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LETTER FROM THE EDITOR:

Dear readers;

Right on the "heels" of July comes the August issue. I had a great experience in New Orleans early in July, and here is my run down of what I found. The subject was black patent belts, boots, shoes and purses! I saw women from all over the world, all different ethnic backgrounds with many styles of shoes. There were lots of high heels, not necessarily spiked heels, but lots of conventional dress shoes and also modern chunky styles. Many were made of black patent leather. In the French Quarter, there were many multi-colored patent leather sandals on young, pretty women. Some ladies even wore sexy ankle straps. It was a great place for variety. Here are some of the highlights.

One day at the conference, a pretty young security guard had on a pair of shiny black patent leather go-go boots under her uniform pants. Several women attendees chose strappy black patent sandals due to the hot weather. French Quarter streetwalkers, some women and some men in drag, had on spike heel pumps in patent leather and also in suede. Several shops had fetish spike heel shoes for sale in red, white and black patent. There were some thigh high patent boots and teddies in shiny black patent vinyl.

On this trip I finally got to meet Tygger, a past contributor to our newsletter. I can not begin to tell you how much fun we had, but I can tell you she had four pairs of patent leather shoes with her. Two were her everyday dress shoes, the Evan Picone's and the Ann Klein's. (The black patent Ann Klein's smelled great!) And she two pairs of 5" fetish pumps, one pair in red patent and one pair in black patent. I was gagged with the black ones! We meet again next month, so stay tuned. I can't wait to share the details.

Mick O.

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LETTERS FROM OUR READERS:

From the GIRLS!

Dear Mick,

I love the 'zine and have been a faithful reader for over a year. I have a new web site that you might be interested in. I have pictures of myself wearing red patent leather shoes with a 5 inch gold spike, 6 inch black patent leather pumps and a pair of 7" black patent leather court shoes. You are free to use any pictures on the pages and can put a link on your page. Keep up the good work.
http://www.geocities.com/SouthBeach/Lights/6871

Amanda aharriman@juno.com

I am not very familiar with writing these kinds of things. However when I think about it, all the details are so real, it is like a video tape being played. Yes, the experience excites me. But I'm also afraid because I don't know if someone does do these things to me, how painful it will be. Once I had ballet and gym training, as you know, and used to excercise the splits. Normally splits require a person to spread two legs apart until they lie flat (180 degrees) on the floor with the body upright. They stay no more than 5 seconds and then stop. However my teacher always instructed me to lie one leg on the floor with the other leg on two layers of gym mats so that the angle is over 200 degrees! And I had to stay for 2 minutes this way; 15 seconds body upright, next 45 seconds body bent back while using my hands to hold my back leg's ankle, next 45 seconds bent forward until my breasts touched my leg so my two hands could hold together on my front feet sole, 15 seconds upright. I am shy to say this, but I have to admit that this always turned me on exactly when the second phase begins. My panties always got wet.

Doing this hard excercise is not the worst experience. The most horrible thing is this. One day, a handsome young man invited me to his place after my excercise. I was in gym tights with skirt on top and a 3 1/2" white high heel pumps. At his place I was encouraged to perform several excercises. I said, "I am on high heels. I cannot." He gazed at me and tenderly said to me, "Just take them off. Then will you do your beaufiul splits?" So I got out of my pumps and started to spread on the carpet. He stopped me and leads me to the bed. "It's softer than the floor. Don't worry, I just want you show me several basic excercises." I agreed and began to do splits. I was upright and then bent back in 10 seconds very quickly but when I did the 3rd phase of the splits, the bed was so soft it made me spread more than on mat, I suddenly felt I could not control myself. Within seconds, he quickly took out ropes and tied my two hands together with the front leg(ankle), then he held my back leg making it impossible for me to move. I did not say anything, but just obeyed his order to "Stay, stay ..."

I don't know how long he held me at that position. I guess it must have been over 5 minutes, maybe even 10 minutes. It is hard to say because it was too exciting or too painful (or both!). I struggled, wiggled... and nearly fainted. Or maybe I fainted and woke up again, I don't know. He released me and kissed me. To my surprise he took out 2 pairs of handcuffs. I did not see what happened until he locked my left wrist with my left ankle and my right wrist to my right ankle. That's the first time I saw and felt the metal cuffs, so cold and tight. I tried, or maybe just thought about it, to jump. I wanted to escape as a basic instict. I was so scared and I began to cry. While I was still cuffed, I saw clearly that he took out a electric prod from the ground. He had many torture instruments under his bed. He said, "You didn't straighten your toe and make you feet flat with your leg when you did your splits. You should be punished." He teased my toes one by one with one hand, the feeling was so helpless. So I tried to move body, but suddenly got a sting on my toes. He applied the electricity! Ahhh, I began scream. But he spoke in my ear very quietly, "Don't make any noise, otherwise..."

