AI art by Lola Kitty for her blog post today.

Today is Lola Kitty’s birthday. She posts on her blog: the cosmic subby. Her post today was a birthday fantasy which I expanded upon according to my interpretation of her original work. No idea, if she’ll like it or even read it but it was and is well-meant.

He went inside the room where he knew she waited.

Three years.

There were three years of chats, emails, texts, phone calls, and, lastly, video calls between them. They had done things together that went beyond simple fantasy stories, but it was still not the same as in person. It was still not actual touching, caressing, spanking, and everything else.

To be honest, he’d been shocked when she’d finally agreed to meet.  Later on, he learned a lot of it had to do with her birthday and a fantasy she’d held onto for a long time.  He was going to fulfill it tonight.

Kitten’s body tensed as she heard him enter.  

She was kneeling as he had requested. The collar she wore was one they had picked out together, and the leash was nearby, waiting for him to use it.

“Hello, Kitten.” His rich voice caressed her ear and her pussy all at the same time.

“Hello, Sir.” She replied and felt the joy of saying aloud to him in his presence.  There was so much more weight to it.  The title flooded her pussy with so much moisture that she was afraid it would start to drip down her thighs.

She wore a short black nightgown with only a tiny thong under it.  She had also let him choose for her without her being able to object.  He’d dressed her completely, and it felt so erotic to wear what she was told to wear.

He gently placed his hand on the back of her neck and turned her to face him. She didn’t resist at all, and her dark brown eyes drank him in with a terrible thirst.

“Are you wet, Kitten?” He asked.

She squirmed slightly.  “You know that I am, Sir.” She chided a little.

“Say it.” His voice firms up, and he sees her shiver.

“I’m wet for you, Sir.” She whispers in a choked voice.

“Did you enjoy having to say that?” He asks as his hand caresses her back.

“Mmm…yes, Sir.  I…I… enjoyed more being commanded to say it.” She confesses, and it pleases him for her to open up more.

He put aside the special roses he’d brought and the red wine. They would be used later tonight.

“Such a pretty leash for such a lovely kitten.” He picks it up, and her eyes can’t look away.  “Beg me to leash you, Kitty.”

Her eyes pleaded with him not to do this to her.  His eyebrow raises.

“Please,  please, leash me, Sir?  Please?” Her heart is in her look now.

“Good girl.” He murmured as he leaned down and clicked it on the collar’s ring.

She felt more naked than she thought possible as he forced her to speak as he wished twice now.  It didn’t feel fair.  It wasn’t fair!  But she didn’t want fair.  She wanted to be topped, Dommed, dominated, and it was happening.

The collar tugged at her as he pulled up hard on the leash.  She had to obey, rising or losing the ability to breathe.  She rose.

“Come.” He said the one word and then turned away to walk into the other room, the leash growing more taut as she didn’t catch up.

Kitten hurried to follow him, and she knew what was in the other room.  They had planned this for months.  She ruefully thought she had no one to blame but herself for where she was now and what she was feeling.  It had been a shock to her system to have him be so…commanding in person.  

“Down.” He told her.

She went down on all fours at his one word and felt the pang of obedience and submission flood her.

He noted she was trembling a little now as he closed the restraints, keeping her from wriggling too much.  Her lovely ass now bent tight into the curve he wanted.

“What have we here?” He slowly slid the hem of the nightgown up.

Kitten whimpered softly as she felt him baring her to his gaze.  Suddenly, she wished the thong was much broader or bigger.

“Hmmmm.” He hummed in pleasure as his palm caressed her sleek, dark skin from her upper thighs to where he could cup her ass.  “Are you ready to begin your birthday gifts?” He asked.

“Yes, please, Sir?” She ended in a soft moan.

“You will keep count.  Lose count, and we begin again.” He told her.

“Yes, Sir.”  She acknowledged.

SMACK!!

She gasped at the sharp sting that then dissipated into surrounding waves of more profound pain.  “One!” She yelped out to him.

“Good…very good.” He praised her.

Kitten squirmed and whimpered louder as she got the birthday spanking she’d been dreaming of for so long.  Ouchy, it certainly stung a lot!  She prayed he was leaving marks to have to see later.

On and on and on they went until they reached the last “one to grow on,” which he delivered between her cheeks and effectively spanked her tight little hole.  The pain resonated within Kitten.  Her eyes pricked from unshed tears.

“What should you say now, Kitty?” His voice jarred her back to Earth.

