All language subtitles for fuego_en_su_cama

I really love these hot days.

Lots of little girls running around in
their sundresses.

In the right light, you can almost see
through your dress.

Did you know that?

Look all you want.

That's all you're going to be doing.

I wouldn't say that just yet.

How are you?

Hey, how are you?

Good, how are you?

Good, thank you.

Thank you.

I heard you in there.

Shut

up or

I'll gag you.

Lift your skirt up. Hold this.

You like that, don't you, Sly?

Yes, I do.

Where was this pussy blown to?

Phew.

Wrong answer.

Same.

Pussy belongs to his family.

Pussy belongs to his family.

I'm gonna make some little water second
tonight.

Look at me.

Is this the beauty that you crave? Is it
not?

I wasn't always a complete whore.

My boyfriend Luke and I grew up in
Linden, Washington, a small church town

near the Canadian border.

As Ernst Hemingway said about his
hometown, Linden was a town of wide

streets and narrow mines.

Luke and I had known each other since
grade school, and we started formally

dating in high school. We were destined
to be married and live happily ever

after.

Both our fathers were ministers in
different evangelical Christian

churches, but I was going to be a famous
artist, and Luke would be a renowned

chef. After high school, we traveled 140
miles to Seattle to learn our art in the

heart of the big city, and it was there
that I met Vera Lake.

Vera had the face of a classic beauty
with her blonde hair and her pale skin

and eyes blue like that of the August
sky.

She came from money, but she ran with
the artsy crowd.

And though she feasted on apathy, her
eyes revealed a calculating cynicism. I

thrilled to her attention.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Do you always do what people tell you
to?

Believe that I was willing to die for
you?

Answers your question.

Then I'm sure you're going to be willing
to do much more for me.

I won't say no to you.

Come by my apartment tomorrow at seven.

We'll see.

I'd love to, except for I simply must
attend my date at the emergency room

tonight. I hope you understand.

No, that won't be necessary.

The extract of digitalis essence or a
larger quantity of leaves would have

sent you to the mortuary tonight.

Lucky you. It's not going to be
happening.

Well, I'm meeting Luke at seven, so I'll
be at your place at eight. You're

meeting Luke?

Darling, Luke is so beneath you.

You and I both know he can't give you
what you need.

If you have to see that little twit to
make a comparison between the two of us,

you just go right ahead.

You know I won't disappoint you.

Men.

Hello, Ivy.

How was your rendezvous with Loverboy?

Oh, Luke didn't show up. He had to work
late.

It's always work these days or his
precious alone time.

It's like a secret lover.

I'm getting really jealous.

I would never let a man do that to me.

And you're such a sweet girl.

It's a pity, really.

Yeah, a pity.

I feel pretty pitiful.

Don't.

Don't feel pitiful.

Luke just doesn't need you anymore.

And when a man doesn't need you anymore,
you find one who does.

You find someone that would die for you.

And love?

Ivy, love doesn't exist.

It's an outdated notion people have been
using for years as an excuse for their

actions. Without love, what do we have?

Decadence.

You mean like self-indulgence?

Self-indulgence.

Beauty. Most of all, beauty.

In all its aspects.

What is beauty to you, Ivy?

Anything that brings pleasure to the
mind.

Anything that brings pleasure to one's
mind.

Yeah.

In that case, stand up.

Lower your head.

You're not to raise them again until I
give you permission.

Today you're going to find out what
beauty really is.

My beautiful one, will you remove your
blouse, please?

And your panty, but leave the skirt.

No. Keep your skirt up so I can see your
pussy.

Tuck it in.

The most

important

present you can give a gift to is
yourself.

And I prefer mine gift-dressed.

There, you look very, very pretty.

Down in your knees.

Did I give you permission to look at me?

I told you not to look until I gave you
permission.

Sorry.

You will be sorry.

Maybe you just need a little reminder.

Put your hands behind your back.

Okay.

Now you're going to lick my pussy.

And you're not going to stop until I
come.

Do you understand?

Yes.

To show you that I'm not all selfish,
bitch.

Drink from the cup of decadence.

