The English Visitor By Liverpool Kiss Part II. The Prologue When you are 17 or 18 years old anything is possible, anything. Your teachers told you, and they were right; when he was 17 he could have played for Chelsea and England, or he could have wrote a hit single or gone out with Cameron Dias or Jennifer Anniston anyone; you are only limited by your ambition, but for his entire life he had been a 68% kind of guy, he got by on what he termed natural ability, no extra effort was needed to get by, he wouldn't play for Chelsea, but people he knew had, the high point of his football career had been an FA Cup First Round appearance on a wet, misty afternoon on a soggy field in Hertfordshire almost twenty years ago, appropriate really, he hadn't lacked skill, he had lacked commitment, drive, it all became too hard. Commitment, drive and desire to be better seperated Olympians from the rest. He had learned to play half a dozen chords on the guitar and had impreesed a few Women with his recitals of a couple of John Denver songs, he could have been quite good if he had applied himself, but he didn't. His entire life had been like that just do enough to get by, when it became too hard he quit, he wasn't alone, he made up the majority. He had served an apprenticeship in a now forgotten trade and when the company he served his time with closed in the mid 1980 he had gone into IT, then when mobile phones arrived he sold them, he had done quite well as a phone salesman, well enough to buy a flat in a North London Estate, he could have done better but why? The same could be said of his love life there had been a few Women in his life but when he reviewed his relationships he had narrowed it down to four; two he had nearly married, and he wondered what might have been had he tried harder to make a success of this part of his life, would he be married now, would he have kids? And now he was turning forty and the options and choices that had been available to him earlier were sliding out of his reach. He wasn't a bad looking fellah just a tad under six foot, slim, he still had most of his hair, and was attractive to women, but he had a secret, a secret that he shared with no men and very few Women, and he wondered how much his desire to be dominated had effected the other aspects of his life. Clare, had been the latest Woman that he introduced to Female Domination, she had tried to cater to his kink, but his demands grew the more she tried to accomodate him, it was useless; she still had a few clothes left in his wardrobe but she had gone, the night she found all that shit on his computer had been the last straw, he didn't blame her. He had found a web site, a contact web site, a place where he could meet a dominant Woman who didn't want his money, well some did but most were as desperate as he was to find that special someone, and for once in his life he made a real attempt to become something, he wanted to do more than get by, he wanted this to be a success. He bought a new digital camera and took a dozen G rated photos of himself and put the best one on his main profile, he then wrote and rewrote his profile; he laboured over it for days, his English teacher would have been impressed. When he was finally happy with his profile he submitted it and was pleased with the response his profile brought. That had been before Christmas and since then he had been in regular contact with three Women; one in Virginia, one in Texas and one in Toronto Canada. All three wanted a full time live in slave, he had spoken to all of them and as Spring approached he made plans to visit the three of them, and eventually select an owner. He reviewed his situation. He was 40 single, absolutely nothing on the horizone promising a better time ahead, he sold mobile phones in a shop in Brent Cross, he lived in a small two bedroom flat in Hendon his parents were both gone, his mother suddenly in 2001, his dad a couple of years later, he thought of his dad; they had been close he wondered if he had been a submissive, he wondered who he had inherited the gene from. He had a brother a couple of years older, they had been close as kids but he emigrated nearly twenty years ago, he was living in Western Australia when he last heard, he came home for his fathers funeral throwing money around,and they found that they had grown apart much further than the distance from London to Perth. None of this depressed him, in fact it bouyed him, who would miss him as he pursued his life as a slave; no one no one at all. * Lisa had known from an early age that she was different she didn't like playing with Barbie Dolls, she liked playing with the boys, she was a tom boy. She grew up in the grim mining town of Sudbury Northern Ontario a seven hour drive north of Toronto. Her parents had come from Franco-phone Quebec and she was raised as a French speaking Canadian. She was a small girl and didn't mind the rough stuff the boys dished out she gave as good as she got she found out very early that if you hit a boy 'down there' you could really hurt him, she didn't know why she just knew if the boys started getting too rough a swift punch or kick 'down there' and even the biggest boy collapsed in a heap, She weilded a power that the boys respected. When she was about thirteen an older boy tried to make her 'play' with him it was the first time she saw a penis, she wanted nothing to do with the older boy, she squeezed his prick but nothing happened she then slapped his balls and was amazed at the result he folded up clutching himself but she wasn't content she wanted to experiment with him, he was nearly 16 and alot bigger than Lisa but she tortured his balls until she understood exactly how to hurt a boy the poor lad gave her $10 to let him go. The experience changed her life forever. Boyfriends became personal slaves, to used and abused; 'Treat 'em mean-keep 'em keen', had been her adage, but most of her boyfriends were far from keen most were shit scared of her. As she got older her interest in Female Domination grew, she met men but they were not what she wanted, she wanted to control the relationship slowly beat the man down, total control of the male was now her aim. She was attractive, not in the classic sense, she was petite, small boned, weighed no more than 110lbs, she had nice high, firm breasts she had fierce dark