Oil of Roses: With a Fiery Sword
Copyright© 2025 by Jim Reader
Chapter 4: Tuesday, February 20, 2007
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 4: Tuesday, February 20, 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
Donna
“Are you happy now?”
“No ... I wouldn’t say ‘happy’,” Jason grimaced. “But I’ve done my penance at least.”
“For what?” Donna snarled. “What the hell have you ever done to require this?”
“I don’t know ... I just know...”
“What? That you need to be whipped?”
“Yeah ... that I need to be punished. Constance, you almost done?”
“Yes Sir, a few minutes more.”
“Thank you so much, Constance ... how bad is it?”
Constance leaned toward him, kissed his cheek.
“Well, it’s not going to be comfortable to sit for four or five days. As for your back, Sir ... I’m very glad the scary purple woman is as ... talented? No, skillful, as she is. Your back is going to hurt for a while longer than your butt, but there won’t be any scarring, and the wounds didn’t require stitches, butterfly bandages will do. Her whip work is excellent, Sir.”
“Later ... a while later ... I might agree with you ... right now I hurt too much to appreciate it.”
Donna watched Constance finish caring for Jason’s back, kissed their EMT before Constance left them alone.
“Do you know...”
“What?” he said.
`Donna hoped she wasn’t about to make things worse.
“Every time you ask for some bottom time ... the night before ... you have dreams. Really disturbing dreams.”
“Every time?”
“Yeah,” Donna replied. “Every time.”
“How can you tell?”
She bit back the angry response, moved by the lack of comprehension on his face.
“Jason, you sob, you bang your head against the floor...”
“Okay, yeah ... that’s a bad damn dream.”
“And you ... Honey, your cock is hard the whole damn time. So hard last night you were leaking pre-cum.”
“And you don’t wake me up...”
“No, we try to cushion your head as best we can ... I can’t speak for anyone else, but I’m scared to wake you. Scared you’ll ... I don’t know. Scared for you, not of you...”
“Shit ... and none of you have told me about this because...”
“We’ve been ... Jason, we’re all afraid it’s your mind dealing with something that happened ... shit ... something that happened between you and your mother...
“Something I don’t want to remember.”
“Yeah,” Donna said, breathing a sigh of relief. “Exactly.”
“Okay ... first off, I’m ... I’m afraid you’re probably ... more than probably, right.”
“But you don’t remember anything happening?”
“Donna, I remember so many nights things almost happened. That was pretty fucking frequent ... not every weekend, but at least once a month where I had to forcibly help Mom to bed because otherwise I was going to let something happen.”
“I am so sorry...”
“I don’t doubt your theory is ... possible, I guess? Mom ... living with Mom when she was altered was like ... it was like if you gave Lori aphrodisiacs.”
“An insatiable and painfully sexy fuck-beast crawling all over you?”
“Yeah ... it’s ... very confusing ... to have your own mother caressing your erection through your clothes”
“Was it always through your clothes?”
“Yeah ... from the first time she came home drunk and frustrated. I was lucky that night, I was still in jeans. That week I went and bought pajamas. I hadn’t slept in pajamas in years, but the more layers I put between my cock and her, the more likely I was to wake up before she was actually fucking me.”
“And she tried that?”
“Yeah ... just because I put her in bed didn’t mean she stayed there. Most times, she was drunk or stoned enough to crash within ... oh, a half hour of me putting her in bed.
“But every once in a while, I’d get to put her to bed twice in one night ... on one occasion, four times.”
“So ... please don’t take this the wrong way ... your mother was a were-slut...”
`Jason laughed.
“Yeah ... Sunday afternoon through Friday evening, with the occasional exception, best Mom around. Friday night through early Sunday morning, often, but not always, a complete were-slut.”
“I don’t know, Jason ... if there is something you’re not remembering, something you’ve blocked, I can understand ... and I couldn’t blame you. I mean, Gloria’s hot ... major MILILF.”
“MILILF?”
“Mother-In-Law I’d Like to Fuck.”
Jason chuckled.
“Makes sense ... when she’s not being a screaming cunt, your mom is on my MILILF list.”
“Along with Mohini...”
