Let’s talk about The Prisoner [1967] for a moment. I’m sharing this because it’s rare that I get instantly passionate about things, and yes, I swear this has to do with spanking.
Right, so- I’ve spent the better part of the month watching all 17 episodes in some semblance of order. Admittedly, I skipped ahead and caught the last two episodes on IFC, after only going through the first five. Well, today I went through the rest and got a chance to see my beloved second to last episode yet again.
To sum it up, Number 6 is broken down to child-like mental state in the hope that Number 2 can extract the answer to his resignation. At one point, he’s back to school age, in the role of a student about to be disciplined. Number 2, in robes and cap tells him he’s going to have six…six of the best cane strokes. Number 6, in turn, bargains him from 10 to 12…finally asking for 12…So I’ll always remember, Sir.
My home echoed with the sounds of my squeals. It didn’t matter that the unusual part of the punishment was the he was to be caned by a gentleman a third his size, or the sheer unexpected age play on a well-known television show. That begging, that begging for more shot me right to the moon.
I’ve begged for more. I’ve been through caning sessions where it’s just too much…but once a break kicks in, there’s still that desire for more. When I first started exploring heavy play, I never once believed there was a “breaking-through” point. A point where one’s brain makes it to the other side of pain and discomfort and nearly confuses it with pleasure.
It’s been a bit since I had a heavy session. I prefer to play hard, but that requires some preparation, and I haven’t had much time for that, sadly. Ah, well…at least I have psychedelic, insinuated canings to help me through…
I suggest you watch the series from the beginning, but, if you’d like to cut ahead to _Once Upon a Time_, AMC has it, and the entire series online here.
I’m dying to own Prisoner-related stuff now. My Amazon Wish List has been updated accordingly…;) J and I don’t exchange gifts over the holiday, so I’m just going to check the list on occasion and pine over the stuff until I can afford it. 
What do you do when a photo shoot gets cancelled? Take some self-portraits, of course!
I decided to work with the genderfucking bend I’ve been on. If you see me at parties, I wear long pants and braces…I have a tendency to wear my hair boy-short. I recently attended a 1920’s-themed party and had to choose between a dress and pants. I’m sure you can guess which one I went with…
You can also see two photos of my partner, J, spanking me. On my editing day, we cracked jokes about being spanked by Angry Box Man…I’m so happy he agreed to model with me…
A small set again, as I’m a bigger fan of being behind the camera than in front of it. With so many photos of me, I’m nearly tempted to launch a small site again to chronicle it all…hmmm, that’s a thought…would you guys like to see Tori’s evolution over the last three years?
I think some new photos are coming soon…
Well, it’s holiday shopping time, boys. Hopefully you’re not too tuckered out from your Black Friday ventures to do a little cyber shopping for yourself. I’m sure after waiting in line, you’re looking forward to doing fun things on your tush.
Holly’s having her own Black Friday sale on select clips from the store. Here’s a list of the reduced price clips: http://www.southeasternwoodshed.com/updates.html
…and here’s where you can purchase them: http://clips4sale.com/store/30185
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I also broke role a few weeks ago to do a video with my friend Switch Lydia. We shot an unusual scene, which some of you might find interesting…you can check it out here: http://www.clips4sale.com/store/22466/
I have to admit, I was hesitant to share the fact that I smoke…but now I see it’s just another reason for Tori to be spanked. Fire away!
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and finally, something from me! I am making plans to visit the DC area for ONE DAY ONLY the week of December 6th! Please keep checking back to this page, I’ll have details by tomorrow.
Bottoming sessions will be VERY limited, however, my toppy side is more than ready to bottom rears along the Beltway. So, keep in touch, boys. We’ll be meeting VERY soon…
Some of you who practice figging may find this story very amusing.
Via Figging.com:
It sounds to me, and looks from the video, like the ginger fig they carved was pretty cylindrical — without the recommended large swelled base or (my preference) a substantial perpendicular bit that you can get by carving a fig from a larger “hand” of ginger and including a wider bit of the “palm” where the individual fingers of ginger are attached to each other…
Well, i couldn’t be away from Holly for too long, so I’m swinging down to Atlanta from December 11-13th.
I’m planning on being quite the busy lady, going down to shoot with Holly, but definitely making plenty of time to take sessions.
If you’re new to my blog and to my services, information on that can be found here: http://pandemos.net/misstori/index.shtml
I am accepting pre-bookings, and will not accept same-day sessions. This is the best way to guarantee your time with me.
Looking forward to seeing my southern boys again.
I’m at my mom’s for the night. Since I purposely give myself Sundays off, I thought I’d cure boredom by going through my magazine collection. You can imagine the smile on my face when I found this.
I picked this up late…I want to say Fall of ‘04 or even Winter of ‘05. Funny, when I used to think back on this issue, I keep thinking I picked it up when I was much MUCH younger, but, as the print date reveals, this was published in ‘04…
I don’t remember when or how I came across it, but I know it did go ignored for a while. There was very little that I knew about professional domination, and when I was 19 and 20, thought that it was something the ‘Beautiful Girls’ got into. I was actually pretty shy up until I started working in the industry, and well, I didn’t have the sense of style and appearance I have now.
