Oil of Roses: With a Fiery Sword
Copyright© 2025 by Jim Reader
Chapter 5: Thursday, February 22, 2007
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 5: Thursday, February 22, 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
Yan
Coming downstairs, she saw Otter was working the subs hard.
“You all sit over there, get something to drink, I’ll have the gifts brought to you,” Otter said. “And no shit about my disrespectful attitude – I’m working hard to keep from breaking my foot off in some of these lazy bitches’ asses.”
“She sounds stressed,” her new mother-in-law Gloria said.
“Otter gets that way, but I don’t worry about her,” Jason said. “She doesn’t get ulcers, she gives them.”
“Fuckin’ A right,” Otter replied.
Jason ordered a round of hot chocolate for everyone and they all settled in for the obscene show Yan knew was coming.
“Hope you like gold,” she said to Jason.
“I like the color okay ... more of a silver fan than gold.”
“Well, this is going to suck for you,” Yan said. “Chinese wedding gifts come in two varieties – cold hard cash and warm solid gold.”
“We talking bullion or what?” Jason laughed.
“No smartass, bags of gold dust straight from the California gold fields,” Yan said. “For real, more gold jewelry than you can imagine, probably none of it subtle. Earrings, necklaces, rings, bracelets, and the only purpose for it is to be seen wearing it.”
“I imagine it started as portable wealth, Mistress,” Lizzy said.
“So my grandmother says,” Yan replied. “I think it’s an embarrassing show of ostentation myself. And as portable wealth ... I imagine if Jason and I wore it all we’d be less than portable.”
“Master, Mistress,” Constance said as she approached their table, “Dr. Chuikov and I have installed all the equipment and supplies in North. It will do for anything not demanding a hospital.”
“Thank you so much, Constance,” Jason said. “Darlings, remind me to thank Dr. Chuikov as well.”
“Okay, starting you off with some of the red envelopes,” Otter said.
“Hong bao,” Yan said. “Who wants to keep track of the present registry?”
“May I, Mistress?” Magda said.
“Fine, you’ve got it,” Yan said. “You opening them or am I, husband?”
“Let’s take turns,” Jason replied.
He picked up a red envelope, peering at it.
“I hope you read ... Mandarin?” Jason said.
“Yes, Mandarin, and I do,” Yan said. “I’ll help Magda with the names.”
Opening the envelope, Jason said, “Uh...”
“Take your time, husband,” Yan replied, laughing.
A moment later, Jason announced, “As a wedding gift a cashiers check for $80,000?”
“Yeah, multiples of eight are considered lucky,” Yan said. “Lizzy darling, you handle recounting as necessary and confirming the amounts.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Husband, close your mouth. It’s only gonna get worse.”
“Otter, that all the hong bao?”
“Yeah, your grandmother had them all packed in one crate, Mistress.”
“Who the fuck are all these people?” Jason said.
“Family and people who do business with our family, and people beholden in some way to our family. Rest assured, Grandmother will want a full accounting of every envelope, every gift.
“You have a total for me, Lizzy?”
“Yes, Mistress. I do want to do another count, just to be sure, but I’m confident with saying over $640,000.”
“Shit...” Jason said, almost a moan.
“Baby, it’s okay,” Yan said. “Money isn’t everything.”
Donna
She was proud of her family ... and proud of the marriages her husband had been chosen for.
A very different mindset than the Karghold and she was very, very okay with that. Donna foresaw a time in the future when she and her husband ... she and her whole family ... would be a force in San Francisco Society.
And funds would not be a problem.
As the gold wedding jewelry piled up on the table, Yan said, “Warned you...”
“And this is all real gold?” Jason asked.
“Yeah, all of it solid gold, probably all 22-karat.”
` “Is that the best gold?” Abby asked.
“No, 24-karat’s best but shit for making jewelry out of,” Yan replied. “Too pure means it’s goddamn soft. No, the impurities in 22-karat make it the best for jewelry.”
“Do we want to take a guess how much all this jewelry weighs?” Donna said.
“No, not even after all of it’s on the table,” Yan said. “We log it and put it somewhere very safe ... and write a whole lot of ‘thank you’ cards. Most of that we can foist off on our subbies-”
“No,” Jason said. “The cards you and I write, Yan. I’m okay with subs writing the addresses on the envelopes. But how the hell are we going to mail them?”
“We pack them up in a box and mail them to a another PO box somewhere. I know Grandmother has a box in Cancun ... from there the box is remailed to Grandmother, then she’ll post them from San Francisco,” Yan said. “I’ll finalize that with her this evening ... once we get everything unpacked.”
“And that may take a while,” Donna said.
“Did any of these people realize how much of a hassle it’s going to be to move these?” Donna said. “They weigh a ton!”
“And why the hell did we get five KitchenAid mixers in the first place?” Jason said.
“Sir, bite your tongue,” Estrellita said. “Those are worth their weight in 24-karat gold as far as I’m concerned. I mean ... even for me, five is excessive, but you can never have too many KitchenAid stand mixers.”
“‘Llita, are you going to be pleasuring yourself on one of them?” Lizzy asked.
