A quiet retreat in the mountains. A doctor’s referral. A place for soft women to recover.
But softness doesn’t heal here.
It’s trained.
She begins to leak before anyone touches her. Her body betrays her first—then the rest follows. Voice. Control. Name.
He doesn’t shout. He doesn’t demand. He waits. Watches. And when she finally begs to be fed from his mouth, it’s not hunger. It’s worship.
The ache in her chest becomes the only truth she knows.
Praise is oxygen. Obedience, safety.
Milk is meaning.
And when he calls her “Dove,” she forgets she ever had another name.
But surrender isn’t sweet.
It’s slow. Twisting. Inevitable.
And no one tells you how to stop needing something that breaks you beautifully.
She could still walk away.
The door isn’t locked.
But her body already knows—
She’s not leaving full.
She’s staying empty.
🖤 Dark Erotic Romance
🍼 Hucow Transformation
🧠 Emotional Conditioning
🕊️ Healing Through Submission
🎗️ Soft Dom / Praise Kink
💧 Lactation Obsession / Body Worship
👁️ Voyeurism & Public Rituals
🪞 Identity Erosion & Renaming
🤍 Tender Yet Total Control
⚠️ Contains steamy scenes, adult language, and dark themes. For readers 18+