Dear readers;
Response has been overwhelming! I have so many letters to publish, I think
we could almost do a daily issue and still not run out! I have been receiving
a lot of e-mail since the special June issue. It has always been my goal
to answer everybody who writes me, but many letters have been coming back
undeliverable as addressed. So if you wrote and never got an answer, sorry.
Pleases write again and include the address in the body of your text as
well as the header that the e-mail program creates. That will give us a
better chance of getting back to you.
This special issue's theme is colors! Although we have a lot of black pictures (as always) there is an over abundance of color! Other colors are very sexy and shiny in patent leather. And for shoe lovers, patent leather is sexy in any color, right?
Our interview this month was done by Nick Matthews for the Patent Letter. He did a GREAT job. We hope you will enjoy it. It is with everyone's participation that we are getting almost 1,000 hits a day. Keep spreading the word. And if you have any ideas about how to make our newsletter better, please pass them along by dropping us a line.
Mick O.
Hi, I'm a fan of your Patent Letter. I'm also a fan of foot fetish and
women in high heels. Well, I came across a Japan site where they show some
stage performances of all the men getting punished by the girls. (I have
sent you all the images that I downloaded from that site.) The problem
is, my hard disk crashed and I lost the site. I was wondering if maybe
you or your readers have ever been to this site and could give me the URL.
Hopefully someone had been there and can give me the address. Please help!
Thanks a million!
DAVID kohtmc@teleview.com.sg
Here's a great little story for you. My good friend, Kayla wrote this
about 3 hours ago, and wanted me to send it to you. She is probably the
most enlightened woman I know when it comes to high heels and what they
mean to men. She doesn't wear them every day, but when she does, she puts
on some hot ones. We talk quite a bit about your website, but she doesn't
have a web browser, so she reads your E-Zine with me during lunch. Kayla
is 26 and a very pretty brunette from Indiana. 
(she's single, too!) "I know what you like. I'm the girl you see at
the bank wearing the sexy spiked heels. I'm the girl waiting in line with
sore feet looking at you and slipping my foot in and out of my tight pump.
I'm the girl that buys patent leather pumps at the expensive stores because
they have higher heels and pointy toes. I'm the girl that sits in the aisle
seat and crosses my legs so that people walking down the aisle have to
get around my dangling, teasing high heel. I'm the girl that loves to wear
glossy wet looking patent leather shoes, and I know what you like. When
I slip my sheer nylon foot into my beautiful high heeled pump, I can feel
my toes squeezing together into the tight pointed toe of the shoe. When
my smooth heel slides down into the pump, I can hear the swooshing sound
that it makes. Sometimes I slip my heel in and out so that I can hear that
sound over and over again. I love to hold my foot up close to my face when
I've got my shoes on, and smell the odor coming from the opening where
my arch is. My arches have lots of little wrinkles and folds and are really
soft to the touch. Would you like to touch them? I know what you want to
do when you see me and my high heeled pumps; I know what my patent leather
heels do to you. I'm waiting for someone like you to ask me about my shoes
and look at them when I know you're looking. Would you like to kiss my
pumps? I'll let you, if you ask me. Would you like to lick the shiny patent
leather with your wet tongue? Just ask me.I know what you like." Pretty
hot, huh? She's a pretty good writer don't you think? Let me know, I'll
ask her to write more.
NJM
I've got this fetish since I was a little, I used to have a teacher in the kindergarten, who wore 5" sandals everyday of the summer or 4" boots during winter, I admired the way the shoes enhance her legs and feet. Nowadays, high heeled/stiletto pumps is my only favorite. When I was in Junior high, my aunty came from overseas, I noticed that she always wore at least 5" pumps, once again I became hypnotized by the sight. One night after touring the city with us she came to our house, she was wearing this 5" black patent leather pumps, she was wearing no hose at all, she looked very sexy indeed, although her dress was casual. Later on that night we had a dinner, during dessert they started chatting, I excuse myself to the kitchen to get some more water. That's when I noticed that my aunty was dangling one of her shoe, she had this perfect arch, build specially for high heeled shoes. I began to get an erection just by the sight. I had this crazy idea that I had to touch and play with her feet and shoes. So I grabbed a ball and intentionally rolled it down under the table.The most incredible sight was before me. She was in the process of removing the shoes completely. After that she was rubbing her feet together as if to say, "Please massage my poor feet. " I know that she had been in those shoes all day, and she had an incredible amount of sweat collected at the bottom of her shoes. I played with the shoes for a long time, but was afraid to actually touch her feet. It was still good enough though. I had one of the biggest erections of all time. I caressed the shoes, sniffed them; the smell was heavenly. Boy how I wished I could touch her burning feet, and massage them. The memory always flashes back, whenever I see beautiful ladies wearing high heeled pumps. This is my experience, and it is a true story. If you want to print it, please go ahead.
