Mick O. is back with better news than I have..... Thanks for the letter Tom.

Dear readers,

It has been awhile since I have checked in. One thing I miss about not publishing anymore, is the e-mail I used to get. It was always exciting to receive letters from shoe fans. More recently I have been busy looking for a new job after my old company let me go in July. But things just keep getting better. I landed an even better position making even more money. And the best news of all is that I have met someone special. After years of being alone and doing some controlled dating, I finally met a beautiful lady who eagerly indulges my foot and shoe fetish.

We began dating about seven months ago. Over time, I started by playing with her feet. She seemed to enjoy all the attention. In fact, it even seemed to turn her on when I massaged as well as kissed and licked them. So one night she suggests dressing up for me on the weekend. She had all this lingerie she wanted to wear, so I asked if she would wear high heels too. I especially requested black patent leather high heels, and she eagerly complied. And that is the way it has gone ever since.

Several weeks ago, we went to Spain and found her a pair of red Spanish patent leather high heel pumps with 5" heels which we keep only for the bedroom. I love it when she stands tall over me while wearing them. I drop to my knees and kiss and lick the shiny leather. This seems to get her excited. Then we make love during which she pushes the toe of one shoe in my mouth or places it over my nose to inhale the rich scent of her foot mixed with the smell of the leather. It is heavenly. I have never been so happy. I hope to have pictures to share of her feet very soon.

Good news from the fashion industry. Many of the catalogs are now featuring high heels in many types of leather. And at work, I have three times spotted different women wearing shiny black footwear. One gal had a pair of plain black pumps with four inch slightly sculpted heels. Another had spiked heels with straps crossing the vamp. The third was wearing pretty little Mary Janes. All of them were in beautiful black patent leather.

Well, that's the news for now. I would love to hear from readers with whom I have lost touch. And keep up the good work, Tom. You're the best!

Mick O.

Please send in some comments to Tom

That Special Feeling      © Jennifer Thomson 1998. London UK.

Do you know that pleasant feeling of anticipation that precedes the happier days of one's life ? Today was just such a day. I had just finished a pretty lucrative contract and received a good bonus which would set me up financially for a couple years at least. I could enjoy a few months break- but knowing me I would be looking for something within a few weeks !

I was due to meet up with my boyfriend, Steve, to look for a house to share together. He was just back from the States and it would be great to see him again. I even hung up some of his favourite jackets and ties to make him feel at home. I knew Steve had a bit of a thing for heels which was just as well, as so did I. I usually wore 3 or 4" to work- always stilettos - not plats or clumpy ones. I am 5'7", size 40EUR shoe, so I don't really need the extra height per se. There is something about a stiletto. You can gently rock it and really feel the heel - almost try to push it further into the ground and positively sense the height. Its difficult to describe unless you actually wear them. It certainly makes me feel confident, powerful, feminine - even a little vulnerable - a completely contrasting sentiment. I suppose some of it is emotional, some from association, some sexual; its not an easy thing to analyze, but for me anyway, there is great pleasure to be had from wearing them once one has mastered the practical difficulties of doing so.

The End
I´m proud to publish this story from Jennifer  ed - Tom

Tell us your story about HighHeels: Luis has made it and here is Jenny´s e-mail:

Come on - let's follow Luis's example - I am sure there must be some interesting stories out there - you can read mine in September Patent Letter. Perhaps some of these stories can be published in Patent Letter
- they could be anonymous if you want - I dont think that would be a problem - so dont be shy! It is up to us to support Tom for his committment, and make Patent Letter the best ezine on the web (for HH
lover's at least :) !) For my part, I have written a new HH story and am producing some matching pics for it at the moment.

A bientot  Jenny

Readers you have heard it: come on girls and boys write a good shoestory ! ed Tom

Hot story from Ricardo (sorry Ricardo for that long delay

One night I phoned Her to ask Her if I could be submitted and She answered yes, with Her usual hot voice. I immediately got excited and I hurried up to reach Her apartment, where more then once I has already been Her humble slave. I took a pair of stockings I bought for Her: black and seamed. They are the kind I prefer, because they give the Mistress a look which is both sexy and severe. I had already brought Her this kind of stockings in the past, but I wanted to be sure to see Her wearing them.

The travel from my house to Hers lasted about half an hour, during which I constantly thought about our past encounters, during which I always felt what means to be completely in power of a woman.

I arrived at last and I rang Her doorbell with a trembling finger. She opened the door but didn't let me see Her from outside, hiding behind the door. As soon as I entered, She closed the door and told me: "I see you brought me the stockings: well, I anticipated you...". I immediately turned toward Her and almost fell to the ground from the emotion. She was wearing one of the pairs of stockings I brought Her the previous times, together with a pair of red pumps with 5" stiletto heels.

"She was wearing one of the pairs of stockings I brought Her the previous times, together with a pair of red pumps with 5" stiletto heels."

The stockings were kept up by a black guepiere, which let me glimpse Her fantastic breast. I bought the pumps too: it was the second pair I gave Her, the other one being black with an ankle strap.

"...it was the second pair I gave Her, the other one being black with an ankle strap."

Without saying a word, She pointed at the room where She usually submits me. I rushed toward the room, already feeling the scent of the leather and the sweet pain given to me by Her heels.

She followed me, closing the door of the room behind Her and then she sat on the bed which is inside the room, crossing Her legs. I fell on my knees, totally hypnotised by that sight. Irritated, she told me: "What the hell are you waiting to undress?" I immediately obeyed, going back on my knees when I was ready. I was in front of Her, and She slowly rose one shoe until it was very near to my mouth. I tried to lick the sole, but She drew it back, starting a torture that lasted several minutes. At last She let me clean Her soles with my tongue, but while I was doing that, the phone began to ring. Before the Mistress said a single word, I rush at the feet of the table the phone was upon and I laid on my back, knowing that the Mistress loves to trample me while She speaks at the phone.

"At last She let me clean Her soles with my tongue,..."

