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LETTER FROM THE EDITOR:

Dear readers;

I want to publicly apologize to Jett Moon for some harsh words we had toward each other. I have used a lot of Jett's material in the past, and I would like to thank him for all his contributions. Featured below in the letters section is his experience in Las Vegas which was written for us during a time when contributions were very low. In my haste to get a very late newsletter published, I forgot to include it in last month's issue. Sorry.

Also, because of recurring problems with accidentally printing e-mail addresses for those who wish to remain anonymous, beginning this issue, we will change our policy. We will no longer link the e-mail unless it is specifically requested to do so. Thanks for your patience.

As for me, my time has been totally consumed with computer type stuff at work, but being in San Francisco did afford me many opportunities to see a variety of black patent leather footwear. Here's to another issue, and hopefully we will be back on track for next month's issue in two weeks... but don't quote me!

Mick O.

Send your experiences to Mick O.

LETTERS FROM OUR READERS:

From the BOYS!

I just want to thank you for the excitement that your page brings every month. I will have to say that patent leather pumps aren't my favorite, but I still get pleasure from reading the great articles from people around the world. My fetish is platform mules and I recently had an encounter that the readers of Patent Letter may enjoy.

My encounter happened during a recent vacation to Las Vegas. I was walking from one casino to another in Circus Circus when I noticed this petite, Asian young lady walking toward me in the mass of people. As I always do when I am meeting women, I look to see what kinds of shoes they are wearing. On this particular day I was lucky. She was wearing a off-white jeans and 6 inch black, patent leather mules. The style she was wearing also had the platform heel in the front and the high spike heel in the back. When I first saw her my heart skipped a beat as she walked by. I then did a turn in the crowd and walked behind her. She had mastered walking in them quite well. I followed for a minute or so until she went inside a gift shop to the magazine rack. I also went into the shop and got right beside her and pretended to look at a magazine as she thumbed through Cosmopolitan and Seventeen. I could tell that she was probably 18 to 20 years old. I don't usually find young girls alluring like some almost 30 year olds do. But, with those heels on I was absolutely magnetized to her. I basically stood there and stared at her heels and beautiful toes. She had her toe nails painted with a burgundy color polish and she would rock her foot back on her heel and expose them perfectly for my view. Occasionally she would wiggle her toes or slide them back and forth a little. I could feel my cock throbbing beyond control and thought how wonderful it would be to drop to her feet and lick her shoes and toes. After gazing for a few minutes one of those little pieces of paper fell out of her magazine, the way that they always seem to do, and I immediately stooped to retrieve it for her. I made sure to stay down there for as long as I could to gaze at those black platform mules. I looked up to her and our eyes met squarely and she responded in a soft voice, "Thank you." I wanted to tell her so much how pretty her shoes and toes were, but I just couldn't get up the nerve. She continued looking through the magazines and I continued to stare at her feet. In a few minutes she closed the magazine and browsed around the shop. She looked over at me before leaving and gave a gentle smile. I stood for a second because I didn't want to be so obvious with my attraction. She had rejoined the crowds of people and when I got out of the shop I couldn't find her anywhere. I walked back and forth looking for her, but she couldn't be found. While looking for her I ran into another lady. She was an African-American lady and she was wearing Candies with a hot orange band across them. I turned around again, but she never stopped for me to get a look, other than from behind. The sound of the wooden sole hitting against the bottom of her feet was good enough for me.

I hope you all enjoyed my encounter as much as I did. I would like to thank that beautiful young lady. I didn't hit at the tables, but I definitely hit with the heels. If anyone would like to exchange pics or views about platform heels, you can e- mail me at

jettmoon@ns1.eastlink.net .

It has been some time and I have shared many pics before... (Your March issue has my wife's heels plastered all over it). Well one day my wife borrowed a pair of really sexy patent 4" oxford heels from her mother to wear to a formal affair. We had always enjoyed high heels but never before like this day. We went out all dressed up and I was so turned on by her mother's sexy spiked shoes... I kept telling her all evening that they were driving me wild and she rubbed my leg under the table a few times with them.

When we finally got home I asked her to wear them to bed which she finally agreed to hesitantly. We started to kiss and I was already hot as hell... I begged her to rub them on my body and against my cock which at first she denied. She had of course done this before in many other pairs of her own heels but her mother's were taboo. So after begging some more she started to rub her mother's heels on my body slowly, teasing me. I was so hot at the thought of her mother's sexy heels on my body I can't even explain...

I begged her to rub it on my cock through my underwear, which again at first she denied. I guess I shouldn’t have told here that I wanted her to jerk me off in them because she said, "no way." When I asked her why not she said because they were her mother's. After keeping on her and begging her my wife finally started to give in and rub that sexy heel on my cock through my underwear. The heels were so shiny and smooth and were so sexy to me because they were borrowed.

