached turn to undo the cuffs, the key was not in the lock. Her centre went spacious in fear. She tried to expect round to incur it. But that nearly tipped her over again. She reached down, padding her free hand at the floor. Desperate to recover the key.



"trueness, are you ok ?"Her mom called, then she heard footstep on the step. Her mom was coming upstairs. Panicking more she fumbled wildly at the floor. Her fingers brushed over the key. She grabbed at it. Only to knock it out of her grasp. She tried to shamble herself polish to find it. She caught wad of it in the corner of her eye. She reached for it, grabbed it, picked it up. Yes, she had it. But her clock time had run out !



"Verity !"Her mom's shocked cry froze her in place and she slowly turned her chief to await up at her mom. She stood in the doorway. Her one handwriting on the frame, the other pulled up to her oral fissure. Her expression one of repugnance and shock.



"I'm sorry mom,"trueness said looking up at her. Angela could not reply, she was too shocked by the sight before her. What was her daughter doing ? Why did she suffer Angela's play box ? The one she kept for if her Dom, Robb, wanted to play when he came unit of ammunition."I was looking for my birthday present,"trueness 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 pap clips on her breasts and her one arm and leg fastened together. Nor did it explicate the red marks on her stage and face. Looking down at her teenage daughter Angela began to notice interesting facts. get-go Verity had yet to remove the clip from her nipples. Second, her breathing was curt, almost gasping. And it was more than just fear at being caught. The faint red flush on her face and chest showed that. Her optic were wide and bright. Angela felt certain that if she were to pass down between trueness's thigh she would sense damp. All of which was very interesting.



"Give 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 handlock and let go of her daughter. As she did she took a cryptic breath in, yes there was the faint pinch of arousal. Verity was just like her, the pain in the neck aroused her. Angela gave a quick smiling behind the true's back. Once the cuffs were ruined she stood up, as she did she grabbed the little flogger the true had obviously used on herself from where it had been dropped. Standing Angela hid the scourger behind her back.



"On your metrical unit,"Angela ordered. trueness obeyed quickly, standing with her drumhead down. Part of that was her expecting to be in trouble. However, it was also the perfect subservient position."So, you wanted to find your presents and you think that allows you to take care through my private things ?"Angela said, Verity looked up and opened her mouth to utter."No, you don't get to speak !"Angela snapped, Verity's eyes went wide as her impact at the penetrating feeling flashed across her face."You don't speak unless I tell you to, nod if you understand."Verity gasped slightly, then nodded."Good little girl,"Angela told her watching her daughter's response. Yes, there was jar at the tonicity Angela was using. She had never spoken to Verity in such a abrasive tincture before. But also she spotted a flashgun of emotion in her eyes. A ostentation Angela knew well, one that showed verity was clear to being submissive. It had been a long time since Angela had felt any predominant propensity. At heart, she was a submissive. But had played the dominant in her past. When she was younger and still feeling out her way in the BDSM Earth. Now, for some rationality, she wanted to be her daughter's first dominant experience.



"We have a situation here Verity, 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 penalisation. The question is what variety of penalty should I feed you ?"Angela said in as stern a tone she could pull off. Making herself stand as just as she could. Putting a arduous look on her face."I could just cranch you, two calendar week would do. No phone, no TV, no going out at all."truth looked up at her with wide eyes.



"But,"she started to say.



"I said not to speak !"Angela snapped sharply. Reaching her one deal up she grabbed the chain that linked the two clips still fastened to truth's nipples. She pulled on it firmly, not so hard it risked ripping the clips off but adequate to adulterate the pap out. Verity gasped in pain. But, most importantly Angela caught the flush on her daughter's cheeks and the New York minute in her eyes that indicated that pain also caused pleasance. Angela hid her need to smile. Yes, it was most certainly like mother like girl. Angela held her clutches on the chemical chain for an surplus couple of bit. Watching Verity's fount as she did. Seeing the way she sucked in her breathing time, intimation that shortened under the sensation. Her center 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 booster for your birthday. You've been looking forward to visiting the nightclub for a while haven't you ?"the true opened her mouth to utter, then caught the look on Angela's face. Closing her mouth she instead gave a quick nod. It seemed her daughter was a flying learner."It would be a ignominy for you to miss that. But, you do need punishment for what you've done."Angela pretended to intend about what to do. As she did she brought the flogger into view from behind her back. trueness's eyes flicked down to it and widened. For a minute her breathing stopped, when it started up again it was tighter. Oh yes, it seemed Verity was matter to in that possible idea.

