Patent Letter 13, October/November 1996

Once again let me thank everyone who has contributed to this issue.We have hit a point on our web server where we have to start making some decisions. Basically we are out of space and need to start moving older issues to another server. Hopefully we can make this move transparent to our readers, using links and such, but please bear with us while we make this change. Some pages may not be available for a short time until we find a new home for them. Address any problems or concerns to Mick at patent@juno.com or George at power@shadow.net.

This month we are starting a new feature hosted by Walt Stagner of Classic Pumps. He is going to be giving us the benefit of his expertise in the world of women's shoes. This weekend I went shopping and, in the course of my travels, ran into several pretty young ladies wearing black patent leather penny loafers with high, chunky heels. What I would like to know is who is the genius responsible for putting together the two worst styles in the history of man, loafers and chunky heels, together with beautiful black patent? However, as you will hear from

Walt's report, this is the direction shoe styles will probably continue to go for awhile.

A note about last month's issue. One on-the-ball reader caught the fact that I referred to an experiment being performed by Nick and Kayla which never got published. I was holding off until I had the whole thing in hand, but the last chapters never arrived, so I chose not to publish it at that time. I just forgot to take out the reference in my letter. However, Kayla has regrettably just disappeared from the scene, and the work remains unfinished. So I will publish what I have this month. That's about it from here, kids.

LETTERS FROM OUR READERS:

From the GIRLS!

Hi Mick: While we were on vacation awhile back we were in Reno and went to one of the big hotel/casino complexes to have dinner. We both love to play the nickel slots so after dinner we went in and found 2 machines next to each other and proceeded to get a charlie horse in our arms from pulling the handles. There was a convention going on at this place at the time and it was just getting out. A couple came walking out and sat down at the slots. There wasn't anything special about the woman except she had white patent 5 in. heel sandals on and had nice looking feet. After they had played the machines for awhile, she reached down in her bag and came out with what appeared to be a rolled up dish towel. It was rolled up to about 3 in. diameter and about 6 in. long. She looked around to see if anybody was watching. She couldn't see us watching so she proceeded to stuff this towel down between her legs under her dress and sort of sit on it. She kept playing the machine and started wiggling around on the towel. Pretty soon it was obvious she was getting off and really enjoying it. Mind you now they are both sitting on these big plushy stools so she puts one leg over in her husbands crotch and he proceeds to play with her toes and shoe. All this time she is really getting her jollies and still stuffing quarters in the slot machine. Needless to say my husband and I were both getting hot watching all this so we had to quit and go back to the hotel room and get into some comfortable 5 in. heels.

I think Patent Letter has changed my life! For all of my adult years I knew I was interested high

heels but I never realized how much until now. Just knowing that frequently finding the shoes more attractive than the woman in them is a common and reasonably 'normal' thing has filled me with a feeling of absolute bliss! It is warming to discover that there are other people as well who find just a small picture of the lower part of a womans leg and a foot placed in shiny patent leather, infinitely more arousing than a dozen 'hardcore' photos. Splendid work you are doing. We need it!

I was beginning to wonder if women in NYC still wore patent leather shoes. I had not made a sighting in weeks. And then yesterday that all changed. 1) I was sitting in in the small park area @ 46th & 6 when a perfect vision walked by - she was wearing a light green jacket, silk scarf, white pants atop the most wonderful high-heeled patent leather spike shoes. I couldn't believe it. She passed right in from of me. 2) I was walking to the subway on 50th, heading to Broadway when I noticed a young woman standing outside a building wearing a white polo shirt, jeans and white patent leather high-heels. 3) I sat down on the subway opposite a young woman wearing black patent leather sandals with a 2" block heel. 4) I was walking up Broadway, at 74th, when I passed woman in her 30's wearing pants, and white patent leahter mules, 4"(at least) high, with a slim platform sole. All these sightings in one day, and a balmy day in NYC at that. Guess I'll be shopping for a new pair of shoes today (and keeping my eyes open).

Hello to all. I am called Bootslave. I would love to write some erotic stories for all of you to enjoy, and get off on. Please tell me what you think of these titles, and if you want me to write them. (All stories would involve spiked shoes and boots "of course!")

  1. Naughty Nurse.
  2. Classroom Kink.
  3. Babysitter in Boots.
  4. She's the Boss. (Office antics)
  5. The Principal's Pumps.
  6. Little Boot Licker.
  7. Silly Shoestore.
  8. Caught in the Act! (In Her Closet.)
  9. Nasty Nanny.
10. Next Door Neighbor. (The Tease!)

Let me know what you all think. I know you will "lust" them!
P.S. Nancy, wow, you sound GREAT! (Referring to her letter last month. - Ed.)

From the BOYS!