He put the prod between my thigh, moved it up and up... until it raised my body up. I forgot I was cuffed, and the quick action of raising my body up caused my wrist and ankle to be hurt by the metal cuffs. I cried out again. He said, "You didn't make your feet flat on bed, and now you've made such a big noise, you must be punished." He helds my elbows with one hand, and used another hand to apply electric current on my panties. Slowly, the current got stronger and stronger. By now, I can't stand it any more. I broke down and shouted, "I will do anything for you, just stop it!" He left the prod under my panties and began fondle my nipples. He turned me around until I am exactly there hogtied like the photo in your July's letter from the editor. I fainted. When I woke up by a sting on my breast, I was sitting on bed with my white high heel pumps on. My legs were spread wide by a metal bar, one leather cuff on each side to hold my ankles. My hands were held up by one pair of leather cuffs located in the center of the bar. Since I had on pumps, the heels made my feet arch upright and made my legs stretch too much. It was very painful.

One pair of chains connected to clips were snapped on my nipples over my gym tights. The prod was still under my panties. I was driven mad. It was confusing. Along with being afraid, I was turned on. I said, "Fuck me please, I can't suffer your torture any more!" (I never said that before!) I repeated the words again and again. He made me stand with the metal bar on and the prod under my panties, forcing me stand with legs stretched very taut. He touched my leg from ankle to hips, and made 5 slight parallel marks with his nails. After he did this to my both legs, he pulled my skirt and used a blade to cut my tights at the bottom. I got really frightened, but felt my juice flowing out of my body. However he is impotent that day, and he cannot get an erection. He got annoyed and inserted an ice cube into me. I fainted again... Now I want him to insert himself in me, and he can not.

He led me to a wood frame with many beams and bar just like those in real gym. He asked me to raise leg, with my pumps still on, until it is fully extended above my head; 180 degrees to the standing leg. This was also one exercise I used to do. I could hold it there for at least 10 seconds. "Hold your ankle with both hands," he said. I obeyed, then he held my body and let my upper leg ankle reach one bar on the frame. He tied my ankle and hands there again. Since my feet is faced at the ceiling, he easily took off my shoe and began to beat(very gently) and fondle my sole. Also he inserted an electric toy into me where the bottom of my tights were cut. He even tried to insert the heel of my shoe, but I refused by fighting him.

Then his roommate, a girl I know, suddenly came home. She saw me, got upset and ran back out. I was so embrassed. He released me and ran out too. I left there as quickly as I could and refused to date him again.

Asia (address withheld by request)

From the BOYS!

Mick,

I see you have changed sights, for a moment when I went to the previous address I thought you had quit the Patent Letter. I have to say for a moment I was sad. I thought I would send this in next month but I don't know how much material you have for this month's letter ,so I thought I would go ahead and send it now; if you don't need it then don't use it. As a lover of high heels I have purchased many shoes over the years and have found great enjoyment in just looking at them. However the best part of having your own heels is wearing them. For years I have been wearing heels as I am sure many of you have too. I often drive my self to work wearing a nice pair of 6" red patent heels or maybe a "killer" 5" black patent opera pump. Whatever I wear the trip always seems to go better. I would recommend this as therapy for all commuters. Maybe some truck driver has seen me going to work and would like to tell that story. Just wearing heels is not enough for me. I am a man and I enjoy that but I also enjoy wearing womens undergarments. Often I will wear pantyhose to work just to enjoy the silky feel. On occassions I may add a girdle and some times even a bra under my suit. The thought of talking and working with some pretty women dressed this way turns me on. I often wonder what they would think if they only knew. Maybe some women out there could share their thoughts on men dressing in hose and girdles. Since I often find myself out of town. One of the things I do to enjoy my time is to wear a white t-shirt and cut of jeans out on the town. Under this I have on a longleg panty girdle,bra,hose and of course a fine pair of heels. The jeans are cut off short enough that the bottom of my girdle is visible and the white t-shirt shows off my bra. What I like to do is go to convenience stores that have women clerks and shop. Sometimes I just walk around and leave but most of the time I have them sell me something. The looks on their faces vary but I have never been treated badly. I would like to hear them tell someone about this guy who came into their store wearing bra, girdle and 5 or 6 inch heels. If you use this please do not print my name or address.

Hi,

I am bootslave. I have enjoyed your page for quite some time now. It's great! I am a 36 yr. old male fetishist. I enjoy the kinkier side of life, and have a good time along the way..... :) I mostly love to worship a beautiful woman in boots! Here are the type of boots I lust for. (Like my boots?) interested in writing me and telling me what I can do for your boots?

bootslave E-Mail: hotlips1@tri.com

Mick -

I'm a brand new fan of Patent Letter, but a boot lover from way back. I have a true story I'd love to share. Go ahead and include my email address, as I would love to get boot pics from readers.