Pascal ptampubo@extro.ucc.su.oz.au
Sorry for the delay in the pics. My machine toasted. Between that and
a vacation I have been out of action for about two weeks. I enclosed some
pics of me you might like! Feel free to use them in your news letter. Only
you could appreciate those shoes! (Shown below) They are $400 vicious Italian
pumps. They were just $135 Italian jobs that were modified in a designers
shop in 
Hollywood. All of this was for a commercial job for some hosiery. The cut
in star patterns are webbed over with gold wire and there is a set of sterling
silver straps that are not shown. I don't mean to be vulgar, but those
shoes could make even you cum in your pants! Of course they are patent.
I would not bother you with anything else. By the way, your 1.5 meg July
issue is great! A lot of work; I can really appreciate what was involved.
Thanks again.
Cindy Cross (Zapier)
Your Patent Letter Home Page sizzles. I think I'm addicted. The only cure I can think of is visiting a real Dominatrix. I'll be in San Francisco all next week. Do you have anyone you can recommend? Please send e-mail before I leave on Friday. Thanks.
A Compuserve Reader
Our Reply: Glad you like PL. I actually have only had one experience
with a pro regarding bondage and shoe worship around here. It was very
disappointing. She tied me up on her bed and laid next to me. I spent about
an hour with my head at her feet, gazing into the shiny black patent 
leather high heels, kissing and licking them. I say it was disappointing
because she didn't really seem to be getting into it. As for San Francisco,
there is a huge scene in the Bay Area, particularly for professional dommes,
so there is a lot of shoe and boot worship opportunity. You will want to
get a publication when you get here. It is available from machines on the
streets or at some newsstands calld "The Spectator". It has all
the kinky stuff in it. The editor, Kat Sunlove, will hopefully be doing
an interview here next month. Good luck. Hope you enjoy S. F. Let us know
how you liked it. And pass along any shoe experiences! - Ed.
You're doing a terrific job. Thanks a lot for that. How about some black patent ballerina shoes (I own a pair but don't have a scanner) or ballerina shoes in general. I know many out there would love to see some pics of these ultra feminine shoes.
Phoser
Thank
you for the great page! The pictures and stories are wonderful. You give
a reference to a binaries page and I've gone there. My problem is that
Netscape Personal Edition doesn't decode them. What techniques or software
do you recommend? I think I must be missing out on a lot.
Bob
Our Reply: You are right. There is a lot to learn about the internet. After you have downloaded the pictures from newsgroups, they are usually in an encoded format. (Some newsreaders have a "download as" feature which will decode the picture as it is downloading. Most news readers do not, however.) Use your web browser. Wincode can be found at http://watt.seas.virginia.edu/~bem9q/ . It will download in zip format. You will need Pkunzip to unzip it. Uudeview (which we prefer because it decodes more picture types) is found at http://www.uni-frankfurt.de/~fp/uudeview/ . These programs will turn those nasty text files back into usable picture formats like .jpg and .jpg files. If you have any questions, just write and we can help you through. - Ed.
Hi. I'm a TV who has a big shoe fetish. I love wearing my shoes when I
step out to a nightclub. I always make sure that I click my heels loudly
to attract a lot of attention from all the guys. Especially when I sit
down at a table to order a drink I constantly uncross and cross my legs
to get more attention from the shoe lovers that stare at my nylon clad
legs and shoes! One time this guy came over to my table and asked to sit
with me. But I told him first to get on his knees and pay homage to my
beautiful high heels. Then when he did that, I kicked one off and told
him to go to the washroom and jerk off in it and bring it back to me. Once
he did that for me I then took the drink he brought over and spilled some
in my cum soaked heel. Then, making sure everyone was watching, I forced
him to drink my special cocktail. After that I'd take him home for more
high heel worship! I've enclosed a picture of my beautiful thigh high boots
that I was wearing out one night 
and hope that you like them as much as I do. I like flirting with them
on my legs! You have my permission to print this and, if you like, you
can pass my e-mail address in your magazine to other high heel lovers that
would like to see more of my collection. I love to wear patent heels and
run my hands over them and the heel. Plus I love people staring at me as
I walk down the street to clubs, that is, when I get out! Enclosed is a
picture of me 
tied up. The bondage was done by an admirer who couldn't find a real girl
so he settled for me. After it was all over he kept saying I was better
than most real girls; that made me feel real good! It's just too bad that
you don't live a little closer as I'm sure you'd love having me as your
bound she-male slave wouldn't you? The high heels I am wearing in the picture
are real leather as that's all this girl will wear on her cute toes. I
hope you enjoy the pictures.Thanks for about the most recent Patent Letter.