Then I asked her again to jerk me off in one, and I think it got her a little hot because she slipped the heel off and started to rub it over my underwear (She still said "no" to rubbing it on my cock etc.). But then she all of the sudden pulled my underwear off and grabbed my cock and started to fuck me with her mother's shoe.

My dick was probably the hardest it has ever been as she began talking to me, telling me to shoot all my juice into it, and how she was going to give it back to her mother with all the juice inside. She moved her mouth down and then began sucking on her mothers heel and my cock and then jerked me even harder and faster telling me how she was going to have me watch her mother wear them after I had cum in those shoes. I was in heaven and so excited and I could see that she was really turned on by the thought too. I was also turned on as I watched her suck on those spiked patent beauties. I think her mother would freak if she knew, but I just wanted to put all the cum I could in them and let it dry.

Then I came a load the size of Texas.... It felt great as she told me how her mother would be wearing them, how we made them so slutty, and I would get to see her mother model them someday. I was so turned on because her mother never really wore heels yet these were so damn sexy!

After I came she got me hard again and made me fill the other shoe... The next morning she woke me up and made me juice it again, and then she returned them to her mother… I often dream of that happening again… and I did see them worn... But that is another story.

Name and address withheld by request

Mick,

I have a question. What does it take to have a special issue that's just pictorial, not any editorial, with some of the best images ? Is it any easier than a regular issue ? Or how about photo archives, categorized by subject matter? (ie pumps, boots, etc...)

(Our reply: We have done a special section called Photo Gallery with only pictures. As for archiving, we do not have an FTP site and have no plans to get one. - Ed.)

From the COUPLES!

Hi Mick

First, please excuse my poor English spelling and grammar, I hope You can use our contribution to Your "patent-Letter" anyway. If you choose to use our contribution, please feel free to make the necessary corrections. We have attached 3 pics (in JPG): one of my lovely mistress and two of me in my French maid uniform. Please feel free to use them if you promise we will remain anonymous. Here is our story, told by the slave:

Well, I will tell all you readers of "Patent Letter" about a very important part of my life. I am a happily married man, married to my lovely Mistress. We have been practicing the art of power-exchange and S&M for about 8 years, and we are lucky enough to share the fascination of leather and patent leather clothes. Also, we like to take pictures of each other from time to time.

About a half year ago my wife came home from a shopping trip with a new dress... for me. It was a French maid dress all in black patent leather. Also she had bought me a pair of 3 inch heel calf high boots in a second-hand store. She demanded me to ware the outfit in the evening where I would have to serve her like a maid serves her Madame. She warned that I'd better learn to act like a maid because that would be a major part of my duties to her in the future; and if I did anything wrong she would punish me until I had learned how to serve her right. Well, I know that when she talks punishment, it means severe whipping from a riding crop. So it was with a little trembling nerves I looked ahead to the evening.

In our household I am the one responsible for cooking and most cleaning (of cause). When it became time for me to prepare our dinner, she looked at me and said that I'd better change to my new dress before beginning. And in the meantime she would take a bath. It wasn't easy to get in the tight dress as it was a little to small, but at last I managed, and the boots were just right. It really turned me on watching myself in the mirror, but I remembered my duties in the kitchen and rushed out to make a good dinner for my lovely mistress. I had a hard time out there. I was not trained to walk on high heels and my hands trembled in excitement. But when I was finished with the dinner I thought the result was very good.

My mistress walked in the room. She had changed to a leather dress and a pair of high heel black patent leather boots. In her hand she had her favorite whip: a strong red leather riding crop. She know my fascination of her when she dresses up like that. I served her the steak I had prepared with red wine and to my relief she was pleased. All through the dinner I had to sit on my knees next to her, serving her wishes on demand. From time to time she took a little piece of the meal and put it on the floor in front of me, and I would then have to lick it up.

When finished, she ordered me to serve her a drink in our TV-room and then go out and clean up the kitchen and dining room. When I had finished that, I should report back to her and she would inspect my work.

I responded her with a "Yes, Madame" and hurried out to obey her orders. First on my knees, I served her drink and got out to clean up after the dinner.

At this time I was very turned on, but my mistress warned me not to do anything else but my duty in the kitchen. Otherwise I would be whipped. When I was finished, I crawled back to her on my knees, reporting. She took out a rope and tied it around my neck and we went out to make the inspection. She had a little black book with her in order to write up all things I hadn't done to her satisfaction. In no time the list became very long.... For example: she found a drop of sauce on the floor...I had to lick it up, and she was not satisfied with the dish washing....I had to do it over again. And she went on and on. When she finally was pleased, my punishment had run up to 145 whiplashes. And I would have to count them all when the punishment was to be executed.