In fact she comfortably sat, picked up the phone and answered: "Hi, dear, how are you?". While She was saying "you", she put Her heels on my nipples. I was almost breathless for the excitement. While the conversation at the phone was going on, She drove the heels deeper and deeper into my nipples, until I couldn't hold back a muffled cry. "Oh, it's nothing, it's just my little slave that I'm keeping under my heels,  but don't worry, he will be immediately silent", She said to Her friend. Soon after that, She drove one heel into my mouth, ordering: "Suck it, I want to feel your lips on it!".

I began my job, which lasted as long as the Mistress talked at the phone, while the other heel kept on pressing on my nipple.

"OK, bye-bye" were the last words the Mistress said at the phone. The She pulled the heel out of my mouth, putting it on the ground. Then She stood up, pressing with the other heel, still deep in my nipple. She took a few steps and then told me: "Come here, slave!". She was standing in the middle of the room with Her legs slightly apart, in front of a big mirror which occupies an entire wall. I realized She wanted me to be Her horse. So I rushed to put my head between Her knees, feeling the sweet touch of Her stockings on my face. Immediately after She was riding me: "Go there, to the chest of drawers".

 "I realized She wanted me to be Her horse."

When we arrived there, She opened a drawer and took out one of those whips jockeys use on their horses. "OK, let's go for a ride", She said, whipping my bottom. We went back in front of the mirror, where She ordered me to stop. Then She drove Her heels in the back of my hands. We stayed there for a few minutes, during which we stared at that wonderful image: a divine Mistress in black seamed stockings and red pumps, riding Her slave, now only a thing at Her feet.

"...we stared at that wonderful image: a divine Mistress in black stocking and red pumps,..."

"Take me around my house": another lash accompanied there words. My knees hurt, but the Mistress was telling me, "Faster, faster, dirty donkey!", whipping me again and again.

At the end of the ride, after dismounting, She took a chair and said: "I'm absolutely not satisfied of my ride and you certainly know that bad horses need bad punishments...". I nodded. She sat on the chair and told me: "Lay on your back and put your head between the legs of the chair, here at my feet." I obeyed and found myself in a fantastic position: from under the chair I had a clear view of the seams of the stockings, which started from the edge of the pumps and went up the fabulous calves of the Mistress. While I was staring at them, She drove the heels into my breast, starting an endless trampling session which left heelmarks all over my chest and my thighs.

"She drove the heels into my breast, starting an endless trampling session which left heelmarks all over my chest and my thighs."

When She was tired of using me as a doormat, the Mistress took the shoes off and put Her feet on my face. I could hardly breath, but the scent of the stockings made me forget it. Then She raised Her feet: "Open your mouth, dog!", She ordered, then she drove a foot into my mouth, slowly moving it up and down, as if She was fucking me with it. She did the same with the other foot and when she was refreshed She put the shoes back on, pressing the heels on my nipples.

Then She slowly moved toward a bedside table, opened a drawer and took out a condom, which She put on. Then She sat at the edge of the bed, with Her legs apart. "Come here, my little slave, I want you to give pleasure to your Supreme Domina." On my knees, I reached Her. She rest Her back on the bed and Her thighs on my shoulders. Then she pulled me towards Her sex with Her calves and Her heels. I began to give Her pleasure, prisoner of Her red stiletto heels driven deep into my back.....
Thanks and give him a note: Riccardo

Hi there (from Ragazzo)
Here in Austria, weather is getting cold and rainy which means, that boot-season is starting. I already spotted several girls in black leather boots at the street and at a clubbing event......

But the best is, that my girl friend spent a short vacation in Italy. When she phoned me on friday, she told me that she has been in a shoe shop and saw nice black knee-high boots....and that she was sure that i would like them..... (there was a certain tone in her voice which excited me very much)......

At saturday, when I phoned her, she told me that she has been to the shoe shop again and tried the boots......(guess what happened in my head and somewhere else)...i asked if she had bought the boots.....she told me she didn´t, but she will think about it (again this tone in her voice....)

As you could imagine, i was waiting for her arrival on sunday with impatience....and, well...she did it! She bought gorgeous black knee-high boots with chunky heels and side zip. She undressed and put them on and....they look great on her!!!!!!! What else to say? It was a great night..........but thats another story :-)
ragazzo

From Robert
My passion for shoes started at an early age and has only grown as the years have pasted. What I enjoy most is to see a woman whos shoes are loose fitting and she keeps dangling them,or walks out of them because they are to big. This must happen while she is wearing nylon stockings. When I was going with my wife she never wore shoes that were loose, but that all changed. After we were married I would stretch her shoes by wetting the heals in water and then stretch them with a shoe stretcher and let dry so the heal of the shoe would be loose. This would make her shoes loose at the heals and they would slip off and she would dangle them. When she would buy new shoes I would ask her where she bought them and I would go and buy the same shoes only a wider width and a half to one size larger. My wife just thought them were stretching from getting broken in. On many occasions she would walk out of one or both heels , and they would slip off every time she crossed her legs. After all these years She knows I have a shoe and stocking fetish ,and she accommodates me. She even will wear full fashion nylons and dangle for me. Would like to hear from others who have dangling in nylons stories, have reworked there mated shoes,walking out of heels of shoes, or has dangling pictures. I have plenty of dangling pictures to share.
(Your are welcome to share your pics wirh PL or the mailinglist  -- ed. Tom
 

Dear readers,
I am a german guy living at the lake of constanze. I love ladies in High Heels, no matter if Pumps, Platforms or Boots. If the shoe fits perfect to the woman, than every High Heel is accepted. specially the walk of a woman in high heels is very sexy.
Unfortunately I had only one friendship to a girl who was wearing high heels for work, she was a hostess for special things. She had heels of every heights and one day she bought a pair of 7" heels and was very proud of them.
We went out for disco and she was wearing a short white skirt, and these incredible heels! We were dancing, flirting and so that a lot of people were looking at her legs. I was hot the whole time and my cock was hard for hours!!! I could no longer wait and we were standing at the bar in the corner, nearly to each other. I raised her skirt from behind and put my fingers between her legs. She was wet all over and i began to satisfy her and she came in about a few seconds. in the same time she grabbed at my pants and started to rub my cock. She felt the power, opened my pants and it took only a few seconds and i shot all the load into to corner.... we stayed a little bit and kept on flirting, kissing... and had a wonderful night.

