What makes demure Kaitlyn Ashley turn to a dominatrix (Crystal Breeze)?  Does it have something to do with the exotic tastes of her new lover, the recently widowed Buck Adams?  Buck's also her doctor, and his diagnosis leaves her not only on death's door but yearning to go out with a bang!

The fact that a lab mix-up has given her the wrong results is built into the story early on, making Sexual Healing more of a black comedy than a weepy melodrama, and a fine forum for Buck and Kaitlyn's thespic talents.

Buck's still pining over his dead wife and fantasizing about getting laid - sometimes by the female Spectre of Death, as in the heavenly opener with Jamie Lee, who receives Buck's corporeal cock in her ass.

Buck plays an erotic version of The Ghost and Mr. Muir as his dead darlin' (Kirsty Waay) visits him in the shower for a brief poke and lip-splattering "X-orcism."  The depression is lifted when Kaitlyn pays him a visit.  You guessed it: love at first sight!

In the scorching dominatrix session, Kaitlyn's blindfolded, nipple-clipped, stuck in the ass with a horse-tail whip, and dribbled upon with hot wax.  This gives Buck a major woody, so he's granted the chance to finish her off.

The story's unsophisticated resolution, however, comes out of left field.  Writer/Director Paine's forté is clearly with the visuals.