Like I should have been able to do with a crappy Linksys wireless router I bought at Best Buy last month, Hunter Rhodes is underwhelmed with the performance of slave Madison Young, whom he purchased at one of those fly-by-night Bay Area slave auctions you see nowadays, and leads the pouty and insouciant thing to trainer Richard Stoutheart.
“Look at my boots,” Rhodes says, horrified. “I’ve been walking around with dirty boots.”
You must understand that everyone in San Francisco lives in a leatherclad BDSM relationship, if not with each other, then at least with traffic on the 101, so exchanges like this are as commonplace up there as Middle-Americans’ disputes over corn silage.
Rhodes drops off Young and Stoutheart immediately leads her to a training room where, like a drill sergeant, he demands she not look him in the eye and that she “toe the line.” He asks why she has been so disobedient.
“Because I’m a bad girl,” she says, sullen.
The response to that very porny remark would determine whether or not I shut off the movie.
“What a bullshit thing to say,” I said to the screen. “You’d better take it out on her.”
“That’s crap,” Stoutheart said, and hoisted up the chains. Whew.
Still, Young continues to maintain her hauteur to the point that Stoutheart clips off her clothes so that she won’t look pretty (this doesn’t work – she looks even better). He demands she kneel. She kneels, but her knees extend over the line. He demands she apologize. She does so, but he isn’t convinced of her sincerity.
“I’m sorry, Line,” she snarks.
What is authentic about the exchange is that she is “topping from the bottom” and will need to be broken in order for her to be “of any use to (her) master.”
By the time her labia are hung with clips and 13 clothespins affixed to various other parts, she seems like she is traveling the road to humility.
Young is caged, flogged, marked, investigated, and humiliated. What is refreshing is that the progression to “good slave” is documented and believable. There are still plenty of moments when the viewer thinks she might relapse, or isn’t feeling it. By the end we are convinced.
It’s worth pointing out that at no time while Young is hanging up there does Stoutheart whip it out and avail himself of his pupil. But he has explained that he is but “an extension of (her) master” and what is truly hardcore about this film is that it errs on the side of documentary.
If Perfection‘s concept were in the hands of a mainstream porn company thinking that a slave training movie might be a good idea to populate a niche market, Young’s sly remarks would be taken at face value rather than punished for being insincere and, of course, she would be fucked in her chains.
The latter possibility would have been pretty damn hot, of course, but not only does that sort of content violate most distributors’ restrictions (penetration while bound) but it, more importantly, would compromise the authenticity of this very real BDSM lifestyle exchange.
Young is returned to Rhodes and is penitent. His boots still aren’t exactly shiny, but she has tried, and relationships are all about compromise.
I am hoping that, once he gets her home, he will have her do practical things rather than just to kneel when told and to stand in certain places in addition to shining his shoes now and then. If she were my slave, I would definitely have her drive over the Bay Bridge, because that commute sucks.
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