Subject: Story: Personal Secretary (FF/m, foot)
Date: 23 Dec 1995 20:49:33 -0500

This story was inspired by the women in my office and by all the
office shoe sniffing postings here.  No, my office environment isn't
like this, as this is purely fiction.  I was getting kind of tired and ran
out of ideas, so I ended this story kind of abruptly.  I welcome any
comments and suggestions.

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"Personal Secretary"
by Aja26


"I need these documents mailed out before the end of the day,"
Mary told me.

"No problem."  I went about my work as Nancy walked by my desk.
I could have sworn Nancy was always laughing behind my back
along with the other women.  I guess no one around here has seen a
male secretary before.  I've only been with the company for a week,
but it seemed as if the women at the office gossiped about me
behind my back.  I was by no means ashamed though.  I liked my
job and I enjoy being in an office with so many beautiful women.  My
boss, Mary, was no exception.  She was older than everyone else,
probably in her late 40s, but she always managed to make herself
look beautiful and sexy with her makeup and clothes.  She was quite
assertive and outspoken.  She also had a great sense of humor and
was a big flirt.  She teased and flirted with me quite a bit, partly
because I was practically drooling over her when we first met.  She
probably had picked up on that and enjoyed innocently teasing and
playing me.  What really attracted me to her was her incredible pair
of feet.  Actually I've never seen them, but she always wore pumps
with very high heels that I find incredibly arousing.  My imagination
filled in the rest of the details.  The same held true for the other
women in the office.  I would constantly indulge myself in lustful
glances at their feet and shoes.  Occasionally I would be caught
glancing a little too long, but I don't think anyone suspected
anything.  The last thing I wanted was more gossip about me.

Of course the best time for me was during the lunch hour when
everyone was gone.  And of course, most of the women changed
into their sneakers to go on walks.  Usually I liked sneaking into
Nancy's office because she's always wearing skirts and nylons which
drove me wild.  Today was no different.  I perfectly timed when
Nancy was leaving and I headed for her office.  I apprehensively
walked in to find no one inside.  Quickly, I knelt behind her desk and
grabbed the black 4-inch pumps underneath.  I normally don't spend
too much time in her office because I always fear she'd be coming
back any second.  So I quickly brought one of the pumps to my face
and breathed deeply.  As usual, there was barely a faint odor from
her feet.  Mostly, I smelled old leather.  I sniffed some more, trying
to experience more of her scent.  I licked the toe of the shoe a little,
getting some dust on my tongue.  I never had the guts to actually
masturbate to her shoes, which usually leaves me frustrated.  So I
settle for simply licking her pumps, which I continued over the entire
surface.  I got so lost in the lust that I lay flat on my back and placed
one of her pumps on my face.  The sole was planted on my nose
and eyes with the tip of the heel between my lips.  I loved doing this
to give myself the illusion that Nancy was standing over me.

I became so aroused and lost in the moment that I was caught
completely off guard when the pump dramatically increased in
weight, pressing firmly on my face.  To my dread, I saw a foot in the
pump.  Looking up, I saw Nancy directly above me glaring down at
me with a smirk on her face.  I was completely speechless as my
heart started beating twice as fast.  My body was frozen to the
ground until she finally lifted her foot off me.  I must have been
burning red and soak with sweat.  I rushed to sit up, thinking I might
regain a little dignity.  "I'm sorry..." I said softly.  I was caught in
such
a compromising position that I wasn't even going to attempt an
excuse.  Not knowing what to say, I got up and quickly headed for
the door.

"So this is what you do for lunch?" she finally spoke, trying to hide
her giggles.

"Uh...no, actually you see--"

"Liar.  I always thought that my shoes looked cleaner when I get
back.  Now I know it wasn't my imagination."  She then subtlely gave
me an evil smile.  "Would you like to explain yourself before I let
Mary know about this little 'incident?'" she mocked.

