On the other hand, I am very glad to have this forum and people that read
it with whom I can share ideas and fantasies on patent leather shoes. It
has been a really nice experience. And who knows, maybe some nice gal will
see this and...Back to the Patent Letter Main Menu
Dear readers; For the past couple of weeks, I have been doing my best
of figure out a way to meet a woman who will share my patent leather fantasies.
I have been going to classes in San Francisco for SM lifestyles in hopes
of meeting someone of a like mind. This has just not happened which can
be very frustrating.
On the other hand, I am very glad to have this forum and people that read
it with whom I can share ideas and fantasies on patent leather shoes. It
has been a really nice experience. And who knows, maybe some nice gal will
see this and...
Again this month I have received tons of e-mail regarding this newsletter, and that includes stories and pictures. I will include as many of them as I can in this issue. Expect a special issue the middle of next month. Now, enough out of me.
Summer is here and I am on the lookout for shiny patent strappy sandals at the beach, in the grocery stores and at work! Happy reading.
Mick O.
People after my own heart. I too buy shoes from the thrift stores so
I can smell women's feet in them. New shoes are prettier, but it is the
scent that gets me. I bought a pair of shiny black patent size six pumps
with three inch heels from the Discovery shop down the street, 
and when I sniffed them, they had this great light perfume smell like roses.
I love to just sit with one over my face and inhale the rich odor then
lick the shiny surface and sole! I can gaze into that slick surface forever!!!
Thanks for the Patent Letter. MJ
One elder woman, she was the librarian at a school, always showed up in
very tight clothing, and always had on patent stilettos. She couldn't walk
straight in them, she wiggled all the time, but she definitely knew I stared
at her, since she always gave me a secret smile...Whenever I had the chance I would take these wonderful shoes from the
box and as I inhaled the aroma of leather, perfume and sweat in one shoe,
I would stroke my cock in the other until I almost filled it with cum.
Eventually I told my wife about this, as I was also masturbating in her
younger sister's ballet point shoes and black patent spike pumps. To my
surprise my wife told me that she was glad that I told her, that she would
rather I didn't do it, but that she knew I would, and when I did she did
not want to know about it.
BUT, after several more years of marriage, she discovered that teasing
me with Michelle's shoes (when she visited us) or with her sisters shoes,
that my cunnulingus skills were greatly enhanced. So, my fetish became
sort of mutual for both of us. She began to play the game of anticipation
with me. She would invite Michele to spend the weekend with us. When Michele
was taking a shower, my wife would have me lie on my back while she straddled
me with a pair of Michelle's shoes in front of my face. My wife would tease
me with the little bitch's shoes, making me (ha) smell and lick them and
eventually sticking the heel or toe into my mouth while she rode my cock.
She also would slap me in the face with Michelle's shoes, and make me (ha
again) lick the sole clean or suck on the heel and then as I was begging
for relief, put her shaved pussy on my mouth and make me lick her to orgasm.
After she cums, then I have her permission to beat off and shoot cum all
over Michele's shoes. After I have cum, I then have to lick all of my sperm
off of Michele's shoes and put them back where they were before.
Also, ( and this is a good one) I worked for six years for a major luxury hotel chain in the US. Chicago, SF, LA, NYC. Because I was in management. I had a master key to every room in the hotel. If I spotted a beautiful woman with excellent shoes. I would check the computer at the front desk, wait until she left the hotel, go to her room, and pick out a pair of shoes, and masturbate in them. I never was caught in 6 years! Although I had some close calls. I think the most wonderful week for shoes was when the Miss Teen America Pageant had their head- quarters in the city of the hotel I worked in. During the pageant when all the little bitches were gone I went to the rooms of my favorites and left them a little surprise. Usually I clean up my mess, but this was a special occasion.
One little spoiled bitches shoe collection was covered with cum and
left for her to find when she returned to her room. You should have seen
the expression on her face as she was trying to describe to management
(me) what had happened to her very expensive shoes, she tried to act like
she didn't know what the "sticky stuff" was but I could tell
that she was familiar with it and had probably gulped her share of it while
on her knees. 
