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Welcome to Killing Kittens!
MY TEN COMMANDMENTS
1 Members only.
2 Women make the rules and only women can break the rules.
3 No means no.
4 Men cannot approach women. They must wait to be invited before approaching or engaging in fun.
5 If there is something that is not right at any point in the evening, my team and I expect to be told. There may be times when one half of a couple is playing while the other is not, but guys should never look like they are on their own, flying solo – or hit uninvited on any of my women.
6 We expect the parties to be self-policing, and we want everyone to have the best time possible.
7 Behave within the Killing Kittens’ remit – and make sure those around you are as well – and we will all have an experience to remember.
8 Don’t forget your masks. A no-mask, no-entry policy will be enforced, and they must be worn for the first few hours (until they become too hot to wear – in more ways than one).
9 Strictly no mobile phones or cameras in the venue.
10 Dress code is sexy. There is a very large Jacuzzi for you to play in, so appropriate clothing is paramount. Large lockers and towels are provided.
And remember – enjoy yourself!
Eight years ago I decided I wanted to start a business running parties. These parties would not be professional events or corporate functions. I wouldn’t be organizing leaving dos, work parties, birthdays or wedding receptions. No marquees, caterers or dozy DJs. Instead, I had the deliciously wicked idea of creating a very special private club, whose members were open-minded and where the atmosphere would be relaxed and friendly and, ultimately, intensely liberated. No one is getting hurt, no one is getting cheated on and every woman is being respected.
Twice a month a group of people who’d been accepted for membership via my website would congregate in cities across the UK for an evening where they could make their fantasies and desires come true. At my soirées, I would create an atmosphere of non-judgemental curiosity and acceptance. Nothing would be repressed or off-limits. If a woman wanted to dance around the bar in her underwear, or even totally naked, she could, knowing that she was not going to be either thrown out or jumped on. Party-goers would be able to toss their inhibitions aside and feel free to do whatever they liked. My parties would be for people at ease with their own and other people’s sexuality, who weren’t afraid to live out their desires with willing partners. Taking part would not be enforced: people would be free to watch, or to come as a monogamous couple, or even alone (if they were girls), to see what might happen and perhaps taste their own hidden desires without shame or judgement.
Now, I know this isn’t the kind of soirée most party planners would organize. So I guess you’re wondering why a normal girl from Surrey would choose such a wicked career path. Well, I was determined to make this vision a reality because, one life-changing night, I had seen for myself exactly how liberating it could be, when I witnessed an A-list crowd indulging in sheer, joyous erotic abandonment. I decided that it was my mission to help other people taste those delights and that freedom.
But this would not be a tacky swinging party, or an orgy fuelled by testosterone and male fantasies. My vision was to create a sophisticated environment where women were in control and felt comfortable. Anything could happen as long as it was initiated by women. My parties would be the first to be dedicated to female pleasure and feminine desires.