TS Pussy Hunters: The Smut Peddlers Part Two Review

Reviewed by Mrz. Neptune Violet  on  4/12/2020

If anything, the most impacting takeaway from this scene is that Helena Locke and Natalie Mars again showcase that they already tremendous actresses. Thus, the fact that they have on-screen chemistry is a bonus that aids the non-acting portions of this physically-impactful encounter.

The scene is rather simply set. Helena Locke is a domme-turned-photographer who is busy at work developing the negatives of her recent shoot with sub-turned-model Natalie Mars. Mars interrupts in the most wanton of manners, clearly cruising for a (wanted, maybe even needed) bruising. Locke indeed obliges, eventually. And then she continues to compel, again, again, and again, in the most spellbinding of erotic and excitingly painful ways.

"You need constant attention. What? You don't get enough attention on the shoots?" With one line of dialogue, Helena Locke drops simultaneously into both her role as a caustic photographer and a stern domme. Two seconds later, Locke has pulled down Mars' leopard-print bra and drops her to her knees while pinching her sensitive nipples. Once on her knees, the moment when Locke begins to fist-fuck Mars' throat, and Mars' eyes roll back in her head immediately is a massive turn on. There's a level of through acceptance of submission Mars shows here that is as much about D/s as it is about cinematic spectacle. It's the moment that absorbs your mind and spirit into the scene for the next 25 minutes.

Are you a fan of watching heavy ass-flogging of a wanton submissive by a femme-butch top whose energy radiates off the screen? That happens here. Natalie Mars' round, firm ass, and heaving chest being soundly thrashed by Helena Locke is undoubtedly exciting. Again, as seems to be the crux of this series, the cinematography highlighting 1950s porn gives way to the sexual intensity of the dominant activity. If anything, Helena Locke's double-breasted houndstooth vest, pleated slacks, and stiletto heels here are as much a throwback as they are intensely on-brand for the aesthetic of both the plot and the action.

The most impressive part of watching any scene involving Helena Locke as a dominant actress is her ability to blend raw sex appeal with submissive humiliation. There's something more profound about how she weaves intense psychological drama into her style of play that makes everything matter so much more. Mars kneels to crawl to worship Locke, but she stops her. What follows is harsh, deep pinching of Mars' nipples, followed by Locke having Mars, while kneeling, suck her thumb as her nose is being pinched shut. Elements of mother/daughter role play and breath play being used as a complement to pain play is as novel as it is intense. Again, it keeps your eyes glued to the screen, too.

The scene switches, and Mars is found, puckered asshole-to-camera, gagged, shackled, with her legs over her head, and whimpering helplessly, on a leather settee. Director Sadie Lola's shot-framing here deserves praise, as the focus is on Mars' famed asshole making its first appearance. Then, her pale skin against a largely grayscale backdrop is genuinely eye-catching and aesthetically pleasing.

Did you need to see back-of-thigh cropping, bastinado, and tight nipple-clamping as done by this duo? Of course. Did you ever think you'd see Natalie Mars' petite, cute, and pink balls be squeezed, then jabbed by Helena Locke? It happens here, and it is one of the more surprising visuals of Mars' already frequently extraordinary career.

The scene ends with yes, Helena Locke fucking and fisting Natalie Mars. Of the laundry list of delicious degradation that occurs in this scene, this impressively follows in a substantial list of all well-delivered devastation. One may believe a scene like this builds to the massive fuck-fest finale. But, there's something about Helena Locke as a BDSM professional that shines through more than her acting ability. She's thorough and has a real mastery of the many arts of the craft. Someone more talented at acting and sex-having than kink-in-general may deliver the peak of the scene with the anal activity. However, Locke provides in both realms and just how delightfully overwhelmed, soul-shaken, and exhausted Mars appears at the conclusion is proof of this notion.

Maybe you're looking for a series of scenes that are a fun mix of high-minded style meeting substance that appreciably over-delivers. If so, Kink.com's Smut Peddlers series is well worth your time and interest.