What if I told you there’s a movie that incorporates bondage, choking, costumes, crying, daddy doms, D/s, fear play, financial domination, hair-pulling, high heels, humiliation play, impact play, intoxication, knife play, objectification, predicaments, primal play, public sex, puppy play, roleplay, seduction, stripping, subspace, verbal degradation, voyeurism, and aftercare… and it’s not even a movie about kink?
Sounds far-fetched, I know. But it exists. And it’s fucking excellent.
(FYI, that paragraph above also serves as your list of content warnings for this essay. There will also be spoilers below.)