Meeting with Mother and Lady Eleanor

A few days after the explosive confrontation with your father, Dorothy arranged a private meeting at the Voss family estate.

She dressed you carefully for the occasion: a soft, elegant white dress that hugged your full DDD breasts, the fabric thin enough to show the faint outline of your cage and the occasional wet spot where your nipples leaked. Your long bubblegum-pink hair was styled in loose waves, and your permanent pink gold collar gleamed prominently around your throat.

Dorothy kissed your forehead before leaving the house.

“Today you face the woman who gave you to me. Be good, my wife.”

The meeting took place in the grand garden overlooking the ocean. Lady Eleanor sat elegantly at a white table, looking every bit the powerful matriarch. Your mother sat beside her, visibly nervous, holding Lady Eleanor’s hand.

Dorothy led you in on a delicate silver leash attached to your collar. You walked beside her like a proper wife, though your steps were still slightly hesitant.

Your mother’s eyes widened in horror and disbelief as she saw you — the long pink hair, the massive breasts straining against the dress, the clear collar engraving, and the unmistakable feminine curves of your body.

“Oh my God…” she whispered, voice breaking. “What have I done…?”

Lady Eleanor, however, looked at you with cool approval, scanning your transformed figure.

“She’s come along nicely,” she said to Dorothy. “The breasts are excellent. The hair color suits her. You’ve done very well with your gift.”

Dorothy smiled proudly and pulled you closer.

“Slutcunt, greet your mother and your new mother-in-law properly.”

You knelt gracefully between them, lowering your head.

“Hello, Mother… Lady Eleanor.”

Your biological mother looked like she was about to cry. She reached out shakily, but stopped herself.

“I… I didn’t think it would go this far,” she whispered. “I just wanted to be with Eleanor. I thought… if I gave her my son, she would help me leave your father. I never imagined she would turn you into… this.”

Lady Eleanor gently squeezed your mother’s hand.

“You made the right choice, darling. Look at her. She’s beautiful. Obedient. And she makes my daughter very happy.”

Dorothy sat down and pulled you onto her lap possessively, one hand resting on your heavy breast.

“She lactates beautifully too,” Dorothy added, squeezing your breast lightly. A small wet spot appeared on your dress as milk leaked out. “I drink from her every morning and night. She’s the perfect wife.”

Your mother covered her mouth, tears falling freely now.

“I’m so sorry… I never wanted this for you. I thought you’d just… serve for a summer and come back.”

Dorothy laughed softly.

“Come back? No. Once I started breaking her, I knew she was meant to be mine forever. And thanks to you, I got exactly what I wanted.”

Lady Eleanor looked at you with a hint of pity mixed with satisfaction.

“You should be grateful, girl. Your mother gave you a purpose. You’re no longer just an ordinary boy. You’re the wife of one of the most powerful women in two countries.”

Your mother reached out and gently touched your pink hair, tears streaming down her face.

“Can you ever forgive me?”

You looked at her — the woman who had essentially sold you — and answered quietly, voice soft but steady:

“I belong to Dorothy now, Mother. This is who I am.”

Dorothy smiled and kissed your neck.

“Good girl.”

She then stood up, pulling you with her.

“We’re leaving. My wife needs to be milked and fucked after this emotional meeting.”

As Dorothy led you away on your leash, your mother broke down sobbing in Lady Eleanor’s arms.

Lady Eleanor simply stroked her hair and said calmly:

“You did the right thing, my love. She’s much happier now.”

Back in the car, Dorothy pulled you into her lap and gently squeezed your breasts, drinking from you while the driver took you home.

“You faced her well,” she whispered, licking milk from her lips. “I’m proud of my wife.”