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Killing Kittens Party: Clitoratti Online

One Kitten discovers fulfillment is possible in the new normal, and she shares her experiences here
by Charlotte
26 May 2020

UPDATED: 3 Nov 2022


It’s Friday night and for the first time since lockdown commenced, I have a party to go to. The dress code is as expected for a KK event: negligee, lingerie, feathers, lace and leather, silk gowns and suspenders, and of course, a mask. Fortunately, I have a whole toy box full of such items.

I decide on black bra and knickers, with a short, white, black-spotted negligee over the top. I like it. It makes my tits look good. I try on some hold-ups, but it’s a warm night, and they cling to my skin uncomfortably. Besides which, I’ve shaved my legs for the first time in a month, and they’re tanned from all the garden time, so it seems a travesty to keep them cooped up in nylon.

After six weeks of isolation, during which I’ve kept myself reasonably fresh but not exactly funky, it’s a pure delight to get dressed up, put on some make-up, style my hair and remember that there is a beautiful woman hidden beneath the sweatpants and oversized Batman T-shirt I stole from my brother. Like a butterfly, I emerge from my COVID chrysalis.

My living room becomes a studio, and a boudoir…

I place my laptop on my footstool, but unless I want the guests to be looking straight up my nose (and up other places…), it ain’t gonna work. I balance it on top of a lampshade, which is the perfect height as long as it doesn’t fall off or get kicked off mid-orgasm. Lighting provides another hurdle. I can’t quite get it right no matter where I put the lamp, but I get it right enough. I look into the little tester screen on Zoom and think, yes, I look okay. In fact, I look good!

I put on the sultry tunes of the KK playlist, pour myself another drink, and place my wicker case of sex toys so that I don’t have to twist into any ungraceful angles to retrieve its contents. Last but not least, I position my mask, black and cat-like, and tie it around my head. Sorted. Ready. I don’t feel at all nervous. Just excited and very ready for sex. Masturbation and porn have not been cutting the mustard. I need some human stimulation.

10pm. I type in the password and arrive at the KK Virtual Clitoratti Party.

An array of lovely smiley faces, mine included, pop up in front of me. I glance around the screen and feel immediately at ease; the warmth and sensuality of the women onscreen soothes my isolated soul. I take a sip of champagne and appreciate the crisp, cold bubbles as they fizz on my tongue and tingle through my body. The first pulse of arousal throbs between my thighs. I pick up my pen. There are no phones allowed (quite rightly) so all I have is a notepad and an old Biro to help me remember who’s who and what’s what. Trying to write while also being fully involved in what was going on became such a distraction as the evening progressed (not easy holding a pen, a vibrator and a tube of lube) that I decided to rely on a few scribbles and fragmented memories to get me through my first blog as a KK writer. I apologise if I’ve muddled up the details or left anyone out.

A round of introductions kicks off the activity.

The hosts scan the party and zoom in on particular guests. There’s a woman with a dancing pole and someone in a bathtub. Another lady has fashioned her own mask out of some red velvet which matches her top hat. Another kitten is wearing a striking, if a little terrifying, silver mask with a long, spiked beak and sharp cheekbones. I own something similar, but it didn’t really go with my outfit. Maybe next time.

There are some who’ve been to the online parties but not the real ones and vice versa, and some, like me, haven’t been to any. The way they talk about Mansion and Hedonism makes me shiver with arousal and excitement. My first party was meant to be Mansion on the 18th April, but alas, we were two or three weeks into lockdown by then.

The hosts get us warmed up with a question and answer session where we can either signal that we want to talk or simply put it in the group chat. There is no pressure and if they zoom in on anyone who seems slightly uncomfortable with the limelight, they zoom out again. One of the hosts asks who our current girl crushes are. A few answer “you are!” and she gracefully accepts the compliment. I reply with ‘Jacinda Ardern’ because the woman is awesome, and J-Lo because, well, she’s J-Lo.

Most memorable sexual experiences…

To get us started and, I assume, to set the bar so we’re not afraid to let our weird out, one of the hosts describes ‘the most surreal’ night of her life, after which one of her male friends awoke to find a carrot in his anal passage and a dog licking his balls.

