Time Doesn’t Necessarily Wound All Heels
Back in 1999, I wrote this piece, making fun of myself, mostly, to send around to friends, based on some unfortunate experiences I’d been having just then. Due to circumstances not entirely beyond my control, it ended up being published in our alternative weekly, Willamette Week, and it caused a bit of a stink when all the players recognized themselves. Oh, well. I got paid a hundred and forty bucks.
Remember, this was in the near aftermath of the Clinton impeachment, when Mistresses were all over the news, so WW found it to be timely, and I wrote a little introduction to make it so, which I’ve been unable to find.
Below is the piece that ran, under the Title, “Heel Management; Mistressing for Dummies,” with a neat cartoon graphic on the top corner of the front page that depicted a suited man crawling out from under a red high heel.
Introduction:
Probably the most important thing for any mistress to remember at all
times is that the man with whom she is consorting is, above all, a
Heel. He is enjoying the comforts and benefits of marriage, but due
to failure to communicate, boredom, or other entirely selfish reasons,
he has chosen to sleep with you. This is not the kind of thing a girl
in your position should let him forget, especially when you consider
the many and varied benefits available to you for carefully applying
societal pressures, sexual availability, veiled threats, and simple
charm to, essentially, play him like a violin. A thoughtful,
well-planned approach to satisfying the heel while so much more richly
satisfying yourself, can have advantages of which many a dutiful wife
can only dream. In our society, mistresses have historically been
denied their rightful status as the real force behind the hearts of
men, but this very anonymity is part of our special power to get what
we want without having to endure the inlaws, brats, housework, and
worse that being stuck with a full-time man invariably entails.
However, the clandestine nature of the heel/mistress relationship has
left us all to waste valuable time and effort making the same mistakes
as those before us, robbing us of the inherent power entailed in
having a man, in the truest sense, by the balls.
Selecting Your Heel:
Probably the most important factor in achieving success with your heel
is to be working with good raw material from the very outset. None of
your feminine wiles will make a poor prospect into a viable one, and
therefore you must choose wisely. Although this should seem obvious,
never choose a heel to whom you are unreasonably attracted. Of course
he’s beautiful, of course he has a great dick and is mind-boggling in
bed. What, exactly, are you thinking? This sort of heel has,
frankly, too many options. Further, such undoubtedly desirable
attributes can lead you to believe you actually love him, and for
Christ’s sake, sister, he’s a heel. Don’t think even for a moment
that you want him for anything more than the comforts he can provide,
because that’s the most you’re going to get. This fact is no longer
disputed in any scientifically reputable circles.
That said, there are some helpful and reliable guidelines for
selecting a heel that can, when properly applied, eliminate some of
the tiresome guesswork that usually accompanies selection of say, a
mate. Selecting a heel should be more on par, emotionally and
spiritually, with selecting a pair of high heels. And we all know how
to do that, or we wouldn’t be here in the first place. First of all,
background is important. While new money is arguably just as
deliciously spendable and lovely as the other kind, family ties are
crucial. Remember that disfavor and disinheritance are interchangable
in the minds of many heels, and you should never leave the threat of
exposure and attendant scandals further away than the bottom of your
bejewelled evening bag. Secondly, a sound religious background, while
perhaps rejected in later years, is necessary to establish the
foundation of guilt that can lead to lavish gifts for you. Jews and
Catholics are highly recommended, but most mainline Protestants will
suffice. Evangelists are a poor choice, because despite overwhelming
evidence to the contrary, they still think they are right. Such
attitudes, needless to say, are entirely unacceptable. The last thing
a girl needs is to be told that SHE is going to burn in Hell for some
heel’s sins.
The Wife
Even a heel that meets the above requirements may still be a poor
choice if he is saddled with a troublemaking wife. As much as a
mistress may be tempted to tune out the heel when he discusses her, a
smart mistress knows better. Clues that she may be psychotic are
particularly important. Offhand comments like, ”she searched my
briefcase this morning while I was in the shower,” or “she spun
out my Mercedes on the freeway yesterday,” are your cues to send this
heel packing. Furs and finery are cold comfort when you have a
Hell-bent harridan in your hallway.
Dating Protocol:
Obviously, when out with a heel, it is dismally inappropriate to spend
a dime of one’s own hard-earned money, and not outside the realm of
decency to spend a great deal of his. When asked if a place one
frequents is expensive, the correct response is, “Why, I suppose it
is. I never thought of it.” To see or even suspect the existence of
a BILL for something so paltry and fleeting as a dinner or a weekend
in Paris is to demean the very nature of being a mistress and a clear
signal the something has gone desperately awry. And no matter how
extravagantly alluring a proposed date might sound, remember your
responsibility to reject at least one out of every three, because
availability is the very thing that his wife has over you and you
should never let him forget it. Besides, if he has time to see you (
a rarity) and can’t, he will be left with free time while thinking of
you, which can only lead to shopping. And his next visit will be so
much more satisfying.
Gifts:
Gifts are undoubtedly the most worthwhile aspect of having a heel in
the first place, and their frequent arrival and ever-increasing
opulence are what makes being a mistress worth the trouble. Don’t be
shy about pointing out luxurious items you would love to have, and
never miss an opportunity to place the heel in convenient proximity to
them. Suggest the parking place right next to that furrier or
jeweler, and make sure that he sees the stuff. Also, it helps with
larger diamonds or more expensive fur coats if you try them on. It
should be no great stretch at this point to show him how happy and
beautiful you could be if he pulls out that gold card. And he will,
believe me. Especially if you can link the purchase to some tangible
benefit for him, like rescinding a threat, conceding an argument, or,
for cheaper things, offering him a blowjob in the car on the way home.
