The Transformation of my Secretary, Part 2
(Posted on Sunday, May 27, 2001)
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If you haven't read Part 1 of this story, click The Transformation of My Secretary, Part 1.

Trisha worked for me for a year. I started off every day by looking at her feet under her desk and jerking off many times as I talked to her about her feet or shoes and filling my wife's shoes with cum. She never found out.

At first my wife was not threatened by such a "kid" as she said, but my wife knows that I have a foot fetish and she noticed that I would glance at Trisha's feet whenever we were all in the office together. So when Trisha announced that she was pregnant and getting married and had to leave, my wife was relieved.

My wife told me of a young girl she had met who worked at a dry cleaner's part time and who was looking for another part-time job to supplement her income.  I thought, "young girl, huh" as I got excited. However, when I met Karen I was stunned, but not in the way that you might think. My wife is very petite while Karen looked like she weighed close to 300 pounds. She had long stringy hair, no make-up, a baggy shirt and baggy blue jeans, and worst of all, combat boots. And even worse, she smoked like an old car. Well I guess I was stuck. She was a very hard worker, honest, and a good secretary, plus she had a really nice personality. So I had to satisfy my lust for feet elsewhere.

Then one day she announced that she was quitting smoking and going on the Weight Watchers program. In a year's time she had lost 150 pounds and had given up smoking. She was running 5 miles a day and getting in great shape. She must have started to get some male attention even though she was married because she started wearing  tighter clothes, blouses, jeans and she even got rid of her boots, wearing closed canvas flats instead. At least she wore them without socks or stockings and I could at least fantasize about how her bare feet smelled inside of her canvas flats. Maybe, just maybe, she would slip her shoes off under the desk and I would get to take a look.

Things got even better. She cut her long, stringy hair really short and had a beautiful manicure, plus she actually put some make-up on. Though she was still wearing her canvas flats without socks, she had started wearing a tight pair of regular pants and a nice blouse. She was starting to look really good. But she was limping, so I asked her what was wrong.

"Oh I have a heel spur." She explained to me.

I told her that my wife had the same problem and that I had bought her a pair of Birkenstocks which solved the problem. In fact, I had gotten my wife two pairs, but she never used the other pair, so I told Karen that she was welcome to have them. I assumed that her feet were too big, though it was hard to tell her shoe size because of the boots. So I asked her shoe size and she told me "7 1/2"  to my surprize. That was wife's size and I got an immediate hard on.

So I told her, "Well let's try them on you." I got the shoes and before she knew what was happening, I was kneeling at her feet and had removed her canvas flats. I was holding her bare feet in my hands. I was stunned. They were absolutely gorgeous with bright red painted toenails and her skin was as smooth as silk. There wasn't a single blemish on them. She had very high arches and perfectly proportioned toes. I had a major hard-on and hoped that she couldn't see it. I slid the sandals onto her feet and took the opportunity to feel every inch of her feet and her toes to make sure they fit well. I was in heaven.

I asked her how they felt and she said, "Nice, but a little hard."

For those who don't know, it takes a few weeks to break in a pair of Birkenstocks. The cork bed will mold to the shape of your foot. So I told her that it takes time to break them in, tbhat they would help alleviate the symptoms of her spurs, and that she should wear them as often as possible. I beckoned her to leave them on.

She quickly replied, "No one gets to see my feet except my husband," as she proceeded to remove the sandals and put on her flats.

Thinking quickly I said, "Well, why don't you put them on when I am down in the lab when I can't see your feet?"

"Good idea," she replied.

Immediately I went down to the lab, lowered the panel, and there they were. Her bare feet were playing with the sandals. I was rock hard, stroking my cock and looking at her feet. I finally said over the intercom, "Why did you say that no one sees your feet but your husband? Don't you ever wear sandals?"

Her answer caused me to shoot my load as I gazed at her gorgeous feet. "Well my husband has a foot fetish and doesn't want any other man to even look at my feet. He likes to massage my feet every night."

Little did she know that my blast of cum was to be the first of many over the years as I gazed at her gorgeous feet and got her to talk about her husband's foot fetish.

And my exploits continue ... Bob