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Dear readers; I have been asked by a reader to introduce myself and
try to explain the existence of the Patent Letter. My name is Mick O.,
I live in the San Francisco Bay Area, and am forty-six years old. I have
long enjoyed patent leather since childhood. I have actually been pretty
lucky in my experiences throughout life, which I will relate here from
time to time. One day on the internet while browsing the volumes of kinky
mail, I had
the thought that others might enjoy the posting of a newsletter devoted
specifically to patent leather shoes and fashions. I knew I would! So I
set about to make that happen. I started to correspond with others that
shared my fondness for the shiny stuff...and there it was! The first Patent
Letter! Several weeks ago I was walking through Safeway
minding my own business and here is this rack of pantyhose right in front
of me. Turns out that their ad representative is Cheryl Tiegs who is pictured
on the front of the package, legs crossed high, and on her feet were these
black patent leather spiked heel pumps! I had to buy a pair of hose just
for the picture! As soon as we can we'll share this with our readers. Earlier
that evening I had attended this B&D seminar in San Francisco at the
QSM Club. The instructor was this pretty brunette Mistress from Minneapolis
who had on these thigh high shiny burgundy patent leather six inch boots!
I went crazy. She then spent three hours tying up these two other ladies,
one of whom was wearing her own shiny black patent leather boots. I was
in so turned on by the time I left, when I got to Safeway and saw Cheryl,
I was like mush! What a great end to a great night! Mick O.
Reader 1:
I am into rope bondage over leather restraints! My personal fetish is shiny black patent leather, usually in the form of black patent leather pumps with high heels! I started worshiping my mother's shiny black shoes at a very young age, slept with them, stroked them, smelled them...etc. I would tie myself up with rope and belts if I could not get some young neighborhood girl to tie me up first. And I spent may great summers in tight hog-ties at the hands of my young friends. I even got my mother and grandmother to tie me up and my cousin, Suzy and her mother, Aunt Marie occasionally roped me into ecstasy. Fortunately, my life has been full of these types of experiences!
Reader 2:
My wife has known for years about my love of high-heeled shoes and wears
a pair with nylons and garter-belt when we are to make love. Quite often
we watch porno videos before going to bed; she lay on the sofa, I sit at
one end, her two feet on my lap. I will take off a shoe and massage and
caress her feet, while she puts her other foot in my crotch and caresses
me with her patent leather shoe. In bed, while I suck her, my body making
a 90 degree angle with hers, she rubs me with a shoe, stroking me gently
with the sole or puts my manhood in the shoe and uses it to masturbate
me. When we reach the end of the sexual act, I raise her legs and put one
foot on each of my shoulders. She squeezes my head with her shoes that
I lick while coming. She also agrees to pose for my videos with her shoes.
Here is a close-up of a pair of violet patent leather shoes, with heels
of 5 inches. You may use it for your newsletter if you wish.
Reader 3:
Here is a picture I scanned that picture from "Heavenly Soles-Extraordinary
Twentieth-Century Shoes" (Abbeville Press, New York, 1989). The title
says all! The original picture is in color, the shoe is black, the heel
red. You were right, the later is 7 inches. I will scan it again (together
with other ones) and sent it to you this week..
Reader 4:
Just a few notes on patent leather footwear I own. All in patent
leather thigh high boots spiked 4 inch heels, knee high lace up boots with
very pointed toes, 3 1/2 inch heel lace up oxford style shoes, high heel
pumps with 4 inch heels and a strap over the instep, Mary Jane style flats,
skimmer style flats, knee high flat heeled boots. Lots of Black Patent
Leather! Can't resist them . I am still trying to add to my collection.
I am located in central NJ
I was in J. C. Penny's this week and saw a black shiny rain coat for only
$13.00. It was deep black and glistened. Last Sunday 's New York Times
showed in the fashion section 1960's style white shiny vinyl coats .. Sigh
none in black.. Also white knee high matching boots.. I did like those
stretch vinyl leg hugging boots of that vintage. perhaps if they arrive
into the common folk fashion stores I will buy a pair. Right now I am looking
for a pair of knee high black patent leather boots. With flat heels. I
plan to order a another pair of boots from Frederick's fashion . Actually
I will not order them but an admirer of mine will get them for me. They
are black leather over the knee with high heels . I just answered E-mail
confirming the size. I usually wear a size 10 or 11 woman's depending on
the style of boot or shoe. Some boots the instep is rather tight and I
can not get them on.
Reader 5:
I read the story. (Speaking of last month's Fiction Story) Umm very
erotic.. I loved it and can see myself in both roles. I like the woman
in the story, have a lust for footwear and have had, when I had the room
many pairs of shoes and boots. As a side note yesterday I was wearing a
pair of patent leather lace-up oxford heels that I have had for years.
I was just in the mood to wear them. I guess we all start off being attracted
to black patent still my favorite. Then you start noticing red and other
colors.
I
still favor black first and red second. Are you ever tempted to wear the
shoes you admire? One of the Madonna's videos shows a lot of patent leather
and some very erotic foot wear. I am sure you have seen it. I always check
out MTV not for the music just the costuming. I had a letter from a long
time friend who was bemoaning the fact that what was once fetish is now
main stream. It's not so special any more. Oddly enough I saw the En Vogue
video tonight on VH1 I have seen it before it is enticing. I do have a
pair of boots just like the ones worn. Mine are real leather not plastic.
I have had them for years and never worn them outside only on rugs thus
they are in good shape.
