The third scene detailing TJ Hart's bondage and inevitable discipline is an unsettling combination of torture and eroticism. Too bad it's book-ended by a series of segments that have no beginning, end or cohesion. There is the occasional memorable depraved image. Shay Sights gets crucified, lashed lobster red, has her nipples clamped, mouth ball gagged and howls in pain. Nice, sort of. But there is no memorable Domme or direction.
The videography approximates a stark gothic ambience, but it's mostly a dull and mean-spirited minuet of floundering female-on-female abuse. Top-billed Tiffany Minx is nowhere to be found. Your arousal will suffer accordingly. The packaging and menu indicate the coveted Dolby digital sound. This assists in drawing attention to the annoying, recycled wannabe-atmospheric muzak. It also sounds like the mic on the camera was used. Overall, this is a failed attempt to lure fans of "name" performers into the fetish realm.