Gush..... WOW..... Those letters are incredible!! I was surprised that there are so many people who love women’s sexy spiked pumps! I thought that I was alone with this habit. YES! Women’s lovely spiked pumps and their curvy stocking legs turn me on! I like to smell warm pumps and lick the insoles. This is my first time talking about this habit to a person. And I would like to say that you are a hero! Because you have taken so much time to publish those gorgeous pictures and exciting words. I admire you. I am truly a loyal reader. And I would like to help you if I have the chance. I was shocked that there are many women who like to play with their pumps! I would like to find a girl who has same habit. And I would like to be her friend. Again, I really enjoy reading your excellent letters. I have all the copies and pictures! I really appreciate your giving those interesting web-sites too. Thank you. Looking forward to hear from you and hope to read your hot letters again and again!! Have a nice day!

Thanks for the great page - I really enjoy it (I'm back far too often for my own good). It's not "one

of the best sites", it's more like probably THE BEST site. So a special thanks to you. Just to say that I have been watching "Hope & Gloria" here in the UK - I know, but I think its funny. Well, if you have ever watched it - how about Gloria's shoes? (On occasion they show them, particularly when she goes on a date.) Nice or what? If you haven't caught it, try!

Our Reply: Have not heard of Hope & Gloria. It will probably be on PBS someday, so we will keep an eye open for it! If anyone has tapes available, let us know. - Ed.

I love your "Patent Letter" mag!!!! Great stuff--the best that I have seen! I tried to send some images from my file, but couldn't. Please email me and I will try to reply.

My girlfriend, Amanda and I have been together for over three years now and we recently got married. She has known about my shoe fetish for just a year. So for me, when we walked down the aisle, she wore a pair of white stiletto heels at a height of 6 inches. She even got her friends attending the wedding to wear high heels too. After the wedding and the banquet I carried her across the threshold hoping for a night of endless passion. She took of her wedding gown and stood there with just her lacy white underwear and pumps on. When I got her into bed, she stopped me. She called her two former roomates, Kristen and Jane. They came over and didn't have time to change out of their clothes yet. Both Kristen and Jane's shoes caught my attention. Both were wearing the same shoes that Amanda did. Amanda explained to both of them how I had a big shoe fetish and how she wanted to please her husband tonight. Amanda took off her left shoe and put my now stiffening cock into it. She wore a narrow shoe so it was a little difficult to fit my penis in but when it was done it was a perfect fit. I tried to hold off on my cumming until later. I was quite confused at what the three women were whispering about in the corner. At last they took off all their clothes except for their shoes. When it was all done, I was told to get on my knees near the end of the coffee table. Kristen laid down on her back and and spread her legs apart. Right there I saw her wet pussy. I looked toward Amanda and she told me to go right ahead. With the shoe around my cock I began to fuck Kristen beyond belief. I didn't think the whole shoe would fit in her but it did. Next Jane got on top of the table and sat there waiting for the right moment. When I reached the point of orgasm, I opened my mouth to scream in ecstacy. Instead Jane had shoved her heel in my mouth and told me to lick it

clean and suck on it. Wow, I really appreciated what my wife was doing for me. While trying to do two things at once, I felt a cold heel enter and dig into my rectum. Oh! The pain from the sharp heel! She began thrusting her heel in and out. Soon I followed Amanda's rhythm when I was fucking Kristen. The pain was very hard to bare but I could not scream out. They all took turns in these different positions. The one they most enjoyed was fucking me from behind. Sucking, fucking and being fucked at the same time was extraordinary and it paved a long and wonderful path for a new sexual relationship. A few days after our honeymoon, I had missed having sex with three women and I urged Amanda to get her friends over here again. Amanda called her friends with no hesitation. This time Kristen and Jane had brought their whole shoe collections. Every shoe they had with at least a 5 inch heel, some wide and some thin. When we all got into position, I was fucking Jane with an opened toe patent leather pump with a 6 1/2 inch heel. I was also sucking on Amanda's gold sequin shoes with a 5 inch heel and Kristen was probing my anus with a 6 inch heeled brown suede pump.

This experience was absoluetly blowing my mind. Out of all the different kinds of heels digging into me, I felt that suede and patent leather were the most enjoyable. Amanda's sequin shoe was hard to take in, however. Another night I fucked Amanda with a navy and white spectator shoe with a heel height of 7 inches. I sucked on Kristen's 6 inch strappy pump and took in all of Jane's 8 inches of heel from her red T-strap sandal. The most I ever took in was 10 inches from Amanda's high heeled platform shoe with a heel width of 1-1/2 inches. Again they all switched positions at 30 minute intervals. Before too long I felt very sore all over my body. Having two heels inside me and jizzing in a shoe was too much work for me. So we reduced our pleasure to just two times a week. I hope there are some as lucky as me to have willing loved ones indulge in your shoe fetish.

Our Reply: Ah, fantasy! Actually William wrote our fiction this month and submitted this letter as well, so we printed them both. Hope you enjoy them.

What can I say? "Patent letter" is brilliant! (Very good pun. So is Patent Leather... brilliant, as in

shiny! - Ed.) It's so good I've added a link to it from my website. I am a TV and have a fetish for shoes. I used to get Leg Show Magazine but now I can surf into Patent Letter! If you want to look at my TV oriented site my url is http://www.users.dircon.co.uk/~avatar/suzieq/start.htm. Keep up the good work - I love your site!