“Thank you for my spanking, Sir.” She murmured in a wet, worn down voice.

“You’re very welcome, ” he told her. But we’re not done, are we?”

“No, no, Sir.” It was all she could get herself to say.  She heard more than saw him reach for the special roses.  It was a leather bouquet: a flogger shaped into a dozen roses.

He enjoyed the weight of the flogger.  He’d always wanted to try these out!  They’d agreed she would keep it for future use and as a well-earned souvenir.  It would be well-earned in a moment.  Draping it across her bare back, he was rewarded with a low moan from her.

“Mmm…good kitten.” He told her.  “Beg for this.”

It was no use trying to refuse him.  She closed her eyes.  “Please, please, Sir?  Please whip me with the flogger for my birthday.”

“Just those, or did you want something more?” He asked in a softer voice, like a lover’s kiss.

Kitty no longer cared how her whimpering sounded.  “Mmmnnhh, whip me to… to… to tears, Sir, please?”

“Ahhh…there it is.” He was still playing with the leather on her bare skin.  “I will…since you asked so sweetly, but I will extract a price.”

Kitty froze.  A price?  What price?  They hadn’t talked about a price.

There was rustling behind her, and then she felt cold metal slide against her hips.

SNIP!  SNIP!  The sound of scissors reached her.

A puff of cold air hit her now bare pussy and she shivered.  He’d cut off her thong!  He’d cut it off, just like that!!

“There…all bare to me now.  I’ll keep this as my memento of the evening.” He explained to her.

“Yyyyyyesss, Sir.” She was so lost at this point.  Her mind and soul were spiraling down into his waiting embrace.  

THWISSSS!!  The flogger struck across her lower back.

“OHHhhhhGOD.” She squealed at the thudding feel of the strike.  

Her skin tingled, then burned as he rained down strike after strike after strike.  Her back, her ass, her thighs, her shoulders, nothing was safe from his aim as he whipped her.

Whipped her!  She thought.  I begged him to do this!  Deeper she fell into the well of submission to this man, her Dom.

He was observing her.  She had asked him to do this, but he still needed to be careful.  It was her first time with both tears and a flogger.  His responsibility was essential right now!

The burn, the sting, the restraints, the gushing of her pussy, her nipples were hard as rocks and hurt!  All of it was leading to the precipice she craved and feared.  Some of her wanted to beg him to stop, but she bit her lower lip to stop herself.

He could see her teetering on the edge so he stepped directly behind her and stroked up between her thighs with the flogger so it was now a pussy whipping!

“Oh GOD, GOD, GOD, SIR!!” Kitty crowed as the flogger bit into the most tender area.  Tears burst out and trailed down her cheeks.  This intimate action with the flogged had broken her last shred of resistance.

He saw her shoulders shake as the mewling cries drifted up to him.  Oh, he was so hard now that it was painful to him.  He’d been candid about his sadism, and she’d confessed to her share of masochism.  So far, they’d melded together well.  In person?  It felt even more of a connection.  She was feeding him as he fed her.

It felt…amazing!  How could it feel amazing to be whipped to tears?  Yet, it did for her.  So many tensions, doubts, and fears were washed away in a salty solution dripping from her eyes.  She bit her lower lip once more to keep from begging him to whip her harder!  She could do it…no…she couldn’t go that far.

This time.  

The words flooded her brain and her heart and, most certainly, her pussy.  She knew before this was over she’d have to have it again…and again…and in one of those times, she knew she’d surrender another inch of her soul and beg him to do it harder, faster, and more.

He began to slow the whipping and then just caressed her with the tips all over.  She shivered as he did so, and the sobbing tears quieted down.  Soon, she was almost wholly relaxed under his hand.

Kitty shuddered once more as she heard a candle being lit.  Oh, yes!  She’d almost forgotten.

He waited until the wax was a liquid before dropping the first one.

Kitty hissed as she felt it stink on her upper bottom.  He did another and then another…a wax spot for each year of her life—a very kinky kind of birthday remembrance.  The heat seared her but then cooled quickly.  

“Last one, make a wish.” He told her.

She barked a choked laugh.  “I’ve already had my wish, Sir.”

“Oh, little Kitty, you just think you have.  Wait until I let you loose.  I will then give you an even better gift.”  He chuckled.

Her body became so alert and needy when he said it that she strained against the cuffs.  She would have no problem begging for these following parts.  None. At. All.