Chapter 184

Riley soon adjusted to the heat and glare from the camera lighting. Shifted around until she was comfortable with her cuffed ankles so high in the air. Eileen McCorkle, with both her sons watching closely, did a marvelous job in warming Riley up, in prepping her for Baron.

Eileen used her lips, tongue and fingers gently and expertly — bringing Riley to the brink. Eileen had heeded Karla’s instructions, ‘Get her in heat, but don’t get her off. I want Baron to give her her first orgasm.”

Riley was in heat — the videographers, Karla, the cameras, all forgotten as Baron touched her for the very first time. His tongue was rough, but his touch was gentle. Not tentative, but probing, testing, tasting.

Riley felt it building and building. “Yes!”

Baron, now a well-trained veteran, took his time and kept servicing her. Riley knew without being told that Karla would have him licking her until she was begging to be fucked. Riley knew this, understood they video dynamics, and was more than willing to be used.

But knowing what was going on, being able to understand it, was one thing. Being cuffed, being essentially helpless, being unable to command that magnificent dog, was another. She felt her need growing. The small rippling climaxes from Baron’s tongue offered temporary bursts of release, but mainly served to build up her need.

After almost 15 minutes of constant stimulation, Riley heard herself plead, “Please, Karla, I’m ready for him.”

“In due time, Dear, in due time.”

Riley felt a pulsating, growing need — an intensity she’d never experienced in her life. There was that real, unquestioned physical need. But beyond that, in addition to that, was the mental and emotional state she found herself in.

It was like the physical heat had permeated the rest of her. She was simultaneously helpless and vulnerable. She had no control over Baron — on command, he could fuck her as long and as hard as he was told.

That she was so _available_ triggered an even greater hunger in Riley. She was now thrusting her hips up to meet Baron’s mouth, sobbing in need, and pleading, almost whispering, “Please Karla, please, please, please.”

“Soon, Riley, soon.”