"There is another option of form,"Angela said slowly. Verity looked up at her with her big optic. Angela ran her gaze down verity's physical structure. Past her daughter's plump breasts and over her flat stomach to her circle thighs with the faint red marks from where Verity had used the flogger on herself."The former option is for you to go over to my bed. Climb onto it and kneel to wait for me to finish up what you started with my flogger."Angela lifted the flogger up to brandish it slightly in figurehead of verity's center. Her daughter looked up at her then down to the flogger. Then glanced back towards the bed. The conflict in her heart was obvious. The reverence of what it would have in mind if she wandered over to the bed. The probable pain, against the going of her Nox out. Angela saw the moment her girl made her choice. Her center closed for a few import. When the opened there was a brightness to them, and a heat in them that sent a thrill through Angela. Without a news Verity turned and walked across the bedroom to the bed. As Angela watched Verity reached the bed. For a here and now she hesitated, then seemed to straighten her back before climbing onto the bed and kneeling as Angela had told her too.

Unable to hide her grin Angela bent down to grab the spreader bar, cuff, and the blindfold. She considered the gag but left it. For the first off sentence, it would be better if trueness could speak. And Angela wanted to see her daughter watchword as she punished her. Carrying the detail she had chosen, along with the flogger still in her paw, she moved to the bed and dropped all the item onto the bed in broad opinion of Verity. She heard her girl suck in a breathing spell. Angela turned her promontory to hide her smile. It would not do to permit her sub see her smile at that response. And now, that was exactly what Verity was, her sub.

"Right,"Angela said."I know I told you to be understood but from now on in I need you to be vocal. When I ask a question you will answer, do you translate ?"the true nodded,"Out trashy Verity."Angela snapped.

"Yes mom,"trueness said quickly.

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

"Yes schoolmistress,"the true said in an shy tone.

"trade good missy, you need to think back to answer 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 unable to treat you are to tell apart me. Now, I am sealed you might beg me to lay off without realising what you are saying. So, we need to set a Holy Writ, a secure Book. If you say this word I will stop what I am doing instantly."Angela considered for a moment then gave a lowly smiling."Rhubarb that will be your safe word."It was a good choice. trueness hated rhubarb, it was the only fruit she would not eat. So it should not be hard for truth to remember it."Do you interpret me, Verity ?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And what is your safe word ?"

"Rhubarb Mistress."

"Well done, do not forget it. I will do affair 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 punishment is too often, use your safe word. Do you understand ?"

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

"If you feel like you can not do this distinguish 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 penalize me, Mistress."trueness stammered over the Logos but managed to say them clearly.

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

"Yes schoolma'am,"trueness answered without any waver. Her blue optic looked up at her filled with trust. The corporate trust of a daughter of her female parent and the beginning of the trust between a Sub and their Dom. Angela again let her grimace shine with her pride. Letting Verity 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 truth,"Angela told her, putting her hand on her back."Now, lay down on your front on the bed please."Gingerly Verity did as asked. Angela moved down the bed, bringing the spreader bar with her. She brushed her finger's breadth down the true. Letting her feel the contact and love that she had not been left alone. At the end of the bed, Angela placed the bar below Verity's fundament. Reaching down she took hold of one of the true's mortise joint. She pulled it over to the end fastening on the bar and quickly fastened it around her articulatio talocruralis. She quickly took the other ankle joint and fastened that up. Forcing trueness's legs wide on the bed. Angela looked down at her daughter's spread wooden leg. At the way that status tightened her buttocks and second joint. She moved back up the bed, still brushing her digit over trueness's skin.

"Are you still ok Verity ?"She asked.

"Yes schoolmistress,"Verity answered, her vocalization uncertain but clear.

"What word do you say if you need me to quit ?"

"rhubarb plant Mistress."

"Good young lady, now I need you to get to your hands up to apprehend the spline on the headboard."trueness did so, a little tentatively until she felt the slats and then she wrapped her hands around them with a certain manner. Angela picked up the handcuff and curled them around one of the slats. They were made of metal, Angela had got them impost made. Solid Browning automatic rifle of alloy rather than the normal weaker and empty alloy slats that normal headboards were made of. With the cuffs hooked around one metal spline, Angela fastened them to Verity's wrists. Pinning her hired hand above her head. Standing up she looked down at her girl. Running her gaze over her raw, exposed trunk. Seeing how pale her hide was, how smooth. It called to the dominant part in her. She wanted to mark it, the thought that she was going to be the first to do so charge a shiver of pleasure through her. In a eldritch way, it felt proper that she would be the showtime person to lead St. Mark on her daughter's skin. Angela's breathing shortened as she looked down at Verity. Then she lent down and picked up the scourger. Reaching over she let the fronds brush against the true's thighs. She heard her daughter's lenient hiss and saw her suck in a acuate breath.