Unfortunately I never met a woman like her.. we had so much fun, doing masturbation in public, playing with heels, boots and so on. she liked leather and I bought a lot of leather pants, underwear in this time. Hopefully I will meet a woman in the next years, that shares my love with heels....
If you have any contacts in the south of germany at the lake of constanze please let me know or write me at: sr@w-4.de

Thanx , heellover

Hello Patentletter!

I would like to thank you for a very good magazine. I always read it. And I also would like to tell you a litle about myself. Appearntly I am  a women shoe and heellover. When I see a woman in the street or elsewere  i always look at her shoes. In the begining I was afraid that everyone  could see that I was admiring their shoes but nowdays I can (if I want to) tell the woman who´s shoes I admire, what I think about her shoes. Here is what happen just a few days ago.

I was going to a big supermarket just outside the town I live in. When I arrived and got out of my car I saw a girl in her early twenties, with her clothingstyle I imagend that she would be wearing flats, but to my
suprise I saw that she was wearing very highheeled black leather boots. She sarted to walk towards the enty of the supermarket, I walked just behind her to se how well she could walk in her heels, apperently she
had worn heels like that before, because she put down her toes first and then put down her heels. But now and then her ankels would wobble.

But when I entered the supermarket I met a friend, so I lost her out of my sight. After a while my friend and I said goodbye, and I could now focus on my shopping list and of course the woman in boots. It didn´t take me long time to locate her, I could hear her stiletto heels cliking over the market. When I sav her again she only had few things in her shopping trolley and I also could see her long shopping list. I thought to my self that this I going to be very interessting. During my shopping tour I always knew where she were. When I was redy to go to the deicatessen line, I saw to my suprise that she also headed for the delicatessen line, somehow I arrived a little sooner than her. It was a long line and a few clerks. I turned around and saw her satnding behind me, she looked a little bit boring an tired. I sighed, then she said to me: "I wonder wy they don´t have more clerks?". I answered: "I have`nt the slightest idea." We mowed forward a step at a time. Suddenly she asked me if I could watch her trolley for awhile so that she could go and get something she´d forgotten. I told her that i would.

When she arriwed the line had adwanced a couple of meters, but it was still 5 or 6 customers before. She thanked me for holding her spot. She sighed.

I got what I wanted from the delicatesses an headed for the exit to pay. She wandred away in an another direction. I payed, and packed my things in bags, just when I were leaving I saw her line up to pay. I hurried
out to the car with my stuff, an then hurried in again, I went forward to the woman and asked her if she could buy me cigarettes, and she said Ok. I waited for her to pack her things together then I payed her for
the cigarettes. I followed her out to her car, when she walked I saw how her ankels wobbled an decided that she were tired in her feet, when we arrived to her car I told her that she had a pair of lovely boots.
Then she laughed and said: If you were in my boot you would not say they were lovley, you would probably say I hate theese boots. My feet are killing me, I usaly wear heels but not stilettoes and ceartinly not 5 in
high, but today when I was going here I found that my roommate had borrowed my usual shoes and my second pair was on repair, so I were forced to wear theese stupid boots that I bought for my graduation tree years ago, and I only have had them twice since. Everytime with the same result, acing feet and wobbly ankels."

She loaded her stuff into the trunk of her car and then headed back whith her trolley to the entry. I waited for her at her car, because I wanted to tell her something. I saw her dissapear for a moment an then returning empty handed, when she saw me she wawed to me to come, I walked towards her, when I was clode enough I asked what she wanted, she said "I need to have someone to hold on to, because I don´t think I could manage back to the car by myself, my feet are realy killing me now."

I offered her my arm, wich she instantly took. When we walked towards her car I said to her what I wanted to tell her when I waited for her at the car. "I noticed that your shoes are wellworn, but you told me that you only hawe worn them tree times before. This dosen´t make sense to me." Yet again she laughed and said: "Well some of my friends have tried to wear them out on dances and so on, therefore are theese damed boots so wellworned. All of the friends that borrowed them told me that they never will borrow them again because they didn´t even manage to walk in them longer than half an hour. Just long enough to get to their destination, but they also noted that they got compliments for them." We arrived to her car and she sat down in her driver seat an thanked me for the help. I whished her loodluck and cloded the door.

Thats whats happned to me the anotherday.
Best regards /John Bregfors
P.S You have my permit to use this in your magazine and my email address at hotmail. D.S.

hiya,
I have been a fan of patent letter since your first few issues and have not had the courage to write and tell about my fetish. I love high heels and nothing else turns me on more. I have been trying to
tell my girlfriend about my fetish for quite some time now, but still have not the courage to do so.

We recently went to a campany's ball and we had to dress up and boy did my gal look great, she wore a sexy long glittering gown together with her 4 1/2 inch black heel shoe, I could still remember how graciously she walked in it. She was like the most beautiful lady there and I noticed most guys couldn't help but to glance.(Boy was I jealous but proud). Every night before going to bed, I would tell myself to have the courage to tell her about my fetish but in the end just keeping quiet. She now keeps her shoes in the box and I always wait for the chance when no one is at home (especially her), I would take the shoes out and just........hehe.

keep up the good work.
XXXX  P.S. please dont show my email and name thank you

A lot of women these days do not know how to use the power of high heels to their maximum advantage. 
These chunky heels they are wearing these days, no matter how  high they are, they do absolutely nothing
for their sensuality.  Perhaps that is what they are trying to achieve.  Put any woman in high spike heels and
you automatically increase her sensuality immensely.  I work with some unattached women who are always
complaining they can't find a man, yet they dress in baggy clothes and wear Doc Marten type boots when
they go out.  I maintain that if they wore some sexier clothes with stiletto heeled shoes or boots, they would
turn a lot of heads as they walk by.
Nothing looks as hot as a pair of high spikes on a woman, and sometimes in the right situation, on a man.

