Despite its black-glove-and-leather-blindfold title, Joy of Obeying is decidedly mild in the discipline department - things don't get more severe for its all-European cast than a dog collar around the neck or some harmless chain restraint. There's also a lot of business involving squirt guns filled with what appears to be milk (I hope) that get fired at and into pussies, so if you're really into making messes or playing with food, you've got yourself a fun evening with this title. Otherwise, this is excellent wall-to-wall fucking, with Ricasso putting his girls from various Soviet satellite countries through an Olympic-level decathlon of decadence, including lots of anal (natch for a Euro cast) and ATM. If you like your porn poon on the feral side, Obeying is your cup of blood - all of the gals have that glassy-eyed thousand-yard-stare typical to European porn starlets - you get the feeling that if Ricasso asked any of these gals to bite off one of their bulletheaded male castmates' cocks, they'd do it without batting an eye. My pick for choice stroke material is Candy, a tall-n-tawny ginch who's got a Southern California look and a miraculous set of pre-fab tits - though if you like your front ends on the pneumatic side, you might dig savage blondie Coy Ferrara's ponderous appendages, which test the stretch quotient of her mesh top to its breaking limit. You will have to look past her fearsomely huge teeth and the helium-filled lips that wrap around them, but something tells me you've got it in you to do so.

Each of the gals make a return appearance in a behind-the-scenes extra, where they're soundly dressed-down by director Ricasso, who attempts to communicate with them in the most rudimentary of English terms (“You like to fuck? Fuck? And suck? You suck?”). Naturally, the girls comply - there are just some things that need no translation.