A new slave lies before Lady Scarlet, quivering with fear, his manhood shriveled in apprehension. The Lady, clad in stockings, tries to soothe him with her foot. But soon, she dons the boots he has brought her and the true torment begins.
Her sharp heels and pointed toes rain blows upon his most sensitive areas, reducing his manhood to a pulp under her soles. The slave screams and begs for mercy, but Lady Scarlet is relentless, focused solely on destroying his masculinity.
Only when she is satisfied does she cease her attack, but not before demanding another pair of boots as payment. The slave, defeated and humiliated, can only comply.