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	                THE CONSULTANT
			    PART 1	
		          By   REAVAN	

It had been a long day on the road. Normally the organization flew us to the
assignments but airline schedules and the commute to and from airports are
not always convenient. So therefore, we had a  six hour drive to this
midwest city of about seventy thousand. 

My able assistant Brian was driving and Daphnia, my secretary, sat with me
in the rear; where she could complete the report from the last assignment on
the lap top. We found our destination, in a quaint ... upscale ... turn of
the century  area. It was a beautiful three story brick homes surrounded by
mature trees and well-kept gardens. 

Brian parked the rental in front of a four car garage of a later vintage but
with an aesthetically comparable architecture. I walked up to the front
door, while they took care after the baggage. The door sported a heavy brass
door knocker in the shape of a dolphin, a strange sight in the Midwest. I
pounded the dolphins belly on the brass plate below three times and waited.
Soon the sound  of high heels clicked on the stone floor inside and the door
opened.

"Oh Mr. Johnson," she smiled broadly, curtsying gracefully. The voice
belonged to a young woman, that I knew from a few years back, as Marcia. She
was twenty-five years old and  of Spanish extraction, wearing a  modest
black maid's uniform - three inches above the knee - complete with a headpiece.

"Hello Marcia, I'm Johnson from the organization "

"Yes I know Sir. Please come in. The mistress is expecting you."  She
closed the door behind me and took my coat. "This way sir, you can wait  in
the  library and I'll inform the mistress that you're here."

The library I found myself in was a rare item in today's world, beautifully
crafted bookshelves with glass doors and antique Victorian furniture.
Obviously this member client was well off, then again most CEO's are.

The maid returned and asked me to follow her. We entered the great room
where  I was greeted by a curvaceous blond in her late twenties. "We've been
expecting you Mr. Johnson as you know my husband is away on business for a
few days. Please sit down." She then dismissed the maid after asking her to
look after my assistants and the dining room for supper.

"Yes Daniella, the organization has decided that I should come here while
he's away to listen to your problems. I am the chief consultant in charge of
home affairs and we thought that the problem here is serious enough for me
to come  personally; rather than by sending one of my subordinates. Now as
you know, several members of this chapter have complained that you are not
cooperating fully at the meetings. You have even on several occasions
refused to perform your sworn duties. You should be well aware of what is
required by your status in the organization."  

"I know Mr. Johnson I'm at fault but it is becoming difficult for me to
function in my present status. I feel that with my experience a promotion is
due. After all sir, I've been a class three member for three years."

"I understand Daniella but you must remember that you are judged by the
chapter elders. Our organization is very democratic. Now, would you  like to
tell me your side of the story."

"Women, Mr. Johnson, just women. I'm rarely allowed to deal with men."

"You attend all the meetings in your chapter when required and I believe
that both sexes are represented."

"That's true but my assignments are nearly always with women. I should be
getting equal treatment and that doesn't happen."

"Well, I'll speak to the chapter elders and try to resolve this problem."
The maid just then led in Brian and Daphnia, who nodded politely and sat on
a couch in front of us. I saw the look in Daniella  eyes as she looked over
Brian's handsome young black features. She was obviously starved for a man.
"Right now, however, I would like to see all your servant."

"Marcia, please bring in the cook and the chauffeur." She left and returned
a minute later with the two servants. They lined up in front of us and
curtsied politely. The cook (Greta) a twenty-four year old blond buxom
Scandinavian, with a cheery round face, smiled excitedly at me. She could
obviously remember me from another of her assigned homes. The chauffeur a
slim five foot ten, serenely beautiful woman with oriental features and big
dreamy eyes, kept her eyes lowered.  

"Have all three servants, remove their uniforms please, Danielle." She
repeated the order and the one-piece outfits quickly dropped to the floor.
They stepped out of the dresses and  picked them up. Marcia took the two
dressed and her own, draped them over a chair and returned to the lineup.
They were now only wearing shoes, stockings and garters. I motioned with a
finger for them to rotate their bodies slowly, which they did sensually and
gracefully.

