Soon, we grow privy to the interaction between mistresses and slaves. We hear a phone conversation in which Mistress Beatrice tells a client that she will arrange for him soon to be happily munching away on her soiled tennis sneakers. A moment later we meet Slave Jeff, the human ashtray. Jeff kneels at the mistress's side like a puppy, clad in black rubber mask. Think what you will, you have to give the fellow credit, when the Mistress disposes of her lit cigarette on his tongue, he nary even blinks.
Fetishes is a macabre mix of pathos and humor.
As sad as some of the behavior may seem, the film has more irony and bizarre twists than anything that could ever be cooked up in Hollywood. The slaves pay good money to get the shit kicked out them and then revel in euphoria at the end of their sessions. During another scene, a mistress takes the liberty to bite a client while engaging in a paid wrestling match. The man immediately becomes enraged. Regardless of what the clients profess, one can't help but wonder about the human condition while witnessing some of this stuff.