My wife and I recently had a double digit anniversary and she planned an evening that I won't forget for a
long time.  My wife has always worn high heels.  That is one of the reasons I was attracted to her when we
first started dating many years ago.  Since then, I have bought her many high heeled shoes and boots.  She
has short ankleboots, knee-highs and thigh highs in plain leather and in patent.

On our anniversary day she arrived at my office and said she needed to talk to me in private.  I excused
myself to my private office and she wished me a happy anniversary.  She then pulled a small  wrapped
package out of her purse and handed it to me.  She told me that she had gone shopping and had bought
some things for herself and me.  I opened the package to find a black patent lace up g-string in it.   She told
me that I needed to put it on right away.   I looked at it and then took off my pants and underwear and put it
on.  She then made sure the lace was tied as tight as possible so that my manhood was as confined as
possible.  I could feel it trying to swell up in size but it really had no room to expand.  She then told me that
she would see me at home after work and that I should ring the doorbell when I got home.  With that she
turned to leave my office and as she did she looked back at me and licked her lips, which had on the glossiest lipstick I had ever seen.  I returned to work, but had a hard time keeping my mind on my work.  My manhood was trying to swell but was constrained in the g-string pouch and of course that continuously
aroused me all afternoon.  I could hardly wait to get home.

When I got home, I rang the doorbell as instructed.  As the door opened I could hardly believe my eyes. 
There stood my wife wearing a white patent bustier with matching mini-skirt and thigh high white patent
boots with  five inch heels.  In one hand she had a glass of champagne.  I entered into our entrance hall, she
closed the door behind me and said that she had a very special evening planned.  She instructed me to take
off all of my clothes except the g-string.  I proceeded to do this and my dick was trying to escape the
confines of the g-string even more.  She had tied it so tight at the office that there was no way he could
escape.  She said that there were things for me in our bedroom and that I should go and put them on and
then join her in the living room for some champagne.

I walked into our bedroom and there on the bed were laid  out the rest of the outfit for me.  I couldn't
believe me eyes.  I just stood there and looked at them for a while.  On the bed was a black patent garter belt
with six garters, a pair of black fishnet stockings with patent tops, a pair of shoulder length black patent
gloves and a pair of thigh high black patent boots with very high spike heels.  I picked up the garter belt and
stockings and put  them on, followed by the gloves and then put on the boots.  As I put on each piece of the
outfit, I could feel my level of excitement growing.  It felt so sexy to put on each piece. 

I walked into the living room to join her.  I was amazed at how easy it was to walk in those five and a half in
heels.  As I entered the living room there was my wife sitting on one of the lounge chairs with one hand on
one of her breasts playing with her nipple and the other hand was in between her legs playing with her pussy.
She instructed me to come close and turn around so she could inspect me.  I did this and she informed me
that two of the garters were on a bit crooked and that they needed to be straightened out.  I did this for her
as she said that if I was going to dress in this type of clothing, it had to be right.

She then told me that I should go and pour myself a glass of champagne and join her again.  I returned from
the dining room and she then informed me that  I was to get down in front of her and begin licking her. 
First, she wanted her boots licked from bottom to top, then her torso and finally her neck.  I was to leave her pussy and breasts alone.  If I did a good job, she said I would be able to kiss her.

  I proceeded to lick her white boots from toe to heel and then up her calves and thighs.  What a wonderful
sensation to run my tongue over those boots.  It was enough to almost make me come.  I worked my way
up her thighs getting very close to her pussy but not touching it.  I then worked my way up her torso and
circled her breasts, again staying away from her nipples.  The whole time she was fingering her nipples and
playing with herself.  She allowed me to kiss her lips and then pushed my head back down to her boots.  I
continued to lick them and she was getting more and more excited.  She then told me to turn around with
my butt facing her.  I heard her licking something and turned my head to see.  She had pulled out her
favorite dildo and was licking it.  I wished it was me instead.  She then moved the dildo down and began to
insert into her pussy and moved it in and out a few times, only to bring it back up to her lips and lick it
somemore.  She then lifted one leg and laid it on  my back and started to rub my back and butt with her
boot.  She then tried to insert that spike heel into my butt.  It went in slowly and before I knew it, I had the
whole five inches in my butt.  She also moved the dildo back to her pussy and was working it and her heel in
and out at the same pace.  I was wanting  either her lips around my dick or have him buried deep inside of
her but I was going to have to wait.  He felt like he was ready to burst, he was that excited and loaded.  I
could tell by her breathing and  moaning that she was hot and very close to coming herself.  It didn't take
long and I could feel her heel starting to shake in my butt and she had this incredible, immense orgasm that
seemed to last for the longest time.

After she finished coming she lay relaxed in the chair for a while with her dildo still in her pussy and her heel
in my butt.  She then asked me to remove the dildo and lick it clean, so I  removed it and gave it a good
cleaning with my tongue.  She then got up and asked me to sit in the chair, which I promptly did.  She got
down in front of me and started to lick my boots from toe to thigh and then around my enpouched dick.  She
worked her way up to my chest and neck.  My poor dick was pulsating so bad that he was starting to hurt. 
She worked her way back down to him, released him from within the g-string and started to lick him and
before I knew it he was buried in her mouth and it didn't take long and he started to shoot his load and it
was so intense, I thought I was going to lift off of the chair.

We both just sat there for a while and she then suggested that we have dinner.  We both  kept our outfits on
which only made us both excited again.  After dinner was done, she went into the kitchen to get dessert and
returned  wearing  only her boots. She sat done on the table in front of me, straddled my chair with both
legs, said dessert is served and laid back on the table with her pussy right where my dessert plate should
have been.

I usually do not eat dessert, but this time I had three helpings.  I was by far the best  dessert and anniversary 
I have ever had.

