It always starts with looking at the KK website and choosing a party.
This one was the Birthday Ball! Birthdays are always special but this one pulled out all the stops with organising pre-drinks, transport from the two hotels and pop up acts throughout the night!
The party guest lists are confidential, so it’s a good idea to join the pre-party chats to see who else is going. To build up a rapport with fellow playmates and exchange dirty pics and flirty banter if you so wish. It’s great for newbies. You can ask questions and not feel silly because we were all newbies once!
One really good piece of advice for couples is to spend quality time with each other before a party. Indulge in each other, connect and know that a party will enhance your experience not take away from who you are. Then regroup during the evening to make sure you are both ok and then after the party to reconnect with each other so that you are not feeling lost, confused or overwhelmed with what you have experienced.
Finally, The tick list was complete, the hotel was booked, the outfit was picked, shoes sorted or were forgotten, in my partner’s case!
We found ourselves buzzing with excitement as we rode (oh how different the meaning of that one word would be a short time later) the elevator down to the hotel lobby to the pre-drinks that was organised in the group chat. Everybody stood around drinking, chatting and introducing themselves. I grinned as I pictured them all entwined later.
I must say it was a very well organised event. We were picked up from one of the two hotels that were suggested by the Kommunity Kittens and dropped off to the venue. I held my partner’s hand as we grinned at each other absorbing the silence and sexually charged energy and excitement in the coach.
We drove down a tree arched lane and arrived at the most beautiful setting, a 13th Century Manor House. My heart was already beating fast at the shear grandeur and history of the venue. The drive leading up to the arched doorway was lit by fire pits which added to the ambience.
Upon entering we were struck by the eccentricity and decor of the place, a clear reflection of the owners. We were signed in and our ID’s checked then We donned our masks, which is always my favourite part of every party. The anonymity of just being behind the masks , “eyes wide shut!”
We went to explore. The atmosphere, flow and configuration of the rooms all lent to the enormity of the event! The large gilded frames and taxidermy trophy’s head decorated the walls. This venue really added to the eroticism of the event!
There was a dance floor and a live singer, pop up acts dressed as chefs with cream on wooden ladles which people were seductively licking off, a Chippendale looking shoeshine man who split your legs apart and polished the straps on your heels. This party was like no other and we were buzzing with excitement and anticipation.
My partner always asks me what I want to experience next as I’m still a newbie too so many experiences. I didn’t hesitate to tell him that it was definitely the Dungeon Room. I had walked through it or past it countless time’s but had never lingered there long enough. For me personally it was still beyond my boundary but it had intrigued me enough. That was what I wanted to see even if I wasn’t ready to experience it myself just yet. We walked into the Dungeon room which was beginning to fill. There was a full-sized cross and the dungeon master explained how it worked. Basically you got tied to the cross and flogged! Moving on was a bench type chair that you had to get on all fours on and then be flogged/ spanked and then was a gynaecological chair which to look at I didn’t find appealing!!!! Until right then a woman moved me aside and hitched up her dress. Her partner knelt at her feet and as he gazed up at her, he placed his hands on either side of her hips and very slowly lowered her panties. As if on cue my partner and I sat down on the spectating sofa next to them mesmerised. Surely they knew we were watching them, did they care? Their gaze never left each other as she stepped out of her knickers, put her hands on his shoulders and sat herself down. He parted her legs slowly and lifted them up one by one by her ankle which he kissed as he placed into a stirrup. She sat there upright on the chair each leg hoisted up ready for an examination. Their eyes still connected he picked up the vibrating wand and began running it up her leg until he reached her pussy. Her mouth parted and her breath caught, as did mine as he teased her clit with the wand. They communicated silently as he took the cues from her and moved the wand up and down until she shuddered to a climax. They giggled and without delay she stood up. Never leaving her gaze he held open her panties which she stepped into and he caressingly pulled up. They caught our eye and smiled and gave us a nod before moving on. Almost thanking us for watching.
That was all the encouragement I needed.
As if sensing my desire my partner lead me to the bench and nudged me on. The very beautiful mistress of the bench welcomed us. The KK staff are very professional and will make sure you are consenting 100%, that you are with your partner and that this is being done with your free will. You have the right at any time to say no or stop! They will check in with you after every strike or spank to make sure you are still happy with the level of force being used. They do not consult your partner but only check in with you. You are in complete control at all times. I need to mention this because this was my first time and I felt vulnerable being shackled (and so fucking horny) even though I was secure that my partner was there. However, the mistress made sure I was safe and within my boundaries and kept checking in with me. and asked my partner if he would like to do the honours of strapping me down. There I was on all fours, wrists tied when her flat palm struck my bare arse hard! My body reacted to the shock of being struck and like a horse being whipped I reared up against my restraints. For a minute I felt vulnerable not being able to free my hands, “are you ok,” she whispered into my ear. I felt my partners familiar reassuring hand on my back. Yes! I confirmed, I wanted more. She struck me again, it hurt! I clenched my butt cheeks and reared up again fighting against the restraints. I hadn’t done anything wrong yet I was being punished. I had been struck! That pain of a smack is associated with punishment for doing wrong. I had avoided that my whole life by being good, yet here I was choosing to be struck hard on my bare arse and everything about it felt good. My mind was conflicting with my senses. How did something so wrong feel so good? While I was still reeling from this overload of feeling versus emotion, I felt her soft hand over my partners rubbing my arse cheek better. Softness! then smack! another shock. Again I pulled back against the restraints. She expertly trained my partner on the different instruments like the crop and paddle and showed him how to use them, checking in with me after every stroke. I was loving it. And Then came the feather duster! After being struck with the crop, my arse smarting under the shock and the blood rushing to the surface I felt the softness of a feather being run over my butt cheeks and between my open legs over my pussy. The contrast of sensation was more than I could bare. My back arched as the feather felt almost ice like over my burning hot arse. “You can take the pain,” she whispered in my ear “but you can’t take the pleasure!” I felt his fingers enter me, “you’re wet!” He laughed then he unshackled me. “Who am I?” I thought as I stood up, “what was that? What just happened? How did being smacked so hard feel so good!” I tried to make sense of how my body was feeling to what my mind was telling me. I looked up to see a kitten tied to the cross, her partner licking her out while the dungeon master striking the crop on her bare arse! I had just pushed my boundaries and gone over to the point of no return! I have never experienced anything so highly erotic or stimulating. My mind and my body were in conflict.
In stark contrast we then moved into the ballroom. The music was playing it was a party atmosphere. My partner held me and we swayed in each other’s arms to the music. My arse throbbing from my spanking and now our bodies moving in rhythm to the music. Looking around we could see the entertainment acts walking through the crowd and performing. People were dancing, drinking, kissing, chatting.
We danced with a couple we conversed with and ended up in the enormous Kings Room equipped with a twin king-sized four-poster bed. It was already a hive of activity. There were other smaller rooms providing intimacy for couples that wanted to play with a bit more privacy. I must add that although it is in the heat of the moment every man asks for the consent of the kitten he is going to engage with. The rules are adhered to by everyone! The security is very present yet discreet.
We played on the bed a hive of bodies. The air was full of the smell, sound and feel of sexual indulgence.
We left the party on a high and lay in bed reconnecting and reflecting on how lucky we were to experience this together and live out our fantasy in a safe and organised environment.
The dungeon bought something out in me, I want to go back and explore more about who I am…….
Hello, I’m Kitten E, Editor or the KK blog. I’m passionate about educating people about sex in order to remove stigmas and judgment. Want to write for KK? Drop us an email.