Oishii means delicious in Japanese, and the beautiful kimono and corset-clad submissive here bearing the name is unquestionably that, as is the torment that she endures for her hooded Master.

In five scenes paralleling the five stages of grief (swapping Negotiation for Depression), Oishii is pushed to the breaking point. Tears stain her pain-flushed cheeks while she submits to rough bondage and sexual treatment, hot wax and clothes pins, collar and leash. Her beautiful breasts are clamped and slapped, her pussy and ass pleased and tortured with vibration, her geisha-painted mouth stuffed with ball gag or cock.

Dialogue is non-existent, because nothing needs to be said. Lighting is dim and amber, the room lit by small electric lanterns on the rough floor. Paint is peeling, and the most perfect thing in the room is Oishii and her suffering.