Fear ran through my body as I thought of the consequences.  "Look,
I'm really sorry.  Let's just forget about this.  Don't tell anyone...it
won't happen again," I pleaded, which sounded more like begging.

She lightly laughed and sat in her chair.  "Well, I don't know.  Why
don't you get under my desk and kiss my feet?  Then we'll see."

At that moment, the best thing for me to do was probably walk out.
After all, she was probably only playing with me.  Of course, I
couldn't be sure.  Part of me would of jump at the opportunity, but
not under this situation.  This was just pure humiliation and
degradation, not pleasure.  Fearing that she may actually carry out
her threat, I approached her and knelt.

"I said under the desk," she said, sounding more like an order.  I
slowly complied, crawling and then sitting as low as possible under
her desk.  Despite all the emotions and feelings running through my
head, I still had a hard on that was difficult to hide.  She noticed it
immediately.  "Of course, we can't have this."  Sitting in her chair,
she cocked her leg slightly and brought her spiked foot down hard on
my cock and balls.  I wanted to scream, but I tried to restrain myself.
She stomped on me again, this time with only the spiked heel.  I
cried out even louder, clutching my balls.  "Move your hands," she
ordered, apparently not teasing me anymore.  She looked down at
me with piercing eyes and a look of determination and triumph.  I
was so intimidated by her power over me that I reluctantly moved
my hands away.  "I don't appreciate you getting all horny over me.
Apparently that's what you've been doing for the past week.  Unless
you lose that hard on soon, you're going to find it painful to piss."
Again, she struck my balls with her shoe, seemingly harsher than
before.  After a few more blows, my cock fell limp.  I tried my best to
muffle my cries, but I was sure someone had heard me.  "That's
better."

This humiliation was too much for me to bear.  "Please Nancy, can't
we just forget about it?" I desperately pleaded.  I looked up at her
with begging eyes, hoping she would show some compassion at my
predicament.

Ignoring my hint at mercy, she continued, "Show me how you get my
pumps so nice and clean."  She smiled smugly down at me while
crossing her legs until her foot was inches from my face.  She knew
full well what I secretly did with her shoes.  She took this opportunity
to further humiliate me by making me admit my kinks.  Tentatively, I
inched my lips to her dangling foot.  I stuck my tongue out only a
little bit and touched the leather surface.  I reluctantly began licking
to toe area, unable to show my enthusiasm.  "What's wrong?  You
don't seem to be enjoying yourself," she mocked.

"Nancy, please," I groveled.

"Oh okay.  Just lick the dirt off my soles and you can leave."  She
was milking the moment for all she could.  I couldn't believe what I
had just done.  She had so expertly manipulated my mind to get me
at her feet.  Realizing what I had been just reduce to, I hesitated for
a moment.  Getting impatient with me, she roughly shoved her
spiked foot to my face.  With her foot pressed firmly against my
face, I licked all the dirt off her sole.  She brought her other foot up
to my face and had me repeat my actions.  "That'll do for now.  You
may leave." she said bluntly removing her foot.  I crawled from
under her desk ashamed and still beat red.  I quickly got up and left
her office before she had a chance to change her mind.  As I exited
her office, I received a couple of strange looks from several women
walking by.  I sure they didn't know what really went on in Nancy's
office, so I quickly brushed off the thought.  I got back to my desk
and just sat pondering how I could salvage the situation.  There was
no way I would be sneaking back into Nancy's office now.

For the rest of the afternoon, I tried my best to concentrate on my
job.  I had no idea how I would face Nancy again.  I thought of some
way to make it up to her, but somehow I don't think it would help.
She seemed to enjoy the experience in a cruel way.  My thoughts
were interrupted by Mary calling me to her office.  After I entered her
office and sat down, she looked at me in an irritated manner.
Something was seriously wrong, since she was not being her usual
playful self.  My worst fears were confirmed when she got to the
point.  "I hear you've been harassing Nancy," she said directly.
Silently, she waited for my explanation.

