Luke’s Visit – The Private Talk

Later that evening, after dinner (where you knelt beside Dorothy’s chair and ate from her hand), Luke finally came downstairs.

He looked exhausted and angry. His eyes immediately found you — still kneeling at Dorothy’s side, your heavy DDD breasts resting on her thigh, a thin wet spot on your dress where milk had leaked.

“I want to talk to him… to her… alone,” Luke said, voice strained.

Dorothy raised an eyebrow but eventually nodded.

“Fine. Ten minutes. But remember, she is my wife. Be respectful.”

She tugged your leash gently and handed the end to Luke.

“Take her to the garden. But don’t try anything stupid.”

Luke led you outside on the leash. The moment you were far enough from the house, he stopped and turned to you. His hands were shaking.

He stared at you for a long time — at your long pink hair, your large breasts, your collar, your feminine body.

“…Is it really you?” he asked quietly.

You nodded slowly, the bell on your tongue jingling.

“Yeah… it’s me, Luke.”

He looked like he was fighting back tears.

“What the fuck happened? How did she do this to you? You were supposed to spend the summer at her house with me… and now you’re… you’re this?”

You looked down at the ground, ashamed.

“She… she broke me. Slowly. Over the whole summer. First the spanking, then the chastity, then the clothes, the dogs, her friends… and then Dominara. The surgery, the hormones, the wedding. I tried to resist at first. But after a while… I just stopped fighting.”

Luke stepped closer, voice ****.

“I can still help you. We can run. I’ll get you out of here. You don’t have to live like this — collared, with tits, drinking her piss, eating her cum… Jesus Christ, man.”

You shook your head slowly.

“It’s too late, Luke. I’m legally her wife now. I’m registered as her property in Dominara. If I run, she’ll find me. And honestly…”

You looked up at him, eyes glassy.

“I don’t think I want to run anymore. I’m hers. Completely. I need her cum. I need her to milk me. I need her to own me.”

Luke looked heartbroken.

“You’re really gone, aren’t you?”

He reached out and gently touched your pink hair, then looked down at your breasts.

“She really turned you into her perfect doll…”

You stayed silent.

Luke suddenly pulled you into a tight hug. You could feel him shaking.

“I’m so sorry I left you there alone. If I had known what she was planning…”

You hugged him back weakly, your heavy breasts pressing against his chest.

“It’s okay… This is who I am now.”

After a long moment, he let go and wiped his eyes.

“I’m staying for a week. I’ll try to talk to her. I’ll try to get you some kind of freedom. Even if it’s just… visiting rights or something.”

You gave him a small, sad smile.

“Thank you, Luke. But I don’t think she’ll ever let me go.”

Dorothy appeared at the garden entrance, watching the two of you.

“Time’s up,” she called. “Come back inside, Slutcunt.”

You crawled back to Dorothy on all fours without being told. Luke watched with pain in his eyes as you obediently returned to your wife.

Dorothy stroked your hair and kissed your forehead.

“Good girl. Did you enjoy catching up with your old friend?”

You nodded quietly.

“Yes, my love.”

Dorothy smiled and looked at Luke.

“He’ll get used to it. Eventually.”