Send letters to: Micko All e-mail addresses will be published unless it is specifically requested not to do so.

TYGGER'S TALES:

Jenny moderates an IRC BDSM discussion on dalnet, which takes place Wednesday and Sunday. She has agreed to do a regular column here. This month Tygger brings something a little bit different to the issue... a fantasy she wrote for yours truly!

I am feeling quite playful..and dominant!!! So, I start a wrestling match with you...and though you can easily overpower me, you let me pin you on your stomach, and I quickly truss up your wrists and your elbows. Then, in best Texas cowgirl form, I turn and grab both your ankles and tie them together, pulling them up to tie to your wrists. Now, I have you in a perfect hogtie, and I am quite turned on, as I know your cock is already throbbing behind the button-down fly of your jeans.

After you are securely tied, I then push you gently on your side, and lie next to you on the floor, gently kissing you, lightly at first, then slipping my tongue between your lips and sucking your tongue into my mouth. I press my breasts against you, and shudder at the sound of your frustrated moans and the feel of your struggles against your bonds. My nipples are already erect. Suddenly, I stop kissing you, and place a leather gag in your mouth, stifling the sounds you make even further. You now know what started as a playful romp just got deadly serious.

I slip out of my jeans. I am now only wearing a t-shirt and panties. We were, after all, just hanging around your apartment. I leave the room briefly, and return carrying my 5" patent leather fetish pumps. You begin to moan and struggle in earnest now...not to escape, but to feel the bonds against you, restraining the way you love. I have you turned on your side, facing the couch, so I sit on the couch, not really paying attention to you, and slip my heels onto my bare feet. I run my hands slowly up my ankle and calf of one leg, before moving to the other leg...teasing you with my motions, letting you imagine how your hands..and tongue, would feel on my skin. I also lightly run my hands across the patent leather, knowing you are dying to be touching and licking my shoes in worship, but knowing I am going to torment you with that desire tonight.

I now stand about two feet away from you, legs slightly apart, watching you wriggle on the floor in

frustration as you are watching my shoes, and glancing up my body, back to my shoes. You watch as my panties slip down my legs, to my ankles, resting just above my shoes, only two feet away from your face. You make a sound similar to a growl and buck against the ropes. I quietly and delicately step out of my panties, pushing them to the side with my shoe. As you look up, you see me standing, legs apart, in only my t-shirt...nude to the waist. You can see I am already starting to swell from the game I am playing with you, and your frustration and pleasure grow. You wriggle slightly, as your cock is so hard, you are slightly uncomfortable in your now tight jeans and jockeys.

Without ceremony, I pull off my t-shirt. I wasn't wearing a bra, so I am now nude, clothed only in my shiny pumps. I take a couple of steps closer to you, so my shoes are inches from your face. You don't make a sound; you are simply mesmerized by my nearness. Suddenly, I turn and move back to the couch. You make an angry sound, then a moan of imploring. I sit on the couch, one foot on the floor, far to one side, the other pulled up on the couch, so you can see my glistening sex, so ripe for you. I look at your for a moment, tilt my head back slowly on the couch, close my eyes, and begin lightly touching my breasts. I lightly circle my nipples with my fingertips, which are now incredibly hard. I run my fingertips across them, sighing as I touch myself in the ways I know feel so good, the same ways I want you to touch me...in time. After I tease myself this way for awhile, I slip one hand between my legs and spread my labia wide. My lips are shaved, and you can see how exposed and ready I am. I reach down with my other hand and just lightly touch myself, exploring my inner labia slowly...and moving up to my clit. As waves of pleasure move up my body, I moan slightly and move against my hand. I slip my finger into myself...pressing my clit with my thumb, gasping slightly. I stopped playing with myself after a time, long before I am ready to cum, but after I am teased completely.

You are watching me, hot and flushed, nearly ignored as I am pleasuring myself. I again turn my

attention to you, getting onto the floor on my hands and knees, and crawling to you. I take my fingers with which I was exploring myself, and gently trace your lips with them, watching your pupils dilate with pleasure and listening to you whimper and moan. I then lie down next to you, nude but for my shoes, and lick your lip around the leather gag, tasting you, me, and the leather. I press my nakedness against you, pressing my knees into your throbbing crotch and wriggling against, causing just enough friction to make you a little frantic, but only for a bit. I am just getting started!

I then stop kissing you, and get up on my knees. I reach over you, gently removing your shoes, so you will be more comfortable. I make sure I am leaning over you...with my shoes pointed toward your face, knowing you are frantic for the proximity, and it makes you even crazier that I am engaged somewhere else...like I don't notice. I then lie down in front of you again, pulling your t-shirt out of your jeans slowly. I run my nails gently down your sides and along your belly, hearing

you gasp behind the gag. I then turn, so that I am facing your knees, and my shoes are in front of your face. I slide one shoe close enough that the toe is just touching your cheek, and rub your check with it. As I am doing this, I run my hand and fingers across your cock, trapped behind your jeans. I give enough pressure on your cock so that you feel it, but I touch you lightly enough to make you struggle to get more pressure from me. This make me smile as I watch your face, and I gently rub your cheek with the toe of my shoe. Your eyes are closed, and you are moaning and making animalistic sounds alternately. I rub your lips with the toe of my shoe, and slip my fingers inside the waistband of your jeans...not far enough to touch your cock, making you attempt to buck against me.

