The Regression Study: Littlespace, Soft Surrender, and Caregiver and Little: An ABDL Age Regression Erotica Story (The Regression Program Book 2)

Minus four hundred and twelve dollars. That was the number that made Brielle say yes.Three months behind on rent. One funding rejection away from losing the program, the apartment, and the entire future she had bet everything on. So when the email arrived - eleven hundred dollars a week, four weeks, fully residential, a quiet study of sleep and stress - Brielle did not read the eleven-page contract. She skimmed two pages, told herself the money was all that mattered, and signed her name on the long blank line at the bottom.She should have read page seven.The regression protocol.The man who runs the wing is called Dr. Voss, and he does not look at Brielle the way men usually look at her. He does not flirt. He watches. He records. He keeps her the way a careful scientist keeps an instrument he intends to learn the exact pitch of. No phone past intake. No partial enrollment. No early withdrawal if she wants the stipend to stay payable. You will do exactly as I say.The room is always cold - kept that way on purpose, she will learn. The doors seal from the inside with a soft pneumatic hiss, the sound of a place locked against the outside world. And one corridor at a time, one initialed clause at a time, the harmless study Brielle thought she understood becomes something else entirely: a slow, clinical unmaking of the composed, capable woman who walked in the door.She tells herself she can hold the line. She tells herself she is only acting, only enduring, only counting down the days to forty-four hundred dollars and freedom. Then the readings start coming back wet and bright on his screen - her own body testifying against her in real time, prettier on his charts than she has ever looked on any chart she made for herself. And the warmth in his voice when she finally gives him a good reading lands harder than any touch in that cold little room.The terrible part is not that he takes her apart on schedule, by protocol, with notes.The terrible part is how badly she begins to want it. How fast I can withstand this melts into tell me what I am and I will say it out loud. How four weeks turns out to be exactly long enough to forget the woman she was the day she signed.Inside this book:• A cold, possessive lead researcher who treats surrender as data• Strict diaper protocols, clinical control, and total dependency• A slow-burn descent into age play - filthy, tender, and merciless• A heroine undone by her own readings and the man holding the wandThis is dark, explicit, adult-only ABDL erotica - caregiver control, strict diaper protocols, forced dependency, and the long, helpless surrender of a woman who was certain she knew herself.I write surrender for readers who like to be taken apart and put back together softer than they started. I write caregiver control, total dependency, and the slow unmaking of someone who thought they were untouchable. I keep my face to myself and my stories anything but.One-click, sign the line, and let Dr. Voss establish your baseline. Read more