The Plunge in the American Stock Market has forced Miss DiDi Mau back into business ......

I´m always very proud to publish pic´s from
 MissDidi Mau Mau ed -- Tom

Here are some more pix of me - please feel free to raid my webpage as well, just be sure to note the heel height, as some of the heels are more or less than 5 and a half inches, and I don't like to mislead people - this is from my series as Miss Darla Crane "Miss DiDi Mau dressed for a visit to a San Francisco Night Club - 'Masquerade' - a once a month Fetish Ball venue sponsored by Skin Too Magazine - Miss Mau's tibute to Miss Darla Crane as the Red Mistress -in her Red 5 and a half inch pumps-as the cruel Dominatrix that she is, she wears her sparkling Red Star Trophies proudly around her neck, on her Dominatrix Collar - She delivered a few spankings to bad boys and girls that night -
by the way, HAVE YOU BEEN BAD?" Miss Didi Mau Mau

Good Day,
this is Grant Bogart, for The Patent Letter with this month's High Heel Report.

Halloween just came up on October 31, Chicka Consuelo, our glamourous consumer reporter tracked down a wholesome place to select your most seductive Halloween costumes. Chicka, come in.

"Buenos dias, Breek, (Chicka, her showstopping curly reddish brown Latina Tresses rolling over her tied-off scarlet red blouse exposing the cleavage of her twin crowns is standing in a costume shop), I am speaking to you from the aisles of Halloween Adventure a specialty shop appearing in malls across the USA this Halloweeen season. On the surface it looks like any childrens' costume store. But wait ~

After you get past the Winnie the Pooh masks, the ghost suits and the vampire and Frankestein masks, and little witches costumes...right next to the little boys' and girls' costumes are very sexy costumes for grown up boys and girls who are looking for some adult tricks and treats.

Hanging right next to the childrens' costumes are fishnet body stockings with strategic cut-outs, spandax panties, fishnet thigh highs. Snap-on boots, plus scanty costumes if you ladies want to play the roles of "Fifi the Maid," "Meg of Hercules fame," Cleopatra, Greek Love Goddess, Roman Empress, Harem Girl, Egyptian Slave Girl, Las Vegas Showgirl, Pirate Queen, Devil's Sorceress, Vampira, Dark Seductress and many more sexy lady roles. The pictures on the costume kits are very revealing feature "chickas" to die for. Very much adult and not for the bambinas -- more for the bimbinas!

What is more, Breek, you can select various accessories: fur handcuffs, steel handcuffs, cat o' nine tails whips, plumed masks, crops, capes. Chicka, we thank you for that report.

Now to Johnny Tender for The Fashion Rage Report....come in Johnny.

"The unemployed tender one here with a hot little book for legmen and women with great legs who love shoes that show off their legs.

The book is "Shoes: A Celebration of Pumps, Sandals, Slippers & More" by Linda O'Keefe, published by Workman Publishing. On sale for $12.95 at B. Dalton Books this is the book to keep by your nightstand for inpiratory footwear for babes.

This book is 6 inches x 4 inches and each page is devoted to a full-color close-up shot of historic womens shoes. It traces the development of the high heel shoe and presents landmark pictures of famous trendsetting shoes throughout history. You see the fabulous shoes of the 18th and 19th centuries...the flapper heels and strappy seductive shoes of the 20s and 30s and 40s. You get pictures of the fabulous stiletto heels introduced in the 1950s.

You are treated to mouthwatering pictures of famous seductive shoes: The Winged Chariot sandal high heels worn by Liz Taylor in the movie Cleopatra, The sandals worn by Lana Turner in "The Prodigal," the $1,000 a pair 18-karat gold strap heels designed by Salvatore Ferragamo in 1956. Plus pictures of oriental slippers, and comments and insights on fab styles and trends over the last 3,000 years of beautiful legs....the women who have them and the men who watch them.

You learn fabulous facts like the fact that 85% of women buy heels one size too small --- that Catherine de Medici introduced the high heel in France at her Wedding in 1533.

This little glossy piece of dynamite covers ALL styles: fetish looks, boots, stilettos, flats, hiking shoes....with excellent photography and candid commentary on what the shoes do and say when a woman wears them.
This is a must-have book for both the lady who loves shoes and the male who appreciates beautiful shoes.

The book profiles heel innovators like Roger Vivier who gave us the choc heel, the comma heel, the needle heel, the modified 'Louis' heel, the 'Prism' and the pyramid heel. With pix pix pix. This little book gives you over 1,000 full color pictures of beautiful shoes that made history.

That's the high heel report for this week Back to you Brick.
Thank you, Johnny....we'll be back next month on The Patent Letter with another High Heel Report.

Here is one of our most active contributors: Toe

Dear readers,
Summer is almost over but it has been a good time for heels. Last month I shared about my experience with Erica, what a great time that was!
This month I want to share the advantages of having family and friends visit, as if you don't already know. The best part of having visitors stay with you is havingthe challenge of finding some way to get close to their shoes.
Recently I had the opportunity to have my way with a nice pair of pumps that belong to a sister in-law of mine. I had the good fortune to come home from work early and find the house was empty. I quickly made my way to her room. Her pumps had a nice aroma and it wasn't long before I placed a nice wad of cum on them. Then I got out my camera to document the event. I really enjoyed seeing her wear these shoes knowing that I had cum on them.
Later in the summer we visited some family and were given their bedroom to use. This is another sister in-law of mine which has a large heel collection. I couldn't wait until I opened her closet and saw all of her lovely shoes. As it worked out before we left I was left alone at her house and had the chance to sniff around her closet. What a pleasent odor her shoes had. The mixture of perfume and foot odor was simply breath taking.Naturally I picked out a couple of pairs to cum on.Her petite size 5.5M shoes made a lovely place to deposit
my load. Again I recorded this event for future use. Summer is almost gone but it will definetly not be forgotten.

Toe

Just for fun. I wonder how many of our female readers have reason to believe that friends and family have used their shoes for cum depositories while visiting. This might be an open discussion question.