Well, that's enough for now. Let me know if you would like to hear other
stories in more detail, like when my wife and I go shoe shopping for her,
and she humiliates me in front of the teenage sales girl. My wife gets
a kick out of this, and talks about my fetish in front of the young girl
and sometimes makes me return the shoes to the store for a refund the next
time the girl is working.
She has even made me call the store and tell the salesgirl why I wanted my wife to buy a certain pair of shoes. etc. etc.
Todd Send letters to: Micko
and Models Owner, Cindy Cross
PL- Tell us briefly what your company is and how we can find you.
CC- We are in essence a source for fetish imagery. We started as a modeling
agency serving commercial clients to develop images for panty hose, shoes
and bath product. Over time, these clients became so over run with requests
for copies of the ad copy and commercial videos that they gave us permission
to use the material we developed for them in order to sell to private collectors.
We have two sites, one at: Zapier
Home Page The back door to the collector site is hidden at the very,
very, very bottom of this page. If you like to type, you can go to: The
back door Not all of our videos are listed. Over have are hard core
themes that we can not advertise lest we lose our home. These cover topics
like anal stuffing, foot whipping, foot sex, enemas, peeing, pooping, spanking
- just about anything. However there is a catch - for our advance themes,
we have to play the game of "Jeopardy". We give you the answer
- our services, and you have to ask the question: "Do you have any
anal stuffing videos?" If we do we will give you the hidden link to
the video preview. If not we will offer you the opportunity to do a custom.
The point is that 
what we have on our page is only half of what we offer. We can't risk kids
finding our harder themes and we can't even advertise that we have the
themes or our provider will cut us off. It is like "Yes!!! I have
exactly what you have been dreaming of ... but you will have to ask for
it specifically before I can tell you it exists!"
PL- Yes, that is pretty silly.
CC- At one time we were 80% commercial and 20% private and now it we are 20% commercial and 80% private collectors. The commercial tie offers the average collector a chance buy fetish imagery video that was developed on a commercial budget. Private collectors also have the opportunity to develop custom video with us using the resources purchased through our work with commercial clients. We use digital processing equipment and Hi-8 equipment to create tape stocks. We also dub our videos from special masters so that collectors get video so sharp that we suggest that customers use gloves so they don't get cut. Technically our VHS copies put our 380 lines of horizontal resolution. We have analyzed a lot of mail order video and have found that most barely clear 200.
As a result, we offer rare and expensive fetish video. We usually "theme pack" our tapes as well. We don't take one theme and break it up over 5 or 6 tapes just to milk customers. We take one theme and beat it to death with one tape. Customers have a choice (they always do), they can buy 5 moderate quality tapes that cover one theme for a total of $130 - or buy master cut "theme" tape for $90.
PL- How did you get into the business?
CC- I was a research manager at a hosiery manufacturer. I designed and
tested all kinds of stocking and pantyhose products. I was required as
a part of the design process to test the products I designed with large
populations of women. Commercial buyers wanted to make sure that the product
I designed fit and pleased the largest groups of women. We would just hire
women off of the street to test hosiery. The would wear them for a week
without washing and returning them for analysis. We would test them and
put them in storage. Our samples closet holds over 5000 pairs of hosiery
and stockings. One day, a technician said strange stains were showing up
on the crotch and toes of returned hosiery samples after they had been
put in storage. She also said that a lot of the samples were missing. I
got suspicious because other things were seem to move around the lab from
when we left for the evening. So, I had a camera set up to watch the samples
closet. What I found when I watched the video was a steady stream of male
visitors to the samples closet 
all night long from every shift at the manufacturing plant. Apparently
the samples closes was well known place for the male workers in the plant.
Intrigued by this behavior, I started a log of tapes and this is what I
learned/saw in six months:
23 times a male and female worker would have sex on "my desk" after the woman dawned a pair of the sample hosiery. The women often put on some of the super high heels that we had in the lab to test samples. This explains why my coffee cup always stuck to the desk.
43 times men jacked off in the toes of the samples hosiery.
22 times men jacked off in the crotch of the panty hose samples
Every night stockings were put into the maintenance department's coffee pot and used to strain coffee.
6 men nightly poured tea leaves or coffee ground into the crotch of used pantyhose samples and dipped them in hot water to make tea or coffee.
10 men would put the dirtiest of the worn pantyhose over there heads lining the stains up with their nose and mouth. They would then sniff and lick and jack off until they came.
