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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.


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


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.

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.

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.

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.



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.........


It all started one Friday morning when Miss Fortune decided to put herself into some restrictive self-bondage. She hadn't done that for a while so that afternoon when she got home from work she decided to have some fun. Earlier that morning she had frozen a key that would unlock her handcuffs in an ice tray. When she got home, the key was ready to go. Miss Fortune locked the doors and stripped down to the nude. She put on a pair of stockings and a garter belt, thick high black leather boots, brief panties, elbow length kid leather gloves, and a black lace bra that revealed more than it covered. She felt very sexy and knew that she wouldn't be going out side dressed like that. She was set to begin. She hooked the ice cube tray with the key frozen inside up to a string hanging from the ceiling in the middle of her bedroom. When it melts, the key would fall to the floor and she would have to struggle over and free herself. She then picked up the phone and asked if Rosebud could come over that evening so that they could go to the bar and look for men. Rosebud was her safety person, but she did not know the real reason she was being invited over. She said that she would be over that evening at eight o'clock that night. That gave her about 3 hours of bondage fun. Miss Fortune sat down on the bed and picked up a piece of soft rope and proceeded to tie and cinch her booted feet together very tightly at the ankles. She next stood up and locked a 3 inch wide leather belt around her waist. This leather belt had a two inch strap that was attached in back to the waist strap and went through her legs and locked in front, better known as a "chastity belt". She then locked a set of handcuffs to a D-ring which was also attached to the belt in the back. When her hands were locked in the handcuffs, she would be unable to move them away from her body. Miss Fortune then tied her legs together, above the knee, thus making her legs useless. To make things even more difficult, she got back up on the bed and sat back on her ankles, and strapped her ankles to her thighs with a large leather strap. With her hands locked behind her, she would effectively be hogtied, a position which excited her and that she loved very much.


When Rosebud entered the room, she must have been taken by supprise, because she just stopped at the door and said, "Miss F, what are you doing?" She rushed over to the bed and removed the blindfold, and tried to remove the hand cuffs, but found they were locked on. "Boy! Someone sure didn't want you to get away did they?" she said. "Where is the key?" She had forgotten that Miss F was still gagged. Rosebud unbuckled the strap that held the ball gag in place and removed the gag. Miss F said that the key hanging in the middle of the room. Rosebud was surprised, but then she looked at Miss Fortune and smiled. Rosebud asked Miss Fortune if she had done this to herself. After she said yes, RB asked why she had done this. Miss F explained that she had been practicing bondage for some time and that she hadn't found someone she could really trust to tie her up, so she invented ways to tie herself up and get loose without help. This is called self-bondage. The Rosebud asked "what happens if you can't get out?" Miss F explained that she had been using her as a safety person. Before he placed herself in bondage, she would call Rosebud and ask her to come over later that day or evening. And since you have your own key, you could come inside to wait if she wasn't there. This way if something went wrong with her bondage, Rosebud would eventually come along and free her. Rosebud just smiled and got up from the bed and walked over to the ice that held the key to the hand cuffs. She untied the block of ice and took it to the bathroom where she melted it to retreve the key. When Rosebud came back, she held the key up in front of Miss Fortune's face and said "I guess I am that someone, now; besides, you don't have any choice." She was right. Miss F was bound very securely and Rosebud did have the key. Then Rosebud supprised Miss Fortune by asking if she would like to spend the rest of the weekend tying each other up. She said that she has always been curious what bondage was like , but she never had the chance to try it. Now she had that chance. Miss F quickly agreed. Rosebud said that she had to go home and get some different clothes so that she could stay here for the whole weekend. She also said that they could start tying each other up now and that she would finish retying Miss F on the bed and then go home and get her stuff. That sounded good to Miss Fortune. She told Rosebud that she kept the rest of her bondage equipment in a suitcase under the bed. RB pulled out the suticase and dumped the contents in the middle of the floor. She was supprised to see the amount in the suitcase. RB sat down in the middle of the floor and examined each piece of equipment. Miss F tried to explain the purpose of each piece. RB played with a few of the items, and tried some on herself. She then picked out two elbow cuffs, a leather strap and a long leash. RB got up from the floor, and sat down next to Miss F on the bed. She rolled Miss Fortune on her stomach and proceeded to attach a leather cuff to each arm, just above the elbow. She then connected them together with a leather strap, pulling her elbows close together. This had been something Miss F had been unable to accomplish by herself. She then attached a leash to a clip on one of the straps and the other end to the bed headboard. Miss Fortune was now tied to the bed. Before Rosebud left, she regagged Miss F with the ball gag, pulling it tighter than she had it before. She also retied the rubber sheet around her eyes, cutting off her sight. Rosebud got up from the bed, patted her on the rear and said, "Be back in a while. Just relax. I then heard her walk out of the room and close the door. She was all alone. Her wildest dream had come true. She had been bound and gagged by a friend who was completely in control. This was the ultimate fantasy. I hope RB is trustworthy, she thought.