I was out of town on business with a bunch of my associates from work. One of the guys brought his wife along. She works for the company too, and she and I are very close friends. She was actually one of the first women I ever confided in about my love for boots. I was staying in the room just down the hall from the one she and her husband occupied. He was out entertaining clients, and I was actually not committed to anything that night. She and I were going to go to dinner together and chat, then call it a night. I got ready, and got a call from her to come down to her room, because she was almost ready. So I went. She let me in, and I sat down on the chair as she finished getting ready. She had on a denim skirt and soft sweater. She hadn't put her shoes on yet, and was running around in her bare feet. When she was all ready, she said, "I've got a surprise for you." She reached in her closet, and pulled out a pair of black soft leather thigh high boots. My eyes must have popped out of my head. She giggled as I said "I didn't know you had those!" She said "Are you ready?"

I shook as she raised her skirt a bit, then leaned over and slowly pulled her boots on, one at a time. After each boot was on, she slowly ran her hand along the boot to make sure it was nice and smooth. I couldn't move..... She walked over, and placed her booted foot between my legs. She said "You know you can't touch me. But I will let you do whatever you want to my boots." She lifted her skirt so that I could see the whole boot. I wrapped my hands around the calf of her boot. It was already nice and warm from her leg inside. I caressed her boot, as she watched me. "Kiss my boot" she whispered.

I leaned in and began kissing her boot, and it grew into a frenzied kissing and licking, as I got down on the floor to make sure I got all the way down to the heel and toe. She watched all this and breathed heavily as she watched. After I was done, I stood up, and she smiled at me. "This must always be our little secret" she said. Naturally I agreed. She gave me a big hug, and we went to dinner. Now when I see her with him, I can't help but at least grin a little, remembering that special evening when I got to have at least her boots all to myself......

Beaker800@aol.com

Hello Micko and Hello sln1,

I hope readers remember the June issue where sln1 couldn´t help asking where his shoe fetish might come from. He looked worried about it. I haven´t got the slightest idea about the origin of shoe fetish in humans, but to me (and I would love to know other opinions) it is more a gift than a curse. The gift I am talking about is the gift of feeling. The people I´ve found with a shoe fetish seem to me to posses a very strong sexuality. As you may know the grade of sexual desire is not the same in every one. I know guys near madness (me myself) at the cute age of six. That means kissing and touching your sister´s dolls, strong desire to fuck all your female teachers at school (although you don´t yet know what "fuck" is) and not missing any shows of " Charlie´s Angels" . But then there is other men who do not pay attention to sex until nineteen even twenty. And not a very strong attention. I consider myself as the owner of a strong sexuality and because of it. I am a shoe fetish. I see high heels as something wild. They are sort of a provocation, they curve even more the women´s body, they make this click sound that.......grerrerrerererrrrrr!!!, and there is something aggresively pointy about them, they are made to dominate. They are an aspect of the domination sex exerts on me. But I don´t consider a strong sexuality as something to be ashamed of. It is a gift of nature as well as a shoe-fetish. Why? because it is something that can give you waves of pleasure and energy (Taoisim) as nothing in the universe and all this without any side effect. So I ask sln1 this question : why I am so privileged as to have a shoe-fetish that bathes me in pleasure without any harm to me nor anyone?

AJARABOP@nexo.es

From the BOYS who want to be GIRLS!

Hi, I just found your page for the first time and I think it's great! I am a 26 yr. old male who lives in the southwest and has long had a fetish for crossdressing and (especially) heels. For a long time I have tried to surpress this urge, untill just recently. In the past few months I have gone out and bought a few things (including a WICKED pair of red strapped 5 1/2 inchers! I wish I could send a picture of them but, alas, I don't have the means) and I love it! But because of the fact that I'm new to all of this, I don't have the finer points of being feminine down (make-up and the like). I would most dearly love to find a woman that is into this kind of thing and would be willing to teach me. In one of the lingerie shops that I have been to, the lady there caught on to me, I think, but she was still very nice anyway. I've ben thinking of going back and talking to her about helping me (but to tell the truth I don't think I'll have the guts to do it). What do you think? P.S. Anyone else (especially women) who might have advice or tips please E-mail me.

Stacie Paladinn@worldnet.att.net

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STORIES:

High Heels in China

Once I was in a city in China which is a nearly "free trade" city. Although prostitution is very popular, it is still forbidden by law. The law is enforced by two different forces, the police (run by the central government) and the local security force. Local security forces periodically sweep for prostitutes; however during their operations, some your girls with sexy clothes may also be arrested as "bad girls". Of course their signature is high heels and short skirts.

