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Well, it’s been about a week and I owe you folks a “still alive!” post.

Still alive, still having adventures, still taking and giving sessions.

Last week, I had the honor of sessioning with lifestyle player, G, once again with my friend, B. It was an intense hour and a half in New York City. You’ll love this story when you hear it.

G was a lovely person and a lot of fun to play with. I hope to meet with her again, soon.

Details will be coming with photos, of course. Expect a full post by the middle of next week.

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Other than that, nothing to report. I’m smitten with awful allergies and it’s gotten cooler here on the East Coast.

I’m heading down to AC for the day tomorrow, and then a concert in NYC on Friday night. Saturday will likely find me doing much overdue housework. Bleh.

The Return of TES Fest

I admit it, I bounced up and down on my bottom on our leather couch! I’m very excited to hear that it’s back and held in New Jersey. A small site has been erected so far, not too many details besides registration info quite yet: http://www.tesfest.org/

If my partner, or if Domina Lynn schedules her return, I may not register to stay as it’s not too far from where I live. However, if neither pulls through, I may just register and stay at the hotel.

I was bummed at not having taken advantage of the seminars and demonstrations back in ‘06. I mostly stayed in the vendors area with my employer at the time. This time, I want to take in as much as possible.

Any other NY/NJ residents going?

An Afternoon Caning

The first 70 degree day in New York, and the three of us were sitting indoors. R, our hostess, decided against running the air conditioner, so my friend B and I sat, sweating through the heat we brought in with us.

This meeting had already been delayed once and I was eager to get started, but ever patient B directed me to fix R’s stockings, sit back, and pay attention to the lesson about to be administered.

If you would bend over the table, my dear… he said to R.

I pride myself on knowing how to give a solid spanking. My hand has hardened from a good stretch of time doing otk; my arms are rarely sore from my backswing when I paddle. For now, I feel I’ve got a good thing going. Caning, however, is something I still need a guiding hand in.

It was an implement I feared up until traveling to England, and for the most part, left it alone. Now that I’m over my fear, it’s just a matter of finding the right-sized set for a small lady like me, and of course, how to wield them well.

The lecture was brief. B covered tipping, aim, proper positioning, the dos and don’ts…and then….I was to warm her up.

I’ll admit, I just switched into business mode in the first few minutes. I politely asked her to come over my knee, politely kept her in line and politely kept her still. It wasn’t after her full bottom was the prettiest shade of cherry red that I realized that it…felt…different.

A good friend of mine who once briefly practiced BDSM professionally told me that dominating a woman was a little more romantic than dominating a man. One could be firm and very cruel, but there was a pull towards being even a little more gentle than usual.

Don’t get me wrong, R wasn’t a shrinking violet. She had a beautiful butt built for just such an occasion as this, and reveled in each firm slap from my hand. Her back arched and she pushed that butt of hers even further out for more. I admit I wasn’t quite used to that level of enthusiasm. Most of my boys just try to get away.

A part of me was convinced she was even faking her enjoyment.

A good 15 minutes was spent over my knee, followed by a paddling and tawsing with R bent over the table. I admit that with B watching, I was a little more cruel than usual. I pulled out my little wooden bastards and gave it to her in full force. After all, she did need to be prepped for the caning to come, correct?

After B determined that she was ready, it was his turn. I sat back and took it in, wide-eyed. Of course I didn’t forget that this was a preview for yours truly. What R was going to get was no different from what I was going to get.

It was everything that I expected. B pulled back and landed each stroke expertly. Mind you, I’ve been on the receiving end of B’s regular paddlings and strappings…so full force from him was nothing to sneeze at. Over the course of 20 minutes [and with proper in-between lotioning and rubbing] R received 50 damn good strokes, and she took them damn well.

Of course I have photographic evidence, which I hope neither party minds if I post. The pictures really say more than I ever could.

You will note that a few of his strokes did go a bit high, and we did apologize. All in all, it was still an afternoon enjoyed by the three of us. I just wish I would do it justice by writing about it a bit better.

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As for what’s next in Tori’s little corner of the universe, there’s been a lot that needs to be done and I’m only just playing catch-up now. I’m only now just getting over the flu and the fatigue that comes with the end of it. I’m so tired of being sleepy, I can’t wait till I’m well enough to just even clean up around the house.

Beyond that, still going on real-world interviews and making strides to start shooting again. I’m also saving my pennies for a possible trip out to Denver in July. Assuming I have all my ducks in a row, I hope to be taking new boys over my knee there for a few days.

We’ll see…