I've already downloaded it for reading later tonight. and you know that
this girl will get extremely hot reading and seeing all the pictures of
the ladies and their footwear!
The Girdle Queen
Gwen openmind@agt.net
Hi. You printed a tale of mine last issue but I'll be dropping another
one to you soon. I've got a picture or two I'd like to send but I 'm no
computer wizard. What's the easiest and best way? Me???? I am living and
working as a female. So am I a TV? No. A TS? No. Just Happy.
If you ever fancy a holiday some time... Kiss Kiss
Jackie
Our reply: The best way to send pictures, provided the are already translated to binary format, is to attach them to your e-mail. Most e-mail programs have a paper clip button that attaches files to e-mail. There are other ways, but they are more complicated and are too lengthy to detail here. If your pictures are not converted, you can have a Photo CD made or get them scanned someplace like Kinko's. If neither of these options is available to you, please write and we will help you through the process. - Ed.
I'm just a few weeks "on the air", but your Web-Site is the greatest
I've ever seen (please excuse my English.).Can I find stuff here about
crushing and trampling too? Id like to take a look in some newsgroups for
these things, but I don't have any access to a newsgroup server. Is there
any way to get to the newsgroups?
siek@boc.ascore.asgroup.de
Our Reply: We often place links in our Internet Places of Inter-est with just such info. Keep your eyes open, and maybe a reader will post a link! - Ed.
I had an airplane adventure. I was coming home from Central America, and I sat next to this woman with some black patent leather high heel pumps. It was an overnight flight, so she kicked off her shoes and fell asleep. I draped a blanket over my lap and used my foot to quietly slide her shoe toward me so I could pick it up and play with it under the covers. It was such a sweet rush not knowing if I would get caught while I inhaled her foot aroma and licked the shiny surface of the shoe, sucked on the heel, etc. What a memorable plane trip!
Michael jayo1@juno.com
Send letters to: Micko
Jenny moderates an IRC BDSM discussion on dalnet, which takes place Wednesday and Sunday. She has agreed to do a regular column here.
Reader: I was referred to you because you might have some insight that
could help me in satisfying this intense fetish of mine. I don't mind being
open about it since I know it will be my foremost sexual attraction for
the rest of my life, and how powerful this fetish is. I love women's sexy
feet in high heels. However, it is a little more complex. I don't really
like stockings or pantyhose at all. I love bare hot sweating feet in heels.
I enjoy hearing the sound of the sticky moisture of the foot rising off
the heel insole in a pair of sling back high heels in the Florida summer
heat. I especially like to see the sweat in the shoe from the foot as she
slips her foot out and exposes the hot streaks of sweat that her foot left
in the shoe. In most cases, women pay no attention to it and it holds no
significance to them so they take them off and walk away or dangle them
or whatever. Little do they know that they just hit my sexual libido with
a 44 Magnum as I usually am gasping for air at this point. I think I am
the only one I know of who is attracted to this, but it really matters
not to me. I love sweaty shoes. What a turn on. The more the better. If
you could give me advice, information, pictures, or anything relevant to
satisfying this fetish, please let me know. Thank you.
Answer: Okay, first of all, a disclaimer. I am not a sex therapist,
psychologist, nor do I hold any sort of license for dispensing advice.
Second, I am not pro-domme. In addition, I am unclear if you are asking
me for advice, or asking me for encouragement!! Not that I mind you asking,
but I don't just start sending people pictures... or my old shoes for that
matter! ;) However, one of the things I 
find appealing about shoe/foot worshippers (though that is not MY fetish),
is that it is a very prevalent and strong fetish, and one that is EASY
and FUN to exploit!!! In terms of being a domme, it gives me an immense
power rush to know that I can bring someone to their knees, just by flashing
my pump at them, or dangling it off of my foot. I am convinced at this
point that some of my graduate professor's have the attraction, and I delight
in propping my feet on a chair when I sit at the front of the class...
making sure they get a full view! :) Your "barefoot" fascination
is quite interesting!!! I don't know what location you are at, but this
brutally hot summer with this extended drought should afford you much enjoyment!!
If I were you, I would find lots of outdoor cafe's, particularly ones that
are located at hotels next to the swimming pool!! Sounds like a winning
combination to me!!! If you want to know if there are others like you,
you may want to check out the alt.sex.fetish.feet newsgroup. Good luck
with your fetish!!!
