One of the greatest joys in BDSM is that a good play session can transport you to another place. Within the confines of your scene, only you and your partner exist: the whole world shrinks down to the feel of someone’s fingers pulling back on your hair, the kiss of supple leather against exposed skin.

In this film Scarlot and Willow are building that world, constructing their own private bubble moment by moment. A chair, a rug, a way to kneel. Titles, safewords, house rules. Willow’s eyes wide as she cries and squirms, bottom high in the air. A collection of toys on the mantelpiece...

One of the greatest joys in BDSM is that a good play session can transport you to another place. Within the confines of your scene, only you and your partner exist: the whole world shrinks down to the feel of someone’s fingers pulling back on your hair, the kiss of supple leather against exposed skin.

In this film Scarlot and Willow are building that world, constructing their own private bubble moment by moment. A chair, a rug, a way to kneel. Titles, safewords, house rules. Willow’s eyes wide as she cries and squirms, bottom high in the air. A collection of toys on the mantelpiece.

This, as Scarlot says to the sore, red, eye-opened Willow kneeling at her feet at the end, is only the beginning.