We'd follow the sultry Roxanne Hall anywhere -- even into a papier-mâché handbasket bound for the very depths of Mr. Greene's cardboard-walled Hell. Unfortunately, this volume travels down the frosty road, fraught with minor spankings, croppings, etc. "Tame" is the operative word.
Only in one sequence (in which Roxy is merely an observer) does the action truly become sweaty-palmed. Here, a short-haired gal is clamped by her labia with some kind of swinging pendulum device, while a Mistress-dyke teases her and gets her off with all manner of toys.