Please address all questions to tygger@ix.netcom.com.
Last time I told you about making my slave go to the grocery store with
one of my shoes strapped to his penis. Let me tell you more about the shoe.
It was one of my little strappy sandals; the ankle strap has had some extra
holes made in it for that purpose. I have fitted a suspender onto the strap.
Firstly, slave is put into a condom - otherwise known as a rubber cock
stocking! Then my ankle strap is fastened tightly around his c&b -
the suspender is clipped to the condom to keep the 'stocking' nice and
taut! Then the head of his cock is slipped under the toe bar. A little
padlock is added to the ankle strap stop him from loosening or playing.
To pump up a little, I hold the heel and jerk him off a bit. When his cock
is nice and stiff, up go the French knickers and his trousers, and off
to the shops he goes! The effect of the heel sticking up is like having
a HUGE erection (which of course he has anyway!) If he gets the shopping
right, he will be allowed to squirt his sperm into Mistress' Shoe on his
return..! Like it?
Bye
xxXxx
Stella
Send Stella's letters to: 100707.3175@Compuserve.com
OXFORD
Copyright - Stella M 1996
He was sitting on one of the seats in the lobby of a rather small and new art gallery in Oxford town centre; an unusual place, in that it seemed to have several functions - art by day, music by night, other things going on at various intervals. Right now, he was just glad to flop and chill out. He had visited four other galleries that morning, and his back and legs were starting to ache. He had caught an early train down from London, and now he just felt tired and a little sleepy thinking about the plod round the Ashmolean Museum before the return train journey home.
The seat faced a similar one opposite, where, like on his own, six or eight people sat in groups, chatting or pondering leaflets about forthcoming attractions. There were lots of other people milling about - the new venue had created a good deal of interest from locals and not-so-locals.
A couple got up and left, leaving a space opposite where he sat. Great, he thought, now I can stretch out my legs. He was just about to when a woman slid into the seat from nowhere, filling the spaces around herself with a number of shopping bags, some of which bore the names of expensive Oxford shops. She looked tired too - no doubt she had had a hard day at the shops. She was in her late 30's, he reckoned, wearing a smart dark brown coat. Slightly irritated by the loss of his stretching space, he promptly ignored her and went back to his previous thoughts.
As he skimmed down the list of music events he had found by the door,
he became dimly aware of the woman shuffling amongst the various carrier
bags. There was no real reason to notice, other than because of the inordinate
noise she was making with lots of tissue wrapping paper, which she 
was pulling out from inside one of the bags. He looked up at her again.
She seemed rather older the second time around, he thought, without wondering
why he even bothered to think it. Her face and hair were nondescript, she
was buried in the coat and rapidly disappearing under what seemed to be
an endless supply of tissue wrapping paper.
Suddenly, with an efficient sweep of her gloved hand, the tissue paper was scooped up and jammed into an empty carrier. A small smile of satisfaction crossed her lips. Off came the gloves, out came a handbag, and out of the handbag a gold cigarette case and lighter. She extracted a cigarette with what he could not but help notice were beautifully manicured fingers. The surprisingly long nails were painted a deep red that exactly matched the shade of her lipstick. She lit the cigarette and drew luxuriously on it, and as she exhaled her eyes met and held his for an instant that was just a mite longer than comfortable. He felt an odd shiver run down his spine. Why on earth...? Perhaps he was just tired... He went back to his pamphlet.
She was slipping off her shoe. The movement caught his eye instantly. He was always drawn to the sight of women adjusting their shoes. It always did something to him. It was a smart shoe, yet quite ordinary and unremarkable, but the way she had to turn in her seat to slip her finger down the side of the shoe made her coat fall open and away from her leg. It showed a smart brown tailored suit, the tight skirt of which stretched over the taut thigh and stopped just above the knee. Behind the knee joint were the unmistakable wrinkles of a non-stretch stocking. Her fingers slid slowly up her leg from her toe to her knee, stopped, smoothed, and carried on to her hip. With a jolt, he realized that her eyes were again upon his, but instantly withdrawn the moment he had noticed it. Again the hint of a smile. He felt awkward and foolish like a schoolkid caught looking up a girl's skirt.
Her eyes moved to the middle distance, and from there, back to one of her bags. They stayed for a minute or so. Then very slowly, her hand moved inside the bag. It twisted something he could not see. It let it drop and then returned. He couldn't think why he was getting so involved in watching a stranger rummage in a bag. It was just - well - something in the way she did things. As though she was sort of performing for an audience. Him.
