VenusFlyStrap is your castration anxiety, incarnate. A brutalist in birth, Venus (like in Furs), Fly (like beneath her boot), and Strap (like, she’ll let you make your mind up), is a flagellant and Forniphile fatale, with a penchant for medieval punishment. She pursues a classical tradecraft, in the tradition of the 19th Century Disciplinarian, with a side dish of debasement. Few more familiar with the levelling potential of pain, by Ms.FlyStap’s favour, you too may reap its rapture.
For maggots - the mockery of her mind's-eye, there is no penance too profane, no torment too torrid, nor spoils too obscene to reprimand their institutional mis-deeds. Whether plied in her pillory, braised by her birch, jested by her straight-jacket, stuck as her livestock, or adorning her drawing room as a human coat-hanger; your lowest begets laughter, your debasement; but an amuse-bouche. Your next Mistress is a misandrist, the father you beg for forgiveness. Prepare to repent.
