written by Sparky
original source of the story was Unknown source
Back in the early seventies, I owned a restaurant called “Abraxas.” It was an exotic Mexican food establishment. Instead of using themes such as Cantimflas, burros, mercados, sombreros y serapes, siestas, etc. I used an Aztec theme. I had rich artwork of pyramids painted on the walls (I had the walls painted orange and then the artwork was ‘blacked-in.’), exhibits of pre-Colombian artifacts, soft lighting; mainly yellow and orange lights, and oil lamps on the tables.
After a year, I had to expand the place. I added about 622 sq. ft to the back of the building for the new kitchen and where the old kitchen was, I built booths where one can draw a curtain for privacy if one wished.
It was a hip place! People would often leave doobies or rails for tips!
When I was laying out space for my new office, the cognition hit me!
Noting that the office was going to be adjacent to the ladies restroom, I decided to remodel it as well.
Going back to an old fantasy I had since I was a kid about building devices that would enable me to be surreptitiously stepped on / stood on by girls, I went to work. (I made an allusion to that fantasy in my story “Crush Music.”)
I relocated the sink and had a cabinet made that enabled the sink to be mounted in the corner. I also built it on a raised platform so that I could slip my body underneath it and when a chick washed her hands, she would be standing on me.
I did the baseboards with mirrors about 4” high. I placed two panes of one-way glass where I could see the gals’ shoes while I was lying under the platform. From inside the restroom, you couldn’t tell the difference between those panes and rest of the mirrored baseboards. I was also going to remove the wall and relocate it two feet back so that I could put in another stall. That also made it where I could pre-fab the platform and slip it in before putting up the new wall.
I also built another wall that gave me a three-foot space between the restroom and my office and a ‘secret panel’ so that I could get into that space from my office and slip myself under the platform.
What I’m going to tell you on the design of the platform is something I should have patented, but I imagine that I would run into too much red tape trying to patent a ‘surreptitious trample platform.’ You will find, however, that the design criteria specifications that I put into that platform is nothing short of pure genius!
There were two things I wanted to achieve in the design: one was to have the floor slightly weaker structurally so I can feel the gal’s weight. I also wanted a hole in it so that I could slip my ‘schlong’ in it so that it can rest between the carpet and the floorboard and be placed precisely so that when a gal walks up to wash her hands, she would be standing right on it.
I also wanted it to where it would be structurally sound when I wasn’t lying under it.
Reinforcing the ‘pee-pee’ hole was easy: Just put a plug in it. Reinforcing the whole floor took some doing. I designed a bed that could be raised and lowered using a twin scissors jacking mechanism driven by Dayton reversible gear motors. While not under the floor, I could run the bed all the way up against the floorboard and it would be solid.
When I was ready to get under it, I would slip through the secret panel, lower the bed, crawl on it, remove the plug, and raise the bed. While raising the bed, I was able to slip my manhood into the hole gradually as I came up. I was then able to tweak the raise / lower buttons in order to get the right pressure between my body and the floorboard so that it wouldn’t sink too much when a gal stood on it because of too little pressure or bulge out because of too much pressure.
I used 3/4” plywood on the structure and 1/2” plywood on the part that would be up against my body. I was originally going to use 1/4”, but it would creak and sink too much in places where my body wasn’t and it wouldn’t have enough thickness to accommodate my ‘penis cradle.’
The engineering considerations on the placement, choice of materials, and the construction method of the ‘penis cradle’ should have gotten me a Nobel Prize in ergonomic science!
My design criteria needed to accomplish two things: the prevention of injury and security.
I didn’t want my schlong hurt and I did not want my secret to being compromised whether by getting hurt or a design flaw that gives me up.
First of all, I had to drill a hole so that I can extend my prosthesis through it and rest it between the carpet and the floorboard. Penis size is a consideration regarding the hole diameter. I suggest nominally a 2” hole and that can be tweaked to fit personal taste or size. The consideration here is that a pointy enough heel backed up by enough weight and placed in the right spot can bust right through the carpet. Considering that it is the underside of the penis that is on top and it ‘tis the most sensitive part, a sharp heel busting through will 1.) Injure you and 2.) Compromise your security.
Now, what kind of provision can be employed to prevent destructive heel penetration and what would be the best choice of materials to utilize?
