Galatéa is hurting from her loss. The only way she knows of to deal with the emotional pain is through physical pain. As much pain as she can stand, and then some more. A lot of pain administered by a professional who knew what to do with the excess milk in her breasts. Milk she wanted gone and milk that grounded her to her life.

 

How dangerous could a professional dungeon be to a young woman on her own? How dangerous could it be to meet another man and expose herself?

 

This is a 10,000 word erotic novella that contains explicit sex and sexual descriptions of erotic lactation. It focuses on explicit sex, erotic lactation, adult nursing relationships, risky sex, BDSM, complicated sexual relationships, and other sexually explicit themes and language that not all members of the public will enjoy.

 

All characters are 18 or older.

 

Originally published in five parts under the title Lost Milk.

 

Excerpt:

 

The wooden planks of the barn floor scratched at her feet. She was afraid of getting splinters and it occurred to her that was a stupid thing to be worried about considering what she was going to be doing shortly.

 

Maybe.

 

If she didn't run away.

 

"You want to be restrained." It was less of a question and more of a statement. 

 

Galatéa nodded. In the process of undressing she had pulled free the hair tie that kept her black, curly hair in a neat ponytail. Her long hair now fell down to nearly the tops of her breasts, giving her some measure of protection.

 

Poz pointed at the floor between two large, heavy, thick upright wooden beams with a variety of iron bolts and hooks driven into the timbers. There was no hiding her body as she walked across the floor to him.