"You have a wonderful  mix of servants here Danielle but all female."

"Yes my husband wants it that way." She spoke absently. Her eyes fixed on
Brian.
  
I ordered the servants to move to one side and spoke to my assistants.
"Daphnia would you be kind enough to undress Brian for us." They got up and
she methodically did as asked, handing his clothing to the maid. Danielle's
breathing became labored, as she watched his taut athletic body being
exposed. Brian always enjoyed posing before performing and he flexed his
muscles turning this way and that for her. His seven inch member rose
slowly, arousing  the servants as well.

I ordered the maid to undress Daphnia, my five-foot eleven, fiery redheaded
assistant. That got the attention of the chauffeur, revealing  her sexual
preference.
 
I returned my attention to the  lone naked male. "That's fine Brian," I
said, "please satisfy Mrs. Nicholson in whatever manner she wishes." She got
up and excitedly caressed his body, running her finger over his broad
shoulders, his neck, chest and stomach. Grasping his now erect penis, she
kissed him passionately on the neck and lips. 

"Undress... me. Make passionate... love to... me," she gasped.         
  
Brian embraced the frenzied woman and slowly began to unbutton her dress.
She sucked greedily on his mouth digging the fingers of one hand into his
muscular back, shoulders and arms, while frigging him with the other.
Carefully he  pulled the dress over her shoulders but she impatiently yanked
it down  to the floor and then threw her arm around him and grasped his cock
again. Brian deftly removed her strapless bra exposing her shapely drooping
DD breasts, one of which he began to fondle.  

The maid had left with the clothing and now returned with a sheet, which she
used to cover an ottoman in front of the window.  Finishing that, she got on
her knees behind her mistress and began to unhook her garters. Removing her
shoe's first, she then pulled down the stockings. Next she removed the
garter belt from  her curvy hips and finally the bikini panties. 

Daphnia  impatiently fitted his cock between her shapely thighs and began
slamming her pelvis into his body. His dark  hands reached for and began to
kneed her fleshy white globes. Suddenly she dropped to her knees and
swallowed his entire seven inches in one gulp. Sucking violently for a few
seconds she began stroking it with her mouth, slurping noisily. 

Then, just as suddenly she got up and led  him to the ottoman, falling
backwards on it, with him on top.  

I ordered the four naked women to stand around the couple; two behind and
one at each end. The women on each end being my redheaded assistant and the
oriental. I wanted those two to be able to see each other, knowing that
there were sparks flying between them. 

Danielle's legs and arms clamped around his body as he penetrated her
insatiable body. It was all over in less than a minute as he groaned,
pumping cum into her throbbing cunt. Her body quivered  for a few seconds as
she  moaned quietly, relishing the satisfying feeling.  They kissed warmly
while  her arms and legs held him tightly, as if she would never let him
remove his penis from its warm sheath. 

I let them lie there, the captive lover on top, for a few minutes. It was
obvious from her ongoing moaning and squirming, that she was a long way from
being fully satisfied. Brian had been quit busy the day before on our
previous assignment and I didn't want him worn out.  I therefore ordered the
maid to undress me, which she attended to promptly, before returning to her
post behind her steaming mistress and lover.

"Brian, I want you to get up now." I spoke slowly and firmly, watching the
varied facial expressions. He got up slowly, leaving Danielle hot panting
body begging for more. She looked at me desperately, as I ordered her to get
up so the maid could dry her off. I ordered the cook to do the same to
Brian, which she did with obvious  pleasure.

Daphnia and the oriental were now watching each other, the latter breathing
heavily with lust. Having been with me for three months, Daphnia knew what
was coming. She teased the woman, maintaining eye contact while gyrating her
body seductively. 

"Daphnia," again I spoke quietly, "lie down and get your body primed." She
got on the ottoman without loosing eye contact with her admirer. She spread
her long legs and began to stroke herself while moving her pelvis
invitingly. I then ordered the cook behind my chair to massage my neck and
Danielle on her knees between my legs.

Danielle transfixed by the thought of blowing me, knew better than to start
without being told. "What is your chauffeurs name," I asked.

"Paula," came the breathless reply.

