I am taking the liberty of writing to you in regard to a high-heel fetish. I am just 20 years old, four-foot-ten, and weigh 96 pounds.

But my figure is considered very good, and I've been told I have beautiful legs. I've been married for 11 months. When I was 16, I purchased my first pair of high heels. The heels were four inches, and I enjoyed them very much, as they made me appear tall. My feet are also very small, so I still wear the same shoe size. I never knew what a high-heel fetish was until I met my husband, two years ago.

He asked me if I could wear higher heels, and I told him that a four-inch heel was the highest I could purchase, and that since my feet are very small, I did not think I could wear higher heels. About two weeks later, while out on a date, he parked his car and from the trunk brought out three new pairs of shoes in my size. They all had five-inch heels. He said he ordered them from Frederick's of Hollywood.

It was a little difficult at first, being raised another inch in height, but in no time at all I was used to wearing them constantly. But a month later, he again said that he would love to see me in higher heels. I argued that it wouldn't be possible. Then the following week we visited a custom shoe builder in Pittsburgh who, after looking at my high instep and the arch of my feet, insisted with my boyfriend that I could easily wear a six-inch heel. At this point I really was scared. I felt that it would be impossible to wear shoes with heels that height, but again I had no say in the matter, and I love my boyfriend.

So both of my feet were measured very carefully, and my boyfriend ordered two pairs of shoes, both pairs with ankle straps to help hold the shoe on my foot. I thought the shoes would be mailed to my boyfriend, but no, we had to go back for the final fitting. The shoes fit wonderfully, but after ten minutes, I got a cramp in both calves of my legs, and had to remove both shoes. The man then put a small piece of cork under the ball of each foot, and slipped the shoes back on my feet. The cramp was gone, and did not come back. Amazing as it was, my boyfriend was thrilled as I walked around Pittsburgh for better than an hour. But that night when I got home, my legs, from the ankles up to my hips, throbbed something fierce. Again, I got really used to wearing the six-inch heels and got a special thrill in wearing them — to say nothing of how much my boyfriend enjoyed seeing me walk around in them.

Right after we were married, once again he said how he would love to see me “perched” (that's the word he used) on even higher heels. I said no way was it possible to wear higher heels, and that's what I thought. Two weeks later I was wearing shoes with eight-inch heels (but with two-inch platform soles). And a few weeks later, I had shoes with nine-inch heels and three-inch platforms! And believe it or not, I am getting to be quite an expert at wearing them.

Some of my good friends tell me that some people call me the “high-heel freak,” but that doesn't bother me, as I love my husband and I know he loves me. That's what is important to me. Three months ago my husband came up with an idea that perhaps I could wear a ballet-type of shoe. It would have no vamp, my toes would be pointed straight down with a separate leather loop for each toe, and the tips of my toes would rest on heavy cotton padding. Well, I have the shoes now. They are black patent leather, and they lace onto my foot at the instep. They also have heavy ankle straps, and are very light in weight. These shoes have a full ten-inch heel.

I have been wearing them every night in our bedroom for my husband's pleasure, but it was a week before I could stand in them, and it took a good month of practice before I could actually walk in them. Now every night I walk around our bedroom wearing these shoes for nearly 20 minutes before our marital relations. It drives my husband crazy, and I myself really enjoy wearing these out-of-this-world shoes. It has made our marriage a very, very happy one.

My husband would love to have me wear these shoes in public, and I said I would after I get used to wearing them for about two hours. I must admit, it requires a lot of stamina to wear this type of shoe, but for my husband's love, I would stop at nothing, as long as it makes him happy. I realize how dangerous these shoes can be if I should fall, as I have read of quite a few people falling off their shoes and breaking bones. But I guess I have been very fortunate.