eyes, her hair changed on a regular basis, blonde, dark, long, short all of the cuts and colours suited her, men were attracted to her so she was never short of dates but her desire to dominate the relationship inevitably left her frustrated and dissatisfied. She eventually conceeded that she had a kink, but there were other aspects to her life and she eventually compromised and married a man she had never loved and suffered six years in an ugly marriage, there had been no children that was the only positive she could draw from the marriage and the desire to dominate, to control, was stronger than ever, it never went away it got worse, the desire to dominate became an obsession. She moved to New York and worked as a Dominatrix in a Dungeeon close the Greenwich Village, there she was able to meet men who wanted to pay for a good hiding. This was another compromise, the rewards were excellent, but it was a job not a lifestyle She worked in various places in New York until she turned 30. She didn't want to be a Pro Domme for ever she wanted the good life paid for by a man she could manipulate, use and own. She returned to Ontatio, not Sudbury, there was nothing for her there anymore she moved to Toronto, bought a computer and started to surf the web looking for what she really wanted, and she was surprised how easy it was to find. She met Robert an Accountant from just outside Toronto, they had probably passed each other a dozen times on the Freeway. He wasn't a bad man in fact he was excellent, educated, not unattractive, he was only 36 just a couple of years older than her, and he could eat quietly: but the most important thing was that he was a submissive and he had search as hard as she had to find a suitable partner and after they met she took total control of their relationship and he melted before her. He loved her more than life itself and she moulded him into exactly what she wanted. She moved in with him, they bought a house in a leafy suburb an hour from Toronto CBD and their relationship grew they explored every avenue of Female Domination and after about a year they joined a FemDom group it was there that she met Denise, their friendship took off, there were other Women, Vivienne, Nadia, Susanne, coincidently all French speaking Women and they started to have time away, weekend in New York, a week in the Virgin Islands. This was the next step for Robert, he understood that She would do whatever she wanted and he would wait for her, as all good submissive's must. He came home one night and found her in bed with a man, She told him to sleep in the spare room. He did, but not until he had prepared a meal for Lisa and her lover, who was also a submissive and Robert was soon to experience his first forced bi session. Lisa and Denise increased Roberts punishment he was subjected to more and more violent torture the Women had no limits their men were expected to endure whatever the Women forced on them, eventually Robert meekly protested and asked if she would consider bringing another man into the house, they needed a maid he worked some long hours and Lisa did not do housework, there was only two of them the house was a small mansion and needed constant attention and sometimes because he was so badly hurt he could not do all that was expected of him. They discussed the role, she wanted someone good looking, someone young, someone who would share her bed, Robert was left with no doubts of what was about to happen. Lisa was building a stable. * The Englishman started to put his house in order, he put in his notice at the place in Brent Cross where he'd worked for ten years, he couldn't believe he had wasted ten of the best years that he would ever have in such an ordinary job, when asked where he was going. He said he didn't know, a lie of course he knew exactly where he was going, but to his co-workers he was about as vague as he had ever been. He contacted a local Real Estate office, he told them he was going overseas for a year and he wanted to rent his flat. They were keen to have his business; it would rent for about 240 to 250 a week, the agents took a small percentage he converted to $'s; it would bring in about 1400 a month, he relayed this information to his prospective new owner's and they seemed indifferent with this bit of news, but it would be a nice little nest egg when he returned. He hadn't owned a car, didn't need one, he lived literally five minutes walk to Hendon Central and he could be anywhere in London in an hour, anywhere. >>From his bedroom to Stanford Bridge in 45mins it Could take two hours in a car and another two hours to find a parking spot, a car in London was unnecassary, expensive accessory. His savings totalled six thousand pound, his final pay would be quite attractive too, so he decided to fly London Totonto Business Class he could easily afford it, he got a Gold Credit Card, he wanted to look like he was used to money. Everything came to a head late in February, he finally left his job, he and his coworkers had a few beers, but it was a low key affair he just wanted to get away, and it showed. He moved out of his flat on the last Friday of February, he had his ticket in his hand; London-Toronto, Toronto-Washington, he would hire a car in Washington drive the short distance to Virginia, then head off to Texas, he was looking forward to that. Lisa phoned Denise. "He'll be here tomorrow." She told her. "Excited?" Denise wanted to know. "No, not really I think Robert is concerned though." "He's going to have to share you." Lisa laughed, "this guy might be the first of many." The Englishman left London on the Tuesday afternoon and touched down at Toronto's Lester Pearson Airport at eight thity in the evening, by the time he cleared customs and picked up his case it was just after nine. He had emailed Lisa his flight details a couple of days before he left and had expected her to meet him, but there was no one waiting for him, it was a cold wet night outside and more than a little disappointed he took a shuttle bus to the Marriott, and called her from his room. She had sounded cold and distant and he considered going straight to Virginia his contact there had made him feel most wanted. "What's your room number?" Lisa had asked. He gave her the number "I'll have you picked up in the morning," she had told him. And hung up.