Reader 6:
Humm forced patent leather shoe bondage .. I like it. (Referring
to last month's Fiction Story) I have a black shiny rain slicker jacket.
It is waist length. I love to wear it with boots. Do you wear any patent
leather other than shoes? I am into both bondage and cross dressing. I
am bisexual. I have just loads of fetishes. Boots, shoes, leather, leather
clothing , gloves, etc.
Reader 7:
Regarding self bondage: I use belts, patent leather, of course, and strap myself up tight ankles and knees, strap shoes on my feet then anchor my feet to the corner of my bed with a rope or necktie. Then I put a belt around my waist. Next I run a rope at the opposite corner of the bed kitty-corner and under my armpits so I am stretched out and can't reach my feet. Then I loop up another belt about three times and slip my wrists through palm to palm after I have slid one of my arms under the belt at my waist. (This keeps my arms pinned to my side so I can't slip out of the arm harness.). Out come the hand cuffs and get snapped in place below the belt so I can't slip my hands back through the looped belt. Of course I gagged myself first, and there I lie in exquisite patent leather bondage for as long as it takes to get loose. I put the phone beside me in case I can't get out, and even with a key, it is nearly impossible to unlock the handcuffs when they are pressed together like that. I had to get a neighbor to let me out once. I told her a girl friend was jealous and left me like that, high heels and all! She seemed to believe me, but she had a story to tell, I'll bet.
I used to work in a department store in high school, and this shoe sales lady used to leave her shoes under the counter. They were these tiny size 5 black patent leather pumps. I came in early Saturday mornings and jacked off while sniffing them. What a glorious scent. I had forgotten about that adventure! Thanks for the memory!
E-mail your letters to Micko
Your newsletter reminded me of a pair of golden high heeled pump
back in 1961. I was then 16, and lived in a small town in North West Quebec.
One Saturday night, I went to a big town, a mining town about 60 miles
away, and made love with a hooker I met in an hotel that was in fact a
whore house. She was about 25, my first "real woman". When we
went in bed, she kept her black garter-belt and her black nylons, nothing
else. Her feet were cold, so I suggested that she puts on her shoes. (Nice
black patent leather with stiletto heels!) She asked if I didn't care...
Those shoes dancing in the air besides my face... The most powerful ejaculation
I had till then! I almost fainted.
Wait... That's not the story I intend to tell you. That one, I wrote
it already and even published it as a chapter of a novel. The golden shoes
came after. As you can imagine, I fell in love with that hooker. The following
weekend I went again to the hotel in order to see her again. She was not
there and I stayed faithful to her. I came again a week later and learned,
from other hookers, that she had left town. My heart was broken, so I drank
a couple of beers seated alone in a corner of the bar. Lots of nice looking
women, rather young and all wearing high-heeled shoes. After I while, I
became aroused and decided to try another woman. I was studying the two
dozen available (for ten bucks... the good old days!) when a metallic glare
struck the corner of my eye. It came from one of the golden pumps that
was wearing a whore seated on a stool in front the bar. The most marvelous
high heels I had ever seen. The woman was smiling at me. About forty years
old, she was plump and a tired beauty. All other girls were more attractive
and desirable, but none had golden shoes.
The woman at the bar crossed her legs, balancing a leg in the air,
and... lit a cigar! To late for me: I was under the spell of her shoes
and I followed her to a room up stair (you had to rent it at the cost of
3$ for an hour). When the woman undressed, the magic vanished. She laid
on her back on the bed and told me to hurry up. She looked bored! I stood
there, thinking that I was wasting my money. I could have been with my
girlfriend who jerked me while I played with her tits. Even masturbating
myself in my room would have been better than that old woman on the bed.
At that moment, I saw the golden shoes on the floor and my manhood
reacted. I had nothing to loose, I would never come back in that place.
So I picked up the shoes and put ask the prostitute to put them on. She
agreed. I put them on her feet myself, taking my time and caressing them
discreetly, a thing that gave me an hard-on. I lost no time in making love
with her! When I raised her legs and started caressing my face with her
shoes, the woman who was looking blandly at the ceiling throw a quick look
at me then returned her attention to the ceiling.
I ducked her slowly. I was entitled to an hour and wanted my money
worth of sex. I kissed and licked the golden pumps, scratched my chest
and crushed my nipples with the stiletto heels. The woman laid still, an
absent look on her face. Her eyes never moved, she did not even blink once
in a while. For the first and last time of my life I had a fantasy of necrophilia.
I imagined that I had introduced myself in an undertaker's office and was
making love to a corpse wearing golden shoes. Near the end, I was talking
to the shoes as if the woman I was fucking could not hear me. At the same
time, I could not forget that she witnessed my doing and that excited me.
I had always been alone, even hiding, when I had fondled and kissed women
shoes, and doing it in front of someone made more "official",
more real, more sexual. I kept going for three quarter of an hour then
had an incredible orgasm.
Before we left the room, the woman said only : "You are a dirty
boy, and will become am even dirtier man." And she was damn serious.
After that episode, it took me years before doing something similar with
another woman. Mean time, the fond memories I kept of those forty-five
minutes served me well as seasoning for my masturbation sessions.
E-Mail us your patent leather stories to: Micko
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For our readers in Atlanta, there's a place called "Happier Days" that sells used magazines. They've got a pretty good collection of foot, legs & shoe fetish magazines at half the cover price. E-Mail your URLs to: Micko
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E-mail by December 25, 1995 to Micko Thanks to all and see you again next month!