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Where is he?

Recite.

I do not want to be the leader.

I want a man lying over me.

Always over me.

His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality,

the touchstone, the command, my pivot.

I don't mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically.

But as a woman, of God, as a woman, I want to be dominated.

I will be pursued, fucked, possessed, by the will of a male, at his time,

his bidding.

Did you sleep?

A little.

Let me see how you did.

You know, my real name is Susan.

Get out of my house, Susan.

What?

Go find your husband and get out of my house.

Is this part of the test?

Find your husband and get the fuck out of my house.

Susan.

I was just leaving.

Please, stay at the room.

Where's Nick?

Probably taking on Tyson.

What?

He punched me in the jaw.

I'm sorry.

It's alright.

We're even now.

Even?

That's... Moronic.

That's men.

Anyway, not that it matters, but I have his blessing.

Why should I care?

It's over.

You don't believe in God, do you, honey?

The people I work for seldom do.

It's not your husband that's making you miserable, or that the home you built

together, it's your...

Lack of faith.

Your lack of polarizing focus.

You need something to worship.

That's emptiness as you battle.

The puzzle wasn't put together wrong.

It's just incomplete.

And since you're far too pragmatic for that spirit in the sky paradigm,

might I be so bold as to offer a slightly more tangible alternative?

What?

Me.

You?

Yes.

How?

You go home.

You comfort your husband.

You give him the kind of family that he wants.

You do it all, not because it's right or wrong, or because it's what you think

people expect of you.

You do it all for me.

When do I see you?

I will see you if and when I like.

And I'll be cruel to you, honey.

And distant.

I'll even lie.

But you'll know that my cruelty is just a test of your faith.

And that my love for you, it's your failure right now, is real.

What if that's not enough?

You need an ambivalent God for now.

I see.

You're just trying to get rid of me.

Familiarity breeds contempt, honey.

Just listen to yourself.

An hour ago you were pledging your undying

loyalty, and now you're treating me like Nick.

I am not.

You're an emotional liability.

I can't bring that sort of energy into my household.

Maybe in a year's time.

A year?

I can't stand another day.

You've bared your soul to me these past few months.

And please know, I do understand.

I know that you need guidance.

I know that you crave experience.

But if you want all that with me, you're going to have to wait.

You're going to have to despair a little.

Harden into something that can be molded.

But if that's not for you, please, by all means, consider me a friend always.

Wait!

What do I do?

It starts as two most worthwhile things.

With a ritual.

Self-flagellation.

50 strokes.

Alternating.

Right shoulder, left shoulder.

Count out loud.

And when you are done, I want you to wait for me on the dining room table.

On your back, arms and legs spread wide.

Understand?

Yes, sir.

You may begin.

What is it?

How'd you meet him?

George?

Yes, George.

I came here for a party.

How long have you been married?

Two, three years.

Why the Spanish Inquisition?

Just kiss me.

When's his birthday?

What?

When's his birthday?

July.

July what?

July what?

You don't know.

Come on, Nick.

You should have known.

I should have known why.

What are you, a prostitute?

Nick, wait.

Untie her!

Now!

Okay.

Nick?

We're going home, honey.

I'm sorry, honey.

But it seems as if playtime is over with for tonight.

Your husband is having a morality attack.

Fucking deviant, hurry up.

Deviant?

Wow.

As in to deviate from society.

Is that what you're getting at?

What's your point?

My point, Nick, is that I could give a flying fuck about what society thinks of me.

But you, my friend, most certainly do.

I'm not your friend.

We're leaving.

Take your wifelet.

Deviate back to your little saucy little love nest.

For what I'm sure will be a rousingly sexless post-mortem.

I'm going to bed.

No!

Honey!

No, we had a deal.

We can talk about it later.

I'm not leaving.

Please, please sir, don't send me away.

Don't talk to him like that!

I have wanted this for so long.

This was the only thing that could have saved us, Paul.

It was the only thing!

Martha.

I'm drunk.

I need a drink.

Perhaps you'll be both using our camp.

I know what's going on here, you know.

What's going on where?

With you and that woman, Martha.

She's not your wife.

Yeah, okay.

I never said she was.

Maybe you didn't.

You implied it.

