A Note on Corporal

I find extremes erotic.  A lot of it is buildup and idealizations, and to be honest, once the extreme act is completed, I get a sense of complacency.  There is, however, a lot to be said about enjoying the process.

I’m picky about whom I bottom to, especially in the private respect.  I’m not exactly someone who needs a very staged scene, or a script to follow, but the scenes I get the most kick out of have the most buildup.

With something as frightening as having my skin cut open by an implement, or knowing I’ll be positioned in a manner in which I couldn’t hold after impact, I have to mentally shift prior to even entering the room.  I have to be freshly showered, I have to be well-dressed, my eyebrows have to be perfect.  I set a playlist on my iPod and try to relax on the subway ride/cab ride/train ride down.

There’s an elegant distance to a corporal session.  Domestic scenes are very intimate, there’s a lot of raw emotion and it gets to be let out in a safe, comfortable environment.  No matter how difficult the scene will be, there will likely be a pair of arms to be embraced by, or at least an approving smile.

Corporal has a sexy coldness to it.  There is a silent understanding, an unspoken set of rules to be followed, and no questions and no begging for it to end.  It’s my opportunity to man up.  I want to play with the big boys- this is it…

I remember- years ago- having my first elegant corporal session.  There was no dinner beforehand, no pre-session-getting-to-know-you drink, this was standard communication and terms agreement.  It was getting off to the right start.

I still remember the color temperature of the light bulbs in the hotel hallway.  My photo background couldn’t help me in naming the exact Kelvin [5600?  No, that's sunlight...] and the lead butterflies in my stomach threatened to buckle my knees.  The perfectly wrapped canes jutted out of my bag [pre-signature Met bag.  A light cloth hobo bag I picked up in Tokyo], my ragged purse under my arm.  I felt small long before he even opened the door.

And the session was everything I expected it to be.  The immediate, severe belting, after I was told to completely undress. The anxiety of being on all fours, with my chest pressed down, leaving my thighs completely exposed.  The sheen of sweat that formed on the pillows as I heard the first of two canes being sliced through the air behind me.

The best part of it, was working within those unspoken restrictions.  Keeping silent though my natural reaction was to cry out. That delicious stretch of my arms between cane strokes and my breath catching in my throat when it made its landing.  Never during that time was there any comforting touch, nor any sympathy.  It was almost selfish…at points I couldn’t wrap my head around his enjoyment of the act…there was just me and that push to painful perfection.

I hope it looked as good as it felt.

Tori Takes Inventory

My 25th came and went.  Along with it my ability to say that i’m in my early twenties…rats…darn…stars…more rats…

The day itself was very quiet, but the days leading up to it were secretly fun and loaded with adventure.  Old friends popped up in the most interesting of ways.  And I still had room for an adventure or two.  I hope I get more adventures…

Anyways, inventory!  Most certainly not of my life, but…my toybag! [or drawer, in my case].

Well, there’s my Ralph Lauren belt [I'm not all that fashion-conscious...I love this belt for all the wrong reasons...;) ]

Then there’s my paddles from Daniel at Spankinc.

And brushes and wood things I’ve broken over the years:

I’m having trouble digging up photos of my thicker Hollywood Hair wave brush, my thicker canes, my well-worn belt from childhood, my soft leather belts… and I haven’t pulled out my black acrylic cane yet…

As you know, it’s never enough.  So, here’s what I’ve had my eye on:

The Arkansas Prison Strap, from London Tanners.  If this is the same one from memory, I used it on a gentleman in serious need of correction and fell in love with this strap.

The CP Ruler.  My rule for shopping is always, one for work, and one for my partner.  My partner and I settled on this beauty.  I forever kid about his vast collection of wood implements.  I keep telling him to spice it up with a little leather.

If I could I’d buy up the whole site.  I would, hands down.  I haven’t been on a good shopping spree in quite a while.

Speaking of leather, I love this ad:

Happy 25th Birthday to Me

Tori’s in the Top 5

I’m pleased to share that my clips have been in Holly’s Clips4Sale Top Five for the last month!  Thank you to all who have downloaded my clips, I can see you guys have really enjoyed them!  I can’t tell you how much fun I had, so much so that I’m quite eager to give a repeat performance…;)

Expect more fabulous clips in the near future!  The lovely Goddess Damiana makes a second visit and prepare to be blown away by Ms. Cassandra Park’s clips.

In related news, don’t forget that Holly also has an Images4Sale store.  Many of you know that I am a photographer by training- these are examples of my adult still work.  Check them out, I’d love to hear what you guys think!

Shopping

When I first moved to NYC,  a then-friend showed me an ad for Purple Passion.  It was a place I knew of from conversations in AOL chat rooms in high school, this mysterious place in the ether of Chelsea that had the right kind of latex, the right kind of implements.  My then-friend made and broke dates with me to go.  We had a certain anxiety about actually stepping in, and looking back, I’m confident I would have made a complete ass of my wide-eyed, 19-year old self.

But, I digress.  The place stopped being a mystery not too long after I left my first internship at a nearby gallery.  One fine day I stepped off the A train and *poof* Purple Passion made itself known, as if it appeared from the dark brick face of 20th street.

I went in looking for a cane.  I was excited, our pre-session conversations were delightful and the confidence through his e-mails felt almost romantic [ah, being a new professional bottom...;) ].  I took the train down and took a slow walk in the brisk October air.

My first time felt not too  different from when I used to hit indie record stores as a teen.  It was dark, there were piles of flyers and the place was chock full of things I wanted to bring home with me all in one sweep.  I gently ran my hands over the $300 Gallery Serpentine corsets and though they were for cross-dressers, mostly, admired my reflection in the rows of shiny shoes.

I finally decided on a slim, 17 inch cane, with a rubber handle.  I walked up and watched as the cashier prepared a flat paper wrap for my purchase.  I handed over my payment and walked out with the light purple packet in hand.

I know in New York, no one cares.  I wasn’t looking for stares upon stepping back outside.  But I felt what I suppose people with secret vibrators feel: this dirty electric charge running through me!

I had a secret, I purchased a implement of pain in the search for pleasure. I kept fingering the paper around the cane, to keep the internal tension up.  Maybe people could tell where I was, or perhaps the awkward pole sticking out of my black Met Museum bag was enough to catch every passerby’s eye.

I feel this every time I make my way to a session, especially when I do an outcall.  I feel like a spy carrying a kinky secret.  When I wear my little leather boots, I fantasize about buying one of those Emma Peel numbers, and magically start to hear Battleflag by the Lo-Fidelity Allstars…

In the three years that I have been in this business, I still forget how sexy my secret can be.  I still forget how much I enjoy what goes into building my sessions, not just what takes place.  When I shop for work clothes, they’re a pleasure to slip on, knowing they’ll have a certain effect on whom I’m playing with that night.  Always button-down shirts, always pencil skirts, always smart, fitted sweaters. I dress like any 9-5′er, any office assistant, any office manager, but no one has the slightest idea as to what they were chosen for…

I keep things discreet, always.  No one thinks much of a woman in a button-down blouse, modest skirt and two purses.  Even the purple stalk from my cane didn’t bat much of an eye as I sat in the bar at the W, waiting for my client.  But I can’t help but wonder who else is in on the signalling game.  Someone as plain-clothed as me, who knows all too well what my eager smile and awkward packet mean.

Someone who brushes past me just so–as if saying Hello, I see you…and hope you have fun…

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

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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.