The security force may legally hold people for 48 hours. During the first 24 hours nothing happens. All the girls are normally sent to a school and held there. There the "prisoner" may use a public phone to call for aid. Then some of them are released... the lucky ones.

The next day the remaining ones have two choices. One is pay about $800 dollars. If the person doesn't carry enough money, they can still can call someone to bring them money and pay $200 to an officer. Otherwise the police won't let them take their bag out with them. The second way is to confess, where they will be sent to police's prison for 1 to 3 months. Bad girls who refuse to pay money, and often choose to go to prison.

The young girls who are accidentally caught, often don't know their real situation. They just do not want to pay the money. They don't even think about confessing. In fact some girls even shout "What can you do to me? I don't care."

The officer replies "You will confess after our special course; I promise there won't be any obvious marks!"

The victims are then sent to what is called "Gym Club". This is the "Club" of the security force. I was there. After the prisoners register, their bags are kept in a locker. They are then divided into two groups according to their attitude, and put to two waiting areas. One is called the Sitting Area. There are several pieces of metal hardware which rise from the ground every 60 cm; one is fixed to an ankle cuff, the other one with a hand cuff. About 10 women are brought here. Of those, 7 or 8 girls are asked to sit on the mat facing the hardware. They then spread their legs about 4 feet wide, so that one girl's right ankle is tied with the next girl's left ankle with the same ankle cuff. Then the guards force each one to bend forward to the floor as far as possible where they use hand cuffs to fix each girl's hands between her legs. It's very painful, especially with high heels on. The arch of the sole and the heel force the feet upright. Those who paid "tips" to the guards get to sit in a chair and put their ankle(legs) on another wood frame with the same height as the chair. The upper part of the frame is detachable with hinges (stocks). When put together they create two holes where the wood is cut out. These are used to fix the ankles. Actually the holes are not very tight, but they prevent the woman from pulling her legs out. So there she sits with her high heels on.

The second is called the Standing Area. Girls stand with their hands cuffed in front of their bodies, then the guard use a hook from the ceiling, attach it to the center of the cuff, and pull the other end of the rope down thus pulling the victims' hands up. Some bad guys even pull some victims until they stand precariously on their tiptoes. For those paid the "tips", there is a bench they can step on to place their hands at eye level.

During the second period, for those confessed, they are still held there by security force for 13 days. For those who did not, things have just begun. In the Sitting Area, 2 guards fasten a steel bar on the victims' legs (just above the knee), so the legs won't move even a little bit. A 3rd guard takes off the woman's shoes and uses a wooden ruler to beat the sole of her foot slowly, one by one. Scream...

In the Standing Area, guards use another rope which is tied to one victim's ankles or knees, and then raise one leg up as high as possible. They kick the standing leg, take off the shoe from the dangling foot, and use the sharp heel to strike the woman's toes. Sometimes they use a ruler to beat the hanging leg ...

Another area is The Chair, or so it is called. The last thing I saw was the chair torture. The chair looks more like a narrow table about 8 feet by 2 feet. On the top of the table is a 3 foot leather seat close to the middle. There are heavy restraints on the other parts, and there is a 1feet wide moveable leather seat (restraints built-in) with 4 foot long adjustable range.

Victims are forced to take off their high heels, stocking and skirt. Then they sit on the chair. One guard comes over and pulls the woman's legs until her knees just reach the middle end of the seating part. Her legs are tied to the table just above the knee. Then they lock the feet on the moving block. Now the guard moves the block until her legs fully stretched and fixed and lock the block in place. Another guard puts handcuffs on her wrists, and take out 2 pairs of thumb cuffs. (Oh my God.) He locks her left thumb to her left second toe with one pair thumb cuffs, and uses another pair for the right thumb and right toe. The girls cry out immediately and try to squirm and wiggle, but it's hard to move...

I was told a victim may hold this position for several hours, and the feet block might even be raised up. (a way to break one's legs!) Of course they never break anybody's legs; they just use it for fun. Sometimes they just let the victim sit on it with their high heels on, hang their hands, raise the feet block a little higher, make girls sit on it for whole day. They even pull her hair until her head is facing the ceiling, put a towel over her nose, and spill water on the towel. This they call "beauty salon".

One of my former colleagues (a local pretty girl) worked for the police force. She did a favor for a powerful officer in the security force. She asked me to go together with her to the Gym Club. She met alone with him for about one hour. I was waiting in another room located about 3 feet above the ground by a window. I was so frightened, and left the city as quickly as I could.

However I have to admit, I kept thinking about being tied up. I tried the pose as if my legs and hands were tied together, it's very exciting. (Especially when I wear my black patent high heels. (Of course I cannot actually tie myself, but because I had taken a ballet course before, I can reach my feet with legs straight. I can also still do the splits.)

Now, because of this experience, I often fantasize about being on a date with a man who will tie me up with high heels on!