The tone of this effort can be summed up with the simple mention that a solid three minutes and thirty seconds of it was spent watching Star alone in a room, eating, while kneeling on the floor. Words can barely convey the sense of boredom that can set in while watching something like that.

The idea here is that Star has given herself up to be trained for total slavery by Bill Majors. A ludicrous notion since Marc Wolfe is taking care of all of the bondage, and Bill only shows up to limply wave a cane around and talk way too much in a tone of voice vaguely reminiscent of a visit to the dentist's office. Never mind that Bill can't even muster the strength to move Star's wispy body around once she's been bound and is his for the taking.

Things just get bizarre as Bill insists on doing some needle play on Star's breasts without the precaution of latex gloves, despite her requests and protestations.