Hedonism is one of Killing Kittens’ longest-running and infamous parties.
Here, in her exciting hedonism blog, Kitten K tells us of her first visit to the party and if it really did live up its name.
Hedonism is a school of thought that argues that pleasure and happiness are the primary or most important intrinsic goods and the aim of human life. A hedonist strives to maximise net pleasure (pleasure minus pain), but when having finally gained that pleasure, happiness remains stationary.
Ethical hedonism is the idea that all people have the right to do everything in their power to achieve the greatest amount of pleasure possible to them.
And so, to the Hedonism party
Well, that definitely sounded like a good invitation to a party. After looking through the flyers, I decided for my second step into this world of feline power that I liked the idea of hedonism, trying anything to achieve ‘maximum net pleasure and exercising the right to do everything in my power to achieve the greatest amount of pleasure.’
My curiosity and excitement were further aroused when the party details arrived. Our first party had been the Townhouse at Christmas, which was all glitz and glamour. However, the invite now revealed each Kittens dress code:
‘Dress code: Impress and undress.’
‘For the newbies, we suggest starting out in a little black dress (or trousers and shirt if you’re a guy). However, it does get a little humid in there, so please feel free to bring swimwear, underwear, or your birthday suits to change into. You are welcome to bring flip-flops to use around the wet areas.’
I loved how it suggested newbies started out in an outfit—and the suggestion of bringing flip-flops! The look on my Tom’s face when I packed our flip-flops and masks said it all. I must add here that on the flyer, it said this party comes with a heat warning—I had no idea then just how hot this event would become in more ways than one.
Arriving at the party
As we stepped out of our car into the hustle and bustle of London, with people going about their business with shopping bags and briefcases, we clasped hands and started walking down a little street with coffee shops and bars. We saw a sandwich board with a number on it outside a little nondescript door.
Other couples were going in, and as we approached, the doorman discreetly asked, “KK?” and ushered us in. With every step we took down the narrow stairs, my excitement rose higher. We stopped midway, taking our cue from the couple in front of us, and put on our masks.
At the bottom was a small reception desk; we announced our names and were handed a numbered locker key. I was in a little black dress, heels and mask, standing next to my dark and handsome Tom with a swimming bag hanging off my shoulder holding our flip-flops. It was surreal.
We walked through the door straight into the locker room, through which we could see into the main bar area. There was a little coin in the locker, so you didn’t need any change. I shoved my bag in, locked the door, put the key-band around my wrist and went to explore.
The main room was already quite full of masked faces. There were lots of sofas and tables along one wall with a large bar area on the other. It looked like an exclusive wine bar with well-dressed people sitting around talking.
Walking past the bar, we could see a large pool, which was empty. There were toilets and showers at the end of the bar, and past the pool were bed like booths.
A screen on the wall caught my eye. I looked up to see porn playing. I looked around to see if anyone was watching. I tugged at my Tom’s arm; oh my, it was a screen like at a concert, only they were showing hedonism porn. There is something incredibly exciting about watching porn together and then having hedonistic porn going on around you—but to have the two together was a whole different experience.
Turning the corner, we found a corridor leading to lots of little rooms with waist-high bunks—and finally, at the end of the corridor, was a sex swing!
The sex swing
I am very new to all of this. I had heard of them, but to be standing in front of this swinging hammock surrounded by mirrors was just too tempting.
I perched my bum on its edge, holding on to the chains, then wrapped my legs around my Tom and pulled him in close.
“We’ve got all evening,” he laughed, but I needed to try this BDSM hedonist swing right now before anyone else turned the corner.
Pushing me back and grinning suggestively, he lifted each foot and threaded it through the stirrups that I hadn’t noticed. I lay there fully dressed, spread eagle, my heeled feet dangling up high, holding on to the chains on either side of my head. I held my breath feeling helpless yet consumed with lust and longing. He pushed my knickers to one side, and swinging me towards him, pushed his hardness inside me. The position I was in being swung back and forth onto his hard dick was something I had not experienced before.
