Oil of Roses: With a Fiery Sword
Copyright© 2025 by Jim Reader
Chapter 3: Saturday, February 17, 2007
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 3: Saturday, February 17, 2007 - The fourth volume of my ongoing BDSM soap opera. I advise starting at the beginning.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including BDSM
Carol
They arrived back at Master Yeats downtown penthouse suite after midnight.
Harry grabbed pot and pipe and went out on the balcony to smoke.
Carol grabbed a tumbler of milk and sat staring at the ceiling.
She hurt. Not just her savaged back, but Margo’s rage and hate ... Carol wasn’t sure she could stay anywhere close to her dear wife if those couldn’t be dealt with.
When her phone rang, she knew it was something serious.
She wasn’t wrong.
“Carol,” Kelly said, “talk me out of running away from home.”
“First off, where would you go, love?”
“Not to Jason and company if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I’m not worried, darling ... but if you’re serious and can’t present me with a better destination, I might suggest you go to them.”
“Carol, are you out of your fucking mind? Margo would have an aneurysm and probably destroy all life in a hundred mile radius!”
“She might ... but you need to be with family, and if it’s not us, then it could, maybe should, be Jason’s crew.”
“No ... I wouldn’t do that to her.”
“Kelly, sweetie ... she attacked you. Physically assaulted you. If Candy hadn’t wrestled her to the ground...”
“Yeah ... Mom and Dad are not happy. I think if they hadn’t taken on responsibilities here, they would leave until Margo is straightened out. Well, Dad would have. Mom ... once she calmed down she might have stayed.
“But Carol, her hands were trembling when she felt my face and arms, and it wasn’t fear, or cold. It was rage.”
“Kelly ... where would you go? Shaun will insist it’s someplace safe. Harry and I insist the same.”
“Hawaii – back to Madam Gao’s estate. Pretty sure if I ask, she’ll let me hole up there for a while.”
“I can’t talk you out of this, can I?”
“No, I don’t think you can. I’ve asked Twilla to come with me and she’s agreed – if I decide to go.”
“Kelly honey, be honest with yourself – you have decided to go.”
Carol heard the long, relaxing sigh over the phone.
“Yeah. Yeah I have. I really don’t need to be here right now.”
“Good ... then you go, take care of you, be safe. You are coming back, right?”
“Of course I am. I’m in this marriage for the long haul, Carol ... I just ... I can’t...”
“I know, baby. I know.”
“Our wife is going to Hawaii. She can’t be anywhere close to Waterloo right now.”
“Yeah ... she going alone?”
“No, Twilla’s going with her.”
“Good ... can’t say I blame her. I hate saying it, but part of me – a small part – wishes I could get out of town as well.”
“Harry, don’t bullshit yourself. It’s not so small a part in you or me. But we’re not going to.”
“No we’re not. Get Kelly on the phone if you would?”
“Thank you, love,” Kelly said. “I didn’t know how much I needed to hear you say it was okay for me to go.”
“You go heal,” Harry said.
“I will ... Nancy’s jet ... I’ve talked to Madam Gao, Nancy’s jet is at my disposal. Madam Gao’s putting me up at the guest lodge. No ocean view, but also no vast empty rooms.
“And I can run to the beach and back when I want to.
“She said she’ll have two security people assigned to me, they’ll be in the guest house with me. I’ll be okay.”
“Good. You go and know all our love goes with you.”
“And mine with all of you, Harry my love.”
Harry handed the phone back to Carol.
Esther tugged on his arm.
“Daddy, are you all right?”
Harry took a moment before answering.
“No, baby ... I’m really not.”
“Can I help?”
“You already do ... all of you...”
Dommi
She came in around 3, wobbly from a combination of dancing, drinking, and a prolonged trip to third base with Madam Hoffman.
On the bedside table she saw a note from Harry, and read it.
A hot shower later she was in a thick robe, out on the balcony overlooking downtown Houston, smoking a bowl to calm down.
What had happened was going to get out ... Kelly’s leaving didn’t really affect that one way or another.
But the confrontation between Harry and Robert Marsh at her club had already made it to every court in Texas, although Sebastien wasn’t sure if Vanson and Saenz had heard it yet – but he assumed they had.
Dommi agreed.
There had already been questions about Margo’s hospital stay, and while she and Harry had deflected them so far ... they weren’t going to stop.
She made an executive decision and called Andrew Kiraly.
Andrew
“Whadefugwhoidis?”
“Andrew, it’s Dominique Grimes. You need to issue a press release from Waterloo Society’s Master and Madam Grimes...”
The wind was really blowing off the lake, and Mistress Abigail’s building was swaying perceptibly.
“Godihadishit...”
“What was that, Andrew?”
He pulled himself together a bit, took a slurp from his bedside glass of water.