As I keep rubbing your face with my shoes, I slowly unbutton your jeans and pull your cock out of your shorts. It is incredibly erect, and fluid is dripping out of the end. I murmur something sympathetic to you, asking you if you would like for me to touch you. You moan and whimper, clearly begging me for some tactile attention. So I gently run my fingertips lightly up and down your shaft, occasionally slipping up the head to spread your precum in small circles, then touching my fingertips to my tongue to taste you. You are nearly oblivious to everything except the feel of my shoes on your face, and the feel of my fingers on your cock. I tease you like this for about twenty minutes before I begin brushing my lips against your shaft, and then gently licking you. When you are shuddering uncontrollably, I get up and leave the room. You are gasping for air, head spinning, when you hear me return, the sound of ice clinking inside of a glass reaching your ears.

"I was thirsty," I said, standing inches from your face, taking a sip of water. I kneel down, fishing out an ice cube, and tracing first my lips with it, then yours. You moan a bit, wondering what I am up to. "First, let's put you back up!!!" I lie back down, pressing my shoes against your face for a moment, and gently tuck your cock back into your shorts, buttoning your jeans back up, making sure I stroke you with my hand as I do so. You moan loudly; you weren't expecting to be re-trussed THAT way! "I just want to make sure you don't have any premature....well..you understand!! You are not going to cum until I am ready...and that may not be for a few days!"

I then kneel so that I am facing your stomach. I gently pull up your shirt, and fish out an ice cube. You start to understand, and begin to struggle and moan in protest. I settle in, and gently trace your side with the cube of ice, watching your muscles jump at the touch. You are moaning and bucking slightly, but your moans are not in protest. I then begin tracing the water trail I am leaving with my tongue, making light contact, but moving slow enough to warm up the frigid trail I am leaving. Occasionally, I hit a slightly ticklish spot with my tongue, and as I hear you gasp with shock, and laugh, I have to nibble there a bit. I repeat this process on your stomach, and move up to your nipples, freezing them by tracing ice circles around them, then licking them warm, and biting them gently, pulling just a little. Finally, after about a half hour, I am out of ice!

STELLA'S STORIES:

You have my apologies regarding no contribution this month. I have been working too much.. no time for creative thoughts, or to attend to literary computer slaves either. (I have been travelling the country on shoots, which is interesting, as I have found another *nice* shoe shop...) but I AM still here and WILL contribute when the creative juices start flowing again. Meanwhile, watch out for the next edition of Skin 2 Magazine (No.21, out November) for my pictures of Club Whiplash's 'Pleasurezone 6' - 600 perves frolicking in the sun at an English sports club. (So nice to have 7 submissive assistants when one works.)

Well, we've just returned from the WSA shoe convention in Las Vegas, NV. This is the first in what

I hope will be a series of reports provided to Patent Letter readers every month. News from the show is bad if you're a lover of sexy high heeled pumps. If you're a lover of women's shoes that look like men's shoes, the news has never been better. This show features fashion trends for Spring 1997. The next WSA show, to be held in February 1997 will spotlite shoe fashion trends for Fall 1997.

Although there are some mail order companies like ours who attend this show it is attended mostly by retailers. I can unequivocally state that the reason you do not see high heels in retail shoe stores is that they are no longer viewed as a "mainstream" product which, in turn, means that they won't sell. In a "sea" of over 500 shoe companies, I can count on one hand the number of companies who exhibited pumps of ANY SORT.

My main reason for attending this show was to reaffirm my committment to Spanish Leather and Amour/Pepe Jimenez who are the two shoe vendors with which we do business. Both companies have assured me that as long as I want to buy their shoes, they'll continue to make them for us.

However, there is SOME CONCERN on my part about the long-term availability of some of the key component parts of our shoes like the heels. What does this mean? Recently we received a shipment of our slightly less popular low-heeled pump. When I inspected a few pair, as I always do, I noticed that the heel shape varied slightly from the one we'd been getting during the past 4 years. When I queried my vendor, the response was: "They must have run out of the old heel and substituted something they felt was close."

"Unacceptable" I said. However, it turns out that maybe there isn't much I can do unless I'm willing to pay $$$ to make a new mold. During times of mainstream market pump popularity, the factories "foot the bill" for new heel molds when necessary. But, since pumps aren't currently mainstream items, this isn't likely to happen. I've been assured that there WILL NOT be a similar problem with the higher heels. But how many months supply of the heels is there? "Unknown," was the answer.

