Nicole Bass is to a short leather dress what Vince McMahon is to an evening gown. If you've been weaned on common femme-fodder like the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition, you might not get what Bass has to offer on the first viewing. You might not even get it on the second or even the third, for Bass is a taste that's acquired over a length of indoctrination. But this being only her second bondage tape, Bass as a frightening dominatrix with a bellicose, Marine drill sergeant's personality, already has no peers.
Gina Rome moves into the neighborhood and Bass proves to be a nightmare worse than property taxes. With a welcome wagon chokehold, Bass slaps Gina around, ties her to the stairway and paddles her butt bloodshot after which Gina's set free only to endure more wrestling holds includng the vaunted cross-face chicken wing. But Kyle Phillips who suffers award-nominations' humiliation, should be so lucky.
Bass tells Phillips, who I'd venture to say rates a best acting nomination for this one, that she likes breaking and entering and starts humiliating him for singing in his own kitchen "like a gay boy".
"Are you as stupid as you fucking look?!" Bass asks Phillips and begins to prove her point with logic only a sadist could appreciate and humor only those with a true sense of it can possibly embrace. Phillips, who's busted for wearing Pampers and spanked for it, at one point replies that he's a lawyer. Question answered. Bass tells Phillips that he's so passive he makes her fucking sick, and, after forcing him to consume hand soap for swearing at her, raids his refrigerator and disposes its contents on him including chocolate syrup, eggs and shortening. For a finishing touch, Bass twists Phillips' fingers, steps on his toes, handcuffs him to an oven and forces his head inside. Then, after dragging the amazonian Donita around the house with a white garbage bag covering her head, Bass exhorts Donita to worship her feet, an act that solicits extra combat pay and generous dollops of sympathy on Donita's behalf. But, deciding that Donita's paid-for tits are disgusting, Bass really makes her life miserable, and, oops, there's that vaunted, cross-face chicken wing, again. Directed by Lizzy Borden, this feature's a beaut.
