Helena Locke has an insatiable appetite. She is a hungry lady. She needs more. She demands more. Her expectations are high and frankly she is often let down. Her submissive’s tremble at the spike of her stiletto heels and usually their whimpers are enough to satiate her depraved desires. However the sadistic front that she assumes as a stern task master to thankless men is all a facade. She secretly yearns to be put in her place by a real man. She wants giant hands choking her sassy throat and smacking her perfect ass until it glows an iridescent shade of nocturnal neon pink. She crawls into The Pope’s dungeon and begs to be treated like a wanton whore who needs to be taught a lesson. And The Pope is only too happy to oblige.