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malesecretary

I was making pretty good money as an insurance agent in a 6-man office until the owner sold his business to Ms. Elaine (at right, above). Over the next 3 months, she fired four of the males and replaced all of them with higher-performing Women. She was going to fire me, too, but my wife Rosie begged her to keep me on for a lower salary. Elaine agreed, saying she had “big plans for me” – and if they worked out, Rosie would be rewarded very nicely.

A short time later, as you might have guessed, I became the office secretary – not only for my new owner but for Ms. Donna, Ms. Arianna, Ms. Linda and Ms. Susan (who’s at left, above). From Day 1, Ms. Elaine made it clear that there would be a “different way of doing business.” When I asked her to explain, she just gave a sweet wink and said, “You’ll see.” I then grumbled something – I forget what it was, but I’ll never forget my new Boss’ response.

“SHHHHH,” she commanded as I became captivated by the gorgeous index finger she put to her lips – and the beautiful red fingernail that shined into my adoring eyes. Elaine said, “I’ve done 1,000 things to improve a business like this. Not all of them will work here – but I’d rather you spend your time helping achieve MY plans, instead of wasting your time & energy trying to guess what might work better. You may think I’m going down the wrong road but I’m very good at making adjustments. I know how much experience you have, and I promise to ask you things. You’ll do a lot to contribute. But no matter what I do, just have faith in me. Your wife sold me on keeping you. You don’t want to let HER down, do you?” No Ma’am, I replied. “Good,” Elaine said as her hand patted my wrist in approval. “Let’s get to work.”

The first thing I noticed was that our Women were ending their sales appointments much more quickly than the males did – me included! Of course, that spurred an immediate increase in our profits … which I didn’t understand because Elaine hardly had time to recruit new customers yet. I didn’t dare approach the subject with her – but when I went home that night, Rosie put it all in perspective:

“I know she had customers from her old jobs that she brought in. You like working for her, so why wouldn’t they like doing business with her? Especially the guys – and guys think with their COCKS, right? That’s why your old meetings ran so long! When guys get together, they talk about their CONQUESTS before they get down to business, right?” I just nodded. I couldn’t dispute that and didn’t even try. “Working with Women has GOT to be refreshing for you,” said my darling wife. “They may appear sexier to you, but they’re ALL about business – they get everything done and more, and they still have time for the juiciest gossip.” She’s right, but I never told her that. “You don’t have to,” Rosie said, “You come home MUCH happier than you used to! You should be getting a pay raise soon.”

No, that didn’t happen and I didn’t expect it. Just being with these fantastic, Superior Women for hours each day was a better personal reward than I’ve had in a long, long time. As they made more & more money they became happier, more glowing, more powerful – and yes, more erotic. And Ms. Elaine obviously expected that to happen. She knew that if I enjoyed being with these great Women, I’d love serving them more. Indeed, she praised me for my increased production – especially for the extra hours I spent at the office after everyone else left each day.

Within a month, my 8-hour day became 10-11 hours due to the increase in business – and doing more personal errands like buying pantyhose for an emergency meeting or picking up their suits from the dry cleaners. Donna, Arianna, Susan, Linda, and Elaine are all so pleasant in making these requests that I don’t mind them one bit. They didn’t think I would. But I was shocked that my wife had not asked me about my longer time away from home. It was like she totally knew how Elaine was transforming me into a better beta. I was so grateful for that. My wife knows me so well; she even complained once that she wished I could be more an Alpha, but it’s just not in me.

After two months, our Women increased our profits by an amazing 11-percent from the same time the year before. Elaine gave her agents a 5-percent raise for both their salaries AND their more lucrative sales commissions. I no longer get those commissions, but Rosie told me how nice it was for Elaine to still give me a 3-percent raise. As long my wife’s OK with it, I couldn’t complain!

When she told me about my raise, Ms. Elaine also asked me to start thinking about a way that all six of us could celebrate. As it turned out, I didn’t have to think at all. Ms. Susan snuck up behind me a couple days later as I was typing a sales report. She tickled the back of my neck and whispered, “Check your email after I walk away.” She wrote:

“Tell your Boss to invite all of us to her new apartment for a slumber party. She’d like that! She’s hardly had time to move her things in, so she’d get a housewarming party, too. Before then, take a Saturday and help set up her bedroom, computer, kitchen, etc. Elaine works off her phone at night, and I know you’d be much happier if she could express her ideas on emails no matter when they come to her. And you would LOVE the personal time you spend with us. We all appreciate how you drop what you’re doing to tend to our errands during the day – but we never get to see how happy this makes you. An overnight slumber party would let us SEE how you serve us. and you just might pick up an idea or two. Everything you do benefits the bottom line, so get cracking!”

