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The PATENT "Letter"

Number 5, April 1996

Letter from the editor:

Dear readers; As all of you know, Spring is time for all the new shoe styles to come out. I have subscribed to Elle Magazine so I can stay current on all the new patent shoes that will be available. And watch for belts and handbags too!

This Winter was great for lots of shiny black patent raincoats. I like to walk up beside the women wearing them and brush up against them in the grocery store. It's a cheap thrill. Or try striking up a conversation about their pretty shoes or boots. It is such a rush! Especially if they cooperate with a lengthy discussion of their shiny footwear.

In high school, I saw this article on some women in our area on the front page and tried this experiment. I found each of them in the phone book and called and pretended to be doing a survey for a shoe company. I scripted questions that pretty much insured their responses would be those lovely words "patent leather". One lady even kept the conversation going on for about ten minutes; seems she just loved talking about her size ten shiny black patent leather high heel pumps! I was going nuts by the end of the phone call.

Ah, such fond memories, and Spring brings hope of new encounters and exciting shoe sightings! See you next month.

Mick O.

LETTERS FROM OUR READERS:

I am delighted and excited that you love all of my pictures. It is very satisfying to me to know that I am giving pleasure to someone else. I will be taking more pictures in the coming weeks and months and I will send you the best ones for your personal viewing. I also will review my present photos and send some additional ones to you. I do have a few bondage shots. I will also take more shoe and boot shots for your newsletter. I just saw a lovely pair of patent leather/suede laceup granny boots with a nice high heel. The toe isn't too pointy, however, but the shoes are sexy. I called the store and it comes in my size. I told them to save me a pair (--for my wife--) and I will pick them up tomorrow.

Sincerely, Shoe Lover

Hello:

I am very very happy to see you are back. I thought, for many weeks, that was the end of the immense pleasure I would have reading your newsletter and to look at the marvellous shoes and boots you post.

I am particularly delighted by the wonderful pair of high heeled pumps with laces on top that you post in the "Letter from the editor" section of no. 4. I wish I could afford to own and walk on a similar pair of shoes.

Here is my small contribution to your request for experiences: A few years ago, about two years after I started to go out crossdressed, wearing ladies' clothes, my MISTRESS, a non- professionnal dominatrix, ordered me to go out shopping for shoes with her.

We went to a nearby shoe store offering a very large selection of afordables high heeled shoes. For the occasion and, as requested by my MISTRESS, I wore a light mid-lenght skirt with white stockings and garter belt, a pair of white pumps with 4 1/2 heels and no panties. As soon as we got in the store, my MISTRESS showed me a pair of thigh high lace up fushia boots with 5 inch heels and advised the salesperson that I would like to try them on. The salesperson was a good looking black man in his mid-thirties and the boots looked wonderful. When he came back with the boots, he made me sit, removed my pumps and started to lace up the boots. During the time he was lacing the left one, Liz, my Mistress, lifted my skirt almost up to the waist, just like she wanted to see the fit of the boots on my thighs. I did not move but my face became red hot and I started to shake. The man looked at me and in the direction of my innerthigh but went back to his job lacing the boot with a liitle smile, pretending nothing special happened. When he finished the lacing, he helped me on my heels and showed a nearby mirror which seemed to me like a mile away. at first, I did not move. The heels felt to me like 10 inches high but Liz made a motion with her eyes which I had no difficulty understanding. I finally wobbled my way to the mirror, as slowly as I could, and the man following me. Pretending to show Liz how nicely the boots looked and fit me, he himself lifted my skirt in front of the mirror, during a moment of time which lasted like a million years to me. I could not do anything to prevent his move; I was frozen on the spot. Then very nicely, he helped me back to the chair where Liz told him to wrap up my white pumps since I was keeping on the boots. I moved to the cash register, paid for the purchase as fast as I could, and, when I started for the exit, he accompanied us to the door saying that he hoped to see us again. Back to the car, I had to keep quiet for half an hour before I could start driving. I was so exited and thankful my MISTRESS made me do this. It is an experience I will remember forever. Looking forward to read the April issue of the PATENT LETTER and keep up the good work.
Mich