Dear Readers
I've been a foot and shoe fetishist for as long as I can remember, and an frequent visitor to your  site.  I enjoy the letters and would like to tell you what I did today.  I drive a mini van and for lunch I like to park in the parking lots of shopping malls and watch the women parade by in their various heels.  I rate them on a scale and the highest rating of the day usually gets me through the rest of the afternoon; then I can go home and sometimes relieve myself on my wife's feet and heels.

Today, while I was standing in line buying lunch, I was treated to the site of two really hot women in front of me.  One was a tall brunette wearing a knee length skirt, black tights and 2" black pumps.  She was OK, but her friend was the one that really got me hot.  She was a cute little blonde who wore this powder blue mini suit, white stockings, and 3" chunky-heeled Mary Jane type black heels.  Although they were not patent, they had a high shine to them.  Watching her stomp her heel against the floor while she payed, I thought about how warm they were, imagined how they smelled, and how they would feel with my hard throbbing dick inside them.  She said to her friend she was going to the nearby lake for a walk after she ate and invited her along.  Always anxious to see feet in action, I decided to eat there too.

When I pulled up, I was able to catch her as she was just finishing her sandwich.  She drove a Jeep Wrangler and it was nice enough that she had the top down.  I was ready to follow her and her friend around the lake when, upon getting out of the jeep, she was now wearing socks and sneakers over her stockings.  I guess she didn't want to wear the heels when she walked.  As soon as they rounded the bend and were out of site, I pulled into the spot next to her Jeep, which was luckily vacant.

I could see her heels sitting on the back seat; their throats wide like a mouth opening to invite me in.  Looking around, I slid the side door of the van open, jumped down and grabbed the shoes and quickly closed the door again once I was back inside.  My heart was racing.  What if someone saw me?  What if she came back?  Why did I grab these shoes anyway?

The shoes were still warm from her feet.  I could smell a mixture of her sweat, perfume she was wearing (or maybe some sort of lotion), and the shoe's own smell.  I was hard as a brick bat as I put my hands into each of them, like they were gloves, rubbing them on my face and over my lips. The van has tinted windows so, I didn't worry about being seen.  I rubbed my stiff member through my pants and knew what was going to happen next. I always keep some lotion handy in case I get the opportunity to beat off while I'm out.  I pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles and lubricated my hand and prepared to stroke myself to ecstacy.

As I enjoyed myself, I rubbed one of the shoes on the tip of my dick while burying my nose in the other.  Soon had my dick inside the shoe, rubbing it all into the toe area and everywhere else.  I hadn't been this hot in a long time.  Continuing to suffocate myself with the left shoe, I beat myself off while still in her right shoe.  I exploded until I thought I was going to pass out.  My legs became numb and I could feel the stress of the last few days drain away from my body.  When I was finished, I just sat there for a moment, admiring my work.  The cum was a thick blob in the shoe, and I swirled it from side to side, front to back, coating the inside as much as possible.  When I was sure no one was looking, I opened the door and put the shoes back on her seat.

I sat in my seat in shear relaxation and waited for the blonde to return.  After about ten minutes, she and the brunette came around the bend, deep in conversation.  I moved to the back seat again and watched as she changed her shoes.  She wasn't even paying attention to the insides as she stuffed her feet into them.  The left shoe went on with a little coaxing.  Apparently she liked her shoes to fit tight.  That was fine with me.  The other shoe slipped on with a little more effort.

She didn't seem to notice anything unusual at first, but then as she leaned over to buckle the strap, she wiped at a spot of cum that I left on the outside of the shoe.  She put her finger to her nose and made a sour face.  I don't know if she knew what she was smelling, but she wiped her hands an a napkin from her lunch and walked to the nearby trash can to throw away what was left from lunch.  As she walked, I watched her right foot as it seemed to slide in the shoe.  She appeared to be having difficulty with the shoe.  As she stopped at the trash can, she stomped and wiggled her foot to seat it more comfortably in the shoe, and the goo!

Her friend had already changed her shoes and signaled it was time to go.  As she got back in her Jeep, I moved to the front of the van and started it. They both looked over to me, somewhat startled, because they hadn't known I was there.  As I drove off, I watched as she pulled away also.  I can't help but wonder if she ever had a reason to suspect the anything was in her shoe when she got back to her office.  I'm also wondering what happened when she took the shoe off at home.

Thanks for reading, and keep up the good work. Please do not publish my name or address.          

Let me start with a note I sent Miko last "season".
Just a quick note to say Hi! I have to report a sighting on Television. On Alley McBiel (FOX network Monday Nights) One of the male lawyers was making a point about all the stupid (I disagree) things women wear to look pretty. He asks one of the women lawyers to borrow a high heeled shoe. He holds it up to demonstrate the impracticality of walking on such a thin, high, spike heel (Oh what fun!) Then, just before he hands it back, he takes a deep SNIFF!!!! It shocked everyone! I laughed out loud! I couldn't believe it! On prime time TV! It was very intentional. He even excused himself when he first asked for the shoe by stating that he did not have a shoe fetish. This was obviously foreshadowing! Just had to share this one!

Well, tonight, This same character does it a gain. What else will the new season reveal? The charactrer is the head of the law firm. I believe his name is Fishbinder ??? A short male (boring) lawyer showed him a pair of platform shoes he was considering wearing on a date. After a quick look over, Fishbinder?? convinces him not to wear them. Before handing the shoe back to him, he takes a deep, healthy, inhale, of the new shoe. Then, while trying to hide his exhilieration, he casually hands the shoe back to him and runs off before his actions are questioned. This is quite a character trait they are building. I wonder what he will do next? Glad to see someone is keeping up the PL site. Keep up the good work. The old PL had a section called TV Sightings. I know you will find an appropriate spot for this if you can use it. Please no email listing.  Thanks  Glen
I hope someone will send in some source for that, i will reopen it, if i have som input --- ed Tom

SHOES
when you're young
a pair of
female
high-heeled shoes
just sitting
alone
in the closet
can fire your
bones;
when you're old
it's just
a pair of shoes
without
anybody
in them
and
just
as
well.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI (American poet)

Greetings from Luis Mariano (Mexico) lmontemayor@cemex.com

Hi Tom,
I've discovered Patent Letter about 2 years ago and I'm still surprised  that there are so much people who loves high heels... I'm a frenchman, 25 years old, and I do love these kind of shoes too... 

