Galatéa is has mixed feelings about Gordon. It’s too early to start a real relationship with someone new, but he’s a pleasant distraction. What she doesn’t have mixed feelings about is seeing Poz in the dungeon where he can torture her pleasantly, extracting milk from her breasts. Somehow the worst and best part of it all was confession her perversions to her therapist. 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. Excerpt: “You want your limits pushed?” asked Poz after she finished stripping in the barn. “Yes.” That was exactly what she wanted. She had talked to Vicky with some basic parameters. Galatéa didn’t know exactly what was going to happen, but she was eager to see how Poz would hurt her and then make her body sing. He nodded and circled around her once. “Lace your fingers behind your neck.” She did so. The posture raised up her breasts and she felt on display. He continued to circle her, inspecting with eyes first and then his hands. As always Poz was dressed in all black: boots, pants, t-shirt. The shirt was tight, showing off his muscles, but Galatéa felt no real attraction to him. He did what she wanted. The physical inspection of her body was supposed to be humiliating. It was and it wasn’t. Galatéa was getting used to Poz touching her and she knew that eventually she would need so much more to feel humiliated.