She was all alone. Her wildest dream had come true. She had been bound and gagged by a friend. This was her ultimate fantasy. It was about 15 minutes later when she heard a loud crack of breaking wood and then the door open. Something about that noise didn't sound right, she thought. Why would RB have returned so soon. I knew she took my car, I hope she didn't have any problem. Miss F was becoming stiff from being tied so completely. That's funny, she thought, what was that loud wood-like crack before the door opened, and now, someone was opening and closing cupboards and drawers in the kitchen. What was Rosebud doing? The bedroom door opened with a thud, and a deep female voice said, "This is what I call service". "Oh my God", thought Miss F., something has gone wrong, and it isn't Rosebud. She struggled on the bed to get free, but she knew is was useless. She stopped moving as a pair of hands grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her over on her stomach and hogtied her. "I don't know who did this to you beautiful, but I would like to thank them. I thought no one was home here, but now I am glad you are". The hands felt incredibly strong as this woman tightly strapped her legs back. She could feel the blood rushing back into her feet as she changed position. She wiggled her feet to try to get them working. Her hands were still in handcuffs attached to belt at her back. "I can't see your eyes very well" said the voice as the blindfold was removed. "Who in the hell is this", she thought. As the blindfold was removed and her eyes cleared, she could see a tall woman wearing a tight leather outfit, black patent leather boots, and a ski mask with only her eyes showing. This woman rolled her onto her back as best she could with her hands behind her, and kissed her with a deep probing tongue around the tight gag. Obviously, she had come to rob the house, but had found something she liked better. "I can see you are in a bit of a bind beautiful, let me help you a little." As she approached her Miss F. could see that she had the keys to her locks in her hand. Rosebud must have left them on the kitchen table. She was in trouble, and she couldn't even identify this person. She unlocked the belt and disconnected the handcuffs from the belt, but left them connected to her wrists behind her back. Now she was even more vulnerable. The intruder's eyes drifted over to the suitcase of bondage equipment which Rosebud had left in full view. "You are really into this stuff, aren't you beautiful." She knew what was next. The robber went to the bondage equipment and returned with a patent leather discipline helmet. The only openings were 3 small holes at the noise for breathing. "I hate to leave the gag in, it looks so uncomfortable, but I can't take the chance that you would scream. She placed the leather helmet over Ms. Fortune's head and zipped the zipper which ran down the back of her head to the neck. The zipper connected to a patent leather collar that went around her neck with a small lock. A few muffled groans were all that were heard as the lock was connected with a horrifying "CLICK". Miss F had used the helmet before but always in fantasy. She knew how it was impossible to remove without the key. "When Rosebud finally shows up, we're really going to be in trouble," thought Miss F.

Send fiction to: Micko


Kathy alt.personals.bondage contact looking for 6' tall perfect man. Any of our readers fit that bill?
This is a pay service
Some bondage and foot tickling
YES! Lots of HOT links for shoe and feet lovers!
Web Page for bondage and high heels!
As posted here before, a good place for B&D and PVC.
Okay site - bondage and some feet

Send pages of interest to: Micko


We have on video tape this week's QVC Best Foot Forward which featured a pair of 3 1/4" pumps with mesh and patent leather overlay in taupe and black. Also offered were some patent leather skimmers in red and taupe with 1 1/2 heel. Both pairs of shoes were made by Jack Sprat.

Two hours later was a fashion feature on lingere. The first host was a pregnant Nancy Ganz who was lovely but not as lovely as her knee-high black patent leather boots. She was on for 40 minutes before she was replaced by a guest from Maidenform called Alicia Ubel who was pretty in her own black patent leather high heel pumps which bobbed on her beautiful crossed legs! Glad it's on tape!

E-mail by April 25, 1996 to Micko
Thanks and see you again next month!