“The wind’s up, the tower is swaying, and I don’t like it.”
“Ah, you awake now?”
“Not really, Mistress, but I’m faking it pretty well.”
He turned to an awakened Teuila.
“Sweetie, go make a pot of coffee. Whatever this is, it feels serious.”
He took a moment to appreciate her body as she left the bedroom.
“Andrew...”
“Uh, yes, Mistress Grimes.”
“Do you need a moment?”
“Yeah, I’d appreciate it ... holy fuck, do you realize what time it is here?”
“Same time it is here, 4:14 AM...”
He stumbled out of bed, wrapping a thick robe around him. Just the sound of the wind made him shiver, although their suite was comfortably warm.
Sitting down with a pen and legal pad, he said, “Okay, what’s so important it couldn’t wait for morning...”
“Fuuuck...”
“Yeah ... but if we get out ahead of it...”
“It’ll help ... but Mistress ... nothing is going to help this enough to really matter. Come next Samhain, well, Harry should still be electable. If I were you, I’d consider running with him. You’ve got a long and good history in local Society. I think the two of you could pull it off. Might win more political points with a running mate from another House though ... and that’s true of either one of you...”
“Although who would we find for my running mate?” Dommi said. “Pickings are slim.”
“True,” Andrew agreed. “You really sure about this?”
“Andrew, it’s... 5 in the morning. I’m not really sure about anything ... but do you believe there’s any way this won’t get out?”
She waited.
Finally he replied, “No.”
“Then write it up, release it, and let me go the hell to sleep.”
Harry
“You had Andrew put out a press release...”
“Yes I did. Word was going to get out, one way or another. All the best intentions in the world aren’t going to keep this secret. Therefore I made an executive decision to jump out in front of it ... if I fucked up or over-stepped...”
“Dommi,” Harry said, “don’t be silly. We should have done this Thursday, as soon as she went in for evaluation. But I’ll forgive us for not doing so ... we were all, and still are, in shock.”
“Okay,” Dommi sighed. “Okay ... thank you. I was so worried...”
“And you shouldn’t have been, but see my previous statement on us and shock. Honey, we love you. We trust you implicitly. You were within your rights as a spouse. Give me a kiss – not too exciting of one – and then I need a shower before we go down for brunch.”
Brunch had been a lively affair as the press release had already hit everyone’s inbox.
Lots of questions he didn’t want to answer, but he answered some of them anyway. Lots of sympathy offered. Lots of advice offered. More questions. More sympathy. More advice. Repeat ad nauseum.
Years in advertising kept a convincing smile on his face. A smile that dropped once he and his concubines were back in the room.
“I know I’m new, Master,” Amy said, “but how did you keep from biting their heads off?”
“Years in business, a knowledge that at least some of them were sincere, and the realization I only have to endure it for so long. Then we go back home, I see what’s up with Margo’s evaluation, what are our treatment options, I go to work, I try to bring our family back together, and keep this goddamn game we play from goin’ off the rails.
“Pot, go out on the balcony and smoke, Sir,” Camille ordered. “Then massage. Maybe Amy and I can loosen you up enough to relax a little this afternoon.”
“Yes, body servant. Right away, body servant,” Harry replied, laughing.
Carol
“How are you holding up?”
Carol looked up to see Master Dunham of Fort Worth.
“Sir?”
He chuckled.
“I asked how are you holding up?”
“To be honest, Sir, still in shock.”
“May I sit?”
“Certainly, Sir.”
He did so, motioning one of the penthouse’s staff over.
“Hot tea. Would you like anything?”
“Hot tea sounds lovely, thank you.”
They sat in companionable silence until their tea arrived.
After fixing it to their tastes, the silence continued.
Finally, Carol said, “I assume you came to sit with me for a reason...”
“Primarily because you looked lonely. But also I wondered how Fort Worth might help Waterloo.”
Carol laughed softly, almost under her breath.
“I don’t suppose you have a wonder cure for PTSD lying around, do you?”
“No,” he replied. “I assume her doctors will fill you in on what she’ll need to return to a more stable state. From what Master Grimes said, I also imagine it will involve medication.
“My son came back from Iraq with PTSD ... it was very rough going for a while. Finally he and his doctors found a drug regimen that keeps him functional, and from what he’s told us, he’s mostly normal ... and mostly happy.”
“It sounds like you love him very much.”
“Yes, we do.”
“As to your question ... Sir, we’re navigating blindly. There are forces behind the monitoring of who visits Dominique’s, behind the whisper campaign against my family, behind the pressure campaign against other kink-related clubs in town to sever ties with us ... and we have almost no idea who.
“We’re in the process of building an intelligence ... crew ... service, but that’s still in its foundational stage, no idea how long it will take to start returning usable data.
“Any way you might help?”