Then the hand came up out of the bag. Her eyes were now upon what it held,
yet he felt that she was still somehow watching his every reaction and
basking in the attention. And attention was what she had from him, for
there in her immaculate hand stood an immaculate new shoe. She wasn't holding
it like a shoe, but rather, like a priceless sculpture; it stood on the
palm of her hand as if on display, as indeed, for him, it was. She steadily
raised it to her eye level, toe toward her face, heel toward him. This
time a small frown of critical concentration crossed her green eyes. She
examined the shoe like that for a full minute.
Her behaviour went unnoticed in the busy gallery. After all, there was nothing so unusual about a tired shopper examining her purchases, was there? But of course, for him, here, now, in this place he would remember for all time, there was. Fashions come and go, and most people let them pass without a thought. But for him, the stiletto heel bore a special significance. It had come to represent something deeply sexual in his psyche, symbolic of the ultimate woman, perfect in its shape and - yes - sculptural in its engineering. Impossibly impractical, it had earned the wrath of feminists and thereby firmly described itself as the key to all fantasy. And of course, now so totally out of fashion, it was nowhere to be seen. Except right here in front of his eyes.
The shoe was exactly the same colour as her suit, which he had realized was leather. The heel of the shoe was probably five inches high and thinner than a pencil, except at the tip where it thickened ever-so-slightly into a golden ferrule for the last half inch. The sole was made of creamy leather, the top from soft kid and carved with a cut-out tracery of leaves. Fine black patent piping ran around the seams. No cheap tart's shoe this. The pair must have cost over two hundred pounds. Impossibly high, yet so elegant and beautiful, so dainty and feminine, they would not have been out of place at Ascot. The obviously hedonistic delight shone in her eyes.
She could have been his lover, teasing him with what she knew would arouse him. She might have been a shoe designer pondering the shape or fit or colour. She might have been simply dissatisfied with what she had bought, and about to return it. He didn't care. His penis had snapped to erection as quickly as the shoe appeared in his line of vision. His mouth was dry, yet he could feel the dampness of the pre-cum on his leg. He was not ready for this. His knees were trembling, his hands starting to shake uncontrollably. He dropped them to his lap, hoping she had not noticed anything unusual, would not become aware of his warm cheeks and fixed stare, would not realize she was sitting opposite a shoe fetishist and take fright and hurriedly get up and go...
Oh praise the gods, no. Far from it. The shoe slowly descended from its exalted position, the smile back on her lips. She squirmed some more on her seat, turning to slip her foot into the shoe. He realized with a shock that she was wearing nylons. Not tights. Not just stockings. Nylons. Real ones. With a foot welt that curved up, round behind the heel, and extended up the back of the calf, stopping five inches above the top of the shoe in a flat cut-off known as a Cuban heel. With a seam that ran from her pedicured and varnished toes as straight as a die up the back of her leg to the tautly stretched heaven of dark stocking top, suspended away up inside the secret delights of her tight leather skirt.
He nearly fainted.
The next moments were probably no more than a minute long, but to him, it could have been an hour. Or two. All his senses were on turbo-drive; her foot, her fingers, the shoe all seemed to move in slow motion as his eyes drank in the delicious sensuality being played out before him. To think he might have got up and gone just before she arrived!
The shoe on her foot, the woman now started to examine it. In detail. The foot was turned this way and that. She held out the toe, twisted to look behind at the heel, dangled it from her toes, spiked the heel into the carpet and twisted it in. The frown and the smile alternated, her slender eyebrows knitted, arched, and relaxed. The other shoe came out of the bag and onto the other foot. The performance was repeated all over again. She even stood up and took a couple of small teetering paces, turning to flash the heels and seams his way before returning to her seat. The coat fell back again and he could see the tiny suspender bumps pressing from inside her skirt, which had now ridden up to show a minute crescent of stocking top. He was locked to his seat, spellbound.
After what seemed an age, he dared a look at her face. Her eyes were on him - or were they? A distant smile was back, yet her eyes seemed to look through him rather than at him. It was as though she felt his moist exhaustion, sensed his enslavement, knew he was her lapdog.
She got suddenly to her feet.
The cigarette was discarded in a nearby ashtray, the elegant gloves were replaced, each finger smoothed lovingly. The skirt was smoothed down the hips. The bags were gathered. Stepping gracefully over the feet of her neighbours despite the glorious shoes, she tripped lightly and so rapidly toward the street door. At the last moment, she turned, cast a gaze over the still full foyer, locked eyes with him. Was there a flash of some invitation? He leapt to his feet as her back turned once again. She was through the door and into the street.
