La Dolce Tori

Any of you guys into the art of Jim Woodring? He’s known for his psychadelic tome, Frank, which I first discovered as a student worker in my art college’s library.

As I was thinking up titles for this entry, my favorite Frank story came to mind.  This was originally going to be called _Testing Tori’s Iron Ass_, but then I wouldn’t be able to use this fantastic story device using striking pictures of my bottom.

So- onward!

See that mark on the right side of my cheek?

First:

Photo by Joey Angerone

http://www.spankingtube.com/watch/ccd4211ce43f309bc0ea/OVER-90-LASHES-WITH-RAZOR-STROP

Then:

Holly was getting her hair done, and my pants-less self [after such a beating, I could barely put my pants on.  So, I was all t-shirt and panties for the rest of the day] kept walking backwards to get the perfect shot of her and the hairdresser, C.  I settled my tush on the end of the night table and shot a frame.

I felt a strange prickling on my bottom and calmly thought to myself: Gee, I wonder what’s on this innocent end table…There’s something stabbing my ass…Hmm, let’s turn around and see…AW GEEZ.

Yep.  Walked straight into an active spare curling iron.

AND THAT’S HOW IT GOT THERE!

To the best of my knowledge [I don't get many chances to look at my own butt], there’s still a faint scar there.  I got to experience the consequences of my stupidity at my first SSNY party, where much to the annoyance of everyone who topped me, that very juicy part of my bottom had to be avoided.  And much as I have excellent coverage, it’s still a common spot to spank.

So, if anyone from the last party is reading this, it’s completely healed and completely within limits.   See you at this Saturday’s party?

For those of you unable to attend the party, you can experience testing Tori’s iron ass here, at Ms. Holly’s Clips4Sale store: http://clips4sale.com/store/30185.

I can be found on pages 2 and 3!  It’s a fabulous 30+ minutes altogether, so get the whole set.  Despite our close friendship, I rarely get to bottom to Holly, so it was a real treat for me, and I’m sure quite a bit of fun for her.  The one running thing in all her clips on the site is that she has this devilish grin on her face when she lands a good stroke.  May her love of her job never be questioned, lest you’d like a solid tawsing…

It’s not nearly hot enough in the NorthEast, so I’m trekking down to the sunshine state for some hotter, serious play, and making a few moons shine during my stay. This is your chance to experience NYC’s finest discipline, firsthand.

21-24 July, 2009!

Oh, I’ll be joining a good friend. You know that nothing but trouble comes from Holly and Tori in the same room.

Once again, I am accepting pre-bookings. This secures your time with me, as it is limited and does fill quickly. This was recently proven on my trip to DC…you don’t want to be left out!

Please visit the session info link to your right.

I hope to see you boys, soon.

I really don’t have an excuse for not blogging more often. The usual, life photo jobs, illness, ferret responsibilities getting in the way…

Well, you have me for a bit now, so let’s talk about what you came here for: fondue recipies!

I kid.

I kid.

It’s funny, I do go through a back and forth period with spanking. Like any other activity, I guess one immerses themselves so far and then pulls back just enough to maintain interest. TV, art, spending time on my other haunts online and spanking suffer through this on and off.

My partner and I recently tried to get a regular schedule with our favorite pastime. Work life and personal life got in the way and we’ve been making strides to reconcile. The first night we tried was quite memorable.

For those of you who have met us, you’ll know that my partner is much taller than I am. OTK is a favorite of his, but not always easy for me to do for extended periods, especially after a day filled with other activities.

I arrived home to find the tables in the dining room really out of sorts. We barely use it, so seeing the chairs pulled out and clustered was a little upsetting.

What’s this?I asked, as I left my bags on a chair.
Well, let me explain… he responded.

There were six of them, three close together and three opposite the row, with the front-facing sides touching. As if one were making bed out of the seats.

So, just sit right in the middle. And the rest explains itself…

Folks, I went for a 20 minute OTK spree, and I couldn’t have been happier. The feeling of his arm around my waist, the fact that I could reach over and cover BOTH buttcheeks, and best of all, feeling the closeness of him, for longer than I had in a very long time.

There’s a quote I love from Thich Nhat Hanh’s Zen Keys that likens a part of enlightenment to a man searching for lost object, only to find it had been in his pocket all along. It’s a happy reunion with the man laughing to himself after feeling desparation in the search.

And I did laugh a little bit as I gave him some good slaps. Not mocking, or teasing, but because he hooked his fingers into my back pocket…our lost object was found…

I’ve made it down, safe and sound to Washington, D.C., where I’ll be until Sunday.

I’m going to be meeting so many new boys- or should I say that a lot of new boys are going to be introduced to my lap?

If you’ve waited until the last minute, you’re still in luck, (but your spanking will be more severe…)

I am still accepting pre-bookings for Saturday afternoon, from 2pm onward. Friday is completely booked.

I am available through e-mail and further information can be found on my blog.

