The sound, smell, and feel of leather… The skillful verbal torment of the Witch Lake Queen combined with these sensations sends the man into a state of cerebral dry orgasm! "I'll make the scent of leather seep into your very being... Pleasure and pain coexist." Mockingly toying with the man clinging to her boots, the Witch Lake Queen establishes a master-servant relationship. "You look happiest when you're under my boots. You can't live without them now, can you? You'll spend the rest of your life crawling as my boot slave..."