By the time he got outside, she was fifty yards ahead. The heels made
a rapid and unmistakable 'tok tok' between the high walls of the narrow
Oxford back street, a sound he had not heard for years and now drank in,
ecstatically. He was gaining on her, of course: her steps were deceptively
tiny in the teetering heels. He didn't want her to see him, trailing behind
like a sulking dog on heat on a lead, but what exactly did he want? He
couldn't just go up and say "Hello, I'm a heel and stocking fetishist,
please would you strip me naked, chain me up, and tease my throbbing cock
with your beautiful shoes," now could he?
She turned a corner. The 'toks' faded.
People got in the way as he accelerated past them. Oh, no, he thought, don't get lost, don't go, please let me know more. What could he say? What would she think? Surely, despite her shatteringly erotic appearance, her feminine posture, her delightful heel play in the gallery, she was just an ordinary woman buying shoes, not a fetish dominatrix used to slaves groveling at her feet? Even if she was, how could he break the ice without looking like a boorish fool? Dare he even imagine that she was such a dream?
He spun round the corner, eyes frantically seeking her. It was all he could do to avoid cannoning into her, for she stood, stock still, just around the corner. He had to pass her or be discovered. As he did, she turned back around the corner and disappeared again, but he had walked twenty paces before he knew this, as he dared not turn to look. Sneaking a glance, his overheated mind realized what had happened, and he turned again.
This time she was not waiting around the bend. She was across the street and heading for another side street off of it: down it she went, and after he followed as if lead by the penis.
He was just in time to see her duck into another shoe shop. He walked on
past the shop. Luckily there was a news agents shop across the road. He
went in, picked up a magazine, and stood pretending to peruse it. The minutes
ticked by. Five. Then ten. The news agent was starting to give him suspicious
glances as she stepped from the shop. He slammed the magazine back onto
the shelf and ran out. She was standing outside the shop doorway, a mobile
phone to her ear. The brown shoes had gone. In their place were a very
similar pair, but this time, the heels were nearly seven inches high. Her
tiny ankles curved almost backwards as she stood, deliciously tall end
erect, talking into the phone. He stopped dead as a Bentley limousine slid
to a halt beside her, a chauffeur stepping smartly out to open the door
for her.
Good-bye forever, he thought. Oh, how shall I ever get over you?
The Bentley stayed where it was. Suddenly, he realized that the chauffeur was holding open the door on the side that faced him. He could see her, sitting relaxed inside, eyebrows arched in inquiry at him. Her elegant gloved hands played with a small brown riding crop.. her legs crossed, the high heels seemed to smile at him..
Send fiction to: Micko
by: Nick Matthews
Here's a transcript of a conversation I had with a girl that works at a
local insurance claims office. She was surprisingly candid and had no problem
with the tape recorder. I have omitted those parts of the conversation
that did not deal directly with the main topic, patent leather footwear.
If you decide to print this transcript, could you please include the introduction,
as it explains how this whole thing happened. I think you'll find this
pretty interesting- I sure did! (I have changed the girl's name by request)
Her name is Teri. She is an assessor's assistant at a relatively large
insurance claims office in Seattle. I met her while accompanying a friend
who needed to take care of some business there. While waiting in the lobby,
I introduced myself to her and began to strike up a conversation about
the insurance industry. During our conversation, she had to get up from
her desk to get some copies from across the office. That's when I noticed
her shoes. Beautiful jet black patent pumps with 5 inch heels. When she
returned to her desk, I complimented her on her high heels and asked her
quite bluntly if she would mind talking to me about patent leather shoes
and what she personally thought about them. She agreed, albeit with a giggle,
and met me later the next day for lunch at a soup and salad restaurant
on the east side. Here is that conversation.
PL: I know this must seem kind of strange, some guy wanting to talk to
you about shoes. I really didn't think you'd show today.
TERI: (laughs) Oh, I had to think about it for a while! My roommate was
telling me not to go! But you seemed pretty harmless yesterday, and when
you told me about the patent leather website, I got curious.
PL: Yeah, the first time I saw it, I thought 'what will they think of next?'
I mean, this whole Internet thing is huge. There's something for everyone.
TERI: I don't have a computer at home. I must be missing out on a lot.
PL: O.K. (moves tape recorder to center of table) Let's see...where can
we start? I guess we can start with those black pumps you were wearing
yesterday. I haven't seen ones like that in a while. The styles have changed
so much recently. Are high heels like that still very popular around the
office?
TERI: No, not anymore. I guess I still wear them once in a while because
I've always liked patent leather heels. They just seem more professional.
PL: Have you ever considered the way they look? I mean, to men?
TERI: Guys like high heels. I think they like the way they make our butts
stick out when we walk. I had a boyfriend once who wanted me to wear them
all the time. He had a real bad fetish for high heels.
