The fated day has arrived on the doorstep like a shrink wrapped black cat omen looking for Smut’s cream. When I first touched the dvd my fingers tingled w/ excitement and careless despair. Is it wrong for me to look forward to this kind of stuff? Am I damned? When I die and if I wake up in hell, will Melissa be there in her gleaming black Vader-esque dom dress w/ Asmodeus? That was my thought process when I watched the intro clip of infernally decadent imagery. That alone wins Smut’s aesthetic admiration for this fine disturbing pop art conception. Below Frank Wank's socks, shovels, spark bursts in skulls, sediments and strata straight into hell like that feeling you got when you first listened to Slayer. It hits the first scene into a grim room for sick sado-bon-dom games. Pardon me... I’ve got to get my thoughts together in my nimbus-blessed head above tuned to the one lurking below towering in my groin forest like a sinful antenna before I go deeper into Melissa's abyss.