Sorry if my English is not perfect. I'll try to do my best. I enjoyed very much the stories published in Patent Letter, so I decided recently to help the site a bit, as it seems that there is a problem with reader inputs. I suggest others like me to do so. There should be no reasons other people share their experiences and not me. I've always been good for remembrances of things past, so I can tell you some stories about high heels fashion in France, especially during the eighties.

Well, I think that the 1st time I was really seduced by women shoes, it was at school. I was about 7 or 8 years old, one day I saw during the lunch at the school restaurant, a maid dangling with her shoes. I can remember that the shoes were brown, with about 2 inch heels. They should hurt her a lot, because she couldn't stop dangling with them. My friends were laughing when they remarked her dangling.

It started there. At this time, I was more interested in the italian shoes, not specially with high heels. I loved watching women dangling with them. It's later, I was 11 or 12 years old, just before graduating in college. It was in the middle of the eighties. I had a lot of friends, and many of them had mothers that used to wear high heels.My mother too used to wear high heels, but as she isn't tall at all, her heels were not very high, about 2 or 3 inches I think. When alone in the house, I switched my slippers for the nicest high heels shoes of my mother.

The 1st time I wear high heels, I remember that I had no difficulty to walk at all. It was very strange to be higher with such shoes, but there was something exciting. I knew my mother's shoes closet perfectly, and I started to wear her heels while sleeping. I loved to dangle with them too. I enjoyed her black high heels, and I played also with them.

Each time I went to my friends houses, I tried to see the shoes of their mothers. When we were playing, I suddenly leave them for a bit moment, saying that I had to go to the toilets. But in fact, it was to go to the shoes closet. I can still feel the joy when opening the closet, I saw high heels. I couldn't resist to pick up one or more to the toilets, smelling the sweat, admiring the brown marks of the feet in the shoes, and of course, the heels.
I removed my shoes to wear these instead, just to feel how it is special to be in women high heels. Then I reput my sneakers and try to hide the heels under the toilets, so that before going back home, I could go the to toilets, take the heels, hide them in my coat the more discreetly possible. Each time I was doing this, I was so scared to be caught with the heels of my friends' mothers. Many of them discovered just after I left their houses, that some high heels were missing, but they never complained.

Anyway, I always feel guilty, but I loved high heels so much... I couldn't resist. Once at home, I waited impatiently the night, so that I could be alone with my new heels. I hid them wherever I could, and when I went to bed, I could take all my time to admire these women wonders. I can remember that the 1st pair of heels that I've stolen were black spike high heels, french size 40, about 4 inches heel, with brown footprints in the soles. They were a bit smelly, but it was exciting.

About one year has past between the 1st time I saw these shoes on my friend's mother, and the date where they belong to me. I also had the occasion to see her dangling a lot with these shoes. It was when I was just graduated in college. The first day in the college, there were lots of adults coming with their children. I remarked her, talking with another adult in the sidewalk. She started to remove smoothly one foot of her black heels, and unlike the previous danglers I've seen, she was caressing the sole with her foot for a while ! So sexy ! I continued to watch her, and there was another present : her son was put in my class. This meant that during this unique day, she would be near me for about 1 hour more, during the presentation of the teachers, ... As his son was at this time one of my best friends, he was sharing the same table as me.

Naturally, as I've expected, her mother came several times to see if her son was OK with the new organization. I couldn't watch her feet well, as the table limited the angle of view, but I could hear perfectly, and I had no doubt about this kind of noise, her foot dangling again with her heels. Yeah, she stretched her leg, so that she could play a little with her heels. I supposed that she loved to do so. It was so special to have these shoes on my feet after.

About 2 months later, I was again in her house, playing and watching TV with her son. Same attitude : going to the toilets. I re-opened the closet, and a new present ! A red pair of high heels... These were mine so. But there were other hot things that happened this day. I decided to take these red heels, but my friend and I had to go to another friend's house. I guessed that my friend knew that I was stealing the shoes of his mother, but he didn't tell me anything. He didn't dare. So on our way to our friend's house, we would go near my house, so I could put the heels hidden in my coat, in my room.

The mother of our friend used to wear high heels a lot also. Her heels was higher than what I've used to try. I remember that I often saw her wearing spike heels, but I never dangling. While playing, I told that I had to go to the toilets (again !). I did like I was searching for the toilets room, and I opened a door, and in this samm room, there were spike high heels on the floor. They were not in a closet, but in a small room. I took a pair I saw some months ago : another pair of red spike high heels ! I took them also.

When I came home, I couldn't believe the wonderful day I had : 2 pairs of red high heels ! The first pair I took weren't no so high : about 3 inches high, but the second pair was more interesting : about 4 inches high (the highest I've seen at this time). They were almost worn out, as the leather was damaged a lot. The size was very small, french size 36. The soles were white, but they weren't young also. Ah, the shoe had an open toe. I played a lot with them, because they were very sexy. Since then, I went often to see her son.

I took several spikes during about 2 years : brown spikes, green spikes with laces, black "low" heels, and black spikes heels, which were as high as the red ones. His mother never told me anything about the number of her heels I took.