Why does it matter who she is?

Pussy's pussy.

Is that what you'd have me think?

I think it all.

Martha's a beautiful woman willing to give you anything you want.

And your complaint is that I'm not married to her?

No.

You don't love her.

I love Susan.

I love Honey.

That's the difference.

It was even.

And you made it uneven.

Can I ask you a question, Nick?

What's Honey doing in this deal?

What do you want from her so badly that you want to let a total stranger tie her

up, whip her, and fuck her?

Maybe you're in the gas.

Is that it?

Because if you are... Children.

She said if I help her get this out of her system, she'll give me children.

It's been a long night.

Maybe we should... You'll never forgive me for this, you know.

We've been this close to separating for years.

All her romantic notions, books.

This was all her idea.

Shit.

I love her.

I would do anything and anything to keep her.

I don't expect you to understand.

I suppose I haven't given you any reason to.

Where are you going?

Nick, I'd like you to meet my wife of seven years.

Camille.

Did you notice that?

It's one of our rules.

She's not supposed to look me in the eyes.

Ever?

No, not ever.

It's whenever we're playing our game.

We had a game tonight.

It was her idea.

Tell him, Camille.

I was to be your maid, sir.

Yes, you were.

You weren't very good, though.

How were you?

I suppose not, sir.

She supposes not.

Lean over the table and present your ass to Nick.

She needs to be punished for looking me in the eye.

Here's your chance to make things even.

I'm offering you the woman that I love.

Spank her, fuck her.

Any ass, more the pussy.

She'll take both.

Do it, Nick.

I can't.

You can't?

I thought you wanted to be even.

Not like this.

Like how?

Like how, Nick?

I want it to...

I don't know.

Take her, Nick.

Take her right now.

This is your chance.

No judgment, no society.

Deviate a little.

You have to reduce them.

The way a mother reduces coal...

into a diamond.

Steady application.

Pressure and strength.

Purely devoid of emotion.

It's what she needs.

Until you can learn to be that for her.

Train yourself to be the trainer.

She will never respect you.

See it in her eyes.

See how cold they are.

Come on, boy.

You can do it.

Buck her.

I can't.

Sure you can.

You're a man, aren't you?

No.

Yes.

But I can't.

Why not?

Because I want it to bother you.

To bother me?

Mmm.

Oh.

Oh.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Oh.

Oh, oh.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Oh, no!

Oh...

Oh...

Oh...

You wanted to pervert!

Oh...

Come, you piece of slut!

Come on, doesn't need to get turned into an animal!

Dr. Pervert's mind!

Oh...

Oh...

Oh...

Oh... Oh...

Come on, come on...

Come on, come

on...

Come on, come on...

Oh...

Oh...

You suck that cock!

You have to eat my cock!

Eat my cock, you little slut!

Ah...

Ah...

Ah...

Ah... Ah...

Ah...

Oh... Go, go, go, go...

Ah...

Evening.

Now I'm gonna find a corner and get blindingly drunk.

Just make it so she never wants to come here again, okay?

Yes, sir?

Are you sure?

Yes, sir.

Look at me.

You sure you're okay?

I guess before I... It's fine.

Really.

I love you.

I know.

That was for earlier.

You get your ass back to bed.

Georgie...

Georgie... Where are you?

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

You went that away.

Forgive the mess.

It's a maids night off.

Were you having a party?

An anniversary party.

Followed by the symphony.

We caught the end.

I love music.

How long have you and Martha been married?

Martha and I aren't married.

Oh, come on.

Mmm.

This is yummy.

Are you in good health?

Do you always keep cake on your table?

Do you have any medical conditions I should be aware of?

Oh, I get it.

This is like great expectations.

And you're Miss Havisham.

She left her wedding cake on her dining room table uneaten for years and years.

Did she?

Yes, she was pining.

And you're stalling.

I am not.

Stop smiling.

This isn't going to work.

No.

No.

No, I really want this.

I really do.

I can stop smiling.

See?

We tried this once.

Strip.

Hurry up.

Faster.

I didn't say stop.

All of it.

Shoes too.

I like to leave my shoes on.

I like to leave my shoes on, sir.

I like to leave my shoes on, sir.

Suppose it is a question.