This was simply incredible and at the same time unbelievable - so I kept this information to myself and changed the locks. It did not stop the more inventive men from popping the false ceiling in front of the door and cutting a hole in the wall above the door.
PL- Wow, willing to go to any lengths! That could be a guy like me!
CC- Before the end of the six months was over, I had a friend sample the air in the lab on a hunch - she told me that the female pheromone content in the air was more that 1000 times normal for a single ovulating female. Being all females in the lab, we never noticed. But the air handling system above the lab fed the entire plant in a "spoke wheel" fashion.
It became apparent that no one ever had to tell the men where the used hosiery were stored, they just unconsciously sniffed them out like a dog would hunt a bitch in heat. I doubt if there are any men that could withstand the pheromone scent of 1000 ovulating women.
When old hosiery samples were to be dumped, I bought them from the scrap dealer who bought them for the scrap nylon to make tires and reinforced tarps. I took out an ad in a fetish magazine and advertises the hosiery for sale - $15 a pair. I sold over 1000 pairs of soiled pantyhose. That is when fetishes became part of my life and I learned that hosiery fetishes were only the beginning.
I was a videographer and photographer in college and started doing videos and photographs of women putting on and wearing hosiery with high heels, getting model releases and selling the video and photography. Working with thousands of women gave me the chance to pick and choose the most gorgeous women you can imagine. They were most times too short to become models and jumped at the chance to become one of mine. Most of my models now were found that way and they represent the best of the best in terms of face, breast, feet legs and open minded personality. Just what you need to start a fetish imagery modeling agency!
PL- That is sort of the way Irving Klaw got into the bondage photo business!
CC- I resigned my position, and started my agency 8 years ago. We at
first dealt only with commercial clients and made good money providing
(primarily European companies) fetish imagery for advertising composites.
When they became overwhelmed with request for copies of video and magazine
pictures illustrating fetish imagery, we took over. I was glad my agency
was a success but the referrals for fetish imagery from customers of our
commercial clients brought back memories of what I learned by taping the
men in our lab. I asked the girls and we started developing and selling
custom video themes to collectors. 
When developing customs, we only charge customer's for the models time.
The rest of the production costs - usually $600 - $1000 per video we invest
with the right to sell the video to other collectors. The lucky guy with
a few extra dollars to spend gets the custom of a lifetime for only three
to four time the cost of a normal video - and the advantages for all the
other collectors is obvious.
PL- Do you have personal interest in fetishes or is it just business?
CC- I just do business. A lot of guys really open up to a woman selling fetish videos. I used to correspond and write to men requesting videos until I was attacked by a stalker that I met on the net. I meet a lot of nice people in this business and these other kind of people are very rare, but it only takes one to ruin your day. As a result, I don't meet or even talk with customers much anymore.
PL- Thank you for your time.
More later.
"Obsession" by Nick M.
She was a dream. She had to be. Girls just didn't look like that in real
life. I mean, not in broad daylight anyway. I felt almost too shy even
to look at her, but I couldn't resist. As she looked for an empty seat
on the crowded bus, I felt an uncontrollable urge to stand up and offer
her mine. As I bent over to pick up my briefcase, heard her high heeled
feet clicking slowly toward me. Still bent over, I looked ahead and down
the aisle to see what treasures were coming my way. That's when everything
sort of slowed down. My heart began pounding. Not 5 feet in front of me
were the most beautiful pair of stiletto patent leather high heeled pumps
that I had ever seen in public. Jet black and shining they covered the
gorgeous young feet of a pretty office worker on her way downtown. Each
wobbly step she took told me that she wasn't having any luck finding a
place to sit down. I stood up, briefcase in hand, and offered her my seat.