"Paula, what would you like to do to Daphnia?"

Her face turned away from the writhing panting body below her. "Lick ... her
... pussy....  Sir." She spoke slowly breathing deeply between each word.

"Let me see your tongue, Paula." She revealed a long pointed item, which
resulted in a loud sigh from the red head.  "Well now Paula, did you hear
that? I think Daphnia would enjoy that, wouldn't you?"  

She nodded trance-like, her eyes moving back and forth between Daphnia and
me, as her breathing became even more agitated.        

I looked  down at Danielle's and nodded. She reached with both hands,
cupping by balls with on and grasping my cock with the other. She moved her
parted lips towards my cock, looking up at me for approval. I smiled at her
and her tongue gingerly began to circle my knob. The cook leaned forward to
get a better view of her mistress's ministrations, her large soft breast's
surrounding my head.

"Paula, get on your hands and knees in the sixty-nine position but do not
touch Daphnia." She quickly  followed my order and assumed the required
position. Daphnia spread her thighs further, giving her a good  view of her
crotch, as she now had of hers. Both women now squirmed and panted knowing
that it was now only a matter of time. 

I waited while Daniella brought my member to its maximum hard size.  Quickly
then I ordered her up and made her bend over the two women on the ottoman. I
rammed my cock into her cunt and gave the order for the two women to start
eating each other. Three loud sighs of satisfaction sounded out
simultaneously, as  three  frustrated women got what they had waited for. 

I ordered the cook and the maid to either of my sides, leaving Brian as the
only spectator. Daniella squirmed and rotated her ass as my cock stroked her
insides. The two frustrated women at my sides caressed, and took turn
necking with me. Working my cock slowly at first, in order to make it last
for the women I fondled three sets of tits in turn.  I teased the two women
by feeling their cunts while making them neck with each other. Fingering
each one of them for a while, I made them moan in desperate disappointment,
when removing my fingers. Crossed my hands in front of me I made each woman
suck the juice of a finger having Been in the other's cunt. 

Soon Daniella began moaning louder and then my redhead began to succumb to
the long narrow tongue in her vagina. I picked up the tempo and after about
twenty more strokes squirted  loads of semen into her quivering body. I
slowed down waiting for the oriental to reach her climax. It didn't take
long before she screamed into the red bush in her face, while shaking and
jerking her pelvis knocking Daphnia's poor head around like a football. I
pulled my cock out and Daniella instantly fell to her knees and sucked my
cock clean. The two women at my sides clung on to me desperately, jerking
their pelvises and  squeezing their thighs around mine, moaning desperately
for satisfaction. 

I kissed them both  and promised that they would both sleep with me that
night. They both took deep breaths and squeezed me even tighter before
relaxing obediently.

Daniella regained her composure and ordered her servant to get on with their
duties. She wanted supper ready in half and hour. I told her that I wanted
the Marcia for my personal bedroom sub and we left for  my assigned quarters.  
           
After supper my two assistants and I discussed the situation with Daniella
and arranged to meet the president of the local chapter the following day. I
retired to my quarters with the three servants after giving Daniella
permission to sleep with my assistants. The only condition being that, Brian
was only allowed to ejaculate once. I had a feeling that all his strength
would be required for the meeting the next day..

We arrived at the chapter presidents home by twelve noon. Meeting us at the
door was an almost naked white female,  wearing leather wrist and  angle
restraints as well as a neck collar. High heels, a maid's headpiece and a
tiny apron that barely covered her bellybutton completed her ensemble. She
curtsied deeply, her head nearly touching the floor.

"Oh Mr. Johnson, please enter." She rose slowly, keeping her eyes lowered as
my seven companions filed in to the expansive foyer. "I will bring you to
the mistress immediately Sir, but the slaves must wait here." She stood
erect, in an almost military stance; shoulders back, the well-endowed chest
thrust out  but with her eyes lowered. 

"Very well Mary," her name was stenciled above her left breast. "My two
assistants are not slaves. They will be coming with me."  Placing a finger
under her chin I raised her head slightly. She immediately turned her head
and closed her eyes completely.