Someone turned the corner, and my Tom stopped and pulled out.
“That’s all you’re getting for now!” he said, leaving me gasping and gagging for more. The other couple looked at the swing and jumped straight on, as we had, to try it.
The party filled so quickly
We’d only been around the corner for a few minutes, but in that time, the pool had already filled! It was getting very hot and steamy now. We’d only arrived about 5–10 minutes ago, but everybody was already completely naked with a few revellers in hedonistic lingerie.
The masks had come off. I had thought Town House had been amazing, but this was making it look so tame. Town House was like a dinner party where some of the guests were making-out, but this was a full-blown hedonism orgy.
These people were Hedonists! They were all here in pursuit of maximum pleasure and were exploring everything in order to achieve it.
Again, in the true essence of KK events, what I liked was how the Toms just stood back tall and proud, fanned out like peacocks, almost saying pick me, pick me and the gorgeous kittens just prowled around with feline grace, seductively making eye contact or putting on a show. The pool was a hive of eroticism—bodies half in and half out of the water in various forms of sexual intimacy.
Exploiting the powers of being a kitten, I pushed my Tom into one of the rooms. He wasted no time in bending me over, hoisting one of my legs up on the bunk, and entering me from behind, pulling my head back as he yanked on my hair.
This forced me to look up at the open doorway, where I made eye contact with the couple that stood there, watching in awe as my Tom thrust harder behind me. We were being watched, and I liked it.
Their faces must have been mirroring ours because the looks of lust were turning me on even more. It was getting hotter—we were getting hotter—so we stumbled out of the room (into which the couple entered to re-enact what they had seen) onto the bed under the porn screen. I rode my Tom in reverse cowgirl, both of us watching the screen with an audience behind us doing the same.
It felt like it was us on the screen. Watching the couple on screen and feeling what she was feeling was very erotic. Being stimulated visually, mentally and physically was quite a euphoric feeling.
One of the Kittens from the group behind us came and joined in smacking my bottom and kissing my Tom. She told him she could taste me on his mouth and kissed him harder.
There was no break from the action, even while queuing at the bar.
By now, we were a hot, wet, sticky mess. We scooped our clothes off the floor and hurriedly shoved them into our locker, and changed into our flip-flops. Then we lined up stark naked with my breasts resting on my folded arms at the bar surrounded by nakedness.
Unable to resist the absurdity of the situation, my Tom pulled me into his body and kissed my neck as I pushed my bottom into his hardness. By now, I had shed my inhibition, becoming an exhibitionist, but we were actually going to do it at the bar, casually waiting for a drink! It was almost a waste not to!
People all around us were in very creative positions and numbers. As we gulped our drinks, we took a moment to observe the scene around us and hear the moans of pleasure.
I couldn’t resist the pull of the sex swing
We made our way back to the swing, which was empty now. I lay back in sheer anticipation as my feet were once again fed through the stirrups. I held on to the poles behind me now as I gentle swung towards my waiting, hard Tom.
Sometimes he took charge, sometimes I did, as we pulled and pushed on the chain towards and away from each other. I realised that by running my feet higher or lower up the chains, I could control how deep inside me my Toms hard dick went. I came again and again and squirted as I climaxed, as I’ve never experienced before.
We had reached the heights of hedonism that I didn’t know were possible. We were so hungry for each other and charged with the energy of the place. This little underground cave of rooms and a pool was the perfect playground to explore the depths of hedonistic indulgence. The addition of the swing and the porn playing overhead enhanced the already imaginative desires! It was like the heat and steam were coming from the bodies bursting with fulfilled desire.
The sex in Hedonism! What a surreal and insane experience. I think we succeeded in doing everything in our power to achieve the greatest amount of pleasure. The swing did help, and I can’t wait for more!
Hello, I am Kitten T the Editor of #itsakittensworld, passionate about sexual liberation and anything which encourages female sexual empowerment. I Love horses! You can follow me on Twitter for my latest views on the world of KK