“Oh god yes ... the time I spent today sandwiched between her and Abby...”
“Happy Jason time?”
Her husband closed his eyes and smiled sweetly.
“I know a lot of my incest fantasy headspace came from some fucked up shit happening in my life – or so we’re all assuming, and I think we’re right – but they make snuggling between two pregnant-or-soon-to-be women, both lactating, your fantasy mother and sister ... it’s incredible.”
“Warm, safe, womb-like?” Donna asked.
“Very,” Jason replied. “And knowing what I was going to ask of you later in the day ... I really needed that.”
“Jason, I can’t say I understand why you need such punishment,” Donna said, caressing his arm, “but the next time ... if there is a next time...”
“You’d feel better if Nocturnia handled it all?”
“Yeah ... it tears me up to hurt you like that...”
“I am sorry ... I shouldn’t ask you to...”
“No, Jason ... you want me to punish you in normal play, role reversal, some kind of fantasy play ... I am there for you.
“But if you need serious punishment for this ... whatever it is you dream ... Nocturnia can do it much more efficiently, and that’s ... that’s how it needs to be done ... because...”
Jason raised his arm and Donna laid down next to him, snuggling close. He put the arm around her and hugged her.
“I won’t ask that of you again, no matter what,” he said.
“Thank you, my love.”
Donna wanted to tell him, more than ever before, what – or rather who – was coming in just a couple of days.
She lay and snuggled with her husband for a half-hour or so.
Then, “Jason, let me up, I need to talk to Yan. I’ll send someone in to keep my spot warm...”
“Constance, go attend Master Jason. I think he needs more cuddling...”
“Yes, Milady,” Constance said, leaving the kitchen at a fast walk.
“Fei,” Donna said, “get Yan, Abby, Lizzy, and Susan, get them in here as soon as is convenient.”
“Yes, Milady.”
She turned to Dona of the estate staff.
“Go fetch me two slices of lime and two shots of top shelf tequila from the bar. I’ll get my own salt.”
“So, it’s going to be that kind of talk,” Susan said, commenting on the two empty shot glasses, salt shaker, and the lime rinds.
“Not necessarily ... I just needed some fortifying so I won’t scream incoherently.”
“Yeah, I get that,” Susan said.
Eventually they were joined by Abby, Lizzy, and Yan.
Once she was settled in, Yan had Dona get drink orders and sent the girl on her way.
“Is it okay if we wait til she gets back and I get some alcohol in me before beginning?” Yan said.
“I’d like to start with the easy stuff, I think you can handle that before drinks arrive,” Donna said. “I told Jason about his dreams, answered questions on why we hadn’t woken him up, why we hadn’t told him about them.”
“I imagine it felt right in the moment to do so,” Yan said.
“Yeah ... and he seemed okay with it. Then I snuggled with him and thought.
“And what I thought was if any part of it ... unsettled him, it was us keeping it from him. It wasn’t a strong reaction, just a feeling really.
“So,” Donna continued, “I reconsidered our decision to spring the faux-Gloria on him. What do y’all think?”
“First thing, I think we need to get Kari Maxwell in on the discussion,” Yan said.
“And get Jackie and Lisa in as well,” Susan added.
“I’m not sure the whole scheme will help Jason,” said Susan. “But, if you talk to him about it first? I’m as close to certain as I get that it won’t harm him further.”
“I had Gloria questioned thoroughly,” Kari said, her voice tinny over the speaker on the phone. “And Denise ... she was chosen very carefully. She’s very empathic, very ... tender-hearted. I have no doubt she’ll take it as slow as he needs her to ... Denise is very well trained.
“I mean, I get that it may not help ... to me, it feels more like some kind of emotional voodoo. ‘Here, work out your issues with your mom by fucking someone who looks like her!’ But I thought it was worth a shot...”
“How are you going to feel if it doesn’t work out?” Abby asked.
Kari laughed.
“Abby sweetie, I’ll be sad for Jason ... but to me, it’s just money - which means it isn’t anything at all. If nothing else, maybe she’ll make your role-playing times more interesting.”
“Kari, I really wish our lives were more...”
“Safe?” Kari replied.