Oh my gosh, I couldn’t believe how horny that note made me! My tiny dick hasn’t been hard for a long time – but my crotch still tingled so much, I just HAD to visit the men’s room to pull my soft weenie to orgasm. I came out not even a minute later, and I could hear a couple of the Women laughing when I received another email from Susan:

“Just between you & me … Did you CUM just now? Reply in 5 words or less, then don’t say another word about this to anyone – especially not your wife! Be satisfied, knowing that you are the secretary that we all hope you’d be. To your credit, you know it’s the WOMEN’S turn to make the big money – You just showed us that you’ll be very happy making less … a lot less. Therefore, enjoy these little ‘rewards’ we give you here!”

My less than 5-word reply was “Drank cream, no mess.” I tried making the point as vaguely as possible, in case somebody else saw this note. Nothing was said after that … but when Susan walked past me on her way out the door, she simply winked without breaking her stride. I visibly shivered with delight – and Ms. Elaine, walking 10-feet behind Susan, gave me a deliciously evil stare and a sweet, toothless grin of approval. I helped her set up her apartment the next day, and the slumber party took place that night and into Sunday.

The Women had me return 30 minutes later than they arrived. They surprised me by wearing black-&-white suit coats and tops – and non-sexual, brief-style black panties. Their clean, luscious legs were bare. Only Elaine & Susan wore nail polish on their fingers & toes. That shocked me, considering that Elaine almost always mentions great-looking fingernails as a big key for selling insurance to both genders.

We enjoyed drinks & pizza which I lovingly served. And we played a couple cutesy-poo games before Elaine encouraged us to socialize and enjoy each other’s company. After chatting with Linda, Donna and Arianna – and keeping their drinks full – I noticed Elaine & Susan teasing each other while lying on the floor of a living room corner. Their game of “footsie” (looking beautiful in the above photo) naturally attracted me. Susan teasingly asked how I liked the toe rings they were both wearing. They knew it would have me sitting at their feet – where Susan kicked my face just seconds after I sat down.

“I’m your BOSS, don’t get too close!” exclaimed Ms. Elaine. That brought a sudden halt to the partying, and my face got redder than ever. Twenty seconds of tense silence seemed like 20 minutes before Linda broke the ice by purring, “Your boy is blushing, Elaine … isn’t that CUTE?????” I blushed some more, with a slight grin on my face, while all five Women busted their guts in laughter!

Arianna asked, “What happened? Did he try kissing your foot, Elaine?”

“No,” said Susan, “But he SHOULD have. You should see his face, girls. He’s up nice and close. He hasn’t moved his face since she kicked him. His eyes look like his heart just skip a beat. He MUST love how our feet smell – he hasn’t denied anything, and his eyes – they look so … so … romantic!”

I didn’t want to admit how right they were. I know my most loving gaze was focused on BOTH their red nails. Their feet were strong and STINKY the first time I breathed them in. But as I looked up at their faces – how smug and Dominating they were – they smelled better with every breath. Still, Ms. Elaine was right. She WAS my Boss – and while I admire her as a Woman, I need to be professional in all the ways I love helping her succeed.

At that moment, Linda’s hand touched the back of my head. She pushed me gently toward Ms. Elaine’s foot as she said, “It’s not 1970 anymore. Women stopped trying to mimic their male bosses long ago! It’s just natural today for Women to lead – and to use all their Feminine charms to keep their best males loyal and productive. Every day, you dream of kissing your Boss’ ass. Do it for REAL. That’s what today’s Female leaders want; great betas who honor and revere the Bosses who not only make them successful – but who love soothing their aching bones at the end of a long workday.”

I remained silent as Linda’s head guided my mouth to the ball of Elaine’s foot, which I softly and repeatedly kissed. I then moved up to kiss the bottom of her big toe. I couldn’t help myself: I started sucking it, as the others went “oooo” and “ahhhh.” Ms. Elaine closed her eyes – and I’ve never seen her more relaxed! Ms. Susan’s eyes gazed at me with a sweet but smug toothless grin – as if I FINALLY found the place I’m supposed to be.

I spent the rest of the night worshiping all 50 of these beautiful Women’s toes. When I finished, I collapsed on the floor. I then got very nervous! What will happen, I asked myself, once my wife Rosie hears what I’ve done. Certainly, it will be the worst-kept “secret” of all-time.

But really, it could not have been THAT big of a deal. After the initial shrug, I just rolled up on the floor, purred like a kitty, and fell asleep.