Oil of Roses: With a Fiery Sword
Copyright© 2025 by Jim Reader
Chapter 8: Friday, March 2, 2007 – Saturday, March 3, 2007
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 8: Friday, March 2, 2007 – Saturday, March 3, 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
Jason
He woke up sandwiched between Abby behind him and Magda in front. Jason kissed Magda’s upper back and neck, caressing her side.
“Mmm, Sir,” she replied, “if you’re offering, this pet accepts.”
“You’re just a cuddle slut,” he murmured.
“Well ... not just cuddles, Sir...”
“Scoot over, slut,” he said, rolling onto his back as she did so, trying hard not to wake Abby.
“Yes Sir...”
“Your choice, dick or face.”
“Oh, face, Sir...”
Some time later, Otter’s voice penetrated the happy fog of eating Magda’s pussy.
“Sir! Jason! Time to shower! Breakfast is waiting, you’ve got class this morning. Up and at ‘em.”
Magda was pulled up and off his face by Otter’s strong arms.
“Slut!” Otter growled. “He better be showered, dried, and clothed in fifteen minutes or I personally will light up your ass like a Christmas tree!”
“Yes, Mila ... yes, Otter!”
“Good, you can be taught. Now move!”
Jason stumbled to his feet, Magda pulling on his arm.
“Sir, we only have fifteen minutes!”
“No, slut, you only have fifteen minutes. I have as much time as I care to take.”
“Well, Sir, will you lotion my bottom after Otter beats me?”
“Of course.”
“I’d still prefer we avoid that if at all possible, Sir.”
“Then go get the shower going, I need to make a stop.”
He used the toilet, commenting “I think I’ve gotten a little too used to having a piss slut around.”
“Well, Sir,” Magda said, checking the water temperature, “I don’t think you’ll be too far away from one for the rest of your life.”
“Probably not...” he said, looking at her hips twitching. “I’ll get started, it’s your turn on the toilet.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
The water was hot enough to both soothe and invigorate. Jason stood there, letting it beat some life into him while he waited for Magda.
There were times it seemed almost unforgivably lazy to let his people make his life so very easy ... but then he thought of the day’s time in the gym, their training with Helen, and cut himself some slack.
He washed his face, thinking he’d never get used to someone doing that for him.
Magda stepped into the shower and grabbed the shampoo.
“Magda...”
“Yes Sir, turn please...”
Jason turned and she wet down his hair with the shower wand.
“Does a true submissive, like you ... well, that’s dumb, Jason. Do you really get satisfaction from serving someone?”
“Are you gratified by service when you’re in a submissive space, Sir?”
“Yeah, but that’s all sexual ... or at least it seems like it to me.”
She worked the shampoo into his hair.
“Do you enjoy doing nice things for your people, Sir?”
“Yeah...”
“That warm feeling, that good feeling, is a submissive’s goal, Sir. We want to live in that place, taking care of people and having our service acknowledged and appreciated.
“Now, Sir, time to rinse.”
Donna
Jason had been distracted all morning, there was no hiding it. Donna waited, hoping he’d say something about it.
And he did.
“Get all spouses, concubines, advisors ... fuck, I’ll just bring it up after lunch ... make sure everyone is there.”
“You wanna give me a hint what’s going on?”
“Yeah ... how our being selfish endangers everyone.”
“Okay, heavy stuff.”
“Yeah. Please make sure Parker’s there as well.”
Luckily, lunch on school days was light – because of training afterward – and she was able to gather everybody and still have time to eat.
Jason
“I see everyone’s here. Thanks, Donna, for making that happen.
“I’ve been thinking about Consuela. About her hospitalization. About how we’re all thankful it wasn’t any worse. I’ve been thinking about Drag. About his memorial service. About how it was just dumb luck that those wanna-be bounty hunters found out we were in Hawaii.
“If we stay here, it won’t be dumb luck if someone gets hurt, if someone gets dead.
“The plan calls for us pushing our luck. Not like we’re putting up a neon sign or anything, but we’re not being as cautious as we have been.
“We’re making ourselves a harder target, as Parker says. We’re gambling that no one’s stupid or crazy enough to attack us when we’re so openly prepared.
“Lots of security. High tech cameras and night vision gear and body armor and lots of weapons.”
He stopped for a moment, settled himself.
“And all I can think of is standing up at another memorial, admitting that one of our people died because of us.
“Because we were tired of running.”
Parker raised his hand.