"What do you mean?" I asked cautiously, not wanting to reveal too
much.

"I think you know what I mean.  I'll save you the embarrassment if
you clean out your stuff and leave now."

I was shocked that it had all led to this.  I was not at all prepared for
this conversation.  She was dead-serious and I saw no signs that she
would waver from her decision.  Being humiliated was one thing, but
being fired was another.  "Please, I'm sorry.  Just give me one more
chance," I begged, "I know I'm asking for a lot..."

"You're right, you are," she said flatly.

"I really need this job.  I promise it'll never happen again.  Please
reconsider."  My begging sounded more pathetic now.  I showed little
signs of professionalism.

"Obviously you can't talk rationally now, so I'll tell you what.  Meet
me back here at 6 tonight.  Then we can discuss this," she said in an
almost taunting tone.

"Thank you, Mary.  I'll be there," sounding relieved.  However, I had
no idea what else we had to discuss.  Throughout the afternoon I
shuffled papers around trying to look busy.  Occasionally Nancy
walked pass my desk, but I did everything I could to subtlely turn
away or avoid her eyes.  Eventually, what seemed like forever, 6
PM came.  I hurried into Mary's office hoping to resolve the situation
as quickly as possible.

"Ah, sit down," she said.

I sat down in the low chair in front of her desk.  I remained silently,
waiting for her to begin.  She looked up from her paperwork and
shifted her look at me.  She stared at me only for a few seconds, but
I still felt uncomfortable.  She had a faint smile on her expression, as
I felt I was being sized up.  Getting up from her chair, she walked
around to the front of the desk, keeping her eyes on me the whole
time.  She then sat up on her desk directly in front of me and
crossed her legs.  From her position, she was able to stare down at
me.

Her stare seemed to pierce right into me, reading my thought.  The
silence was too unnerving so I began.  "I'm very sorry...please
forgive me!" I blurted out.  It wasn't exactly what I wanted to say.  I
had wanted to sound more professional with her, but I was so
intimidated by her at that moment, I couldn't think straight.

"You sound so pathetic...like a whining dog," she lashed back.  "I
don't see why I should keep you here."

Her frankness shattered me.  I looked back at her with pleading
eyes, unable to respond to her debasement of me.

She seemed to read my expression and added, "Since you can't talk
to me like a coherent person, I want to see you beg like the little
doggy you are.  Then I might reconsider."  She was definitely playing
with me.  She made no secret of it as she spoke to me in a taunting
manner.  However, I knew she had nothing to lose.  She wouldn't
hesitate to fire me.  Reluctantly, I complied and indulged her.

"Please don't fire me...I'll do anything for you...please, just give me a
second chance."  I sounded pitiful, but she just gave me a sadistic
smile.

"Get on your knees and beg like a real dog," she ordered.

Utterly defeated, I dropped to my knees and groveled before her.
While I continued my pathetic pleas, she slowly brought her crossed
legs closer to me until her foot was inches from my face.  She wore
black high-heeled mules.  From my position, I could smell a slight
odor from her foot.  I saw what she was doing, and I knew I would be
forced to humiliate myself again.

"Show me what you did for Nancy," she teased.  Unwillingly, I
brought my face to her foot and licked the surface of her shoe,
running my tongue sloppily over the leather.  "That's right, lap it up
like a good little doggy," she laughed adding to my embarrassment.
"You do a good job at cleaning shoes.  I think I'll give you another
chance, for now.  Now get up, I'll see you tomorrow morning."  With
that, she pushed my head away with the foot I was worshipping.
Mary had so thoroughly screwed my mind that I couldn't bring myself
to say anything.  I just looked up at her amused eyes, too
intimidated to get up.  She then gestured me to get go.  I got up, and
not knowing what to do, walked out of her office defeated.  I wasn't
sure what kind of "work" she had in mind for me the next day, but I
waited in anxiousness.