You also should be on the lookout for the “throwaway” gift. Many
heels, once they rightly realize that showing up empty-handed is not a
viable option, attempt to assuage your needs with an arguably
thoughtful but woefully inadequate “little something.” This should
never be encouraged, and a well-timed “headache” or sudden
recollection of a forgotten engagement later in the evening should nip
this abhorrent practice in the bud.
A Sense of Proportion:
Always remember that, despite whatever fleeting delights a heel may
share with you, he still belongs to someone else. You must never be
too attached to a heel, and to promote your own feelings of
independence, it helps to have other activities to occupy your time.
Magazines, cigarettes, bubble baths, and trash novels all help, but
this guy has a wife, and that’s different. It is highly recommended
that a girl continue to look for a new and better heel whenever she
has a chance, and to maintain at least one other lover to prevent
boredom and mental abstraction in the heel’s frequent absences.

Time may not wound them, but a stock market reversal can most assuredly finish them in an instant. I must confess that I did find one curious omission from your otherwise excellent manual. The heel must never, ever encounter your doe-eyed-poet-in-jeans in the hallway leading to your penthouse apartment, especially on those occasions when the young man’s shirt is only partly tucked in, and there’s a whiff of your Chanel still clinging to him.
And in the old eyes department: I first read that as bejewelled evening hag, which would, of course, be entirely out of place in this particular idyll, but gave me a giggle nevertheless.
Those bags last a long time; probably after their owners have crossed the hag dateline….
CH, I found myself wondering if you had considered adding an “advice column” feature to your site here. It might be very entertaining.
I used to read Cary Tennis at Salon because I enjoyed his novelistic responses, but after awhile, I couldn’t hack the commenters any more. So I had to quit.
What a great idea! One does need a place to submit all those conundrums and dilemmas, frustrations and decorating nightmares, without running the risk of a conventional response.
How Would a Hedonist Act? Now there’s a thought….
Actually, that was the “voice” I used back then, which gradually evolved into the Hag I am today; sort of a catty and profane version of Miss Manners. That’s a great idea, and it wouldn’t require me to think of things to write each day, since readers could do that for me. Originally, the section “Down is Up on Uranus” was intended to be the righty meme of the day, but it was too much work to get it off the ground and write essays, too. Next time I have to get some web work done, I think I’ll change it. “Ask a Cocktailhag?”
I think maybe combining your two titles into:
“How would a Hedonist act?” “Ask a Cocktailhag!”
Or something along those lines. They’re both too good not to use.
I can hardly wait!
Well, I’m afraid that my experience with hedonism is getting a little stale, sadly. That happens once you need the geezer glasses to read labels at the grocery store, and you consider it unusually racy to stay up past 10 pm on a school night. I worry that presenting myself as a hedonist might be too big of a stretch, not to mention that my advice might be sorely outdated.
“Ask a Cocktailhag,” however, will remain plausible until I tip over. The little hamster wheel is a’turning.
I have zero expertise in the affairs area. I suspect there would be less need for affairs if one member of the marriage couple wasn’t a control freak and drives the other one to it as I think happened in the Jon and Kate Plus Eight marriage.
I also think that sometimes it’s also one partner feeling taken for granted, and needing to be wanted. For men, though, I think it’s often just a midlife crisis ego trip…. There are probably as many reasons as there are affairs, though.
Actually, it’s brilliant.
I’m seriously considering using this advice.
Word to the wise, Retzilian. At the time I was writing this I had two heels, the sexy one and the gifty one. The gifty one went back to home and hearth, but the sexy one is still around, this winter it will be fifteen years. (my brother ran through two wives in that time span…)
Fifteen years! Congratulations.
My wife and I just celebrated 35 last month. Imagine the suffering that poor woman has endured.
I’m sure she has, at least intermittently…… Well, the Doc and I have gone through lots of hard times, and didn’t reach sustainability until we scaled back to about three dates per year. You can imagine how few issues come up with that kind of schedule.
you knew I would have to write something
I laughed out loud and Justine read the article with quite some giggling, too. Thanks.
Now a word of advice to tarts tempted to become a heel’s mistress. The biggest downfall of mistresses is the emotional connection aka “falling in LUV”. Any heel worth the title does possess a certain amount of “heel magic” that enchants you – obviously enough to let him take you – but also beyond. I have yet to meet a tart that can switch to a “man brain” mode and follow the hag’s (rather perfect) words of advice.
It is intrinsically female to search for the soul connection and the emotional bond. It is intrinsically heelish to see ejaculation as the climax for both, the relation and his real, most important decision maker (aka the true male brain). Sexual control is the only defense a tart has. Some may master the art of hormonal power play all the way to domestication of a heel. But then again, what is the point? If that’s what you really want you shouldn’t play with heels to begin with….
So watch out you precious tarts. Like so often in life, it is easier said then done.
Now enjoy your heelish adventures and do report back.
I’m so delighted to have an actual Heel weigh in on this subject, particularly a bona fide witness to all the antics in real time. Here at CHNN, we like to hear from both sides. I’m glad Justine liked the story; tell her hello from me.