She looked up at me and smiled, then thanked me and daintily whirled around
on her toes and sat down. Grabbing a hold of the hanging aisle strap, I
looked down at this unbelievable creature. She tossed her hair to one side,
and crossed her legs so that her foot dangled into the aisle in front of
me. I couldn't keep from staring at her sleek sexy shoe. It was absolutely
beautiful the way it surrounded her tiny foot. The delicate wrinkles of
her toe cleavage revealed to me that the shoes were a bit snug. How I wanted
her to dangle that shoe from those toes and tease me. Instead, she just
swirled her foot in a circular motion as girls do, and looked out the window
occasionally flipping her long brown hair back out of her eyes. As we approached
the downtown bus stop, I stepped back to give her room to stand. Maybe
I could follow her for a few blocks just to watch her walk. Why not? It
wasn't like I was going to meet her or anything, she was just too pretty
for me. I had to know how well she could walk in those pumps, and maybe
she would slip her foot out of one of them at a crosswalk or something.
As people began to file out of the bus, I positioned myself just behind
her. Her perfume was exquisite. I could smell her hair which looked so
soft and luscious. I wanted to touch it, but I knew better. I wouldn't
have the courage to try anything that risky. 
As we both stepped off the bus, she turned to walk toward seventh street.
I decided to follow her to the intersection, and turn around. I kept a
distance while I followed, making sure that someone was between us at all
times. I could hear the click- clacking sound of he pumps on the sidewalk
as she walked, and her sexy legs flexed and jiggled as she took those baby
steps all the way to seventh street. At the intersection, I turned around
and began to head back toward the bus stop. Occasionally, I would look
back to watch her wait for the crossing signal with the other people standing
there. I wanted the memory of this morning to last forever, so I resigned
myself to spend the day dreaming about that beautiful girl and her lovely
black patent leather high heels.
That evening, I boarded the bus home as I always did. As I made my way
back to my usual seat, I saw her. She was sitting alone. As I got closer
to her, she looked up and caught my eye, and immediately looked back down,
her hair falling down around her face forming a sort of veil. She must
be the shy type I wondered, and noticed the empty seat across the aisle
from her. I sat down there and glanced over at her, hoping to see her lovely
shoes. When my cautious gaze lowered to her feet, I was greeted with a
sight beyond my wildest expectations. This absolutely ravishing specimen
of femininity was in the process of removing her pumps in favor of a pair
of sneakers that she was removing from a leather bag on the floor. As I
watched out of the corner of my eye, she slipped both feet up and out of
her pumps and placed both nylon covered feet flat on the floor beside them.
As she held one sneaker open with her hands in position to place her delicate
foot into it, her hand accidentally bumped her now empty pumps and they
both fell over on their sides towards me. My heart began pounding again
as I focused my gaze on the pretty little spiked heel that had fallen over
in such a way that I could see it from the top and inside. It looked so
sexy lying there, and the gleaming luster of the surface revealed the purely
female details that only a pretty woman's high heel can have. The wrinkled
instep of the pump, caused by the repeated flexing of the shoe at 
the point where her toes would bend while walking. The slightly soiled
imprint of her delicate sole that formed on the inside revealed that she
had high arches, and probably wore them barefoot on occasion. What a divine
display! One cannot spend too much time staring, however, and as I watched
the toes of her left foot begin to slip inside it's sneaker I became aware
that she had been watching me. I immediately turned my head away to look
out the window, and I heard her say softly, "Hi, my name's Jennifer".
I slowly turned, half expecting her to be giving me that annoyed " I know what you're up to" look that some women have when they've caught someone looking at them that way. Instead, she had a somewhat concerned expression that made me think she might not realize my interest in her shoes. I thought for a second that I should excuse myself for making her uncomfortable, but reconsidered because she had, after all, given me her name.
"Forgive me," I said, "I haven't seen shoes like that in quite a few years. As a matter of fact, I was wondering who still sell ones like that." I was beginning to perspire. My biggest weakness has always been talking about women's shoes with women, especially about black patent leather high heels. She looked down at her shoes, still on their sides, and then back up at me. She had a slightly puzzled look on her face. "You know," she said softly, "I've been asked that question before. It was a woman, though. I don't think I'll ever get used to the kind of shoes they're wearing today. They're so big and clunky looking. I'm sort of old fashioned, so I like shoes that make my feet look smaller. And I've always had a thing about patent leather." I couldn't believe my ears. Here was a woman that could understand my fascination. I looked around the bus. No one seemed to be paying any attention to our little conversation, so I decided to go a bit more in depth.