"This is penalty, but it is also delight. This flogger is flaccid than it could be. So it will not be as acutely on your skin. I was going to ground you for two week so instead, I will contribute you fourteen lashes."Verity gave a diminished mew of fear."Are you ok for me to proceed ?"Angela asked making certain.

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

"Good, call up 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 gasps. Saw her body shaking in anticipation. Angela held her first gust, stretching out that here and now. trueness shifted, tipping her head teacher to one side as if trying to discover Angela.

"Mistress,"she began to say. Angela struck, bringing the flogger down onto Verity's left buttock. A strong reversal, not full strength, but enough to sting. Verity cried out and her consistency jolted on the bed. Angela lifted the flogger up and held it for a moment. Then brought it down onto her other buttock with equal force. The blow incited another cry from her daughter. A sharp strait of shock and pain. Angela's next blow landed squarely in the midriff, the fronds straddling both rear. Verity's cry was sharpy, her trunk shuddering with the impact.

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

"Yes schoolma'am, 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 seam where verity's buttock met her left thigh. Then she struck the thigh. Moving down she put two Sir Thomas More lashes onto the back of the thigh. Moving down so the concluding shock was nearly on the vertebral column of her articulatio genus. Then she moved to her other second joint, starting with the depleted blow she copied her blows on this thigh in reverse. Moving up so the last of the four blows was against the crease of her right cheek. truth gasped and cried out with each snow. Her pegleg jolting sharply, Angela frowned.

"You will let to learn to be still verity, but that will come with time."She said in a disgruntled tone. verity did not reply."Are you still with me Verity, are you ok ?"For a duet of seconds there was no answer then finally Verity spoke.

"Yes, I'm still ok,"she said. Her representative soft, almost floaty. Angela Lententide over to take care at Verity's face and saw that her daughter was at to the lowest degree partially into subspace. Umm, she was so like Angela. It did not take often to put her into that state of come on bliss.

"Good, only three Sir Thomas More blows to go,"she told her. The first of these was laborious than the others. Lashing the flogger down onto the true's left buttock again. She gave a acute squeal and her body arched away from the blow. The irregular blow was across the former cheek with peer force.

"nooky !"Verity shouted and bucked under the reversal. Angela raised her eyebrows at that. She had never heard her daughter use obscenity like that before. For the close blow, Angela angled the strike to fall between truth's legs. At the rump of her buttocks and so the fronds would leaf round to the front."FUCK !"trueness's cry was screamed out and she jolted hard on the bed. Her manus pulling at the headboard making the whole bed duty period slightly. Angela stood straight, the flogger at her side. Looking down at her handiwork.

Verity's ass and thighs were laced with red marks. Painting her pale peel in the most appealing way. Angela dropped the flogger and moved forwards. Putting one knee on the bed to brace herself she reached down to tinge her daughter 's ass. Running her fingers over the reddened human body. verity lay on the bed sucking in air sharply. Her dead body shaking softly under Angela's bear on. Angela ran her custody over the true's firm ass and down her thighs.

"Oh, baby girl your hide is so hot. You look so beautiful with the redness on your body."Angela said in a soft 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 in the ass felt good, felt right yes ?"

"Yes, fancy woman it did."

"Oh my pretty baby, you are just like your mother,"Angela said, brushing her finger back up her thigh. Rubbing at the line between her buttock and second joint. Verity gave a easygoing groan, not of pain but this was one of pleasure. Angela slid her hand further under her thigh, rubbing at the other lips of Verity's puss. Her digit touched damp as she did."babe girl, you're aroused aren't you,"Angela said, more a statement than a question.

"Yes schoolma'am,"trueness replied with a mix of embarrassment and shock in her voice. Angela smiled as she continued to rub softly at verity's extinct lips. She felt verity moving, shifting as if she was trying to advertize herself against Angela's fingers. Angela lifted them away and truth gave a subconscious mew of charge. Quickly Angela moved to snaffle the spreader bar and used it to flip Verity onto her back. The daughter hissed as her sensitive pelt landed on the bed. Then gave a sonant gasp as Angela pulled the blindfold off and looked her straight in the eyes. Sliding her digit up the inside of verity's leg as she did.

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

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

"Fuck baby girl you're soaked."She gasped as she pushed her fingers deeper into her anatomy. Pressing one digit against the warmly entering. Then sliding it inside. Instantly it was gripped by the tight passage as she pushed the digit into the true's body.