And give your life in the name of
beauty.

Are you ready for the real pleasures of
the mind?

You know what these are?

These are beautiful too.

Pity is anything that gives pleasure to
the mind, right?

It's Luke.

Yes? I was just wondering if Ivy's here.

She should.

What's that?

Is that a ring?

Perfect.

See, I've already got a rafter for you.

Sarah, are you leaving?

Uh-huh.

The key?

She's all yours now.

There's the writing crap in my closet.

You're half a man.

Punisher.

Luke?

You're still here.

Of course I'm still here. What do you
think?

He didn't unlock you?

What bastard that boy turned out to be.

You're well rid of him now. You're the
bastard.

Unlock me.

You've given yourself to something
higher.

No need to look.

Tara, we're supposed to be married.

We're soulmates.

I loved him so much.

We've been over this.

Love is an illusion.

An illusion that will fade away.

This?

This is real.

This is who you are now.

What are you going to do with that?

It's for you to paint.

This is who you are now.

May I suggest a title?

Crumpled mess of a girl.

You're crazy if you think I'm going to
paint that.

I wouldn't do that in a thousand years.
Who do you think I am?

My whore now.

When do you want it done by?

Just as soon as possible.

I'm dressed as the corporate Jorge. What
do you think?

Splendid. How did you get in my
apartment?

I know where you had the key, sweetie.

Now it's mine.

I'm not like that. I was experimenting.

Well, then, you simply must paint me a
picture of yourself in that experimental

position you were in.

I'd paint it myself if I were as good as
you, but then that would defeat the

whole purpose, wouldn't it? I pray tell.

What is the purpose?

Your debasement and defilement, of
course.

I told you I'm not like that.

I'm going to go to Luke and beg for his
forgiveness on my knees.

Oh, you'll be on your knees plenty.

Begging for Luke's forgiveness?

I don't think so.

You've left him far behind in many ways,
my love.

I'm done talking to you. You can leave
now.

Bend over the couch.

Touch the ground.

The lips on your face say one thing.

The lips on your pussy always seem to
say another.

Which ones are telling the truth?

Now they speak together.

Stay like that.

I want you to bend over my knees now.

rephrase that as yes, Miss Vera.

Do you remember what I told you?

Yes, Miss Vera.

Not to come unless I give you
permission.

That was for your insolence a few
minutes ago.

From now on, I want you to refer to me
as Miss Vera.

Okay, what?

Okay, Miss Farrah.

It's better, right?

I want you to rephrase that as yes, Miss
Farrah.

Yes, Miss Farrah.

Oh, my goodness.

Miss Farrah's puppy?

I told you not to come before I gave you
permission.

Yes, Miss Farrell.

Then why are you coming right now?

You disgust me.

I'm sorry, Miss Farrell.

You're nothing but a weak, selfish
little girl who can only think of her

pussy.

I'm sorry, Miss Farrell.

You should be sorry.

What you need is discipline.

Not just in sex, but in all aspects of
your life.

You'll learn about discipline.

Okay.

What's that, Farrah?

This?

It's your collar.

Like a collar for an animal?

Exactly. It's a collar for a pet.

Which is what you are now.

You squirmy little bitch of a dog.

Miss Farrah, I can't wear that to
school. I'll be humiliated.

Well, aren't you quick tonight?

Haven't you learned by now that your
discomfort brings me such great

pleasure?

This block is to show everyone who sees
you that you're mine now.

Thanks, babe.

Yeah,

thanks, babe.

Now you have discipline.

All you need is direction.

Come.

It's a good puppy.

Yeah.

Now you're going to see exactly who you
really are.

Look in the mirror.

This is who you are now.

You may not fully have come to terms
with it yet, but you will.

Yes, Elizabeth.

I was lucky.

I knew who I was by the time I was 12.

Some just take a little longer.

There's a place in this world for
everyone.

And your place is as a slave.

As my slave.

Of course, Miss Farrah.

We'll call this one... Girl meeting
girl.

I'm your muse.

You really should start painting these,
you know.

It'll help you to grapple with who you
are on canvas.