"Yeah," I said, "I agree. Those kind of shoes do make a woman's feet look smaller. Do you wear them often? I mean, do you ever wear flats or boots?" She leaned closer to me and whispered, "I hope this doesn't sound weird, but except for these tennis shoes and a pair of sandals that I wear to the beach, All the shoes I own are patent leather pumps. I can't stand to have my feet all covered up for very long, and when I wear pumps, I can slip them off just about anywhere, anytime and my feet can air out. Even these tennis shoes bug me, but my poor toes get sore sometimes and I have to wear something. Besides, you know the office girl look...skirts with tennis shoes show professionalism." This was getting real comfortable for me, and I began to feel extra brave, so I really took a chance and said, "I've never really looked at a shoe like that up close before. Would you mind..." I motioned with my hand toward her beautiful pumps.
"Not at all." she replied, sounding slightly surprised. "They're pretty sweaty though, I've worn them all day." She bent down and picked up the right shoe with her fingers, gripping the shoe by the back of the heel. I thought how elegant it looked whenever a woman held her shoe. They always seemed so careful and dainty. As she brought it up to my waiting hands, it began to look even smaller than when it was lying on the floor of the bus. So precious, so undeniably feminine and sexy. I wanted to experience every tangible characteristic of the pretty patent pump that was being presented to me by it's lovely wearer. My mind was reeling in a dreamlike state as my fingers touched it. It was only a foot or so from my eyes, and my nose. How delicate and fragile it felt in my hands. I tried not to look panicked or excited, but the pounding of my heart felt like it would burst right through my chest. I looked at her to see what her expression was as I slowly examined her shoe. She appeared interested in my reaction, but not strangely so. I felt that this was as new to her as it was to me, and I did not feel like stopping.
The tiny pump was very flexible in my hand, and had formed into the
shape of her foot especially in the toe area where her cramped little toes
had pushed their impressions from the inside. The innersole was quite dark
where the impression of her sole had printed it's shadow. I could still
make out the brand name- 'Charles Jordan'. Good taste. 
That's when the bus started slowing down. She took the shoe from my hands
rather quickly and said, "I'm sorry but this is my stop. Hey, maybe
if you're not busy tomorrow night, you could call me. My number is 555-7881.
See you later!" With that she placed her pumps in the bag and got
up to get off the bus. "See you later!" I said, and took one
more look at her as she stepped off. As the bus pulled away, I could still
see her walking to her car which was parked just a few yards away in a
"park and ride" lot that was behind the bus stop. Looking out
the back window of the bus, I could see that her car was a modest sedan,
but by this time I was too far away to make out the model. I turned back
around in my seat and took a deep breath. I tried to let all that had just
occurred sink in. What an experience. I knew that the phone call I would
be making later might be the start of a even more wonderful experience.
Later that evening, I decided to call her. Again, as I picked up the phone to dial, my heart began to pound. How I wished that my reactions to these types of situations would not be so intense. As I dialed, I imagined her in her apartment or whatever, lounging in a sexy negligee, hearing the phone ring and smiling in anticipation of a phone call from me, the guy on the bus that had an unusual fascination with her patent leather pumps.
The phone rang 5 times. I had a fleeting feeling of despair come over me when suddenly, she picked up the phone. "Hello?" she almost seemed to whisper, her voice sounded so soft and feminine. I responded nervously, "Hi! Uh, It's me, the guy from the bus this afternoon. You uh, you gave me your number. I thought you might..." Then she interrupted me. "Yes! Hi! I'm sorry I let the phone ring so many times. I was in the shower." She sounded almost excited. "Well... I uh, guess what I'm calling about is, uh, I really would like to see you again. That is if you don't mind." I must've sounded totally dumb. I hoped I hadn't blown it.
"O.K. I'll give you directions to my apartment. Do you like old movies?" This was going better than I expected. "Oh! Yes! I love old movies! Would you like to see one? I mean, you want to watch one at your apartment, or what?" I wasn't sure. "I'm sorry, I got a little carried away. I have a VCR here, and I like to get to know someone where I can be comfortable. Do you mind?" She was truly concerned.
"No, no not at all! How does 8:30 sound?" With that, I took down her address, said good-bye and took a shower.
When I arrived at her apartment, I noticed a note on her door that said,
'AT THE VIDEO STORE- PLEASE COME ON IN, THE KEY'S UNDER THE MAT' -JENNIFER
What luck! I reached down, grabbed the key, and opened the door. Inside,
her apartment was very much laid out as one would expect a lady's home.
