Greta Carlson is a lady of considerably voluptuous sex appeal.  Whether, by extension, that makes mos of the fetish tapes she appears in, considerably sexy or voluptuous, is another matter.

In this mostly shot-on-a-couch feature, Greta, in a variety of ties that bind, first sucks up in a big way to Bill Majors, the master of his domain.  Besides cowtowing verbally and physically to Majors, Greta then has to play up to an uncredited male performer whom I shall nickname as "eyeglasses boy" - for obvious, physical reasons.  Greta gets to make out with eyeglasses boy and gets ball-gagged with a contraption that looks like an old Mickey Cochran catcher's mask.

Majors' return to the scene incites a more physical brand of punishment for Greta beginning with his running a prickly pin spur across her body, followed by foot whipping, tickling, getting hung upside down, then having her head doused in a tub of water.  (Anyone see Shallow Grave, by the way?)

Benign entertainment earmarked for a very distinct audience.