But not at the present time. She took me back to the TV-room where I was placed kneeling with my face just few inches in front of heel from her boots. From time to time she demanded me to serve desert, cookies and more drinks. I had to thank her for learning me the role of the maid and she demanded me to kiss her lovely boots. Finally I had to lick the patent leather boots. For some reason this turns her on, and soon she began to masturbate her pussy under the leather dress. Of cause I wanted to play with her, but she pushed me away with the sole of her boot. Instead she stood up and took me into our bedroom where she placed me on the bed and she fixed me with leather cuffs on arms and legs so I couldn't move. She repeated all the things on the list and reminded me that she had to punish me with the whip, learning me to be more obedient next time. And then she began the treatment of my back with the harsh leather whip. I begged for mercy, but no...I had to count all the way to 145.

When she finally were finished, she was very much turned on, and she turned me over on my back and placed her self right over my face, demanding me to lick her. I love this part and my tongue quickly made her come in an explosive orgasm. She fell over me and for some minutes she was quite still. Then she rose up, gave me a kiss and went out of the bedroom leaving me with a hard-on and very mush turned on. About half an hour later she came back. She would hear from me how much I adore her, and love her. And she wanted me to promise to be her slave for ever. When she was satisfied with my answers, she again placed her self over me, but this time she rode me all the way to a wonderful orgasm.....

We have been playing this game several times now....and I simply adore to be the maid of my wonderful Mistress. With regards to all the readers of "Patent-Letter" from The Mistress and the maid

Name and address withheld by request

From the GIRLS!

Dear Mick,

I was touched by your appeal for pictures and experiences of high heels. My husband bought me my dream shoe today, a stunning pair of black patent 7" Pumps as pictured in your e-zine. When I get some taken I will be sure to pass them on. I am wearing them right now and I can't help but admire them as I dangle them in front of me. Everything about them is so sexy from their high shine to the elongated 7" stilletto like a dagger pointing down from foot.

Elizabeth

From the BOYS who want to be GIRLS!

Hi Mick,

So Sorry about the lack of material. Will this help? I do so very much enjoy your efforts. Well, Mick, here is last week’s little foray into the bizarre. I've been seriously dressing for about 4 months now ( as if a 6’ 1" man in 6" heels looks serious). I meet with other Cross Dressers about two nights a month to go out/shop and otherwise "girl" around. Last night was a shopping foray. I went about an hour away to a big mall I hadn’t visited before. My friend Angie was the only "girl" who could meet me that early(2:30pm). She suggested we hit the big new Nordstrom. I thought okay , some better class clothes would be a kick. They have the best shoe department around. Anyway , I was wearing some really nice hose under my jeans, Givenchy French cut. A couple of places I like for shoes are CD friendly and it helps to try heels with hose for a better fit.

We didn’t find any high enough. Since I've graduated to 6 inch...5's are easy now. So we hit the Nordstrom store ...not too crowded...and they had some really striking spring suits. I found one I liked... ($390, ouch!) and decided to find shoes to match. On to the shoe department. They had exactly what I wanted...very nice sandals ... pink patent ankle strap and three across the instep. 3 inch heel...a little low but higher would wreck the look.

The clerk asked me what size...I told her, "11-1/2-12." She leaned over very close to me and said softly, "I know we have some in the back", and left. I was a little stunned by her actions but have learned some women get a little fidgety when they think a guy is a CD or gay. She came back, waving off her other customers to other clerks, and came up to me, very close. She lightly touched my arm and said, "Your so tall and the stock clerks is gone, could you come to the stacks and help me?".

At this point I'm a little nervous not knowing what’s going on. I must tell you she was a very pretty, petite (5"4) woman, blond with a nice tan and dressed in a short black suit. Scrumptious! I followed her past the stock area and into a staging area for displays. "What about the shoes?" I asked, blushing. "Are they for you?" She asked. I hesitated for just a minute, but figure she already knew. "Yes," I answered. She turned, reached under a counter and pulled out the sandals.

She opened the box. Walked up close to me and said, "Put them on. I want to see." I took them and she brushed past me, what a glorious scent she had. She closed the door and motioned for me to sit. My head was swimming. My wife won't even see my clothes much less me in any of them. But here I was before this stranger. I sat, not able to look her in the eye. When she saw I had on hose she, stepped up to me placing her hands on my shoulders, "Oh very nice". She tugged up my pant leg to see. "even better… you're shaved."

At this point I had such a knot in my crotch. "Take off your jeans and show me your legs in the heels." I did...quickly. When I stood and walked to her in my best girl walk, she pushed up against me with her one hand down on my crotch and the other on my neck, I grabbed and kissed her. I lifted her off the carpet and her leg swung around my butt and back. We kissed and bucked against each other for about 20 seconds... an eternity to me. I came instantly. A wonderful gush filling my panties. I think I could hear it!