“Yeah, Parker...” Jason said.
“So you’re rethinking staying put?”
“Yes.”
“Okay ... lemme gather my thoughts, let someone else speak.”
“Who next? Yes, Jackie.”
“I wish I could kiss you right now.”
“I wish you could kiss me right now too but let’s let that wait until after this discussion.”
“You’re thinking outside of yourself,” she continued. “You’re not just thinking about what you want, but about what’s best for all of your people. That’s all I have to say right now.”
“Thank you. Next ... Yan.”
“I don’t wanna move. I don’t. But ... let’s move. I don’t want a memorial to be because we were whiny cunts.”
There was a lot of agreement from the others.
“Consuela.”
“Playing devil’s advocate,” she said, standing up.
“Okay.”
“There’s this tendency to think moving you makes you safer ... but looking around, moving you and all your shit is more like moving a three-ring circus. I know a lot of your baggage and big black chairs and shit will travel separately but this many people, even with groups maybe traveling different routes, is a lot of ... it’s a lot.
“So, we move all of you and your carry-ons in some very cunning plan of Parker and Madam Gao’s and we get all your other baggage delivered to you and there’s just no goddamn way we haven’t attracted someone’s attention.
“Now, how likely is it that none of them are looking for you? I don’t know.
“My point is, moving you attracts attention. Moving other people – like Kari Maxwell here and back – is a much smaller operation, less noticeable.”
“You make a good point,” Jason said. “And I like the three-ring circus comparison.
“Who’s next?” he continued.
“Me,” Otter said, standing up. “Got a question for Parker. How necessary are people on the walls? I mean, can the cameras do the job better than people?”
Parker stood as Otter sat down.
“The infra-red cameras are better than our eyes, even at night when we’re wearing the low-light gear. But ... I’m old-fashioned enough to still want human eyes looking out over the area from the walls and roofs.”
“Anything else you wanna say, Parker?” Jason asked.
“Yeah, but not right now, still thinking how to put it.”
“Okay, take your time. Who’s next?”
Yan stood up.
“If we were to move, where would we want to go? Plum Blossom has holdings on every continent except Antarctica, so...”
Jason sat back and listened to the discussion. Eventually there seemed to be a consensus.
“Let me see if I got this right,” Jason said. “Someplace like Hawaii that isn’t Hawaii although going back to Molokai would be great but we can’t do that but someplace warm with clear fields of fire and limited access.”
There was a lot of laughter.
Parker raised his hand.
“You finally ready to talk, Parker?” Jason said.
“Yeah. Look, first off ... I hear what you’re saying about not wanting someone’s injury or death falling on your heads because you were tired of moving. I get that and I appreciate that sentiment.
“Here’s the thing. It wasn’t your fault. It’s not your fault. It will never be your fault.”
Parker held up his hands, forestalling comment.
“And even though the wintry conditions here are not as nice as they’ll be in a couple of months, this place is solid. It’s not a fortress, but it could damn sure play one on TV.”
He paused as his audience laughed.
“This is as good a place as we’re likely to find, we can continue to make it better.
“When you said you were tired of running ... I understood. And Consuela’s right. If there are people in the area looking for you? Moving again is a bad idea. If there aren’t? Why move?”
Parker paused for a moment.
“The security staff are taking all possible safety precautions. With the addition of the infrared cameras, anyone trying to collect those bounties will have to work hard to get within range to hurt any of us.
“I advise we stay.”
“All in favor of staying?” Jason said.
The response was unanimous.
Claudia caught up with Jason on his way to the gym.
“Okay ... while I agree with all you and your people have said ... I ... this is not the life I want for myself.”
“No problem, Claudia,” Jason said. “At least not on this end of things. How will this play with Chorale?”
“I imagine your step-father will be okay with it, the same with Carol. Don’t know and don’t much care what the others think of it.”
She stopped and thought for a moment.
“I understand my former House’s requirement for someone to marry the Grimes – and I may end up filling that role – but if I do, it’s in my ... habitat, I guess.
“I realize it sounds ... silly ... to turn down a life in a family with the connections you have, with a future buoyed up by what’s essentially a blank check from Plum Blossom.”
“Doesn’t sound too silly to me,” Jason said. “To be separated from the life you’d built, the people you know, to marry a bunch of strangers who come with a pretty big load of baggage.”
“Yeah ... however ... do you want a marriage with someone from my old House?”
“If it serves some purpose, political or something, yeah, we’re okay with it.”