PL: Was that O.K. with you?
TERI: Oh yeah, I kind of got into it at night when we'd go out. I would
wear short skirts and nylons. I always got looks from other guys. He loved
the attention I got, because he knew I was going home with him.
PL: Let me get back to those black patent pumps you have. How long have
you had them?
TERI: Let's see...(looks up and bites her lip) I bought them last year
at Kristen's downtown. So I've had them for almost a year now.
PL: How often do you wear them?
TERI: It depends on the outfit I'm wearing. Once a week, maybe. Sometimes
twice in one week, it just depends.
PL: Do you have any other patent leather high heels?
TERI: I just bought a pair of white ones for the summer, and I have a pair
of red ones and another pair of black ones at home, but those are getting
pretty old. I usually don't wear my shoes until they fall apart, especially
my patent leather ones. They show scuff marks too easy.
PL: Tell me about the first time you tried on a pair of high heeled shoes.
TERI: (laughs) You're really interested in all this aren't you? Let's see
(places head in hands) I think I was around 4 or 5...
PL: (interrupting) I'm sorry, I guess what I mean is, the first time you
tried them on to really wear someplace.
TERI: Oh! That's a whole different question. The first pair of high heels
I ever had were given to me by my sister. She had broken the tips off the
heels and was going to throw them away, but I wanted them for a date I
had. They were pretty old, red leather ones with real high spiked heels.
They were a little too big as I remember.
PL: How did they feel? Did you like wearing them?
TERI: I remember feeling old when I put them on. They hurt my toes.
PL: How did the date go?
TERI: Oh, the guy really liked them! He was a little shorter than me when
I had them on, but he didn't seem to mind. I had a good time that night.
PL: Do you find that guys treat you differently when you wear high heels?
TERI: Yes. Especially when I'm wearing real high ones, and I get an even
more intensive reaction when I wear patent leather heels.
PL: I was just going to ask you about that. Have you ever been with a guy
that was really into your shoes, I mean so that you'd notice?
TERI: I did have a boyfriend about 3 years ago that loved to give me foot
massages after work. I kind of miss him now. You get spoiled from that
kind of treatment. We didn't get along very well, though.
PL: Did he ever pay any special attention to your shoes?
TERI: Once, I caught him in the bathroom with one of my pumps, but he said
he was fixing the heel. It was kind of loose, and ready to break. He acted
a little funny, now that you mention it.
PL: Do you think you take pretty good care of your feet? Get pedicures
or anything like that?
TERI: I love getting pedicures, but I really can't afford them. I do try
to keep them clean and soft most of the time. I hate ugly feet.
PL: Have you ever had a guy pay any special attention to your feet?
TERI: Not since the guy I told you about before. Why? Do you like feet?
I mean women's feet. Or do you like high heels? You must, or you wouldn't
be talking to me right now, right?
PL: Well, I didn't want to talk about me today, really.
TERI: Come on, I think you do like a woman's feet and heels! I bet if I
hadn't been wearing my black pumps yesterday, you wouldn't have asked to
talk to me, right?
PL: O.K., I admit it, I find a pretty lady in patent leather pumps very
appealing. In fact, It's very sexy to me.
TERI: What do you like about them, patent leather high heels, I mean? From
a man's perspective.
PL: I think it's the way they shine and glisten when a girl walks in them.
I love it when a girl dangles them, too. It's very sexy. By the way, I've
always wondered, do women realize when they're dangling their shoes? Do
they know that a lot of men find that very sexy?
TERI: I play with my pumps with my feet all the time. And I do dangle them
a lot when I'm sitting somewhere. I have to admit, I never really thought
about it being sexy to men. All I know is, my poor feet are sore, so I
try to give them a break. I don't think many men realize how hard it is
to wear high heeled shoes all day. men should give their women more foot
massages, it has it's rewards.
PL: By any chance, did you happen to bring any of your shoes here today?
TERI: It's funny you should ask that. I did happen to bring the very same
pumps I wore yesterday. When you said you wanted to talk about patent leather
high heels, I kind of figured you might want to see a good example. They're
also the best ones I've got as far as being in good shape. You want me
to go get 'em?
PL: If it's not too much trouble. I want to ask you a few more questions
about them, but I'll need to show you on a real pair.
(Teri then left to go to her car. While she was gone, I tried to stay calm)
TERI: (sitting back down, placing her black pumps on the table between
us) Here they are! I hope they don't stink, my feet sweat pretty bad sometimes.