"Yessss,"trueness hissed and rocked into Angela's hand. Angela gasped at just how wet her daughter 's twat was. Along with the wanton way she was rocking against her hand. It was obvious that her daughter was not as innocent as Angela had believed. Not that it was a problem, Angela could not spill the beans. Her sexual experience had started way earlier that her parents would experience ever thought fairish. So what if her daughter was the same. With that in intellect, Angela began to do it Verity with her finger. Sliding it in mystifying with quick thrusts. Then adding a second gear finger to stretch her daughter 's twat wider. Verity groaned and pushed herself up into Angela 's hand. Angela decided to get back some control. She pressed her free hand onto Verity 's stomach and pushed her down into the bed.

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

'' Please, mistress, '' truth begged. Trying to labour into Angela 's hand again.

'' No, contain moving ! '' Angela snapped and pulled her finger's breadth out of the true. The miss gave a indulgent sob of distress.

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

'' Do not make a motion and I will extend. ``

'' But it 's so hard. ``

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

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

'' Good girl, let 's try this again, '' Angela said sliding two finger's breadth back into the true 's imbrue pussy. Verity groaned and almost pushed up, but managed to oblige herself still. `` expert miss, '' Angela said as she began to fuck her twat hard. Thrusting both fingers in as deeply as they would go. The sound of her digit thrusting in and out filled the air. But was soon drowned by Verity 's cries of warmth. Those yell increased as Angela made for certain the heel of her palm was pressed against truth 's clit.

Verity 's custody clawed above her head. Gripping and then releasing the Browning automatic rifle of the headboard repeatedly. Angela saw how her intimation was coming in sharp gasp. Felt as trueness fought not to impress. She could sense the tension in her daughter 's stomach as she struggled with the need to act. Angela was merciless. Driving her fingers in and out with a punishing calendar method of birth control. Then rubbing her thumb over Verity 's clit. The lady friend cried out sharply.

'' Oh piece of tail, mom ... mistress. '' She screamed as her consistency 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 feel herself to free the aching between her thighs. Watching her daughter coming undone like this was hot. In a terrifying and arousing style. Angela had never been interested in fair sex before. She had always been totally directly. But right now she wanted to be with Verity. Wanted to watch as her girl came, wanted to be the one to stimulate it. And character of her treasured verity to be the one who dealt with the ache in her slit.

'' Fuck, oh screw mom I 'm, oh fucking I 'm ending. '' verity moaned loudly. Angela had never heard her girl 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 truth, who nodded in reply. `` Remember you need to evidence me not just nod. ''

'' Yes I 'm so ending mom, schoolmarm please do n't lay off, '' Verity begged wildly, losing the conflict against her need to move. Her hips rocking slightly into Angela 's hand. Angela frowned, then thought of the sodding punishment and reward.

'' In that case child girl, '' she said reaching up to fascinate the chain of mountains attached to the nipple clips on truth 's tit. `` semen for me, apply it to me. '' She snarled as she pulled on the chain. Stretching Verity 's nipples out. trueness screamed sharply then explode into her coming. Her wow of pain changing to a barbarian scream of heat. Her body shuddering and rocking on the bed as she orgasmed. Angela pushed her girl, fucking her hard to stretch out her orgasm. trueness gasped loudly, desperately as Angela's actions worked. Pushing her sexual climax on to unassailable and fuller lengths. Until finally Verity collapsed into the bed, panting heavy and lying limp. Angela slipped her digit from her kitty, lifting them up to her sass as she licked her daughter's succus from them. Watching the true's eyes widen as she did so.

"My baby lady friend,"Angela said in a low husky articulation."That was quite an orgasm you had there. I'm mentation that you're not as sinless as I may suffer thought."trueness's look flushed deeper and she half opened her mouthpiece as if to deny it."I'm not furious truth, you are a beautiful young cleaning woman and have every right to love yourself,"Angela told her quickly."And you look so pretty when you come sweetheart."As she spoke Angela moved to unwrap the fastening on Verity's mortise joint. Then lent up to untie the cuffs around her carpus. When she had she reached down to run her hired man over Verity's cheek.

"Are you still ok babe girl ?"She asked softly, Verity nodded softly.

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

"Baby miss you are so like me. And if you want me to do that to you again I will. However, I am not a proper dominant. I can play at it but if you want a right dom I'm not it. I can arrange it, the man in the pictures is my dom and he is very much an alpha-dom. In fact, I think your experience would be good. As he likes to end his scenes with sex, keen sex in fact."

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

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

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

"I think we need to feature a suddenly talk about what you've just jumped into. Then, I can coiffe a meeting between him and you if you want."trueness gave it a shortsighted idea then nodded with a small smile. Angela recognised that smile, knowing she had it on her nerve. A smiling of desire and pleasure. It meant that their relationship was changing beyond that of just mother and daughter .