Let's begin by saying that Sally Roberts in Bondage contains no sex. There is no penetration. There is no nudity. There isn't even a hint that sex might be taking place at some point during the stories.

Let me explain. It's usually not my style to begin a review in a negative way, but I want people to watch Sally Roberts for what it is. If you like sex or tease with your bondage, skip these tapes. But if your turn-on is watching a woman going through every combination of wearing crotch ropes, panty gags, handcuffs, ball gags, hobble skirts, collars, chains, plug gags, cat suits, hog ties, harness gags and spandex hoods, then these tapes are definitely for you.

Sally Roberts is pure, unadulterated bondage for true bondage enthusiasts. With that in mind, I highly recommend these cassettes.

Ms. Roberts, undoubtedly America's bondage sweetheart, obviously enjoys extreme discomfort. The color of passion for most people is red. For Sally, passion comes in two shades – black and blue. If bondage is an art form, then Sally is a Picasso. I learned more about tying knots from Sally than I did during my stint in the Cub Scouts.

The storylines are different on each volume, but they begin and end the same way. The unattractive Susan Blair shows up to torture and torment our lovely heroine. During the whole story, we're led to believe that this horrifying hag is tying up our temptress for our own demented pleasure.

Make no mistake: these tapes don’t play games. They are definitely for real. There are long, lingering shots of Sally's circulation being cut off and the multiple black and blue marks on her arms, legs and face prove the authenticity. But don't fret for Sally. She loves it.