The English Visitor
By Liverpool Kiss

 
 
The English Visitor
 
The Black BMW swept into the drive and screeched to a halt a loud blast
announced its arrival, the curtains inside the house fluttered indicating
the occupant was aware of its presents. The woman driver sat behind the
wheel with the engine running the heater keeping the interior many
degrees warmer than the frigid afternoon air outside. The driver, an
attractive blonde woman checked her appearance in the rear view mirror
and was pleased with the reflection; at 35 Denise Bergeron looked even
better than she did ten years ago, she wore her blonde hair short just
covering her ears and the nape of her neck she delicately wiped a tiny
smudge of lipstick from the corner of her mouth. Three people walked from
the front door, Lisa, her husband Robert and the visitor, she had been so
interested in meeting. The three approached the passenger side door, the
car was a two door and the men folded themselves into the back seat Lisa
waited until the two men were settled in before sitting in beside Denise.
Lisa closed the door. Denise looked at the tall attractive man sitting
behind her, he caught her eye in the mirror.
 
"Welcome to Canada." Denise offered.
 
He looked at her and returned her smile, "Thank you," He replied warmly.
She reversed out into the street and accellerated away towards town.
 
"How did it go?" Denise wanted to know.
 
"Eventually, he became quite cooperative, but Robert had to whip him
before he obeyed."
 
"It takes time to train them you know that, do you think he's learned his
lesson?" Denise asked as they pulled up at a traffic light. Lisa shrugged
but knew what she meant. She smiled.
 
"Shall I?" She asked
 
"Why not, its a ten minute drive to the restaurant." Denise replied as
she raced away on the green light. Lisa turned in her seat and looked at
the two men squeezed into the back seat.
 
"It's your lucky day Robert." Lisa told him smiling , she turned her
attention to her English visitor,
"You've learned your lesson haven't you pet?" Lisa asked.
 
"Yes Mistress Lisa." He correctly replied.
 
"Good; show Denise just how obedient you are by give a Robert another
blow job, and Robert I don't want you to cum until we stop at the
restaurant. Understand?"
 
"Yes Mistress Lisa." He replied.
 
Robert fumbled with his fly.
 
"No no," she told her husband, "let him do that, I want him to get
comfortable with you."  The Englishman knew what was expected of him, and
under all of their eyes he pulled down Roberts zipper, Denise had one eye
on the road ahead and one on the scene unfolding in the back seat, his
hand slipped inside Robert's trousers and after a couple of seconds he
pulled Robert's flacid penis out, it grew quickly in his hand and before
long Robert was erect, the Englishman took it and swallowed the entire
eight inches, he gagged as Robert thrust his shaft down his throat
 
"I'm going to enjoy this." Denise laughed, I've always wanted an
Englishman for a slave. I'll knock all of that arrogance, out of
him." She looked at him in the back seat his head bobbing up and down as
he sucked Robert for the second time that day. They slowed as they
approached the restaurant and stopped as they waited for another car to
enter the narrow drive.
"Are you ready to come Robert?" Lisa asked
 
"Yes Mistress." He replied.
 
"Then you have my permission to cum." She told him; and with that he blew
his mess down the Englishman's throat, and wiped his cock across his
lips. 
 
"Suck his balls dry." Denise ordered and the Englishman obeyed her to the
letter.
 
"Good boy." Lisa said, and the Englishman didn't think that she was being
condesending.
 
They pulled into one of the few remaining parking bays and the four of
them walked across the car park to the entrance. The two women led the
way and their two men followed a few metres behind them,
 
They looked a very elegant quartet as they were shown to their table, no
one seaated in the restaurant would have had an idea that they were
Mistress and slave; Denise who had given her coat to the Maitre'D wore a
light blue sleeveless dress hemmed just above the knee in her high heels
she was the tallest of the group; Lisa walked through the restaurant
beside Denise, Lisa was a petite, small boned woman; she had dark hair
with blonde highlights, she wasn't classically pretty, she had fierce
dark eyes and a small mouth that gave an appearance of meanness, but she
wasn't unattractive, she wore a dark grey skirt that was hemmed just
above her knee and a pink bouse that was open enough to allow a glimpse
of cleavage. The two men followed a few feet behind; they were dressed in
dark business suits looked smart and handsome, both stood a little under
six foot, the Englishman had short sandy hair, and bright blue eyes,
while Robert was a little stockier, with brown hair and brown eyes;
people noticed them arrive. They were shown to a table by the window.
Denise sat with her back to the view of the garden while Lisa faced her
and the two men sat adjacent to the window facing each other.
 A waitress hovered and waited until they had settled and then
delivered four menu's.
 
"Bon Jour Yvette." Denise greeted the waitress and they spoke in French
for a short time; something was discussed and Lisa made a comment in
French the three women laughed, and the waitress rushed away and quickly
returned with a drinks menu. Denise ordered for the four of them. The
Englishman sat in silence as Denise ordered.
 
"Do you speak French?" Denise asked the Englishman. 
 
"A little that I leaned in school."
 
"Did you understand any of that exchange"? 
 
"No Mistress." he replied.
 
Denise smiled at him. "Get your cock out I want to see you erect I want
to see what I can expect this afternoon."
 
"Here Mistress Denise? Now?"
 
"Yes you idiot, here and now! I want to see you erect or I promise that
the flogging that Robert gave you earlier will seem like a tickle
compared to what I'll give you." The smile was gone, he glanced across
the table and he buckled under her gaze. He unzipped his fly and pulled
out his penis, it was limp and useless.
 
