Rose's second client was very different physically and socioeconomically from her first. Yet in the end , both desperately needed to surrender themselves to her domination and Rose was only too happy to oblige.
Rose's friend Suzie referred the new client to her. As always, Suzie's life was in transition; this time she was changing roles from a part-time stripper at local clubs to a semi-professional dominatrix. However, for once, Suzie's business was going wel;, so well in fact, that she needed Rose to help her. "Rose - you'll love this guy " Suzie cajoled "He is a big muscle-bound pussycat, who is just dying to be put in his place. Come over to my apartment; we'll do the first session together and split the $ 700 (Rose later found out that John was in fact paying $ 1000 – Suzie as usual had taken the bigger cut). I know you haven't gone there before but If you are up to it we might even give him a lez show and the john will give us a big tip. Believe me it will be a most entertaining evening!"
So it was, that Rose arrived at Suzie's apartment one evening the next week, having arranged for Siobhan, her oldest daughter (14) to baby-sit, while Rose was over at Suzie's for a "girls night out." As she stood at the door with her bottle of chilled Zinfandel blush, Rose suddenly realized she was shaking with nervousness. She was immensely relieved, when Suzie suggested that they first smoke a big joint before preparing for their john. By a strange coincidence, Suzie's john was also named John . The smoke was very good, and Suzie's cute term for Rose's new client "John-john" kept them in stitches for the rest for the rest of the evening.
They retired to Suzie's bedroom to dress for John-john. Suzie wore white lace panties and bra paired with thigh-high stockings clipped to her garter belt and low 2" heels. Rose envied Suzie's stature; she was so tall that she didn't need the uncomfortable 6" fuck-me heels, which Rose needed to physically dominate her clients. To contrast with blonde Suzie, red-haired Rose dressed in black vinyl bikini bottom (with a silver zipper down the crotch), a black vinyl uplift bra, which just barely covered her nips (her tits, at least, were much bigger than Suzie's) and thigh-high black vinyl boots with the requisite 6" heels. Rose found the vinyl clammy even though the apartment was air-conditioned, but it was part of the role. They were feeling very mellow, sipping their wine and finishing another joint, as they completed their make-up and pranced for one another, when the doorbell rang.
Suzie opened the door and John entered. He was just as she had described him, stocky and of medium height, around 5'9" and 200 lbs. His muscular arms and shoulders suggested that he lifted weights, but his drooping stomach indicated that he also lifted more that the occasional ale. His thinning reddish-brown hair, scraggly beard, prominent jowls and small beady eyes gave him a porcine appearance. John-john wore old jeans and a tee-shirt with his club vest over top the tee-shirt. Yes, John-john was a member of one of the local motorcycle gangs, a thoroughly disreputable character and Rose was glad Suzie was with her. His jeans were held over his paunch by a broad belt with ornate silver tooling, perhaps a prize from a long ago competition.
Suzie at once fixated on the belt. "Good, John-john, you're wearing your special belt! You know we are going to beat with that belt till your fat ass is red! And you'll love it, won't you my little shithead? Now off with your clothes and on your knees!" John quickly removed his boots, socks, vest, tee shirt and jeans and knelt before Suzie, eyes downcast with the belt in his hands. Suzie took the belt and slapped each of his ass cheeks lightly. Then she handed John-john his special panties, an extra large red stretch vinyl woman's thong (he seemed to have a thing about vinyl). The narrow waistband attached to a larger patch, which mostly covered his balls and short thick erect cock, then there was a narrow strip, which ran up the crack of his ass and joined the waistband at the back. After he had put on the thong, John-john knelt before Suzie while she fastened each of his wrists in the handcuffs she had been toying with. John-john then dropped to all fours before Suzie, his haunches raised, his buttocks well displayed. Suzie ran her finger along the thong, then pulled it to one side. She reached for a string of marble sized beads, rubbed them in gel and stuffed them one at a time up John-john's asshole. There were five beads in all. John-john groaned but he never spoke a word that night. As she worked the beads in Suzie scolded "I do hope you cleaned your ass well with a big enema John-john, you know how you will have to clean the beads."
The ganja was good. Rose found herself hovering above the scene looking down, and it was all so ridiculous. She almost lost it, but stifled her giggle and rushed into the kitchen. Suzie was right behind her and they giggled silently into their hands.
Suzie went to her refrigerator and removed a plate cold cooked asparagus, then microwaved a bit of butter to which she added lemon and garlic. She placed the asparagus, the lemon-butter and an empty sauce dish on the tray then strode from the kitchen back to John-john in the living room. "A special treat for you John-john, it turns out Rose's pee smells funny after she eats asparagus, just like Babe Ruth and Ulna your first Mistress."
Rose blushed, it was true. She belonged to that fraction of the population who metabolized asparagus to produce a distinct odor in their urine and further, and was able to detect the odor. It appeared John-john did not metabolize asparagus to produce the odor, but could smell it, and had been fixated on the odor by his earlier Mistress. Suzie neither metabolized asparagus to produce the odor, nor could she detect the distinctive odor.
Suzie placed the tray on a small table besides the sofa and cooed, "Very good John-john, you held your position well. Rose likes her asparagus with lemon butter but you know I much prefer your special sauce." She unfastened John-john's thong and placed the empty sauce dish beneath his twitching cock. With one hand she cupped his balls, while she ran the index finger of her other hand under his hard cock, then probed his moist slit with her fingernail. Her finger encircled his prick and pistoned rapidly up and down his fat little sausage. Suzie pulled the string and as the anal beads popped out she barked "Now!" John-john moaned as his cock spurted his cum into the dish. Suzie placed the full sauce dish on the tray, ran her finger once more down his diminished cock and allowed John-john to suck her finger, then the beads, before she replaced his thong. Suzie positioned John-john before the middle of the sofa and placed the tray on his naked back. She sat on one end of the sofa, Rose the other as they lasciviously consumed the asparagus. Rose following Suzie's instructions, dipped the tip of the stalk into the butter, and slowly encircled the stalk with her lips nibbling the tip, then stalk with obvious relish. Suzie dipped her stalks in John-john's special sauce before eating them. Rose's curiosity soon got the better of her and she too dipped her next asparagus in John-john's special sauce. It was wasn't bad, salty yet piquant, and as Suzie noted had far few calories than butter.
As they reclined on the sofa, with their legs splayed, slowly consuming the asparagus, Suzie shifted, pulled her panties off, and ran her fingers round the perimeter of her moist pussy revealing her prominent 1" clitoris. Rose pulled down the zipper of her bikini and lightly stroked her sex too. The situation, ganja and the wine were bringing out her exhibitionist side; she wanted Suzie and John-john to see her wet little cunt, and pushing her bra down just a bit – her erect nipples too. When there were only four stalks left, Suzie chided herself "Rose we have been pigs, we should let our guest have some asparagus too!"