What's the point of this discussion? Classic Pumps is determined to sell ONLY the highest quality, best-looking (dare I say sexy??), high heel pumps on the market. While we will do all that we can, we are not in a position to fund the cost of new molds for the high heels that we love and sell. Although I'd like to think that we'll have an uninterrupted supply of high heeled pumps for as long as we want them, at this time I can only say that I hope so.

FICTION:

The Adventure
by William Lee wlee@lynx.dac.neu.edu

As it begins to pour I decide to seek shelter in a quiet bar. Apparently it was supposed to be 'happy hour'. Not many were around. A lonesome old man in a double breasted business suit had his face down on a table clutching a nearly empty bear mug. As I peer to my right a rather young couple decide on a song to be played on the jukebox. It was the usual night at Cappy's Bar and Grill. I grab a seat at the table in the back. I tried to stay isolated as possible. I was not surprised to see old Cappy was nowhere to be seen. I had just escaped from the office after doing three hours of overtime. Luckily I had no wife and kids to go to. My last girlfriend was very dependent on me. Always asking me for money or transportation. But that was a month ago. I haven't seen her since.

I take off my raincoat and set it on the chair beside me. Finally one of Cappy's waitresses comes over. Shirley had worked here for many years. Her sagging eyes didn't seemed to convey a sense of unhappiness. I ordered myself a Rolling Rock. It was after an hour I noticed something out of the ordinary appear in the bar. The long slender legs of a fine brunette walked through the main entrance. She seemed to capture everyone's attention including the old drunken bastard who suddenly awoke to the sound of her clattering high heels. She sat on a bar stool turning the seat left and right showing her legs and her heels. She had on one the most beautiful pairs of black patent shoes I had ever seen. The pumps had a gold buckle around the front and a golden spiked heel arching upwards at an erotic height of 7 inches. I was wonderfully aroused at the sight of her stilleto heels. She also saw my arousement. My pants began to bulge. I grabbed the bottle of beer and tried to calm myself down. I have never seen such high heels on such a pretty woman. My last girlfriend always complained about the pain of wearing such high heels. The highest heel she has ever worn was about 2 inches. I kept asking myself if I should go over and chat with her. While I was wondering I stared at her lucious legs and heels. She was also wearing a raincoat; a long black shiny slicker, but she did not take it off. All you could see was her hair, coat, legs and heels. I noticed that her shoes were wet from the water trickling down her raincoat. It was dripping onto her shoes and all the way down her spiked heels, finally creating a large puddle below her.

After a minute I could not take it any longer. I walked over to her and asked her how a pretty lady like her ended up in such an awful place. She replied by asking how such a handsome man as I would ended up here too. I whispered into her ear that it was destiny. She giggled. I was captivated at how gorgeous she was! She was like a brunette version of a Nikki Taylor. Cute, yet very sexy. I asked her where she worked and to my amazement it turned out she was working on the floor below me in the office building. She was also kept after work to do overtime. Her name was Bridget. For half an hour we got to know each other. I looked at my watch and it was time for me to go. I offered to walk her home and did so. We walked up the stairs in the apartment building. It seemed very run down. There was musty odor that made me almost nauseous. At last we made it to her apartment. I let her walk in front of me. Again my manhood began to bulge, as I could not resist the sight of her high heels. When we got to her door. She asked me to stay. I wasn't sure. After all we had just met. But, of course, I entered her well furnished home. She locked the door after me. I didn't expect to be here for much longer. Before I could turn around and comment on her beautiful apartment, she grabbed me by my shirt and thrust her mouth to mine. I tried to undress myself while we kissed passionately. Her hands were working me from head to toe. She pulled away and walked into her bedroom telling me to get comfortable. I sat on her sofa noticing that her shoes were on the carpet. I handled one shoe and smelled her wonderful scent. My cock began to get even harder, but this time I could not control myself. I grasped her right shoe and shoved it into my crotch. My long penis fit well in her size nine shoe. I came all over the inside. I was relieved, but a little embarassed. When I turned around, she was standing there dressed in sexy black, lacy lingerie. She waved her finger at me and told me how naughty I was. She then struck me with a whip that was in her hand,almost knocking me unconcious.

Before I could get up she had already began tying me up. I was too dizzy to know what was going on. So I let it be. I was on my knees, my arms and wrists were tied behind me, and my ankles were bound. I begged her to release me. She was angry at me for jizzing in her shoe. But then she licked all the cum out. Next she shoved the same shoe into my mouth so the 7 inch heel was scratching at the back of my throat and I felt like choking. She tied that around my head like a patent leather gag. Next she went to my crotch and tied the left shoe to me with my cock inside. She told me to start humping into the shoe or she would strike me again. I did so with no hesitation. She walked back into her room and returned wearing a pair of platform shoes with a 12 inch heel. I was afraid that she would start kicking me. She told me not to stop. I came until it was dripping out of her shoe and onto the carpet. After the euphoria of orgasm started to wear off, I started to get frightened. What was next? The heels she wore were the highest I had ever seen. The width of the heel was about 1 1/2 inches but increased in width going up to the heel. I was afraid. She pushed me forward until my head and my knees touched the floor. I felt a lengthy object enter my anus! She shouted out how much of the heel I was taking in. One...two...three...six inches! I was in so much pain. Finally after a few seconds of her long heels probing my rectum, I began to cry out around the heel in my mouth. But she continued. 12 inches. She had inserted the whole high heel into my anus and began fucking me with it. As she thrust the heel in and out of me I seemed to get used to the pain and began to feel how erotic this was becoming. My erected penis continued to shoot off cum. I was in a moment of ecstacy.