“I was going to say ‘settled’,” Donna said. “That way you could come visit...”
The phone was silent for a time before Kari replied, “That would be really nice. Once you get somewhere safer, at least, I’d love to come visit. Wish I could right now...”
“Something up, Kari?” Lizzy asked.
“Just ... just tired of dealing with shit right now. My lover ... Caitlyn ... she ... she left for good this time. And I’ve gone through my anger phase, but everything’s just pissing me off right now, I’m feeling stupid for looking for a relationship at all, I’m surrounded by beautiful women who obey me completely, but I thought it would be nice to be with someone who was with me because they wanted to be ... and I’m sorry ... didn’t mean to dump all that on you...”
` “It’s okay, Kari. We wish you could come hang...” Donna said. “It’s pretty here even if it is ... well, it’s pretty here.”
“Good save, Donna,” Kari Maxwell said. “I don’t need to know anything about where you are.
“Also...” Kari said, and Donna was sure she heard tears in her voice, “thanks for ... calling me, asking for my input, my advice ... just ... thanks.”
The line went dead and as one Jason’s wives and concubine turned to Susan.
“Is she gonna be ... okay?” Abby said.
“Hold on ... I’m not her therapist, I’ve only met her once...” Susan replied. “But, having said that ... from everything I’ve heard of your calls, you’ve all told me? I think so. She just really needs a friend right now, and it’s sounding like you’re the closest thing to friends she’s got.”
No one said anything for a moment, then Yan said, “Gimme the phone.”
“Hey, Kari?” she said, once she answered Yan’s call.
“Yes?” replied Kari, and it was obvious she was crying.
“It’s Yan. Listen, I don’t think we’ve ever told you this, maybe we expected you to, I don’t know, read our minds, or infer it from context, but if you want to talk, want someone to vent to, if you need someone to commiserate with? You call us, no matter what time.”
“I ... uh...” came through the phone’s speaker.
“You are a friend of our House,” Donna said. “You’re a friend of ours, all of us. When talking to a friend would help, or even just be a nice and relaxing thing, whenever, you call us.”
They heard Kari sniffling.
“Okay...” she said. “Uh ... thank you. Thank you, I will. You ... ah ... you go tell Jason what’s coming ... I need ... I need to do something.”
“All right,” Yan said. “Remember what we’ve said. Take care.”
“You too. All of you...”
Once the line went dead, the women around the table sat in silence.
“Good idea to call her back,” Susan said. “I think it helped. That’s just my opinion, not a therapist’s view, just mine.”
Donna got up and kissed Susan.
“Your opinion is good enough for us,” she said. “Time to talk with our husband. You’re coming too, Susan.”
Jason
“You’re saying a woman who looks like my mother is joining our constellation...”
“And sounds like her – at least somewhat – and has been coached indirectly by your mother on how to act like her,” Donna said.
“And I’m supposed to work out my issues with my mother’s behavior with this...”
“Surrogate,” Susan said.
“Surrogate...” Jason said, slowly shaking his head in disbelief.
“That’s the idea,” Donna said.
“We’re not saying it’s a good idea,” Abby said. “It’s just ... you’re in pain...”
“Susan,” Jason said, “put your therapist hat on for a moment...”
“Okay.”
“How crazy is this idea?”
“In my opinion ... not as crazy as it sounds. If you make the effort to meet her halfway in this, ignore the parts of her portrayal of your mother that aren’t right, focus on the parts that are right, it could be very therapeutic.
“That being said, it could also just plain not work at all. In which case you’re no worse off than before and you have a new sexy playmate!”
“Fair point,” Jason said, “and thank you all for deciding not to spring this on me as a surprise. Not sure how I’d react, but I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t be good.”
“Not good?” Abby said.
“Yeah. I don’t want to guess how not good or why, it just feels like it wouldn’t be a happy surprise.”
“But we are guaranteed some pleasant surprises when the last plane comes in,” Yan said. “Just two days away, lots of presents, lots of livestock, lots of excitement!”
“In the meantime,” Jason said, “it’s late, I’m very tired, and if you’re not my spouse or concubine, get out of here.”
Susan
“Counselor, if we might have a word,” Jackie said as Susan headed for her room.
