The Transformation of My Secretary, Part 1
(Posted on Friday, May 25, 2001)
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Hi All,

I work for myself at home and as my business grew, I realized that I needed a secretary to help stay on top of things. One of the first requirements, since I have a life long foot fetish, was that she had to have nice feet. Since it was summer and I worked at home, I told all the ladies that casual attire was okay and if they wanted to wear sandals, it was okay with me -- he he he.

First there was a young lady who worked for Terry who had a secretarial service. She was drop-dead gorgeous and I couldn't wait to see what her feet looked like, but my wife was so threatened by her, she forced me to have Terry do my work. Terry was a sharp lady, but was 55 and I was in my thirties. She was petite, wore nice  feminine shoes and drove a red sports car. She worked with me for a while, and though she was a great secretary, I never saw her feet despite my encouragement for her to wear sandals. She finally moved to New Mexico.

Then one day, as I was riding the bus into town because my car was in the shop, a cute young, petite blonde got on the bus. She sat accross from me and immediately began to dangle her flats off of her bare feet and play with her shoes. Her feet were gorgeous. They were petite, size 6 or 7 with pink painted toe nails. I was hot and kept looking at her feet. I was pretending to read the newspaper as I slid my hand inside of my pants and began to stroke my cock. Incidently, one of my favorite activities is to ride trains and look for sexy feet to watch as I pretend to read the paper and jerk off.

She saw me looking  at her feet and just smiled. Luckily, we got off at the same stop and I struck up a conversation with her. I eventually got around to what she did for a living and she told me that  she was a secretary, but was looking for more work. Well, today was my lucky day. I told her that I needed a part time secretary immediately and that she could start work right away. She told me that she could.

Now I have to explain how my office is set up. The office room is directly above my lab in the basement. Above my lab table is a heating duct coverd by a wooden panal with a hinge on it to access the duct. I realized that if I open the panal, the outside wall of the office is right where the opening of the desk is where her feet would be, and if I were to stand on my table, my head would be right where her feet would be between the wall and the heating duct. So I removed that section of panelling under the desk and replaced it with a two-way mirrior. All I had to do was to open the wooden panal, stand on my desk, and put my head in the opening between the wall of the office with the mirror and the heating duct. My face would be inches from her feet and she wouldn't know it.

With her propensity for shoe play and not wearing socks or stocking with her shoes, and with me of course liking sandals, I could have gorgeous feet in my face all day and she wouldn't know it. I also had an intercom and sometimes would engage her in conversation about her shoes. I would always compliment the way that her feet looked. She even remarked one day, "Well, you never get to see my feet because you are always downstairs  in your lab." At the time she told me this, I was jerking off looking at her pink toenails and asking her what color her toes were. I was getting her to talk about her feet as I shot my load into a pair of my wife's shoes, which I had taken from her shoe closet just for that purpose.

She worked for me for a year and it was pure bliss, but this story is really about my current secretary and her transformation from an average young lady to a gorgeous woman with gorgeous feet.

Bob