Real art.

Yes, Miss Vera.

I need some release.

Earlier you so selfishly came before me.

I'm so sorry, Miss Vera.

It's just you excite me so much.

Of course I do.

But you need to learn control.

Come. Yeah.

Sit.

I'm going to put this down.

Do not move until you have my
permission.

Yes, Miss Fair.

What I want you to do now is...

And dress me slowly.

And then I want you to make love to me.

We have all night for you to get this
right.

So take your time.

Start with my shoes.

No.

I don't understand.

If you're going to make love to me, you
should start at the bottom by fucking my

shoes.

That's a good girl.

Got them on your back?

Alright, you can remove them now.

It's the honey nine.

When I was a little girl, I had a puppy.

I used to put it at my feet and lick my
toes.

But now you're my puppy.

So I want you to unclasp my garters from
my stockings.

And you're going to suck on my feet.

Thank you.

You look good down there.

But you did such a good job with that, I
think I want to have you lick and kiss

me elsewhere.

I'm going to bend over and I want you to
kiss my ass.

Yes, I swear.

Thank you, Fred.

You're welcome, my pet.

I think we're going to play a little
game.

The game is called Sleep,

Taste, and Guess.

The trick of this game is you're not
going to be able to say anything if you

don't dress.

Stick your tongue out.

What's that?

Stick your tongue back.

Oh, what's that?

Your fingers there.

And what's there?

Your breath was there.

Stick your tongue back out.

What are you tasting?

Your pussy. Do you like that?

You deserve to come too.

Oh, thank you, Miss Farrah.

What did you learn from last time,
though?

Not until you say so, Miss Farrah.

Thank you.

So that you can't come without my
permission.

Oh, Sparrow, I would like that.

I'm sure you will.

But... What if you leave me and I can
never come again?

That'd be a problem, wouldn't it? I
suppose it might be.

Maybe if you're very, very good and you
do everything I say.

Well, Miss Farrah, I'll try.

Good girl.

Miss Farrah?

You said you knew when you were 12.

How did you?

Well...

When we were younger and all the
neighborhood kids would play cops and

robbers and cowboys and Indians, I knew
early on that I was more like a boy than

a girl.

I used to tie the little girls up to
trees.

Little boys, too, actually.

They loved it, and I loved tormenting
them when they didn't like it.

I think I enjoyed that even more.

Has it been exciting being your friend?

I'm sure it was.

It still is, isn't it? Yeah.

Sarah? I love you.

You should get some sleep. You have to
wake up early in the morning and make my

coffee for me.

Not bad. I need some more sugar.

No, no, it's cooled down too much. We'll
heat it back up.

Yes, ma'am.

Here's a chip.

Good girl.

Excellent.

You really do know how to make a
delicious cup of coffee.

Thank you, I do try.

I've got you a present.

Go get me my bag right behind you.

I must bear this bag of goodies.

Oh, yes.

Should have seen the lips I got at the
airport a couple months ago.

Aren't they cute?

They're a little... really.

All good submissive little girls need a
pair of pink frilly panties.

For a while or something.

Put them on.

What a cutie pie you turned out to be.

All right, turn around and look at that
beautiful bottom.

Walk to the mirror and back for me.

There you go.

You're a keeper for sure.

I'm quite touching, aren't I?

Uh-huh. I'm so modest.

That eighth of yours is dangerous.

Thank you now for listening to me.

Promises, promises.

I'm a bit of a monster, an actual kind
of boy.

The next few weeks of summer sped by as
I discovered the city and Avera.

We were young, beautiful, kinky, and in
love.

Well, at least I was in love.

The days were filled with sun and
exploration of new people.

And the nights...

Well, the nights were filled with pain
and pleasure, dominance and submission.

And for all my happiness, my pleasures
of the flesh, and even my pleasure of

the mind, the darkness of what I was
doing to my beloved Luke hung over me

like the long winter that chilled
Seattle for most of the year.

I had avoided his phone calls, but I
knew I could not avoid him forever.

Buy me a drink?

We could do some company.

Bourbon all right?

Bourbon is good.