“Certainly. Is this a sit-down-with-drinks word, or just a chat-in-the-hallway word?”
“Let’s go sit down for this,” Lisa said, “but it’s not an oh-God-I-need-a-drink word.”
When they reconvened in the dining room, and the three of them were sipping on hot drinks, Jackie said, “How likely do you think a visit from Kari Maxwell would lead to a drama party?”
“I’ve met her once, very briefly, and I’ve listened to most of her conversations with Jason and company ... and honestly, I don’t know.”
“If you had to bet?” Lisa said.
“Uh ... okay, take this with a lot of salt ... Kari needs a break and very clearly hasn’t taken one. I think the friendship between Kari and Jason ... hell, his whole constellation ... could deepen into a very powerful and useful alliance, if given the opportunity to grow-”
“Already seems pretty strong to me,” Jackie said.
“I think so too,” Susan continued, “but I think it could become deeper and stronger to the benefit of everyone concerned.
“As far as drama ... maybe. I do think, however, that any drama would be less than the beneficial aspects of such a visit.”
` Susan sipped her chamomile tea.
“So how are you thinking of doing this?” she asked.
Otter
“Thanks for the heads up, I’ll get them in there,” she said, giving Susan a kiss and a grope.
“I imagine they’re in with Galena’s crew,” Susan said.
“My thoughts as well, sweetie,” Otter said. “I get through and come back, you gonna be awake and posed all sexy in the bed?”
“Maybe ... either that or I’ll be crashed out and dead to the world.”
“So, in that case ... no sexy in the bed?”
“No. Cuddle up and sleep, we’ll do sexy in the bed in the morning.”
“Sounds good,” Otter said.
Walking down the hall to Galena’s room, Otter grinned evilly.
Small estate, people gossip, Otter was well aware of ‘married to Jason for all intents and purposes’.
“Time for ‘em to actin’ like it,” Otter chuckled.
She quietly opened the door, stood inside to let her eyes adjust to the low light.
Carefully she made her way over sleeping bodies, finding Lori and Magda curled up side by side.
Otter crouched down and pinched both of them gently.
Eyelids fluttered open and Otter smiled, showing her teeth.
“If you two refugees aren’t up and moving in less than five minutes,” she whispered, “on your way to the Master bedroom, I will beat your asses so hard your wailing will wake up this whole goddamn house. In addition to me making a scene and letting everyone know who’s to blame, you’ll be denied orgasms for at least a week. Now move!”
Lori and Magda were up and on their way in less than two minutes. Once they were out in the hall, Otter continued.
“Jason wants brides and concubines in with him tonight. Move it.”
“What if everyone’s asleep?” Lori asked, yawning.
“Then you go to sleep with them and be ready to serve in the morning.”
“Yes, Otter,” Magda said.
“Yes, ma’am,” Lori said.
Otter smiled.
“Good girls.”
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Eddie
“Then they opened the crate, boss, and saw everything was addressed to you and your ‘merry band of criminals’,” Kendry said. “Figured we oughta open them in your ... well, your hospital room.”
“And they’re from Darrin Dunham. Gotta be the care package Short Stuff said he was sending,” Eddie said. “Well, since we got all y’all squeezed in here, y’all get to opening.”
“While you laze around on your ass and watch?” Perry chortled.
“Oh yeah,” Eddie growled, “I’m ‘lazing around’ all right. I laze any harder you’re gonna have my arm so far up your ass I can give you a tonsillectomy while I’m there.”
“Settle down, boss, just yankin’ your chain – holy fuckin’ ET-on-a-cross!”
“What?”
“Boss,” Perry burbled, “this ... these ... oh Sainted Elvis...”
“I’m about to come out this bed, Perry!”
“Boss,” Janet said, “if I’m reading these specs right ... this is surveillance equipment, lots of it.”
“Yeah, so?” Eddie growled.
“Boss-man,” Janet said, “these are national-intelligence-agency-level goodies.”
“You’re shitting me!”
“No, boss...” Perry said. “I’ve looked out on the web on sites that’d earn me time in a federal pen just for thinking about and this is some black-market-black-ops-electronic-voodoo-we-were-never-here-’cause-we-don’t-even-exist shit!”
