Killing Kittens events take their name from the saying that 'Every time you masturbate, god kills a kitten.' If that were true, the RSPCA would have shut down KK’s decadent, hedonistic sex parties a long time ago, as a whole lot of tugging and rubbing goes on at them – plus a great deal of sucking, licking, flicking, moaning, groaning, pumping, humping, and people going down on each other goes down, too.
KK is aimed at ‘the sexual elite’: if you want to attend, you have to apply for approval before you can buy a ticket: a process that includes sending photos of yourself for assessment. The club claim that they 'don’t want supermodels – just people who take care of themselves' in order to maintain an exclusive, indulgent, 'Eyes Wide Shut'-type atmosphere (and attempt to weed out weirdos).
They also aim to be ‘female-oriented’: no single men are allowed to the parties, which take place at a variety of penthouses and swish London locations, and women are very much in charge of making advances to initiate play. There’s a posh ‘masked ball’ feel to events (and plenty of unmasked balls on display, too); guests don fine lingerie, suits or eveningwear; oysters and champagne are served; and rooms are lit by candles and chandeliers, with luxury sex toys and condoms provided.
Since their establishment in 2005, the Killing Kittens crew have branched out into a number of different ventures. ‘Silver Kittens’ parties welcome over 45s; ‘Sankktuary’ retreats offer sensual yoga, tantric breathing exercises, erotic speed dating and seriously hot hot tubs in the Essex countryside; ‘Bookklub’ workshops held at venues such as Chelsea lingerie boutique Petits Bisous lecture on topics such as G-spot stimulation; cabaret nights feature fire burlesque acts and risqué performers; and then there’s Torture Kittens – a collaboration with fetish club Torture Garden that incorporates dungeon equipment and more of an S&M flavour. It’s the cat’s whiskers.
For event information, visit: www.killingkittens.com.