Cindy's Correction

Happy New Years! Let's get the New Year started with my kind of right - BDSM movies! Actually I'm going someplace special with this that I'll explain later this afternoon but now let us take a look at one of the nominees for Best BDSM Release "Cindy's Correction."

Things start off rather lackluster (and sadly stay that way) with Cindy's Master calling her into view of the camera then berating her for not wearing her heels, and apparently having another Master on the side. Throughout the scenes both performers move and speak with a singular lack of enthusiasm that makes it hard to feel Cindy's pain or her Master's ire. Though her ass and back are turned a rosy red rather quickly Cindy barely struggles and simply apologizes over and over, punctuated with irregular exclamations of "ow."

Use of a single tripod mounted camera lends to a very limited viewing experience. When her Master demands tears, we're unable to see them, or even if Cindy complies, because he has her kneeling with her back to the camera, his head is cut off in many scenes and we can hardly see anything at all of the action limited thought it is. Same goes with the wax burning scene we're too far away to see the wax dripping and have to take Cindy's and her Master's word for the actual action. At no point is the audience treated to a close up view of Cindy's supposed distressed expression.

The most disappointing bit about this one was that Cindy whines but doesn't cry, constantly whines. I hate whining, so at the same time I must give credit where credit is due - all her lackluster begging did have the effect of working me into a much greater fury than her Master exhibited, giving me the urge to charge into the scene, take away his toys and show both of them what "correction" really means passed through me a few times.

Whatever occasional correction Cindy might need it's pretty obvious that she's already been broken. No struggling, light restraints if any and minimum punishment topped off with nothing in the scenes that sparks the imagination for something you might like to take to your own play at home. After the first ten minutes I was bored, at half an hour I was begging much more enthusiastically then Cindy for release. The best bits - use of the dog cage seen in the corner throughout the film, costume play, application of a chastity belt and the humiliation of being forced to drink from a saucer don't come until the second half of "Cindy's Correction" and by then most will be bored silly.