PL: (picking up the left pump) I doubt they stink that bad, they look pretty
well cared for. (I couldn't resist the urge to sniff it, so I brought it
up to my nose and inhaled. There was definitely a strong female foot odor
inside, but not offensive) No, they don't stink.
TERI: (smiling, but wide-eyed) I can't believe you just sniffed my shoe!
They don't stink? Really?
PL: (leaning forward, speaking softly) Shhhh! I don't want to attract a
bunch of attention over here! I don't mind the smell of a pair of pretty
shoes, and yours definitely do not stink. Not at all.
TERI: Well it kind of caught me off guard, just picking it up and sniffing
it like that. Here, let me have it (I hand her the pump, and she closes
her eyes and puts her nose into the toe of the shoe and inhales) I think
they stink. You really don't think so?
PL: Can I be honest?
TERI: Yeah, of course. You do think they stink, right?
PL: To tell you the truth, it kind of turns me on. Don't ask me why.
TERI: Really? You mean like it makes you horny or something?
PL: Well, not exactly. I mean, I don't get crazy or anything. I just find
the scent very interesting. Kind of like the smell of a woman's hair or
something like that. I really can't explain it, it's just appealing to
me.
TERI: Do all high heels smell good to you, or only certain ones? What makes
patent leather pumps so special? Or are they?
PL: I think that high heel shoes are completely different than any other
type of woman's shoe. Just the style and design of them makes them totally
unique. No other kind of shoe looks like a high heeled pump. They only
cover the bottom of your foot, and they have a lot of sexy feminine aspects.
Here, take a look at this (I point to the toe of the pump, and she looks
down at it) See how your toes have shaped the shoe in front? You can almost
make out each one of your toes in the surface of the patent leather. (she
brings the shoe up closer to her face, studying it) It's even more pronounced
when you wear them, because your toes really fill the shoe in there.
TERI: They're supposed to be tight, that's why my toes show. When you first
put 'em on, that doesn't happen. You gotta wear 'em a while.
PL: These are pretty low cut in front. That's another thing, a lot of guys
like it when a girl's toe cleavage shows.
TERI: You mean right here? (points to the rounded cut at the front of the
shoe) Those little cracks between the toes? Guys like to see that? It must
be like breast cleavage, huh? That must be why they like it. Do you look
at that?
PL: Oh yeah. Especially when the front is really low cut. I think that's
really sexy. It's so feminine.
TERI: This is really interesting. Can I ask you something? (I hear her
slip her foot out of her shoe under the table) You sound like an expert,
so tell me if these show enough cleavage or not.(she leans over the side
of the table and puts on her right pump. Leaning over the side of the table,
I look down at her foot. They look so sexy, I get a lump in my throat)
PL: That's almost perfect. See how the shape of your toes really show through
the patent leather? That's one of the things I was talking about. The patent
leather really enhances the effect, because the glossiness of it shows
the creases and wrinkles more.
TERI: (posing her foot from side to side, holding her hair back with her
hand as she studies her own foot) They are pretty, aren't they? I don't
think I'll ever stop wearing them. (she reaches down and slips it off her
foot, placing it back on the table) Here, now smell it! (she pushes it
towards me) It's still warm, even!
PL: You don't think I'll do it, do you? (I sniff it again)
TERI: You should smell my old black ones. Those babies are pretty stinky.
I don't wear them much anymore, since I bought these.
PL: (putting down the pump) Nope. They still don't stink. I bet even your
feet don't smell bad. But don't put 'em on the table! (I laugh) They probably
would kick us out of here.
TERI: My feet only stink when I wear tennis shoes. But I'd let you smell
'em if you want. Maybe you'd like that, too. Have you ever smelled a girl's
foot up close? That's got to be the stinkiest part of a woman's body.
PL: A few times. Some girls love to have their feet played with.
TERI: Yeah. Sometimes I like to have my toes sucked on. Have you ever done
that? You know, kind of like foreplay?
PL: (I notice that she's really looking into my eyes) Yep. I really like
that. But they have to be clean.
TERI: (looks at her watch) Oh, darn! I have to meet Sally at in 20 minutes!
I hate to run out on you, but I really want to continue this talk later.
Can you call me tomorrow? I work until 5, but my roommate will take a message.
Call me, O.K.? (she grabs her shoes, and smiles.)
PL: Yeah sure, O.K.! Hey, thanks for agreeing to meet me today. I really
appreciate it. You really helped me out. I'll call you tomorrow! (she jots
down her number on a napkin and turns it over in front of me)
TERI: Well, I'll see you tomorrow! Bye! (she walks away)
PL: (to myself) What an unbelievable hour this has been! I'm sweating to
death!
I paid the check, and headed to my car. What a great interview!
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