Daisy Strong, Berlin

MISTRESS BERLIN! I write you this letter, because I was a senior student in the same course than yourself some years ago into the Chanta's Institute of Sadism, and, I'm afraid to say this, you surprised me, having slept myself upon my laurels from the past as a mere commentator, with this perfect mastery of the newbie of the newbies, what's her name just now, - Daisy Weak? Ah! What a fun! When I was a boy, there was a tale about some magic transforming a pumpkin into a state coach, and, after all, isn't the duty of teachers to change pupils full of baby fat with the whole bag of youth tears in front of the rules into disciplined students having learned manners from some Victorian training? - I have said my essentials, and I stop the joke. Berlin makes entirely the scene in this very clever shoot, where she has some whiner arouse the hard-on of male viewers from the weaknesses themselves of the subject. I feel just now as if I were viewing (not long time ago) some early shoot from Chanta, where she was playing with incredible newbies. That was fun! I figure for myself, Mistress Berlin, even if you have forgotten the unknown parallel student I've been in the Chanta's Institute, that you have become a new master (mistress) in the art of inflicting to others the «pleasures in pain» according to their capacities. For this surprise, I thank you. xoxo RJ

-- regisjean