Now she began a different pace. More slowly. Smoothly she pumped the heel in and out of me. When she was done she took off her shoe and kept the heel firmly planted in me. My anus was so sore now. Then she dragged me into a cage in a seperate room. She wipped me several times and put nipple clamps on me. She was getting aroused through all this, seeing two of her heels piercing my body,one in my mouth and one in my ass, and another one protecting my manhood. I suddenly fainted from all the pain and was sure I would never awaken. But it had been worth it to enjoy my most erotic adventure ever.

Send fiction to: Micko

OPERATION PATENT LEATHER PUMPS:

By: Nick Matthews and Kayla

Hello again! Glad to be back! Well, as you've heard, we've got yet another fantastic adventure to tell you about. This time, it involves utilizing the services of two girls and their near total inexperience with the world of patent leather high heels, and what happened when they were placed into several planned public situations where the action could be monitored and documented as both wore loud, attention- getting high heels in several colors of patent leather. The idea for this came from a discussion between our resident princess of pumps, Kayla and her two college roommates during a weekend get-together earlier this past July. During their visit, Kayla introduced her two friends to the various pages of The Patent Letter website. A lengthy, question-filled discussion occurred as a result, culminating in the proposal to coordinate a "study" to determine exactly how much attention was actually given by men, women or any other interested people to women wearing spiked patent leather high heeled shoes in a variety of public environments. We decided the study would take place during a weekend, and would involve three main public situations.

1) Visiting the local airport.

This scenario would evaluate the large crowd situation, and long indoor walking distances. Both girls would have to sit down at a remote gate seating area to "rest" their tired aching feet, so the reactions of other people in the area that might be watching could be observed. The high turn- around rate of airport visitors would also ensure a constant supply of "girl watchers".

2) Shopping at a grocery store.

This scenario would involve long-term standing, and contact with a more conservative mix of people, like housewives and children. The main reason for this scenario however, was to take advantage of a situation where two girls in provocative footwear would stand out like sore thumbs, and therefore entice any interested people to follow and go out of their way to take second looks, if they so desired. The interesting thing about grocery stores, though, is that watching someone too long is very conspicuous, providing an interesting twist.

3) Dining at an open-air restaurant.

This is almost the exact opposite of the grocery store scenario. Both girls would be sitting down the entire time, with almost no direct visibility of their feet or shoes. The goal here is to draw the attention of any interested people through "under the table" action specifically.

We begin...

Both girls agreed to follow our exact directions and avoid any laughter or other reaction that might give away their motives. All clothing worn throughout the study was provided by the girls themselves, with the exception of the shoes, which were gladly loaned for the occasion by me. I have a considerable variety in myprivate collection from which to choose. Any comments or conversations involving spectators or anyone having had direct contact with the girls were immediately noted by Kayla and Nick and are quoted where possible. All names with the exception of Kayla and myself have been changed by request. For a brief introduction and the remainder of this study, I will now turn over the keyboard to Kayla. - Nick

The Study...(Introduction)

As a woman who understands and appreciates the special appeal of high heeled shoes, I simply couldn't resist the opportunity to observe what would happen if two of my friends, who never really thought about the distractive nature of wearing super high heeled patent pumps, were to actually and purposely be in public situations while wearing shoes like that. Both of my friends wear their own high heels just like any other average American woman, but their personal opinions and perceptions of high heeled shoes beyond that didn't amount to much. Most women don't think of their footwear as socially distracting or engaging unless it happens to strike them that way for whatever reason, and usually never think about men going out of their way for a brief glimpse of their shoes or having long term memories about a particular woman's shoes they might have seen.

I guess I wanted to prove that my experiences in this way were not unique, and happen to lots of women and men every day in almost every imaginable social evironment. I felt that this experiment would also show my friends first-hand what happens when a girl goes out in shoes like that. And because both were expecting certain reactions, they would be much more conscious of all the subtleties involved and maybe even learn to appreciate the whole experience in some way. Lastly, this became a sort of special project for the benefit of all the readers of the "Patent Letter", without which we may never have had the insight to even attempt. Thanks Mick! - Kayla

The Study... (The Participants)

Of course, none of this would have been possible without the willingness of my two friends, Jen and Christi, if they hadn't been willing to take a dare and go for it! They proved to be quite receptive and very quick learners throughout this whole thing, and my deepest thanks go out to them. Let me tell you a little about them.

