Editing and sound quality: they can make or break a video. They didn't make this one. Stephen Marcato wears baggy denim jeans and a leather hood while tormenting a shy, kinky blonde, and eventually his previously vanilla girlfriend as well. Somehow, even though he has easily identifiable tattoos, the girls don't realize who he is until the mask comes off at the end of the tape. So much for powers of observation. But you can't expect too much imagination from someone who insists they have no limits. The dungeon itself is quite nice in a deliciously creepy way, but the play is mostly tepid.