I'm not good, though.

I hurt my boyfriend.

I cheated on him with a girl.

It's okay.

You're not a slut.

I'll buy you as many drinks as you want
tonight.

I was sat next to you the second I got
to the bar.

Not like all the other guys.

I could never see a deepened advantage
of a girl.

All women are good for as fuck.

They are worthless, meaningless, and
pathetic individuals who have to fill a

hollow void deep within them with sex.

I would do anything you asked.

What? I would do anything you asked me
to.

Hey, Vera?

Yes? I saw Luke. It was horrible.

You saw Luke?

We didn't discuss that.

I know.

I know, I know. I'm sorry. I need to see
you, though. Please?

Fine. Come over.

Hey, I'll see you soon.

Vera, it was terrible.

You fucked me and you left me on the
cement floor.

Take off your clothes.

What?

Take off your clothes.

Why?

I'm not gonna have you coming into my
home.

Fucking stink all over you.

It's time to clean you up.

Get in there.

It's cold.

Shut up. Get down on your knees.

Rip, get down on your knees.

Vera, I don't care that it's cold. Vera,
shut up.

Stop squirming.

Vera, I thought I told you to shut up.

Bend over.

What did you just say?

I don't think I said anything.

Profanity is not allowed in my home.

Did I say something?

Were you brought up with that kind of
language?

I don't know.

Then what makes you think it's
acceptable in my home?

I promise I won't do it again.

You're right.

You won't do that again.

Pretty.

Stay just like that.

This one I think we should call Potty
Moth.

You're a little charmer, aren't you?

If you say so.

We'll see how charming you feel in a few
minutes.

Put your hands behind your back.

Good night.

Thank you, Miss.

You know who did it. It's not like you
care.

It's not like I care?

I'm the last person to say that to you.

Look at yourself.

Your neck and your lip. My God.

If I ever get my hands on that bitch,
I'll fucking kill her. You can't kill

her, Luke. I love her.

How can you love someone that hurts you
so badly?

It's because she hurts me.

Then I guess that's why you never loved
me. You can't say that.

No. No, I can't.

What are you doing here?

Why wouldn't I be here?

You've already used me today.

Isn't that all I'm good for?

Is that what you think?

Yeah.

Come here.

Come here.

Yata.

You're wrong.

I could fuck anybody I wanted.

I'd choose to be with you.

Why did you leave me on the street
there?

I mean, there's people living in their
cars.

They could have done anything they
wanted to me if it wasn't for a man

coming and picking me up.

Who knows what would have happened? And
even he, he could have been a rapist or

a murderer.

Do you think that would put you in that
kind of danger?

I don't know.

That man who picked you up was a friend
of mine. I sent him to go get you.

Really? Really?

But you needed to be taught a lesson.

I didn't think his spanking was going to
cover it.

I need you to remain faithful to me. Do
you understand that?

Yes, Miss Farrah.

I'm going to continue to fuck whoever I
like.

You don't have that option.

Well, what if he finds someone more
beautiful than me? What if he don't want

me anymore?

I'll always come home to you.

How come you didn't tell me you loved me
when I told you I loved you?

I did that deliberately.

Who would have made all the difference?

Ivy, I've been trying to train you, to
mold you.

What makes for the best start?

Well, longing makes for beautiful art.

Very good.

Just when I've given up, you go and
surprise me like that.

Do you remember that conversation we had
about beauty and decadence? Yeah,

decadence.

Well, I want more than beauty in my
life.

I want art, and I want talent.

You are so talented.

I would give my left arm to be able to
paint as well as you can.

But you know the world is full of
talented people who just don't produce

anything.

I'm not going to let that happen to you.

Those pictures I took of you were taken
to help you find your voice as an

artist.

I'll start painting soon.

I should start painting tomorrow.

But today we're going to relax.

You should come back to my apartment
with me.

I'll let you give me a bath.

Okay.

I do love you, Ivy.

I know.

We came to an acceptance.

I was her slave, but I was not her
doormat.

We were lovers, and I gave her what she
wanted, but she gave me what I needed.

We were in love, and it was good.