I've known Jen for almost 10 years and she's one of my closest friends. We went to college together for 3 years. Jen is what you would call a shy girl but with party potential. In other words, she takes advantage of almost all new experiences she can get, and usually handles them well. She just stays home a bit too much! She's about 5 foot 4 and petite, has long california-style hair (if that means anything!) and wears a size 6 shoe. Nick says she's a "solid 8" on a one to ten basis.

Christi was my best friend before we went to college. She had never owned a pair of high heels before she met me, and swore after she tried on mine that she would never buy her own because they were "the most uncomfortable single items of clothing" she had ever put on her body. This opinion changed about two weeks later when she met a guy who thought every woman should have a pair of high heel shoes. She immediately dragged me to the local "WILD PAIR" store for a pair of pumps! She's been a faithful high heel wearer ever since. Christi is 5 foot 6 1/2, relatively slim but busty, and has medium length dark brown hair. She wears a size 7 shoe. Nick says she's a "high 8 with a 9 dying to come out". (Guys just love the one to ten rating system, don't they?!) I think both girls are very pretty.

OK, now lets tell everyone what happened!

The Scene...

PART ONE: THE AIRPORT

We arrived at the local airport at 10:00 AM Saturday morning. The plan was for Jen and Christi to walk through the airport to a random passenger gate and sit down as if waiting for someone to arrive. They would be separated by at least 20 to 30 feet as they made their way through the airport, and would sit separately at the gate seating area as well, in order to maximize individual reaction from the surrounding people. Nick and I would follow them at a safe distance so as not to look associated in any way. The goal was for them to appear totally independent and unrelated to each other. Both were told to do certain things after arriving at the gate to attract the attention of our target audience, should they be present.

The Outfits:

Jen wore a light blue women's business suit with sheer dark hose and a pair of comfortably worn black patent leather pumps with 5 inch heels from Frederick's of Hollywood out of Nick's shoe collection (I must say, the most high heels I have ever seen in one place outside of a shoe store).

Christi wore a white denim skirt with a pink silk blouse and a pair of white patent pumps with 4 1/2 inch heels also from Nick's collection. (the brand name had worn off the insole, so positive identification of the shoes was not possible, but I believe they were "Rush Hour" shoes from Leed's because I had seen ones like them before.

The Airport stroll:

From the very beginning in the parking garage, it became clear that Jen and Christi were going to be getting quite a bit of looks from the guys. From our vantage point about 30 feet behind them, we noticed about a 50 percent "double take" rate from passing men (20 percent from women) all the way to the gate seating area we had chosen earlier. No one attempted to follow them as far as we could tell- this was a bit of a surprise to both Nick and I. Because of the distance, (roughly 1/4 mile) to the gate, Both definitely needed a rest by then and sat down in different seats per the plan. Nick and I then took seats in the adjoining seating area to begin the observation.

The next phase of the plan involved two different situations. Jen would take off her shoes and place them under her seat, then get up and leave the area for 15 minutes. We wondered if anyone would attempt to steal her shoes. Christi was to dangle her pumps furiously for 15 minutes or until someone responded by approaching her for conversation, or just sitting close by for a close look.

Ready for more on "operation PL pumps"? We left off at the airport, with Christi and Jen at the gate seating area ready to do their thing. The first experiment was to have Jen take off her heels and leave them under her seat. We were hoping that somebody might come up and take them or something, but the only way to find out was try it, so here's what happened.

"Abandoned high heels"

Jen was supposed to sit down near someone (preferably a guy) dangle her pumps to get his attention, and then take off her shoes and leave them under her seat. She would then get up and simply walk away. Nick and I would watch from a safe distance to see what happened next.

So, Jen and Christi both took separate seats in the gate area, crossed their legs and began dangling their pumps seductively from their toes. Watching them from across the concourse was pretty weird. Here were two attractive girls, from all appearances totally unassociated with each other, sitting on opposite sides of a row of seats facing out into the open space of the concourse, both furiously dangling their high heels from their toes and trying to look absolutely natural! Men passing by were definitely looking at them and trying not to give either Jen or Christi any obvious direct eye contact. Both Jen and Christi were reading magazines, and didn't appear to be concious of the attention they were getting, but each of them occasionally would look over to Nick and I with a smile, waiting for a signal. It was going pretty good.

After a few minutes, I signalled Jen to drop her pump and proceed with the plan. So she let the dangling pump fall off her foot, and bent over removing the other shoe and slid both of them under her seat with her bare foot. Then she got up and headed towards the other side of the terminal. Christi continued her dangling show without skipping a beat.

I looked around the terminal to see if anyone was paying any special attention to either the lone pumps, or Christi's performance but couldn't really tell. Just then, two businessmen walked up and sat right next to where Jen had been sitting. One of the men looked down at Jen's pumps and then looked around the gate area. He said something to his companion, then reached down and picked up Jen's pumps. He got up and carried them over to a uniformed woman working at a nearby ticket desk, handed them to her and returned to his seat next to the other guy. Obviously, he just treated them like "lost and found" items! Oh well...

