As the arrival of early spring sent cherry blossom petals dancing through the air, painting the streets in soft pink, I found my heart stolen by a single kitten. It all began one day when I saw her photo on my usual female masochist recruitment board. It felt like divine revelation—my heart stirred, and I knew I could never let go of my cock again. Naturally, I had to act. I'd burn myself to white ash if I had to. Without hesitation, I made my move on her.