Eddie shook his head.
“I’m kinda terrified I understood that.”
“Should be,” muttered Bevy.
“This stuff is ... oh, alien-probe-me-Jesus! That’s a Koschei-36 scanner, lucky I read Cyrillic ... I need to touch myself,” Perry burbled.
“Don’t do it here!” Eddie shouted. “So, fancy high tech surprises. I’m going to have to send Master Dunham our thanks.”
“No, boss, you should be offering him your first-born daughter ... or son ... look at the specs on these trackers, these bugs!”
“I tell you what, Eddie,” Kendry said, “we’ll herd Perry outta here, let you get some ... whatever you want that isn’t a babbling tech freak. I’ll have some staff come move the gear out of your space.”
“You do that, Kendry. And start working on how best to use this stuff.”
“I could slap a trace on GOD with this gear. He’d never know a thing!”
“C’mon Perry, you’ve got a date to touch yourself,” Kendry said. “Don’t make us carry you.”
“My love?” Tamara said.
“Huh ... uh ... hello sweetheart...”
“How are you feeling?”
Eddie bit back a sigh, a move that didn’t fool Tamara at all.
“C’mon, out with it, my love.”
“Just ... frustrated. Bored. Tired of this gawddamn bed. I want the fuckin’ Blue Fairy to pop in an’ make me a real boy again.
“Enough whinin’. Tell me something good.”
“Let’s see ... Rachel is behaving so much better now that you’re home. Being able to just be put her in her wheelchair and bring her downstairs – well, that part is still a little arduous for the rest of us – but it’s heaven for her.”
“Heaven for me too ... although it’d be even better – and easier – if I could just walk upstairs and see her. Any word on a ramp or an elevator?”
“Radhika’s taking bids for an elevator installation. It’s not going to be cheap, putting a large freight elevator in...”
“No ... but we need one for other reasons too, so I’m not feeling too bad. Any word on Kelly?”
“Not since she let us know she was safely at the guest lodge at Ha’oli Mala.”
“And Margo?”
“Since she decided to go in-patient at Timberland, no.”
“Goddamn this is a fucking mess.”
“Yes. Yes it is, Edward. But it’s a mess that’s fixable and the man that did this to you will never hurt anyone else ever again.”
“Not least of all, Karen. Yeah ... one thing that’s occurred to me.”
“What, love?”
“Margo’s PTSD was caused by the attack on Harry.”
“That’s the theory, yes.”
“Two other people were involved in that attack.”
“Harry and Carol...”
“Yeah ... that’d be the two I was thinking of.”
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Jason
“This is the day, isn’t it?” he murmured.
Pia and Yin stopped massaging his back.
“Bitches, did anyone tell you to stop?” Noc said, glaring at them.
“No, Milady,” they said in unison, returning to their lessons.
“Yes, today’s the day,” Noc replied. “Little subbies peeking in, making sure you’re still occupied was my eighth clue.”
“Do I want to know what your first seven clues were?”
“You can ask and I will answer.”
“Noc, what were your first seven clues the ‘last plane’ had arrived?”
“One, unlike some lazy Master types, I was downstairs this morning having coffee when the first truck arrived.”
“Come on,” Jason groaned. “Eva and Randi kept me up til 4.”
“Subbies, and subbie pussy-”
“And ass!”
“And ass kept you up til 4. You should have better self control.”
She paused, correcting the placement of Yin’s hands.
“Jason,” she said, “sometimes you forget that subbies serve you. Yes, you have your obligations to them, but that doesn’t mean you have to stay up til all hours exhausting them.”
“I enjoy that!”
“Yes,” Noc sighed, “and that’s where the self control comes in. You knew the ‘last plane’ was coming in this morning. Those subbies aren’t going anywhere. Neither does pussy or ass go stale without refrigeration.”
“True ... and I did ignore Otter’s reminder about this morning when she stuck her head in about 1. It is still morning, right?”
“Yes, for another, oh, forty-or-do minutes.”
“What were the rest of your clues?”
“No further were needed, but I’ll lay them out anyway, not in chronological order.