its way into my aching body and have been black and blue for days afterwards.  I take the greatest interest in leading ladies on to do this for me where I think I will not offend, and have been surprisingly successful.  I must have lain beneath the feet of quite a hundred women, many of them of good social position, who would never dream of permitting any ordinary sexual intercourse, but who have been so interested or amused by the idea as to do it for me—­many of them over and over again.  It is perhaps needless to say that none of my own or the ladies’ clothing is ever removed, or disarranged, for the accomplishment of orgasm in this manner.  After a long and varied experience, I may say that my favorite weight is 10 to 11 stone, and that black, very high-heeled slippers, in combination with tan silk stockings, seem to give me the greatest pleasure and create in me the strongest desires.

“Boots, or outdoor shoes, do not attract me to anything like the same degree, although I have, upon several occasions, enjoyed myself fairly well by their use.  Nude women repel me, and I find no pleasure in seeing a woman in tights.  I am not averse to normal sexual connection and occasionally employ it.  To me, however, the pleasure is far inferior to that of being trampled upon.  I also derive keen pleasure—­and usually have a strong erection—­from seeing a woman, dressed as I have described, tread upon anything which yields under her foot—­such as the seat of a carriage, the cushions of a punt, a footstool, etc., and I enjoy seeing her crush flowers by treading upon them.  I have often strolled along in the wake of some handsome lady at a picnic or garden party, for the pleasure of seeing the grass upon which she has trodden rise slowly again after her foot has pressed it.  I delight also to see a carriage sway as a woman leaves or enters it—­anything which needs the pressure of the foot.

    “To pass now to the origin of this direction of my feelings.

“Even in early childhood I admired pretty feminine foot-gear, and in the contemplation of it experienced vague sensations which I now recognize as sexual.  When a lad of 14 or so, I stayed a good deal at the house of some intimate friends of my parents, the daughter of the house—­an only child—­a beautiful and powerful girl, about six years my senior, being my special chum.  This girl was always daintily dressed, and having most lovely feet and ankles not unnaturally knew it.  Whenever possible she dressed so as to show off their beauty to the best advantage—­rather short skirts and usually little high-heeled slippers—­and was not averse to showing them in a most distractingly coquettish manner.  She seemed to have a passion for treading upon things which would scrunch or yield under her foot, such as flowers, little windfallen apples and pears, acorns, etc., or heaps of hay, straw or cut grass.  As we wandered about the gardens—­for we were left to do