A lesbian couple engages the services of a sex guru to spice up their love life, with hysterically touching results.

SYNOPSIS:

Ellen and Kerry are in love but, something special is missing from their relationship. The heat. The zing. That special, take your breath away pizzazz. Their failed, hysterical attempts to bring the heat back result in, among other things, Ellen’s father having to cut her free from handcuffs at her bedpost.

At the end of their wits, Ellen and Kerry turn to the mysterious Kinky Grace for help. She is an elusive sex guru known as “The Master.” But this isn’t a career for

Kinky. “I don’t make money off this. It’s my hobby. My service to mankind. My entertainment.”

Kinky’s entertainment quickly leads to Ellen and Kerry’s frustration. Kinky promptly retools their diet – “Carnality, carnal, do you know what that means? From the Latin root carne meaning flesh. Flesh. To be good with flesh, to know flesh in all its joys, all its delights, all its carnality, you have to eat flesh. Red blooded flesh. Meat.” Then she lays down an edict: “No sex. Not tonight. Not alone either. Nobody gets off. Not till I tell you.”

Ellen and Kerry’s friends think they are crazy for putting up with Kinky’s demands and plans – which in addition to lecturing on the sensuality of red meat include inadvertently comical lessons in trust, honesty and intimacy. But their friend Kim has long harbored a crush on Kinky – though they have never met. Convinced that they are soul mates who just need to meet each other to find true love, Kim makes her own outlandish plans to work her way into Kinky’s good graces through Ellen and Kerry.

The tables finally turn when the sex guru learns the true meaning of love and honesty from the women she was supposed to be helping. And as Kinky’s armor of emotional protection slowly falls away, she realizes that Kim was right: They were soul mates all along.