May I leave my shoes on, sir?

No, you may not.

But they make me feel sexy, sir.

I don't want you to feel sexy.

I want you to feel submissive.

Take them off.

Open your mouth slightly.

Spread your legs apart.

Wider.

Lock your arms behind your back and stand up straight.

Cast your eyes forward.

You no longer have permission to look me in the face.

Better.

Now, in your letters, you told me it was your wish to feel objectified.

Well, consider your wish granted.

So now you are an object.

My object.

No longer a person with free will, but a thing.

A thing with holes to fuck.

A thing to be used for pleasure.

To cover and bruises, piss and cum.

Isn't that right?

Yes, sir.

When something goes in the mouth hole, the thing's only job is to suck.

Understand?

Uh-huh.

Don't talk.

Let's begin.

You're going to hurt me, aren't you?

Yes, I'm going to hurt you, honey.

That's what you're here for.

But I'm not going to harm you.

What is it?

Do you need any of this?

Have you lost your fucking mind?

Well?

No, sir.

I couldn't sleep.

Maybe you needed something.

Maybe I could... I'm stopping this.

Please.

I'm fine.

Let me play for you.

Wait.

Play.

What a dump.

What?

I said, what a dump.

Christ, I heard you.

Look at this rug, for example.

It's covered in stains.

Disgusting.

A travesty.

Perhaps we should have the help do a bit of spot cleaning.

Camille, when you're done with what you're

doing, you're going to take care of this carpet.

Yes, ma'am.

Perhaps we should just have her take care of my carpet instead.

Martha has a very dirty carpet.

That's true, Martha.

You're filthy.

Like a pig.

The filthiest little piggy at the fair.

You'd take up a ribbon, for sure.

Piggy Martha don't want a ribbon.

Piggy Martha wants a prize.

A prize?

A big Georgie sausage.

You don't deserve a prize, Martha.

Why Martha not deserve a big Georgie sausage?

Because Martha had enough sausage at dinner.

Besides, we're having guests.

Guests?

Now?

Yes.

Guests now.

Who?

A couple.

I don't know them.

Complete strangers.

That's always fun.

How about a drink?

Camille?

Light or fluid?

What do you want, Martha?

Before having a party, I want champagne.

I don't see the harm in popping a few corks.

How am I doing?

You're a regular Rucker Howard, darling.

Who are these people again?

A vanilla couple.

I've been corresponding with a woman for months now.

Her husband keeps her trapped in the suburbs.

Thrilling.

And let me guess.

She stays at home all day, dittling away to images of you on the interwebs.

Until...

Until one day she gets up the courage to write me a seven-page letter about how

she's been liking and a particular kind of discipline in her life.

The kind her husband can't provide.

The letters continue.

I counsel the little lamb for free.

I'm very altruistic of you.

Thank you.

And eventually she asks to meet.

Of course.

But the $35,000 question is, how does she get her husband to come along?

The same way that women get men to do anything in this crazy, mixed-up world.

She withheld sex.

Why, Georgie, are we having a filthy key party?

You just be a sporting lass and focus your charms on good old Mr. Vanilla Bean.

Get it?

Got it.

Good.

After you're done, you can greet the guests.

Do that, or you'll be dismissed.

Dismissed, sir?

Yes, you can go to bed.

But now?

Is there a problem?

No, sir.

Hi, we're here to see you.

They're expecting you.

Can you sign the guestbook for me, please?

You have to sign something?

I got it.

You want to take the stairs all the way to the very top.

Thank you.

What was that about?

Mr. and Mrs. were gay?

Pauline Rayage.

She wrote the story of O.

That was her pen name, anyway.

The story of who?

The story of O, Paul.

It's a book.

I thought using her name would make for an amusing alias.

I thought our aliases were honey and neck.

They are.

Which is just another literary reference that flies straight over your head.

So why do we need two aliases?

Just to think.

How about I just go home?

That is so typical.

I knew you would pull this crap.

Even the other night, you were holding me in your

arms, telling me how important my aliases to you.

I knew it.

I could feel it in the back of my throat like a fucking lump.

I knew you would pull this crap.

Because you're a sap, Paul.

You're a big dripping log of sap.

Really?