“Do you have someone familiar with hacking and electronic surveillance?”
“Yes we do.”
“Expect a package from us in the next two to three days then.”
“Thank you so much, Sir.”
“If I may give you some advice?”
“Certainly, Sir.”
“Currently Waterloo is internally in flux ... but it’s still the most energetic player in Texas. While I appreciate your current difficulties, this is the time for you to be making bold moves.
“And if you don’t make them soon, you’ll sink into the ‘wait and see’ quagmire along with the rest of us.”
“What about Sebastien?”
“I suspect you and I both know he doesn’t have a chance this year. His ... running mate difficulties ... have raised serious questions about him as a candidate any year.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Fort Worth owes you more than it can easily pay. You’re welcome.”
Sunday, July 18, 2007
Dommi
It had been a long and very sweaty night ... Madam Jeannie Hoffman was a good, and very demanding, lover.
So, 5 AM, back in their room, she wanted a shower, she wanted sleep ... and Harry was awake and out on their porch.
She sighed,
Sleep? Shower? Not yet.
“Howdy husband,” she said, joining him on the balcony, “why are you still awake?”
“I wasn’t ... got four hours, woke up and my brain turned on ... so I grabbed some dope and came out. Been here about twenty minutes.
“How was your night?”
Dommi kissed his cheek and sat down.
“Load up the pipe for me, would ya?”
“Sure...”
“My night was a lot of vibrator and tribbing with Madam Jeannie.” Dommi said. “And drink and drugs and snorting a bit of blow off her exquisite left nipple.”
“Blow?”
“Don’t worry darling, it was stepped on all to shit. Good enough to keep me going until now, but I’ll be asleep in a half hour at most.”
“You sure?”
“Either that, or I’ll be up until some time after we get home, gibbering like a hyperactive chimpanzee.”
“Lovely ... didn’t know what you view as acceptable drug use.”
“Don’t worry. The only illicit pharmaceutical I do regularly is pot.”
“Okay, was just curious. Not like I have any room to judge.”
He handed her the pipe and was respectfully silent as she fired it up.
“Master Dunham had a talk with Carol this evening...”
“Oh really...” Dommi squeaked, trying not to release the smoke in her lungs.
“Yeah ... says as a House we still have momentum, but if we wait much longer, we’re going to lose it. So, if we’re going to make any big moves, the clock’s running out.”
She let out her breath and leaned back, a smile on her face.
“So, the clock’s ticking,” Harry continued. “But I don’t know what moves we’d make, and my brain is getting blissfully foggy, so I say we table it until the morning.”
“I saw the two girls you and Carol chose for Jason,” Dommi said. “He’s going to love them.”
“Yeah, I think so. Biggest selling point was they’re both trained in child care. By the time Jason’s 16, he’s very likely to have 4 infants and won’t they be helpful then?”
Kelly
Once the SUV was on the road into the Moloka’i estate, Kelly started stripping out of her clothes. Twilla mirrored her, and both were naked in minutes.
“So, getting comfortable,” their driver, U’ialani, said.
“Don’t see any reason not to,” Kelly said, her voice calm.
“Might I ask about-”
“No.”
Kelly reached up and touched the bandage on her head, where the heavy ashtray had hit her.
She felt safe ... and wondered if she’d ever feel that way around Margo again.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Detective Evelyn Davis
“Well lookie here, Lou! A fresh case on our desks! Hey Cap,” she called to the unit commander, “what, we didn’t look busy enough!”
“Fuck you, Davis,” he said tiredly.
“Welcome to try, Cap, but better men have failed,” Lou said.
“And fuck you, too, Matthews,” Cap said, before slamming the door to his office.
“You’re pretty free with offers to taint my virtue, Lou.”
“I’ve sat on a bar stool next to you while you drunk-cried. You haven’t got any virtue left.”
“That’s fair, Lou. Hurtful, but fair.”
She sat down at her desk, looked at the new case file, then looked at Lou.
“It torque you off that the deaths of all those rich white rapists will never be solved?”
Lou flicked an imagined bit of lint off his shirt.
“Minorly, but not enough to bravely follow you into the Valley of Death over it.”
“I kinda remember something about that ‘Valley of Death’ thing ... what movie is that from?”
Lou moaned and rolled his eyes up.
“Never mind. Let’s see how we’re getting screwed this time,” Evelyn said.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Donna
She stared into her coffee, hoping it would provide answers somehow.
It had been a bad night for Jason.
Rocking and crying in his sleep, so erect he was leaking pre-cum, banging his head so hard against the floor – through a thick pillow, no less – that he’d woken himself up.
And asked for bottom time in a drowsy voice before going back to sleep.
Once he’d woken up around 8, he’d told the staff to put a St. Andrews cross up in the Master bedroom.
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