Thanks for your newsletter. It reminded me of the time in college where I delivered pizza at night and newspapers in the morning. I had a customer who would leave her shiny patent leather dress shoes outside on her front porch when she came home from a hard day's work and left them there until the next morning to go off again to the office. One night I delivered her pizza, stuck her shoes in my bag, took them home for the night and returned them the next morning before she got up. It was great. They were black patent flats called skimmers and were so well-worn, they smelled strongly of her feet. I took them and slept with them, sniffed them, and jacked off with them. She never knew, but I always got hard every time she happened to be wearing them after that night.
Peter

I love womens high heel pumps. I have a pair of 3" heels that I will put on and then jack off. I love to cum on my feet while while they are in a pair of patent leather heels.
Jack

Here are my comments on patent leather pumps - the scent. I too have found an extaordinary fascination with the smell of a woman's pumps. I believe that women do not understand the appeal of this aroma. I have been collecting high heeled pumps for almost 10 years now, mostly I purchase them from thrift stores. I find that those pumps that have been well worn smell the best, but it depends on the saturation of footsweat within the shoe that makes the aroma appealing. I believe that different women have different degrees of the amount of sweat they produce in their shoes, and that directly relates to their occupation. I have developed a knack for identifying those high heels that have been owned by dancers and the like. These shoes are generally worn on smooth surfaces, and are very flexible and loose due to the nature of the activity the wearer routinely engages in. On occasion I will stumble upon the pumps of an office worker-type. These pumps normally are worn only while inside the confines of the office and are removed in favor of sneakers for out of office wear. One thing that really turns me on about women's high heels is the footprint that usually forms inside them after continuous wearing. You can tell a lot about a woman's foot hygeine by studying this footprint. For instance, if a woman paints her toenails, there will be telltale staining inside the lining. Or if the woman walks around barefoot often between wearings, there will be a much more dirty footprint than if she wore nylons most of the time.

Anyway, thanks for the great website! It's one of a kind!
N. J. M.

FICTION

BOUND TO PLEASE

-Prologue
She had always liked the thought of being helpless. Over- powered by her lover/partner, with her sexual desires building up, but unable to satisfy herself. It was when she was small, and playing with some boys in the neighborhood, that she discovered the stimulation from being held captive. Once, while playing "Cops and Robbers", she had been tied to a chair. The excitement and rush she felt from trying to get free, caused her to have her first orgasm. Since then, she had always liked the concept of bondage as a sexual stimulus, as a way of being aroused. She had always liked the benevolent, romantic type of bondage. No pain was ever involved or even thought of. Her bondage was a for the sake of sexual teasing or foreplay, or acting out a rescue fantasy with juvenile overtones, or just the sweet and secret simple sharing of a personal fantasy between caring persons. When she was wrapped up tightly, there was a feeling of being protected, and the bonds become the surrogate for a protective lover's arms. The bondage she thought of was an essentially gentle act used by lovers to intensify their physical and sexual closeness. This was the way she felt. But there was no one to share her fantasy with. She had been alone for some time, and when you are alone, your fantasies become even more important. But she had developed something to satisfy her desire, where there was a will, there was a way. It was something she had developed over time by herself. She would tie herslf and then struggle to get free. The resulting climax was even better than she had achieved with her former lovers, without the problems of satisfying their sexual hang-ups. But with any fantasy, there is always a risk. The risk that someone will find out her secret desires and embarrass her. The risk that she could be hurt by her partner. A special trust is required before you can open up and share you fantasies with someone. And then there is the risk of tying yourself up, and not being able to get free. But she had no really close friends, no one she could trust, so she had invented a "safety person". A close friend who had a key to her house and could save her if her something went wrong with her bondage, her self-bondage. If she was unable to escape after her orgasmic fantasy, her unknowing friend would be over sometime later to help here get free. This was the way she felt. It had been her secret until now.........