A sap?

As in a sap who takes care of you?

Who pays the bills while you sit at home on the couch

eating baubas and versing yourself in erotic literature?

It's my prison library.

I wish I had the time to read.

I wish I had the luxury of knowing who Paul fucking or gay is.

Cliché.

I work for a living.

Sorry.

God.

Somebody has to put food on the table.

Cliché.

God.

Just stop.

Just fucking stop talking already.

We're acting like crazy people.

They're going to hear us.

Hi.

My husband and I were just having a marital spat.

You know how that is.

Do you?

Are you married?

I... I'm honey.

I'm Nick.

May I take your coat?

Hello, kids.

Come in.

Don't be shy.

Who wants a drink?

Martha, would you get the kids a drink?

Never mind.

What do you have?

Vodka soda's fine.

We have champagne.

Martha here is drinking champagne.

Well, not right now, but she was and she will again as soon as we're done with her.

Isn't that right, Martha?

Uh-huh.

I'll have some champagne.

Excellent choice, honey.

Sit down.

Sit.

How about a little game to break the ice?

Yes?

Good.

I like to call it the Wheel of Misfortune.

Anywhere you assist me.

Sure.

Wonderful.

Here's how it works.

I will ask you, honey, to spin the wheel.

The wheel will stop on a category clearly marked on the rug.

And Nick will be asked a question.

He gets it right, your team wins a point.

He gets it wrong, I beat the shit out of Martha.

Clear?

Good.

Can you please spin that wheel?

Current events.

In 1982, President Reagan publicly fired striking members of what profession?

I have to answer you're going to hit her?

No.

You have to answer right, or I'm going to hit her.

I don't want to play.

Sorry, Nick.

There's no forfeit.

You can pass the honey or spin again.

Listen, George.

Pass the honey or spin again.

Spin.

Honey, spin that wheel.

Really put your back into it.

Entertainment.

The first Broadway rock musical opened in 1968 and became a film in 1979.

What was that title?

I pass to honey.

Honey, do you know the answer?

Sure she does.

She has every soundtrack, every musical ever written.

Don't you, honey?

I don't know.

Sure you do.

Think about it.

I'm sorry.

Don't apologize to me.

Honey?

Honey?

Honey, answer the question.

Honey?

Honey, answer the question.

Honey, you know the answer.

I know you do.

Honey?

Honey, answer the fucking question!

Here.

Is that right?

I have no idea.

The answer is not on the cards.

But you do, don't you?

You know it's right.

It's right.

You can Google it.

I don't need to.

Well, that was a fun game.

What do we do next?

Should we let Martha decide?

Hand seek.

Surprise!

Thank you for the gift you gave me every day of finding my life.

We've seen this room before, haven't we?

It's a nice one.

It has a couple of storages.

About to get her one more.

She's very nice, sir.

Would you like one?

Yes, sir.

I missed you.

I missed you too.

Just going to chisel a little.

How is it, sister?

I'm fucking burned out of it.

Aren't you, baby?

You won't scream, my sister.

Yes, brother.

Arch your back, remember?

Yes, brother.

Arch your back.

Stop kidding after this.

Yes, brother.

Thank you.

Those marks only lasted a week.

Don't worry, we'll get all of you.

I know it hurts most when you're gentle on me, because I

know it'll hurt so much fucking more after this, brother.

Watch your mouth.

Sorry, brother.

I know that's not very belong.

I know that's not very belong either.

Yes, brother.

Yes, brother.

That'd be nice.

Make sure you get all of you, though.

Thank you for being so kind, brother.

You're welcome.

You know what, that's the sign, right?

No, I'm going to have to do this again exactly as pink as pink.

Oh, that's right.

That's right.

Not too tight, is it?

That's not where the pain comes from.

Oh, brother.

The pain comes from you, brother.

This is the one that's been with us.

This is the one that's been with us.

What?

This is the one we used last time.

You know more of this?

Rule number one.

What is it?

Posture.

Are you sure?

Presentation.

I'm sorry.

That involves posture, but it's more of this.

It's more than just that, isn't it?

Yes, but...

What else is it?

You're being very good.

Thank you.

But...

No.

No.

Are you sick?

Yes.

