Director and star Brittany Andrews leads us through several random, unconnected, occasionally bizarre vignettes featuring trampling and smothering. Hapless slave Pony Boy appears in most of them, at one point reading the Bible while costumed in a fake papal robe and hat, before Andrews literally walks all over him. Andrews and Kayla converse cheerfully about how to punish a slave for leaving the toilet seat up, while sitting on his face, and in yet another scene, Andrews and Alaura Eden use a supine slave's chest as a springboard as they bounce around a yellow room.
Good for those who like talk and tease with their trampling, this is fueled almost entirely by Andrews' formidable presence. With her Fran Drescher-like accent and down-to-earth delivery, she's a one-woman force of nature. It's all a bit disjointed and repetitive, but Andrews carries it through. There is one scene involving some clumsy boy-girl fucking that seems out of place with the overall theme.
Retailing: For the trampling and smothering section.