exactly as we liked—­I got quite accustomed to seeing her hunt out and tread upon such things, and used to chaff her about it.  At that time I was—­as I am still—­fond of lying at full length on a thick hearthrug before a good fire.  One evening as I was lying in this way and we were alone, A. crossed the room to reach a bangle from the mantelpiece.  Instead of reaching over me, she playfully stepped upon my body, saying that she would show me how the hay and straw felt.  Naturally I fell in with the joke and laughed.  After standing upon me a few moments she raised her skirt slightly and, holding on to the mantelpiece for support, stretched out one dainty foot in its brown silk stocking and high-heeled slipper to the blaze to warm, while looking down and laughing at my scarlet, excited face.  She was a perfectly frank and charming girl, and I feel pretty certain that, although she evidently enjoyed my excitement and the feeling of my body yielding under her feet, she did not on this first occasion clearly understand my condition; nor can I remember that, though the desire for sexual gratification drove me nearly mad, it appeared to awaken in her any reciprocal feeling.  I took hold of her raised foot and, after kissing it, guided it by an absolutely irresistible impulse on to my penis, which was as hard as wood and seemed almost bursting.  Almost at the moment that her weight was thrown upon it, orgasm took place for the first time in my life thoroughly and effectively.  No description can give any idea of what I felt—­I only know that from that moment my distorted sexual focus was fixed forever.  Numberless times, after that evening, I felt the weight of her dainty slippers, and nothing will ever cause the memory of the pleasure she thus gave me to fade.  I know that A. came to enjoy treading upon me, as much as I enjoyed having her do it.  She had a liberal dress allowance and, seeing the pleasure they gave me, she was always buying pretty stockings and ravishing slippers with the highest and most slender Louis heels she could find and would show them to me with the greatest glee, urging me to lie down that she might try them on me.  She confessed that she loved to see and feel them sink into my body as she trod upon me and enjoyed the crunch of the muscles under her heel as she moved about.  After some minutes of this, I always guided her slipper on to my penis, and she would tread carefully, but with her whole weight—­probably about 9 stone—­and watch me with flashing eyes, flushed cheeks, and quivering lips, as she felt—­as she must have done plainly—­the throbbing and swelling of my penis under her foot as emission took place.  I have not the smallest doubt that orgasm took place simultaneously with her, though we never at any time spoke openly of it.  This went on for several years on almost every favorable opportunity we had, and after a month or two of separation sometimes four or five times during a single day.  Several times during A.’s