I think you do it pretty well.

Thank you.

21.

20?

Not 21.

18.

There's a good spot.

19.

19, brother.

He's got two more, though.

No, he's at 21.

Head back.

Watch your head.

Maybe we should redo the experiment with the clamps, huh?

See if I'm any better this time.

I wish you wouldn't, brother.

Oh, God.

You wish I would?

Would not.

Please don't.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Yes, I'm sure.

Please don't.

Please, please, please.

Please don't.

Thank you.

I didn't say I'm not going to.

You can do whatever you like, brother.

Oh, I know.

Stand up straight.

Knees straight.

Oh, please.

I'm sorry.

Compose yourself.

Thank you for correcting me.

How

many more should you get?

Six, brother.

Six.

Team?

One, brother.

Two, brother.

Three, brother.

Five, brother.

Six, brother.

Seven, brother.

Eight, brother.

Nine, brother.

Ten, brother.

Eleven, brother.

Twelve, brother.

Thirteen.

Fourteen.

Four?

Fourteen.

Fourteen.

Fourteen is a beautiful number, brother.

It might have been four.

It was definitely fourteen.

One.

Two.

Three, brother.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

Eleven.

Twelve.

Thirteen.

Fourteen.

Fifteen.

Sixteen, brother.

We agreed on sixteen, right?

We agreed that you can do whatever you like to me, brother.

I'm so glad you said that.

Is that eighteen or two, brother?

That's beyond count.

Whatever I see.

Is there anything else?

Ah!

Ah!

Please stop.

Please stop.

Please.

Please.

Please.

There's no skin left, please.

Well, there's always skin left, yeah?

Please, brother.

Look at all this nice skin right here.

Please, mercy.

Ha ha ha ha.

Ah!

No!

No!

No!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Ah!

Oh!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

His!

His!

Ah!

Ah!

Show me a massage.

What is that?

Stick it out.

Let me see it.

Give it to me right now.

I love when they tell me to do it.

Ah!

I said.

..

Arch your ass as far out as you're going to get it from me.

All the way out.

All the way out.

All the way out.

I want it arched.

All the way arched.

All the way arched.

You and I can have some fun right now.

Ah!

Stick it out.

Stick it out.

Stick it out.

Stick it out.

Stick it out.

Stick it out.

Come on.

Come on.

Nice and wide for me.

Nice and wide for me.

I want you to put that ass all the way out.

Do not screw up.

Put it out.

Come on.

Stay with me.

Stay with me.

Stay with me.

Ah!

Very good.

You're doing really good.

Ah!

You're doing so good right now.

Thank you so much.

You're doing such a good job.

Uh-huh.

Ah!

Now work on the back for a bit.

Back.

Back.

Give it to me next.

That pretty back.

That pretty back.

That pretty back.

That pretty back.

That pretty back.

Nice.

Nice.

Nice.

Nice.

Good.

Very good.

Very good.

Very good.

Bring me up.

Here we go.

Here we go again.

Okay.

There

was a beautiful scene.

There was a beautiful scene.

There we can hear the brothers.

There we can hear the brothers.

There we can hear the brothers.

Ah!

Totally fine.

All right.

Here we go.

Actually, could I have a sip of water?

Water.

Ah!

No?

I was going to stop here instead.

Oh, that's so nice.

You know...

Okay,

two more and then you can fall down.

Two more and you can collapse, okay?

And then one more and you can fall down.

One more and you're done.

One more.

You got more notion.

You.

What about you?

What about you?

How many more do you want?

How many more do you want?

Oh, okay.

So how about those?

I asked you a question.

Do you want to try that?

Okay, good.

Smart girl.

You never, ever agree to do shit in the limousine.

Ever.

But this isn't new.

We've done this before.

How about that?

I lied.

Oh!

I am so close to sorting.

Fuck!

Oh yeah.

I know.

Oh no, not this again.

Fuck!

Oh God!

Oh!

Yeah!

That's why I have these guardians, darling.

Bravo, bravo!

I'm missing y'all.

It's not supposed to be easy.

We'll be back around 11.

Make sure the lounge is clean.

The dining room can wait till morning.

Find your husband.

And get the fuck out of my house.

Susan!

Let's go home.