“No ... but I will occasionally run my hands over their smooth lines, moan in pleasure, and maybe drool a little.”
“And that’ll be entertaining too,” Donna said. “So, five KitchenAid’s, a whole lot of very nice bondage gear, a fair amount of money ... what’s the total for the groom’s side of Society?”
“In the neighborhood of $100,000,” Magda replied.
“Anything left?”
She was feeling ... out of sorts ... as nothing had shown up from House Chorale itself.
“This last box is from ... the Bondage Fairy?” Otter said.
Jason laughed.
“Three guesses who these gifts are from,” he said.
“Your step-parents?” Yan said.
“Yep, pretty certain that’s them,” Jason replied.
Randi handed Otter something and Otter looked at it, laughed, and headed for the table.
“The Bondage Fairy sent an autographed photo,” Otter said, sliding it across the table to Jason.
Donna leaned over to look.
“Oh my,” she said, taking in the photo of Carol, clad in a sparkly pale blue leather outfit – straps, straps, straps, and more straps, with buckles everywhere, hugging Carol’s body tightly, only her face exposed, with a pair of matching fairy wings. The wings’ ribs were made of some metal, Donna imagined aluminum, frosted blue, with the rest shiny blue chains, like they were sections of a spider’s web.
“Put us in and that woman in a room, food delivered,” Donna said, “swear to god we wouldn’t come out til someone died...”
“You ain’t lyin’,” Jason said. “All the Chorale in-laws are hot, but Carol...”
Gloria leaned in.
“That’s your step-mother, baby? I don’t know how you have any fantasies left over for me...”
“Mom ... Mom, I’m a teenage guy – my fantasy supply is infinite.”
“No shit ... uh, Mom,” Donna said. “Some time we’ll all get stoned and let him tell you some of them. There will be fucking, oh yes there will.”
“Sounds fun,” Gloria said. “I can’t wait.”
Neither can I, Donna thought.
“So, what else is in there?” Jason said.
“Uh ... whoa ... says here they’re having some hellacious big ass beds delivered to our homes at Canglang and Ha’oli Mala ... honest to god, they look huge...” Otter said.
“Holy shit,” Jason said, “they’re giving us orgy beds!”
“What?” Yan said.
“Oh honey,” Donna said, “They’re like, at least fifteen by fifteen ... do they mention the size, Otter?”
“Lemme check... shit! Twenty by twenty!”
“The frame,” Donna continued, “is almost ... fuck that, it is industrial strength heavy metal, with very tall bedposts ... how many, Otter?”
“Four on every side, one on each corner and two between, they’re all industrial I-beams! They’re padded for the most part, and they form a grid over the bed...”
“And restraint points everywhere. It’s larger versions of what I got them for their wedding!”
“Okay...” Yan said, looking less confused, but still a bit at sea.
“Yan,” Jason said, “we could suspend Bethany and Djamila and Kerri over the bed, and the bed frame would more than handle the weight! Four hundred square feet of bed!”
Donna saw all the possibilities start to hit Yan.
“I’m not sure how often we’ll sleep there,” Donna said, “because I know how our husband loves his fuck-pits...”
“I do,” Jason said, “but the beds will get used, trust me!”
“Everything else in the box is the specs for the beds, stuff like that ... and some letters addressed to all of you.”
“Jason, why don’t you call Dad and give him our thanks,” Donna said.
Jason
“Dad! Oh my god, thank you all for the beds!”
` Harry laughed, a strained laugh, but a laugh nonetheless.
“You’re more than welcome, son ... we wanted a gift that wasn’t just money – not that money isn’t nice, but it’s impersonal.”
“Let me guess, the Bondage Fairy came up with the idea.”
“Bless her, yes she did,” Harry replied.
“Dad, tell me she looks as hot in the outfit for real as she does in the picture...”
“Of course she does,” Harry said. “My only ... well, future complaint since I can’t do anything about it now, is how long it will take to get her out of it. I mean, most of the fun bits are accessible with only a little effort, but getting her out of it completely? That does take some time.”
“Tell her we’re all very eager to drag her off to play.”
“Will do...”
“Dad, you okay? You sound ... off.”
“Uh ... let me fill you in on what’s happened...”
“Shit...”
“Let me reiterate, son ... none of this is your fault, no matter what Margo says. This is her PTSD talking...”
“Yeah,” Jason said, “I get that ... but ... that doesn’t mean it’s not how she feels, really...”
Harry was quiet for a few moments, then said, “You don’t know how much I wish I could refute that. It’s just ... if you’re right, I have to believe her anger is taking small irritations and making them huge.”
“Given what she said about you and Carol and Kelly ... I hope you’re right, Dad.”
“Yeah ... look, you need anything? We can make a care package, send it on to arrive ... someday.”
“We’re good, Dad. Where we are is very nice, we have everything we need – oh, and we have our own sorta-kinda clinic now. Pregnant women, you know?”
“I’m glad,” Harry replied. “Creative forbid anything happens, but I’m glad y’all’re covered for the less-than-critical issues.
“So, it’s confirmed – Magda, Lori, and Abby?”