I had another friend, a very naive friend... His mother used to wear spikes heels too, but not always, that's why I didn't try to go at his house for a long time since I knew him. But once, I was going to his house in order to invite him for my birthday. I was 13 or 14 I think. Suddenly, a car stopped on front of the house's garage, and his mother came out of the car. She was coming back from work, and was wearing 4 inches black spikes heels. Sexy shoes..., that's what I thought, but as I was telling her why I was coming, she stretched her leg, and remove partially one of her heels. I had to hold the conversation but her shoes were exciting me a lot ! And we were continuing chatting together, and her leg didn't move ! The back of her foot was still out of the shoe ! So she invited me to enter in her house, and she left her shoes on the floor. I played a bit with my friend, but I was thinking so much about the spikes. So I said I had to go to the toilets. I looked for a shoe closet, I found it, just near where her black spikes were left. I opened the closet, there were some pairs of heels, strapped, laced, ... I took a blue pair of spikes heels with about 2 inches heels, and I decided to take a look to her black spikes... They were pretty, with white soles and the footprints inside.

Several months after, here are the spikes I took from her : 3 pairs of blue spikes (2 or 3 inches heel) 1 pair of black spikes (4 inches heel) 1 pair of grey spikes (3 or 4 inches heel) As my collection of heels was growing fast, I liked to put all the heels on the floor to watch them. There were so much shoes ! Only with these 3 friends, I owned nearly 12 pairs of spikes heels, and I knew lots of other friends...

Then, I started to have sex with these shoes... I discovered that I enjoyed puttting my dick in the shoes. Once, it made me cum deep inside. It was with the black sexy spikes I've quoted just above. From there, I started to cum in women shoes. When a women left her spikes in a corner for a small moment, I used to pick them, admire and sniff them, then I came inside, and make so that my cum would recover the whole sole of the poor spike. After, I put back the shoes where they were supposed to be... I imagined how the women would feel when slipping her feet into the shoes with cum. I did it also with my mother shoes, excepted that I came more than a dozen times inside before she worn them to go to work. She told me that there was something sticky in her shoes and very smelly. I guessed that she worn for about 2 hours shoes with dead cum inside. She spent a lot of times to remove all the stuff out. I did it with myself too...

When I was alone, I came in spikes heels, then I would wear them and feel how it's good to walk in high heels filled with cum... And also sleep with them. At this time, I masturbated a lot, just to come inside high heels. Now, I still have the spike high heel fetish, but the difference is that I don't take shoes from friend's mother any more.

I prefer to buy them, for several reasons : - Nowadays, women who wear spike high heels are very rare especially in France (I think in Europe too). - My shoe fetish is now very precise. At least 5 inches spike heel. I've bought about 6 pairs of heels between 4.5 inches and 6 inches. I love them all. I wear these heels when alone at home, with the same exciting thing I had when younger... I even used to walk in the street with them. You guess that I had to do that in a desert place if possible. One more thing, now I only come in spikes some times. I don't do this with my mom's shoes or mine's for example. I reserve this for "special" opportunities.

I still have some of the shoes I used to "steal", but all the shoes I collected when I was a kid are lost : once, I was in my room admiring all the shoes I had, and suddenly, my mother came in. How surprised she was when she saw all the heels... She couldn't understand. I was about 14 years old. She confiscated all the heels, and she put them in the garbage bag. Some days, I'd like to go back in the past, just to admire them again. Women are so beautiful when they wear spike high heels... OK, it seems that I've written enough about me this month. I'll send you some other stories about high heels next months...

Sincerely yours,  pheels@hotmail.com

Roger Vivier, 90; was creator of stiletto heel

PARIS -- Roger Vivier, 90, the shoe designer who created the stiletto heel and clad the feet of movie stars and royalty, died Oct. 2 in the southwestern French city of Toulouse, former colleagues and the daily newspaper Le Monde said yesterday.

He is survived by his companion, Gerard Benoit-Vivier, whom he adopted. No funeral details were available.

Dear readers
I found your page through a french page. And I read that contributions was welcome. Well I have a self-experienced story.

I was sitting on the last tram home after working several hours of overtime. I was sitting in the last wagon and there was only me in the wagon. After a few stops a woman steps into the wagon and sits down. From where I was sitting I could see that she wore some high heeled boots. Since I'm a fetishist loving women that wear extremely high heeled shoes or boots (preferably over the knee or thigh boots) I could not stop looking at her.

After the next stop she rose from her seat and I thought "Darn, there goes my perfect view" but she approached me and sat down in the seat in front of me, which was facing me.She sat there looking at me, and after a few second she said "I noticed that you were looking at my boots!""Well, yes" I replied with the color of a tomato in my face. She wore a
black leather jacket and under that a white blouse and a black long leather skirt. Her nails were perfectly done, long, red in color. She
bent forward and pulle the skirt up and I could see that she wore thigh high boots with 12cm high heels.

"Nice boots" suddenly fell out of my mouth. The women smiled and said her name was Anne. We started to talk about boots in general and I told her about my fetishism. She said that she was a member of a club where people that liked to wear leather/pvc/latex clothing, shoes, boots etc. met every week. And she was on the way to a meeting.

Suddenly in the middle of the conversation she says "Down on your knees and lick my heels!" Truly amazed by her words I just sat there watching. "Come on lick those heels!" she said again. I looked around and knew that the chance of beeing discovered by someone was little, so I kneeled down. She crossed her legs so that I could access of her heels easily.

I start licking the heel, up and down..... She then crosses the other leg over so that I can lick the other heel. The smell of leather was strong.....and nice......

"Sit up" she said. I sat up in my seat again, and now the stifness between my legs was too much. One small move and things would "go off" in my pants. She seemed to have noticed this and said "Ohh is there something nice and hard there" as she was pointing between my legs with one the heels. "Take it out for me". At this moment things were going around and around in my head. Was this really happening to me? I took down the zipper and took out my cock, which was now hard and ready to squirt any second. Suddenly she bends forward and grabs my cock. I close my eyes and can feel her lips around it. BOOM! I feel the contractions in my cock and feel the sperm going into her mouth. After 1 minute she takes it out of her mouth. "MMmmmmmmm nice...... Nothing like a good dessert!"

After that I walked with her to the club and today we are meeting almost every day to play our little games...

PLEASE HOLD MY MAILADRESS ANYNOMOUS! Espen

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