Blond on blond white trash without any panache of gilt save for the same hair colorist is presented over the dismal whir of conditioned air. Just because the mistress fits the stiletto fetish heel does not mean she deserves to hold a flogger.
There are some artistic endeavors here that truly defy description. In the fourth scene, there is a slowing down of the sound that is not attractive and makes no sense. The predictable nature of the sub's mantraic "yes Mistress, more" is annoying, and the lack of real lack of any real presence in front of the lens makes this piece a let down. How can a filmmaker go wrong with two hot looking blonds? It can happen.
Retailing: Retailing: Two for one tickle torture pile.