Jen was also watching, and immediately went to the desk to get her shoes. The woman at the desk smiled and reached behind the desk and handed them to her, pointing over to the gentleman that had so kindly found them! On the way back, Jen looked over at Nick and I and shook her head, smiling. Then she stopped to thank the guy for being so thoughtful.

Jen commented on what had transpired. "At first I thought he was one of those shoe guys, but he turned out to be just a nice guy who wanted to do the right thing. He was pretty cute, too!"

Meanwhile, another gentleman had sat next to Christi and struck up a conversation with her. Jen took the seat on the other side of her and started dangling her shoe again. Now both of them were flipping their shoes around on their toes right in front of this guy! He seemed oblivious however, and didn't really appear to notice the action. After a few minutes, Jen looked over at Nick and I and raised her eyebrows in a "what now" expression. We decided to go ahead and leave the airport, and begin the next phase of our operation.

The Airport: conclusion

Our conclusion after the airport visit is that due to the nature of the airport environment, people are much too busy trying to get somewhere to really indulge in any possible fetish activity with the exception of those who just sit and watch whatever they see while they are there. We just weren't lucky enough to run into anyone that was into our little scheme, not that they don't exist. We'll have to try it again someday.

The Airport: comments

Christi: "This experience definitely proved one thing to me. If a girl ever wants to be stared at by guys in an airport, all she has to do is sit out in the open and dangle a high heel from her toes like crazy! I could not believe how many guys I caught shifting in their seats to be able to look around someone standing in their way to get a clear shot at me. One guy even moved to another row of seats just to watch me! Honestly though, I don't really like to attract that much attention, but it was kinda fun anyway."

Jen: "Leaving those heels there and walking away like that seemed strange. I guess I knew we were trying to see what would happen, but I would never do that. But to just sit there and flip-flop my shoes around on my foot seemed totally natural to me. I've seen girls do it all the time. I don't think it registers in most people's minds, but I'm sure a shoe or foot guy would go out of his way to watch it! I also noticed guys looking, and some were pretty far away. It's amazing."

Nick: "As you might guess, this was a total treat for me! I can identify completely with those guys who were staring. If I wasn't a part of this, I would have been in absolute heaven watching the two of you going at it like that! I don't think I ever saw a more wild and distracting display of pump dangling before in my life! You guys are naturals. No, let me take that back, WOMEN in general have a certain ability to dangle. You two were just consious of it, and that made the whole display perfect! I can't wait to watch you at the store later on."

Kayla: "For me, it was watching my two best friends see for themselves what kind of reactions they could get from doing something that they had never before really thought about. And I think that you both can now begin to understand how much influence a simple pair of patent high heels can have on an average guy! But I have to warn you, there's so much more than that to experience, and it can be addictive. When that first guy comes up to you and actually TELLS you what he thinks about your shoes, or compliments your taste in footwear, it will change your life! Just try not to dismiss it as a fluke when it happens, because for every guy that has the nerve to tell you what he thinks, there must be a hundred or more that are too shy to. It's too bad we didn't run into that kind of guy today, but we'll see what happens at the store!"

Well, we've gotta go for today, but stay tuned for "The Safeway Experiment" next week! Bye!

Sincerely,

Kayla and Nicholas Matthews nm8033@lab3.ca.boeing.com

INTERNET PAGES OF INTER-EST:

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http://www.users.dircon.co.uk/~avatar/suzieq/start.htm Fetish pages from a TV in the UK. http://www.geocities.com/SunsetStrip/Alley/3750 A mildly amusing little website for submissive men.
http://www.sirius.com/~ms_strix/ A dominant lady speaks up. And she is in the Bay area too! http://wwwfreemind.com/msvgold.htm Elegant Mistresss Vicci has a web page. Maybe you'll be lucky enough to kiss and lick her shoes!
http://www.premier.net/~smengrs/adult.htm An adult web site dedicated to female domination. Lots of great links too.
http://www.spiegel.com/bin/sct24/spiegel/shopping/fashion/ Some modern fashion shoes if you know how to read between the consonants. "Can I buy a vowel?"

Send pages of interest to: Micko

REAL SIGHTINGS:

October 9 - "The Nanny" - Star, Fran Dresher, appeared with a red patent leather purse and black patent leather go-go boots throughout most of the show. Her friend wore a shiny black patent vinyl jacket. Later Fran carried a black patent leather purse! However, I still hate her voice! Maybe someone should gag her.

This week's TV Guide - Check it out.

SEEKING/OFFERING:

I'm a SWM, I live in the metro NYC area and I LOVE being stepped on and trampled with High-Heels. I would like to meet anyone who would like to walk on me, and hear from anyone into the same thing. I will travel to meet! I am available for your enjoyment, photos, videos and I would LOVE to be the welcome mat at your next party or event.

You can reach me at, E-mail- MrRugman@aol.com, Snail mail Arthur, P.O. Box 568, Jamaica, NY 11431. Web, http://www2.interconnect,net/ccdude/rugman.htm. I hope to hear from all of you out there that are into Crush & Trample. Mr Rugman

Thanks for reading and see you again soon!!

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Lucky Number #13, October/November 1996 Issue

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