Lesbian Slaves

Lorelei Lee

We held back on publishing this movie for over a year. This is one of the most intense and unique harsh BDSM episodes we have ever shot or witnessed. Lorelei Lee finds herself in strict suspension bondage, viciously slapped and shocked, and masterfully taken through a whole spectrum of emotions by Chanta Rose. Her body is punished with spanking, whipping and tight bondage; her cunt lips are abused with heavy clamps; and her ass is fucked hard and deep by Chanta’s large strapon cock. Finally Lorelei is ordered to worship Chanta’s feet if she wants to be invited back for more.

MOBY DICK OR THE CELLO ANGUISH WAITING FOR THE FINAL STROKE. ?She’s blowing! She’s blowing!? - ?Who that?? - ?The white WH…? - ?White whORE?? - ?White whALE!? - ?Are you saying Chanta or Lorelei are whales?? - ?Whales, whores : that’s just the same, stupid ass! Haven’t you ever noticed whales have a cello form? And that women are chased by men with harpoons?? - ?I don’t understand nothing to this language mess!? - That’s very simple : Moby Dick is this white form of the dreams, into the shivering lines of which the contraries get married, we are in search of for our whole life ; then suppose Moby Dick reduced by chance to the living cello form of Lorelei for our private pleasure in our home basement, with Chanta Rose as a cellist : we get the music, the music of pleasure in pain at its best. I leave the metaphors. Every thing is magical in this shoot which deserves the podium of the best CB ones ever. The first shoot of Lorelei and Chanta was the most beautiful of CB shoots in my mind, but this one outclasses the precedent at every level. Because I wasn’t willing to analyse the shoot, I have superposed the images of the whale, the whore and the cello. For the sublime bow of Chanta and the supreme sound of cello of Lorelei make the music, and what music! From wild ******* sensibility, eager for sensations, through porn human experience of sufferance in hard bondage and orgasm as reward, towards the spiritual beauty of art : the art of drawing out the best from a relation of sub and dome. A magnificent moment of grace, complicity, interaction between talk and screams, acceptation of pain, meanness of punishments (cattle prod - argh! I have sworn not to analyse), transfiguration of the face, rhythm of doming… A pure moment of grace. A masterpiece.

– regisjean