Three Asian girls learn the ropes from some of the S/M industry's most experienced Masters. This isn't Nikkatsu, though - this is California, where the domination game is played gently, without dramatic flair and is painful only in its deliberation. Maya Sato could probably break Sharon Kane's neck. She's a tough Bond Girl with rock-hard tits and ass and an unbreakably stoic composure. Her brick-like endurance doesn't receive much of a test. No masochist could feel satisfied with the few lackadaisical slaps on the ass that Kane metes out, nor from a clit cropping that wouldn't bruise a housefly. Kane pulls out a circular plastic laundry hanger (an unfrighteningly domestic piece of dungeon equipment) and attaches the small plastic clothespins - made for socks and underwear - to Maya's muscular labia without incident. Sterling is even more reserved with Missy. She offers herself to the old man: "Teach me, oh master, I am your spud." But the elderly disciplinarian can only rouse himself to bind her cuddly flesh and paddle her nipples pedagogically before retiring. Eric Edwards, on the other hand, does make an attempt to match the malevolent creativity of his Pacific Rim counterparts. Plump and tender Sue gets her hair pulled and tied (bondage coiffure?). Edwards then attacks another fetish subsection by pulling out her tongue and running a rope around her tongue piercing, attaching each end to a nipple. When whipped, her tongue jerks out at every involuntarily twitch of pain.