"Get it hard." She demanded, and dispite the very public setting he
started to masturbate and soon grew to a full eight inch erection, Denise
looked down at him quietly pleased she was manipulating him so easily he
would provide hours of amusement, his gleaming purple know oozed a little
precum.
 
"Keep it hard all through lunch, let me down and I will severely punish
you." She told him. Yvette returned and he placed his napkin over his lap
covering himself.
 
"Yvette, what would you do if your boyfriend brought this home?" Denise
asked as she pulled napkin from his lap. Yvette gasped and laughed.
 
'I'm sure it would depend on how he used it." She replied studying
the throbbing member.
 
"No Yvette it depends on how you use it; its yours to use. Women use men,
men don't use women. isn't that right?" She asked the Englishman.
 
"Yes Mistress Denise." he said loud enough for the couple on the next
table to hear and react to the statement, the woman at the next table
noticed his erection and smiled and commentted to her partner, he tried
to cover himself with the napkin but Denise pulled it away. 
 
 Deise and Lisa talked in French until the first course was brought to
the table; a green salad was put before both women. a bottle of white
wine was also brought to the table and two glasses of water for the men.
The women ate about half of the salad and gave what they didn't eat to
the two men. Robert and the Englishman cleared their plates in a few
minutes. Yvette cleared away the empiy plates when they had finished.The
Englishman maintained his erection, Yvette was enjoying the situation
immensley and told the other waitresses of the situation that was
developing at Table 4, and during the course of the meal all of the
waitresses made a point of seeing just how big the Englishman was and all
past a comment in French to both Denise and Lisa. The main course was
brought to the table Denise had ordered  chicken cordon bleu, Lisa had
poached trout, again nothing was brought for the men, they waited until
their Mistresses had eaten the choice pick of their meals, and again when
they had eaten their fill the scraps were given to the two men Lisa spat
onto her left over causing Denise to burst out laughing and say something
in French. Lisa replied in French and got up from the table, called for
Yvette and the two women went to the washroom. A short while later Lisa
emerged from the washroom carrying a small bowl, the left over fish and
vegtables were mashed up in the bowl with the water Lisa had brought back
from the toilet, the strong smell left no doubt as to where the 'water'
had come from. The Englishmen cleared up the mush in a few minutes. His
cock remained rigid dispite or possibly because of the humiliation he was
suffering. The two men had remained silent throughout the meal as the
women spoke non stop in their French tongue, the Englishman amused them
they had thoroughly enjoyed the meal. Dessert was ice cream and fruit,
again only two bowls were brought the men watched as the women ate their
dessert and it was Denise who offered the Englishman what she had left.
 
"I want you to jerk off into the ice cream." She told him her eyes
burning into his. Yvette and the other waitresses came around and watched
as he pulled himself to orgasm. And they cheered as her came, spewing his
mess into the bowl. The restaurant was about half the capacity it had
been so few if any patrons saw the performance, as he milked his wilting
penis into the bowl looked up and saw his mocking audience.
 
"Eat up." Said Denise. And he cleaned the bowl. Coffee followed and a
couple of glasses of Baileys completed the meal, the restaurant was
almost deserted when Lisa poured the dregs from the coffee, the wine and
Baileys, into a cup.
 
"Drink up, put your cock away, and pay the bill and don't forget to tip
Yvette."  She told him.They walked from the table to the cashier, the
Englishman pulled his wallet from his pocket and offered his credit card
to the cashier. he pulled a twenty dollar bill from his wallet and handed
it to Yvette.
 
 Denise pulled the wallet from his hand and pulled about two hundred
dollars out and gave it to her then put the wallet in her hand bag.
 
"Don't you ever humiliate me like that again." Lisa said. "I told you
to give the woman a decent tip; do you call twenty dollars a decent tip?"
She shouted.
 
"N-No Mistress Lisa. I'm s-s-orry, M-Mistress Lisa." He stammered.
 
"Did she provide good service?"
 
"Yes Mistress Lisa."
 
"Does she deserve to wait on someone like you?"
 
"No Mistress Lisa." he replied. The four waitresses and the female
manager were watching as Lisa berated the unfortunate Englishman. Denise
and Robert were picking up their coats watching as Lisa verbal assault
became physical, she slapped him hard across the face.
 
"Get down on your knees and beg Yvette's forgiveness." Lisa demanded, and
the Englishman did as he was told and fell to his knees in front of the
embarrassed waitress.
 
"Apologise!" Lisa shouted.
 
"I'm sorry Yvette..."
 
"Mistress Yvette! She's a woman, you show her respect; you piece of
English filth. Kiss her feet!" Lisa shouted standing over the man daring
him to disobey her and Denise watched, extreemly proud of her friend, and
smiled as the Englishman bowed and kissed Yvett's feet.
 
"I'm so sorry Mistress Yvette, please, please forgive me."
 
 The waitress looked down at the man kneeling before her quietly enjoying
the attention and the intensity of the situation, a part of her wanted
more but time was getting on; she was reluctant to end it, but quietly
muttered.
 
"I forgive you." She said blushing.
 
"Crawl out of here." Lisa demanded and the Englishman crawled across the
carpet to the door where Denise and Robert were waiting.
 
"I'm sorry about that Mistress Denise." he said
 
"You will be when I get you home. Move! I'm sorry about that Yvette."
Denise called and Lisa and Denise followed the crawling man out of the
door.  
 
End of Part One