I’ll be speaking to you boys very soon, I’m sure…

I was away again, boys. My sincerest apologies. To make up for it, I promise to come right to you [depending in where you are, of course].

Washington D.C.
24-28 June, 2009

Toronto, Ontario, Canada
27-30 August, 2009

I am now pre-booking for DC. I will not likely be taking same-day sessions on my trip down, so secure your time with me and get in contact with me now!

I am VERY excited to be attending TG in Toronto. The 10-year anniversary in London was incredible and I can’t wait to enjoy it a little closer to home, and in one of my favorite Canadian cities.

Who else out there is going?

My friend Cian has a Zazzle store with geeky, foodie and kinky-leanings.

You should buy his stuff, it’s pretty swell.

I myself am going for this one.

Garfield Minus Garfield took me back.

It’s funny what will trigger some interesting memories…

A few of may find of interest:

Domesticated: Men and the Domestic Interior

I have a new fetish…braces.

This couldn’t have come at a worse time.  I have too much to take care of.  I’m an adult, dammit.  I don’t have time to spend perusing the internet for titilating images and more reasons to consider parting with my hard-earned money.

Must. Resist.

Oh, forget it…

My braces fetish- I think it’s one of those deep-seated ones that should have come up sooner.  Many of you know I have a love of men’s suits.  I don’t know all the terms and technical specs, but I know what a proper cut looks like and how a good suit should feel. Not to deviate, but I can guess it came from seeing how my father would dress for work.  This just about pre-dated the rampant horrors of business casual [very late 80's, early 90's are my earliest memories].  Dad always wore a button-down shirt, dress shoes, my mother would help him fix his tie, and he at the very least wore a sport jacket to work.

Braces balance form and function.  I like the tight feeling running down my shoulders and down my back.  It’s a sensation not all that different from being corseted.  There’s a press in all the right places.

The resulting form is elegance.  The thick bands running parallel to my arms, lined just perfectly with my legs.  It’s personal organization at its finest…

There’s just one down side.  I’m not quite used to having my pants sit in the right place as it does ride up…but I’m sure I can work through it.

There’s strength in clothing.  Somewhere between the amount one wears to the amount one has on, there is protection.  You’re not very vulnerable if you’re underneath a three-piece suit- it’s your shell against the world.  When I was disciplined at my day jobs, I admit that I was concerned over my appearance while I was being dressed down.  Really.  If I looked like a slob, it felt worse to be called out on another shortcoming.  If my discipline was undeserved [which was rare], I could walk away thinking- Well, at least I looked *good.*

It’s a prominent factor in a lot of spanking and fetish videos.  The weaker party has the least amount of protection.  Sure, it’s fantastic to see a naked girl, but her vulnerability and humiliation through nudity is even more fantastic!

My more ideal scenes have me just like that.  Stripped bare and at the complete disciplinary mercy of a man completely dressed.  Being placed right over his knee, and striving to pull some protection from the scratch of his pants against my belly, or the cool cloth of his shirt at my sides…

Terrible.

Terrible.

I don’t understand people who see spanking as just an act within itself.  It’s the little act that has so much behind it- explicit power exchange, pain, humiliation…

As a wide-eyed 16 year old, it was the innocent little step into BDSM.  It was subsequently ignored, but returned to in my early twenties.  I’m feeling sorry that I ever traded it for more niche activities.

But, I digress.

My two days on the set of SouthEastern Woodshed’s production found me mostly in hiding.  It was filmed in a private, three-room suite, allowing for multiple changes of scenery.  Between shoots, the models, assistant, hair/makeup person and myself were shuttled from room-to-room, so as not to get in the way.  For 30 minutes at a time, we were a tense, captive audience.

We had to keep silent, so as not to make it onto the audio recording.  A few of us pressed our ears to the doors and walls, gasping at every particularly heavy stroke, and wide-eyed at every squeal and every cry of pain. A few of the models were new to the scene, and walked in with very limited expectations outside of their pre-discussed scenes.  What could have easily sounded like the belting from hell, may have appeared to be nothing but a casual, backhanded stroke.

I think I held my breath for minutes at a time; the pictures in my head were probably more vivid than what was going on the side of the door.

I’ve never considered the aural experience as I’m very much there in other aspects: touching, seeing, even smelling.  Deriving arousal from sound has, strangely, never been the case.  Hearing was just utilitarian: I needed to guage which implement came next.  I needed to track each swish so I could brace myself, only to quickly forget once there was contact.

At the end of each day, I had an itch- even after I had my scene on day 2.

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On a less sensual note, it was great to meeting the other ladies on set.  It was a pleasure finally getting to meet Lydia and Jordan, and geek out with Damiana.

My own trailer isn’t out yet, but you can see the lovely Lydia and Jordan here.  Join the group and enjoy the exclusive content.  See what happens when a bunch of girls get together and run around pants-less…

Switch Lydia and Myself