It’s interesting how things work, huh? I picked this up at time that I was still working through my sexuality and learning about what made me comfortable and what didn’t. I had no idea- when I first pored over the pages of Mercy- that I’d end up where I am now. I have met some of the ladies who have contributed to the publication. I went to the last Black and Blue Ball. I’ve rented, played and shot a mini-bio at Arena.
Yeah…kind of wild…
I must admit, I am saddened that there is nothing like this in print any longer. I doubt DDI or the late Dominant Mystique cast as positive, as strong a light on professional domination and sex work as Mercy set out to be.
Anyways…one for the archives, ladies and gentlemen…
Specifically for Tori, Christmas. I did, however, find my way to this: http://ssnysanta.wordpress.com/
…and I’m a little more cheery [or would it be cherry?] at the thought.
This is the real version of my costume. I wore a diet version to a party on Thursday. It’s my homage to Harmony Korine’s Gummo. If you recognize the ears, you’ll know exactly where I’m coming from, and you should also message because then you’d have fantastic taste in film.
Yes, the party was kink-related, and no, there will be no details. It was nice to be accompanied by one of my favorite disappearing/reappearing friends [and I say it with love], and another interesting peek into NYC’s increasingly seedy underbelly.
Hope your day was happy and laden with sweets and fantastic beers!
Hotel sessions. Let’s talk about those.
It’s a loaded idea: two strangers meet in a place neither one of them owns or rents. They maintain an air of confidence, casualness. Of course I’m walking in here, I’m STAYING here, the non-registered guest might think as they pat their implement bag. If they think it and walk it, they won’t be stopped in the lobby.
I’ve noticed that many professionals will only go to high-end hotels. I’ve also noticed an emphasis on making their manner of dress very clear. For hotel sessions, I’ve been reminded to not wear too much makeup, or a revealing outfit. To keep everything in dark bags with nothing sticking out.
During warmer months, I’ll still wear a business button-down shirt and carry a few bags, making it seem as if I’m coming from a nearby meeting [reasonable in a city like New York]. I don’t play with my cell phone. I look straight ahead. I make for damn sure that I don’t hesitate in any of the hallways. I make an immediate note of the way the floor numbers run, so I don’t make any wrong turns. After all I should know where I’m going…I’m staying here.
Once the lobby/hallways obstacle course is completed, there’s the room preparation. Sometimes the TV is turned on for a low padding noise, the bed is turned down and the blinds against the picture windows are drawn. The strangers are ready to engage.
I may have mentioned that funny thing that happens with sex [or sexy activities, in this case] is that it’s found in the most non sexual of places. I pause every time the blinds are shut- I sort of wish they could stay open…
When I was a child, my parents received the Critic’s Choice Video catalog. For those of you who may not remember, it was a thick, small catalog that sold mostly older films and odd collections of Britcoms and TV shows like Twin Peaks. My first rudimentary understanding of sex came from the middle section- about 5-7 pages that made up the adult section. It would start innocently enough with couple’s instructional videos and erotic dramas, then would venture into outright pornography and foreign speciality videos [one of hairy women has stuck with me over the years].
The covers were small enough, but never explicit. One of my favorites was the cover for the film, Tokyo Decadence. A faceless woman presses herself almost forcefully against a picture window, looking out at what I imagined was a section of the Tokyo cityscape. The letters S and M had no meaning when I first saw it, but I knew there was some kind of distinct tension. Perhaps she was doing something wrong and trying to get out…but what could have gotten her partially undressed like that?
I still haven’t seen this film, but this image speaks volumes to me. When I find myself in big buildings for vanilla meetings, or when I used to run errands to offices as an intern, I was always drawn to those large picture windows. If I knew I was on a high enough floor, and I had the time, I’d take a moment to press my hands against the cold glass and breathe deep.
I never ask to keep the windows open. It would be ideal and heighten the session, especially if I were bottoming, but I say nothing. I have a good head on my shoulders for my clients- secrecy, discretion and respect for privacy. Secrecy, discretion and respect for…
I only broke my own rule once. It was three years ago- at around this time. I was meeting my client at one of the high-end hotels in midtown, with a breathtaking view of Times Square. Truth be told, I didn’t think I looked very good- the humidity puffed up my hair, my skin was too shiny, my makeup felt wrong. The button-down shirt wasn’t cut correctly and my lycra/spandex pencil skirt wouldn’t keep from rolling into itself. I felt less than elegant.
After a drink, my client escorted me upstairs to his room. I was invited to settle my bags into a corner and offered use of his bathroom. I’ll never forget the green cast of the light in the glass and steel mirror, showing my last futile attempt to keep my puffy hair down. I muttered a low fuckit and exited out into the room.
It was dark save for the light coming from his laptop on the desk. The light fell blue on the implements on his desk…I thought I saw a belt, maybe a cane…
To his left, was black glass lit by the buildings of Times Square. It was floor-to-ceiling…you could even see the cars jetting by…
My heels clicked a little louder than expected on the strip of marble leading to the pane. His fingers were still ticking over the keyboard…perhaps he didn’t hear…
I slowly slid my arms apart against the glass, until my palms were flat against it. I pushed my legs apart as quietly as I could letting that stupid skirt roll to its liking. It made it to just below my bottom, airing out the tops of my stockings. I pressed my forehead against the cool pane and smiled.
My Tokyo Decadence moment-
- broken only by the sound of my client’s voice.
Tori, roll that skirt up further and come over my lap. We can discuss the view later.