“Yes sir. Dr. Chuikov has checked them over and they’re pregnant. It’s our hope Yan is, or will be as soon as possible.
“And...”
Harry let Jason take his time.
“Dad ... when Grandmother visited, she traveled with her doctor ... we’re all ... nervous, I guess, about her health.”
“Given her age, that is something to be concerned about, son.”
“Before meeting her the first time ... I was so nervous, I couldn’t imagine loving her, you know? But I do, we all do, and...”
“Yeah ... you’ve already had to deal with the death of your father ... it is going to happen, almost certainly sooner than we wish. All of you just need to be there for each other. Love really can help you through anything, and you’re surrounded by a lot of love.”
“Thanks, Dad...”
“You’re always welcome, son.”
“Oh, one last thing...”
“Yes, Jason?”
“Tell Mom I’m about to take her upstairs and do everything ... everything I’ve always wanted to do.”
“She’ll be very happy to hear that. We’ve discussed that. She said something to the effect of “I hope he fucks the shit out of her”.”
“Well then, tell her I’m on the job.”
“Will do, son,” Harry laughed. “Love you.”
“Love you too, Dad.”
Abby
She walked in and slapped Gloria in the face, hard.
“I have had it with you, you teasing whore!”
“What ... what have I done?” Gloria said, tears welling up in her eyes.
Abby reached around and grabbed Gloria’s hair at the base of her neck, pulling her close.
“You fucking garbage-slut! You’ve thrown yourself at your son, you’ve done everything but rape him...”
Gloria tried to shrink away, but Abby wouldn’t let her.
“And last night, drunk off your fat ass,” Abby snarled, “you were thinking about doing that, weren’t you?”
“No ... I just ... I love him!”
“Yes, that was very plain, shoving your tongue halfway down his throat! Caressing his cock through his pants! Putting his hands on your breasts! Pressing him against the wall, not letting go of him when he asked, when he begged you to!”
“I...”
“I’m sick of it, ‘Mom’,” Abby snarled. “You leave him confused and conflicted and every time I have to clean up the mess!
“You want to get fucked, by your own son, I’m going to make that happen!”
Abby pushed Gloria face down on the bed.
“Say ‘thank you’, cunt!”
“No ... I don’t...”
Abby got down to hiss in her ear, “Don’t lie to me, you pathetic slut. The time for lies is long past. Admit it! Say it, cunt!”
“I ... I don’t...” Gloria sobbed.
“Swear to god, slut, I’m going to have you hanging on the cross while Noc whips you fucking bloody!”
“No ... I ... I love him...”
“That’s not in question, slut! Say it! Say ‘Abby, I want my son to fuck me’! Say it! Say it before I have you really hurt!”
“Abby ... I ... I want my son ... I want him to fuck me...”
Jason
“I think we can accommodate you, Mom,” Jason said from the doorway. “Abby sweetheart, tie her hands behind her back.”
“Gladly,” Abby said. “Hold still, you teasing whore.”
“Jason ... baby ... I ... please...”
He stooped and pulled off her thong, handed it to Abby.
“Shove this in her mouth. I really don’t want to listen to her.”
“Yeah, she’s already said the most important thing,” Abby replied, taking the thong. “Oh, damp. I’ll bet she’s already primed.”
Jason ran his finger through her labial lips.
“What a surprise,” he said. “She is.”
He opened his robe, looking at his mother laid out before him.
“Mom, I wish I felt good about this ... I don’t know, maybe it’s better I don’t.”
She squealed something behind the thong in her mouth.
“Whatever,” he replied, moving forward, caressing her hips as he positioned himself between her thighs.
Sliding inside her – warm, wet, and wriggling – he felt tears welling up, slowly rolling down his cheeks.
All the times she’d come home drunk and horny, mostly naked as she hugged him, slurring as she tried to molest him; the nights he’d been afraid to go to sleep, afraid he’d wake up to her sucking him off, or worse; the times she’d come in and rubbed herself all over his friends, her cunt fragrant ... he was lucky nobody’s parents had called CPS.
He hadn’t been who she needed back then, but thanks to Abby and Donna, Yan and Lizzy ... Jason was ... well, he was much closer to being who she needed him to be.
“Pull out the gag,” he said as he stopped moving, hearing her muffled protests.
“Quiet, Mom, or we’ll leave you like this...”
Gloria quieted and Abby pulled the thong out of her mouth.
“Very short answers, Mom. Don’t make the mistake of getting too wordy.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You ... you...”
“Where will you live now?”
“With you ... serving you...”
“Good answer. Say ‘thank you’,” Jason said, trying to choke back his tears.
“Mmmm ... thank you, baby...”
“Gag her again, my love...” he sobbed, beginning to thrust into her again.
Abby
She watched her husband and his surrogate mother ... and Abby still wasn’t sure if this was a good idea or a bad one.
“Did you think it was right to embarrass me in front of the few friends I had, Mom? Were your needs so much more important than mine?”
He leaned over, grabbed her hair, and pulled it, jerking her head up. Gloria cried out in pain behind the gag.
“Careful, my love, don’t injure the slut.”