After a long (and I thought) happy marriage, Erica and I decided to part company. She had to go and seek her inner self. We parted friends and went our separate ways. At forty one the idea of starting over was less than appealing but we all have certain needs and with my age and the way I had let myself go over the past ten years, I knew that for the first time in my life cash might have to change hands.

My friend Cal who was also now divorced said he knew just the place. I called the New Age Escort Service and they told me to come down for an interview. I asked if they were open on the weekend and she said twenty-four by seven. When I arrived, the agent for the service checked my ID and credit card and asked me what I would require. I need a young woman who can follow instructions to the letter. I want her to stand on my erection but not with enough force to cause permanent damage.

After a few minutes I was given a card with a phone number on it. We take a percentage from our girls and they set their own price structures. Please call her today and see if you can work something out. I arrived home an hour later and went straight for the phone. The voice at the other end listened to what I wanted and after a pause told me that since no sex was required and she should be on her way within an hour, $150.00 should do it. She told me that she was 28 years old and 63 inches tall. She listed her measurements as 34b-25-36 and her weight at 125 lbs. naked (just the way I wanted her). I set up an appointment for the following Friday evening in case I needed to recuperate, and tried to forget about it. I was not successful.

I ran for the door as soon as I heard the buzzer and when I opened it I found an average looking girl with long, straight light brown hair dressed in a loose blouse and loose fitting jeans and tennis shoes. We exchanged pleasantries as she came in and I saw her looking at the kitchen wall clock. She explained that her boyfriend was waiting in the car and she gave a thumbs up out the window. "As happy as I can make you that's how unhappy he can make you if you do anything to endanger me. " She said while getting naked.

I removed my clothes and we both went into the living room. I laid face up on the floor and asked her to straddle me standing so I could look up her body. I liked what I saw from that angle. She had nice legs although her thighs looked a little too muscular and her butt a little too big for her body. She had a flat stomach and smallish perky breasts. I asked her to turn around. Her feet and ankles were narrow. When I asked, she told me her shoe size was 8b. As I looked up her legs to her butt and back I got a strong erection. "Guys are so weird." She said. "Not just you. All guys are."

I moved over so I could sit against the wall and placed a large art book on the floor so that my erection totally rested on it. "I did this with guy last year." She said. He had me stand on him up on my toes and even stamp down with the front of my foot. Then after that he had me kick him in the balls. "Do you want that too, or what?" She asked.

I placed a small narrow piece of cardboard in front of me on the floor and asked her to heel stamp on it as hard as she could. She smashed her heel into it hard enough to make the glassware on the shelves tinkle. I watched her legs move up and down on the cardboard as her heels flattened and creased it. She put her left foot on the book and jumped up and down on the cardboard. Every time she did, the muscle and bone and fat twitched and vibrated inside her skin. For me, what an erection maker!

When you stand on my erection you cannot do any of that. Do no stamping at all. The key I explained is impact. If you stand full weight on my erection I will feel only pressure now and soreness later. Impact does the damage. I would not want to have a testicle ruptured or my erection broken like a stomped-on balloon. Who wants to explain something like that to the doctor in the emergency room while they try to sew you up?

"So tell me what to do and I'll just do it." She commanded.

"Ok then. Please face away from me with your right foot ahead of my erection and make like your crushing a cigarette." I told her. As soon as she started doing it, and I got to watch the muscles in her calf, legs and butt, I got an erection that was so hard that it was almost painful. I asked her to move slowly and transfer her full weight to my erection. She placed the front of her foot over my erection and raised up on both feet. "More!" I said. She balanced on the front of her right foot only. Twist a little back and forth so I can see you move I said and she responded immediately.

"This nearly killed the other guy." She said as she stepped off and brought her heel down on my erection where it comes out of my body. When I did not respond she transferred her total weight onto her heel. Then she stepped off and recentered her heel so the length of her foot followed along my erection When I remained quiet she raised her toes off the floor and started a grinding and twisting motion. She kept this up for about a minute and then asked, "Now what?"

I got a prepared yoke consisting of a two foot lengths of two by six pine which had a two foot length of two by four attached by two 5 ft. lengths of rope at either end. I told her, "I am going to place my erection on the larger board. I want you to stand on it as before, but this time use your muscle power to push your foot into my erection. If I ask you to stop you must stop right away. OK lets do it."

She placed her right heel on my erection and slowly transferred her weight to it as before. This time though, the front of her left foot was on the ground for leverage. She flexed her right knee down and placed a towel around the length of the 2 by 4 and straightened up until the ropes between the boards went taut. Then she began to straighten up and I felt the pressure as she lifted and strained against the boards. She lifted the ball of her foot off the board so that everything was centered on the back of her foot and heel. Then she started grinding and twisting her heel and I asked her to stop which she did right away. I was done. As soon as she stepped off the board I shot a stream across the rug.

"Same time next week?" She asked?

"I'll call you." I answered. I paid her and she quickly dressed. She went to the window and gave another thumbs up and left. I was spent and very sore and very purple but intact. After a couple of minutes I went to the humidor across the room and removed the remote VHS camera tape and took it into my bedroom. As soon as I put the tape up on my large screen TV I started to become erect again and I was sore. I knew I would be wearing that tape out and vowed to take it easy. I wasn't too successful at that either.