Lots of pastel colors, curtains and flowers in an almost too clean atmosphere.
As I looked around, my heart began to race. How long had she been gone?
Did I have enough time to...? I wanted to see her bedroom. The only door
in the place that appeared to be a bedroom door was slightly opened. I
walked over to it, and pushed it open even further. Inside, a small lamp
was glowing on a bedside table. To my left was another door that was closed.
This must be the closet, and my head felt light as I approached the door
to open it. As I turned the handle, visions of 
what I would find inside flashed through my mind. It was dark inside, and
a perfumed odor began to fill my senses. I felt for a light switch with
my hand, and finding it, turned on the light. There, lined up along the
side of the closet floor were her shoes. All pumps, and mostly all in various
shades of patent leather. I became faint. My heart was pounding like never
before. I fell to my knees and picked up the left shoe of a pair of red
patent spiked pumps that was right in front of the row. My shivering hands
lifted the delicate pump up to my nose, and I took a deep whiff of the
inside. Oh my god! what an incredibly sexy smell it had! Beyond my wildest
expectations. Her pretty foot had left the most deeply feminine aroma that
I had ever smelled inside and I was taking it in as deeply as my lungs
would allow. I began to lick the shiny surface of the pump. I felt totally
immobilized by the intoxicating scent and taste of this pretty girl's high
heeled shoe, and I was feeling out of control. I reached over and grabbed
another pair of 
white patent heels that were very well worn and smothered my face with
them. They were even more aromatic. This was beyond my wildest dreams.
With a feverish excitement, I put down the pumps and tore off my own shoes and socks. My frenzied fantasies were taking over as I picked up her black patent high heels that she had on earlier that day, and shoved my own toes into them. I pushed and crammed them in as far as I could, and flipped them around on my feet as if I was dangling them. Then I pulled them off and stuck my nose inside to inhale the now warm aroma that my own feet had revived from the inside. I was under their spell, licking and kissing and smelling her pretty patent pumps. The reality began to sink in after a few moments, and I knew I did not want to be caught in her bedroom, let alone her closet, so I quickly rearranged her pumps, and turned out the closet light. But before I could leave her bedroom, I picked up the black pumps and stuffed them into my pants. I decided that I had to have her shoes, and that I would have to leave, not wanting to be confronted in case she discovered what I had been doing. So I left her apartment as I had found it, leaving her a note on the door saying, 'SORRY, BUT I HAD SOME BUSINESS TO TAKE CARE OF. I'LL CALL YOU.' I never saw her again, but I still have her pumps to remind me of the greatest day of my life.
Nick is a shoe collector and sells and trades shoes. He can be contacted
at:
Nick Matthews
22910 SE 281st PL.
Maple Valley, WA 98038
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Did anyone catch the show "Singled Out" on MTV Tues. night?? If you're familiar with the set-up of the show, during the final cut round, the female contestant had the final 5 guys pick a shoe and one at a time, walk around the barrier to try it on her bare foot. Good shots of her red painted toes and two of the guys even caressed her foot and kissed it to help influence her vote. The dorky host told the final contestant that the previous three guys "sucked her toe" but he didn't do anything. Then the host stated to the girl..."Isn't that weird, guys caressing, grabbing and licking your foot?" But the girl simply replied "That is my favorite". It was very cool!!!
PHOTOS FOR SALE!
sexy college coed selling amateur pictures of her 36c-27-36 physique! Please
send $3 concealed cash for my 6-page catalog (with pictures) along with
your e-mail address and a signed statement saying you are over 18 years
of age to:
Rachel Hanson
Calder Square
PO Box 10800
State College PA 16805-0800
I am looking for Joan and David women's shoes. Size 6 to 7 1/2, patent leather preferably black. The more expensive they were originally the better. Also other Italian made "bitch" shoes would be okay. Thanks Send me mail
A: Yes And WE are interested 414-263-2130 Jen Venus
What do you think of these shoes? Tell us what you would do with a pair of these red patent leather beauties. Use your imagination!
E-mail by June 25, 1996 to Micko
Thanks and see you again next month!