"Oh please Sir. My mistress will not allow me to look directly into a
superior's eyes."

"I am your mistress's superior, Mary. Look at me"

"I'm sorry Mr. Johnson," She opened a large pair of brown eyes wide and
smiled nervously before lowering them again, as I twirled her nipples
momentarily. She waited until I removed my fingers from her breasts and then
gesture towards a door.

"Please follow me Sir,"  She began walking, taking short steps, with the
same stiff posture, elbows wide, touching her  thumbs and forefingers to her
thighs. I followed her large wiggling white ass into a large comfortable
room. The mistress was sitting on a couch with her side to me. She appeared
to be in her early forties, short and slightly overweight. A white girl with
black hair was prone on the floor kissing her feet.    

Mary approached the woman on her hands and knees and kissed her vacant foot
next to the other girl.

"Yes Mary, what is it?" She spoke without looking down in a lofty and
distant tone.

"Please Mistress, I'm sorry to disturb you but Mr. Johnson is here."

"Scat girls." The two girls crawled backwards about five feet, asses up and
heads on the floor 

"Oh Mr. Johnson I am honored." She got up and made a slight curtsy. "Please
sit down," she pointed at a spot on the couch next to her. She then looked
sternly at the maid. "Mary, prepare Mr. Johnson's companions and have them
brought in when ready." She crawled out of her mistress's field of view and
left.

"Let me introduce you to my assistants: Barbara: Daphnia and Brian." She
looked at them obviously taken aback. 

"But. They're sub's. Really Mr. Johnson!"

"I guess you have never met anyone from the head office before,  Barb. My
two assistants are not in the pool  of rotation. That doesn't mean they're
not sub's. They are what you would call personal subs, who submits to others
only at my discretion."

 "You mean that I can't order them to submit to  me?"

"That's correct Barb. I would have to order them to serve you." She motioned
at a couch opposite ours and they sat down, giving her friendly but
businesslike smiles. The dark-haired servant was still on the floor between,
us giving them a full view of her upturned ass. Daphnia crossed her long
shapely legs, balancing the notebook on her thigh. 

Barb's attention  was immediately drawn to the striking long haired redhead
and unabashedly ogled the long legs, exposed now right to the white meat
above the stockings.  Daphnia felt the eyes on her and squirmed her luscious
body teasingly, as if to get more comfortable on the  couch.  

"Well Barb, I think it's time for us to have a discussion about  Daniella
but first I wish to inspect all your servants."

"Yes of course Mr. Johnson. Renee!" She was addressing  the dark haired
woman on the floor.

She immediately crawled to her mistress and kissed her feet, "Yes mistress."

"Get the rest of my subs Mr. Johnson wishes to inspect all of you." She
crawled to one side and got up, curtsied for me and walked out in the same
stiff manner of the other servant. She was a short, probably five foot two
inches; a  Latin type with a very narrow waist and small perky tits.

"That's an unusual style of walking Barb"

"Yes Mr. Johnson. I train my slaves to walk, presenting  their bodies
proudly and at the same time expressing humility and respect for their
superiors. You will notice that they will not make eye contact unless
ordered to do so. They are not allowed to speak to me before kissing my feet.
          
"OK Barb, about Daniella I find that her only problem is a lack of a male
sex partner occasionally. Why, doesn't she have a male servant?" 

"Her husband does not want one in the house; it's as simple as that."
   
"Barb you must read and interpret the rules of this organization. A marriage
is secondary to the law of our constitution. The health and welfare of each
member is the responsibility of the chapter elders, of which you are the
current president.  You have the authority to place or replace servants in
all member houses and I would say that in this case, a male servant is
sorely needed." 

TO BE CONTINUED

Authors note:
Please remember that my story is pure fiction, at least from my life's
experience. I doubt that there are very many people in this world, who are
willing to submit totally and unquestionably, as some of my characters do.
If you should find someone who has those qualities, please let me know,
(JUST KIDDING).  In your real, life remember, that NO, means simply that:  -
NO -  !!! This applies especially to women ,  who are by nature, sometimes
very persistent. ( ;- )   


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