You don't like the verbal humiliation as much as you thought. You wrote a script for me with three acts: seduction, big pig mask, union of bodies.
My hand forms a cage and the cage pulsates. You cling to me like a boy. You want me to hurt you? Well, no. I whip the ground with the riding crop. AHHH. I scream. AHHH. You laugh. Me too. You want to get my name tattooed on your testicles and improve your general fistability. You want your balls to hang in the water in the toilet, the largest dildo size to fit in your rectum. How many centimeters? Bad news from your home country. “Mamma mia, it's a torture,” you shout.

Performance/Text by Dahlia Nyx
Followed by a discussion with the audience; recommended for ages 16 and older