“Okay, do you require your spouse to be a Dominant?”
“No. I don’t require they be Dominant, submissive, male, female, anything. I mean, this isn’t my idea in the first place.”
“Okay ... I get back home, we’ll work on finding you someone who wants to be here. We can do something like the video conference you did with Kari.”
“Sounds good to me. Okay, if you feel you can, would you wait until we get the vehicle barriers in place before you leave?”
“Monday, right?”
“Yeah, the company’s promising them in place by the end of the day.”
“Fair enough.
Harry
“Well, I got to say you handled that situation better than we did at this end.”
“Thanks, Dad. How’s Mother Margo?”
“Better,” Harry replied. “At least for the moment.”
“You sound tired,” Jason said.
“I am. But that will pass. Other than putting in our appearances at the club, there isn’t a damn thing on my schedule this weekend.”
Jason was quiet for a moment.
“Are you sure this is the kind of ‘tired’ relaxing can fix?”
“No, son. I’m pretty sure it isn’t. But I am sure rest and relaxation is as good as it’s going to get for a while.
“What’s on your schedule?”
“Well,, coming up on a calming cocktail hour, ‘Llita is making something Italian this evening ... I can already smell it and it’s going to be divine. After that, gaming.”
“And after gaming?”
“I’d love to say wild and unrestrained sex throughout every building in the estate ... but in reality, I’m planning a quiet night with Donna and Abby.”
“Quiet...”
“Relatively quiet.”
“How go things with your surrogate mother?”
“Mixed bag. Really hard to be gentle and loving when I’m pretending she is my mom.”
“You didn’t seem to have a problem with her ... or not that great a problem ... when I saw you together in Hawaii, or here.”
“That’s because she wasn’t naked and in ‘fuck me’ mode.”
“Good point.”
“I’ve been informed I’m calling Mom Tuesday, something my wives want me to do. Dunno why.”
“You okay with the suspense?”
“More or less. It’s important, and they seem to think I should have some time to deal with it. And tomorrow Kari comes for a visit. Pretty sure that’s going to be a lot of fun. Maybe we’ll be able to convince her I don’t need anymore presents.”
“Yeah, lemme know how that works out for you.”
“You sound kinda doubtful, Dad.”
“I am. Look, when it started, she wanted an alliance. She’s had that in the bag ... pretty much from the start. I think this visit, friendship with no pressure, this is what she’s wanted all along.”
“So...”
“She’s been giving extravagant gifts because she can and it pleases her. Don’t be surprised if she shows up with gifts tomorrow.”
“Shit. Hadn’t thought of that.”
“Don’t let it eat your head. If it makes her happy, let her do it.”
“More worried it might be more livestock.”
“Getting crowded?”
“Maybe a little ... I just don’t want her to take that as a challenge.”
“I hear you’re talking with our son Tuesday.”
“Yes sir.”
“Feeling formal are you?”
Gloria turned her face away.
“Yes sir.”
“All right, what’s going on?”
“Are you asking Jason’s mother or your slut?”
“Both.”
Gloria turned to face him.
“Harry ... I know why Jason has the problems he does, why he might be helped by a surrogate mother.”
“That’s...”
“Yeah.”
“And he just acted like it never happened?”
“Harry, I’m pretty sure he’s in total denial that it ever did happen. It ... it was a moment of weakness and I’ve regretted it every single day since. Literally – every single day.”
“And so...”
“Denise knows, but she doesn’t want to be the one who tells him – and she shouldn’t be. It should be me. I just...”
“Yeah ... that’s going to be rough. I’ll be with you during, if you’d like.”
Gloria grabbed him, burying her head in his shoulder, sobbing.
She mumbled something unintelligibly.
“Okay, honey, you’re going to have to repeat that...”
“You don’t hate me...”
Harry hugged her tightly.
“No ... like you, I’m not happy it happened, but it did. I understand not wanting to bring it up in case Jason really had blocked it out. But I agree with his spouses.
“It’s time.”
“I’d very much like you to be there.”
“Then I will be.”
Dominique
“We’ll be there as soon as we can...”
“By that time it’ll all be over and done with,” Sinfonia moaned. “Can you take in everyone who is living here? Otherwise the cops are running them in for vagrancy or some bullshit.”
“Send them. Tell the staff not to worry – nobody’s out of a job, paychecks will keep coming, no matter how long this shit continues.”
“Boss...”
“Sinfonia, they’re going to continue and it’s all going to be okay. Any press?”