I thought of using stainless steel sheeting to guard the hole and inlay it in flush on the floorboard. Because of sharp edges and too quick a transition between rigid and squishy; once again: potential for injury and /or a security breach. Believe me. You don’t eeee-ven want to have to go to court over some chick’s complaint that you were lying under the floor in the girl’s restroom.
My choice of material: stretched rawhide. It is the best of both worlds. It has penetration resistance and it ‘gives’ a bit under the weight
I had to mill a spotface in the plywood to inlay the rawhide on top so that it will be flush to the surface. I crimped threaded rivets with back-up washers in the holes I drilled in the rawhide and used countersunk machine screws (#10-32 x 1/2” FHMS.) Any threads extending beyond the rivet can be ground flush. Make sure you use Locktite on the threads.
When I used a router to make the penis cradle in the floorboard to accommodate my pecker after it was stuck in, it left a gap in the bottom. I inlaid rawhide on the bottom side as well so it could support the chick’s weight on my ‘thang,’ once again, without poking through. I backed that up with a stainless steel plate because when a chick stands on my member, it gets pushed down. When she steps off, the skin on the sides of my Dick gets pinched between the rawhide and the plywood. It hurts like a big dog! I backed-up the rawhide with the stainless steel plate to prevent that.
I also placed rabbit fur on the top and bottom to provide a cushion, reduce friction upon insertion of the prosthesis, and to prevent carpet burns from the burlap-like texture on the carpet bottom from repeated trampling.
I fashioned a plug out of a wood dowel that can be inserted in the penis cradle in the absence of my schlong. (Flat on top, round on the bottom with a leather strap attached to the end to facilitate removal.
For the next two years, I spent hours a day under the floor. I even had a phone put in there so I wouldn’t have to get out to handle a simple call.
My best time was when the clubs let out and we would get a ‘rush’ of people. That’s when chicks dress to kill!
One thing I didn’t count on: the fact that I would come.
One night, these two cute young Mexican gals came into the restroom. The first gal came out and went to wash her hands. She was standing right on my Dick with her heel!
She rocked back on her heels after she turned off the water.
Apparently, she felt her heel sink. She started poking her heels with her soles raised from the floor. She would hit and miss my pecker in the course of her steps. She found the ‘sweet spot’ and then she put her heels closer together and concentrated pumping her heels right there; up and down my member.
Her friend came out of her stall and went toward the sink. The first gal told her that she felt something ‘squishy’ on the carpet. She moved away so her friend could wash her hands. She happened to be standing where my Dick was between her heel and sole, so she felt nothing.
She asked the first girl, “What do you mean?”
The first girl started pounding her heel in various places finding only the floor. She found the squishy spot and started giving it a left-right, left-right right trod on me. She told her friend, “It’s right here!” as she pointed at her heels.
She stepped off and her friend stood on my member. “Oh, yeah! I feel it,” she said. She went on to say that it felt like she was stepping on some guy’s Dick.
Upon hearing that, I got insatiably paranoid!
The first gal said that it was probably just a flaw in the floor.
I then felt better!
Imagining they were stepping on some guy’s Dick without knowing that they were actually stepping on my Dick, they were laughing and giggling as they took turns pumping their heels on my member.
They started fighting over trampling the sweet spot. One would push the other, “It’s my turn, bitch!”
The other one would say, “Fuck-off you cunt!”
You won’t believe how nasty girls talk to each other without dewds present. They are worse than guys and I thought guys were gross enough!
Anyhoo, it went back and forth ad infinitum. During the process, I came! Big time!
They eventually got interrupted when someone else came into the restroom. She went into a stall which gave me time to get out and make the system safe so that I could identify the girls. (I couldn’t see above their hips)
I do have this penchant toward identifying gals by their feet and shoes. (hehe-)
Dried come on fur converts it to something like a wire brush. It’s harsh on the pee-pee.
I did manage to clean it and after that, I wore a condom when I would poke my pee-pee through the hole.
Those two gals would come in at least two; three times a week. Whenever I saw them come in, I would go to my office and ‘assume the position!’
Every time, they would pump their heels on the squishy spot imagining they were getting back at their old boyfriends by undermining their manhood. They were, however enhancing mine!