Her story certainly gets things flowing. One woman sets my libido alight with a story about a holiday with her husband, where she encountered a handsome waiter named Marco. Rather than becoming jealous of his wife’s flirtation, her husband arranged for her to spend the night with him and paid for them to have a room in the hotel. A Kitten slithers around her bath and describes a girl-on-girl experience at a party when she was in the Navy. I wonder what other nautical tales she has up her sleeve…

A gorgeous olive-skinned woman appears on my screen dressed in a black leather fetish outfit.

She has cat ears and leather straps over her face and head and around her breasts. Her long, dark hair is tied in a taut ponytail at the nape of her neck which swishes over her back and shoulders as she writhes before my eyes. I’m particularly distracted by her lips, seductively red and plump, but every part of her is perfect to be fair. On all fours, she arches and stretches her back, feline and graceful, then kneels, exposing her breasts for our pleasure. Her breasts are full and pert, her nipples dark and erect. I find myself wanting to reach out and touch her.

She picks up a jug of milk and starts to pour it over her lips, down her neck. It trickles over her collar bone and the swell of her breasts, then drips from her nipples. Even my aversion to dairy doesn’t quell my arousal.

Next to grace our screens is Kitten A. She stands in a wooden cabin dressed in gold chains and leather, twirling fire around her body, a flickering warmth on her flawless skin. Again, the perfection of her breasts turns me on. There is something about breasts that makes me want to reach out and touch, lick and suck. Her golden limbs twist and shimmy in the sunset glow of the light, a beautiful fiery nymph. I lean back a little and massage my labia through the lace of my knickers. A wetness starts to creep between my thighs.

The Party Gets Started…

I take a trip to the bathroom and, when I return, it would appear I’ve missed something because the hosts are gone, most of the masks are off, and the Kittens have started their own party. Some are dancing, either naked or semi-naked. Others are peeling off clothes and lingerie. A few are watching, and others are already lost in their own pre-orgasmic world. The woman in the bath is playing beneath the waters with a vibe, her pleasure interrupted only for a sip of red wine.

I gravitate to one woman. She’s lying on a bed naked with her legs open. The camera shot is taken from the bottom of the bed; she is fully exposed, so pure and beautiful. Her eyes are closed as she uses a small vibrator to toy with her clit. The expression on her face signals that she is close to orgasm.

It’s time for my knickers to come off. In fact, it’s time for everything to come off.

Naked, I retrieve a large purple vibrator from my box of tricks. As I watch her getting ever closer to orgasm, I rub it on and around my clit. I’m there in no time. Faster than I have been, well, since we were all held hostage by a virus. My first orgasm of the evening is with her. As I watch her body tense and brace itself, the first flutters of orgasm ripple around my torso. She starts to pant, her breath heavier and faster as her climax builds. I bite my lip and come.

Another woman catches my eye. Her skin is quite dark, and she has the sort of sensual, red, pouting lips I’ve always wanted. I imagine pushing her back and easing my pussy onto hers, finding that sweet spot, connecting like two halves of an oyster. My second orgasm comes and it’s even better than the first. I cry out, then remember my neighbour will be watching Killing Eve next door. Hopefully my screams will blend into one of the murder scenes.

The Biggest Dildo I’ve Ever Seen

Our collective attention are drawn to one screen, where a woman has now collected even more toys to play with. One of them is the biggest dildo I’ve ever seen, a purple flexible piece of kit with massive balls. The other is an entire rubber hand and forearm.

She takes the purple dildo and pushes it into her vagina; her face creases in pleasure. She leans her head on the side of the bath and closes her eyes. Within a minute or two, she comes, then relaxes only momentarily before reaching for the hand. She eases the tapered fingertips into her body, then slides the fingers in, and the hand, and the wrist, until the whole thing is inside of her. The water ripples in waves over her body; her breasts bob in and out of the bubbles. Her nipples jut through the suds. I’d love to play with them as she pleasures herself. She comes again. And as she does so, I lean back and come for the third time. I announce my achievement to the group chat. One of the hosts replies, good girl.

I lay back in the shadows of my living room and enjoy the show while continuing to play.

One of the hosts announces that we have ten minutes before the end of the party. I manage to fit in two more climaxes before the night ends. We blow kisses, compliment each other some more and say goodbye.

The screen goes blank. I sit alone, but not lonely, and smile; the pulse slowly fades between my thighs. Roll on post-corona Mansion…

Huge thanks to Charlotte for sharing this review of our Online Clitoratti party! 

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