Atlantic City!

It’s a rare South Jersey appearance this Thursday, boys.  If you’re starting the weekend early, here’s a fantastic opportunity to experience some native Jersey discipline.

My time will be VERY limited, so pre-bookings will help you, greatly.  This is rare, but I WILL be accepting same-day bookings, barring that my time isn’t already filled or my schedule has changed.

As usual, I will come very equipped and will only be doing outcalls.

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On another note, I have a fantastic listing on this F/M Spanking World. It’s a great new site with interviews, links to quality spanking media and a listing of other disciplinarians.

Enjoy!

A Note From Your Admin

Though I’ve been travelling a good deal, please don’t feel like I’m not taking sessions in my home base of NYC.

Sessions are available Monday-Friday in Brooklyn and Manhattan.  Further session information can be found here: http://pandemos.net/misstori/index.shtml

Though I may stray, there’s always room on my lap for my New York and New Jersey boys… You’re my first and foremost

Playing with A Different Sex

http://sarahsturges.com

My partner and I went to Merchants NY a bit ago.  It’s one of the few cigar bars in the city, a two-tiered building on the UES.  The downstairs smoking room was dimly lit, a baseball game streaming on the flat-paneled televisions above our heads. We took a seat away from the bar and pored over the menu.

The room was strongly ventilated.  Each issued puff of smoke quickly rose and was sucked into a single corner of the room, disappearing as quickly as it appeared.

I opted not to drink so I could drink in the patrons.  It was my fetish realized, men clothed in perfectly cuts suits puffing back on perfectly cut tubes of tobacco.

There was a lot of power in that room, wether it really existed, or I gave it to the finely dressed gentlemen around me. Oral fixations aside, the idea of having enough to warrant burning a quality object is a massive turn-on.

Cigar smoking is one of my secret fetishes; something I don’t realize until I’m in the presence of a smoker.

I had a conversation with a friend last week on something banal- marketing myself as a professional.  On my personal pages, anyway, you see me clothed.  My shirt is buttoned to my neck, followed by a tie.  Straight pants that hide any curves.  A sole indication of being a woman: my heels, nearly shadowed by the low light by the time it hits my feet.

I love playing on fear, and I think an attempt to establish familiarity with that fear makes play that much more intense.  A straight male submissive expects his dominant to have curves and a pair of breasts, but what if the expectations were blown away?  What if I dressed like your male friends at work and took you over my knee?  What if I dressed in your boss’ favorite Armani shirt and disciplined you for your mistakes at work?

Creating fear of the familiar. It makes for fantastic sessions

Mini-Shoot

I decided to have a mini-photo shoot with my new haircut and new braces indulgence. I hope you enjoy looking at these as much I enjoyed shooting them.

1 Week Left to Book, Jacksonville!

Time just flies, eh?  It feels like I made the committment to my Florida trip but five minutes ago.  Now, my flight next week is looming and I still have so much to get done.

So, another reminder:

21-24 July, 2009!

It’s still very much the Double Trouble Trip as I join Ms. Holly in the SouthEast. Separate or apart, rest assured that bottoms WILL BE RED.

The pre-booking window is closing, so I encourage you to contact me before Saturday night.  Once again, I will NOT see anyone same-day. It’s a policy for my saftey and ensures that you will have a well-planned session with me.

I VERY much look forward to warming bottoms in Florida.

…and that’s how it got there!

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:

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…

JACKSONVILLE!!

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.

Tori, The Patron Saint of Disappearance

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…