Oil of Roses: With a Fiery Sword
Copyright© 2025 by Jim Reader
Chapter 9: Saturday, March 3, 2007
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 9: 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
Li Kuan
She looked out over the city of Palu from the grounds of the Nosarara Nosabatutu Peace Monument.
Li Kuan was aware of a young man moving into position beside her, and smiled to herself, preparing to vent some frustration on him when he made his move.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it,” he said, in passable English.
“They always are – from a distance,” Li Kuan replied. “Like a lot of things, it isn’t ugly until you’re down in it.”
“That’s dark,” he replied. “How about I take you dancing and lighten your mood?”
“Not fucking likely.”
“Well, okay then, no harm in trying,” he said. “Have a good evening.”
Li Kuan was astounded to hear him walking away. Maybe there were some decent people left in the world.
“Although if you could point me toward a good restaurant,” she said, “I’d share a meal with you.”
He stopped.
“You like seafood?”
“Love it. The fresher the better.”
She turned, looking at him for the first time.
Not a bad distraction, if she wanted a distraction after dinner.
“My name is Vassie Wong,” she said.
“Putra Siahann. Pleased to meet you, Vassie. Fresh seafood it is.”
Jason
“I think I like sex with Denise more than sex with my Mom,” Jason said, lying face down on the bed. “Less baggage ... way less baggage.”
“You do seem very relaxed,” Noc said, sitting to the side, massaging his shoulders.
“Sir, I’ve got to say I enjoy it more as myself,” Denise said as Pia worked over her lower back.
“So, Denise, breakfast in here or shower and go downstairs?”
“Downstairs, Sir. We both need a shower.”
“Yes you do,” Noc said. “Your face is glazed like a donut and you’re more than a little whiff.”
“Why haven’t I had you beaten for your sass?” Jason said.
“Because, Sir, I’m the best choice to do the whipping,” Noc replied. “Although if you want me to self-flagellate, I can...”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Anybody know what time it is?”
“10:15 more or less,” Noc replied. “Kari is arriving around noon so we might want to get you two in the shower...”
“Sounds good,” Jason said. “I’m almost hungry enough to start eating my arm.”
“Almost, Sir?” Pia asked.
“‘Bout the only thing that’s stopping me is a lack of salt and pepper.”
“So, you nervous?” Yan said while Jason cut a bite of his omelet.
“Yeah ... I shouldn’t be, but ... it’s a political marriage, she’s already sold on the match...”
“But still...” Yan said.
“Yeah. It’s more that she needs friends who accept her and don’t expect anything of her ... I really want us to be those friends for her. In spite of some of her views, I think she’s a good person who deserves having...”
The silence hung around for a moment.
“Besties and confidantes,” his mother said.
“Exactly! Thanks for the assist, Mom!”
Last night had made it easier for him to deal with Denise-as-Gloria outside of the bedroom. Jason found himself feeling and thinking of her the way he would his actual mother if she were present. Angry, yes, but that was kept suppressed and with compassion and love at the fore.
“So, a little nervous but ... not that this horde of people isn’t enough of a ... community, I guess? But to have some new faces around ... I guess ... I don’t know. I’d like some people around who aren’t part of this constellation.”
“Well, if it helps any,” Donna said, “back in the Karghold, things were like a village rather than a large family or constellation. Now, one of the drawbacks of that kind of community is bitter disagreements don’t have any ‘family’ dampers and that means things get ugly quicker.
“Of course, our whole community was built around a combat arena for a reason.”
“Yeah ... I remember that arena. You gonna be upset if I don’t ask Grandmother to install one at Canglang?”
“Oh, I want one ... but not as a center of our community. I think Grandmother is planning something like her Zen garden at Hau’oli Mala for our home at Canglang, based on what Yan’s told me,” Donna replied.
“Suits me,” Jason said. “A place that’s calm and beautiful in the center of our lives? Yes, please.”
Kari Maxwell
She wanted ... she didn’t want ... she wanted to refuse to believe how nervous she was about her visiting Jason’s constellation. But she couldn’t.
“Skittish as a cat in a room full o’ rockin’ chairs,” Kari muttered, doing a fair imitation of her maternal grandmother.
“Mistress...” her submissive Jonyo said.
“Do not speak unless you are spoken to,” Kari snapped. “Trust me, you don’t want me to discipline you right now...”
Jonyo squeaked, “Yes, Mistress.”
Kari looked out the tinted window at the wintry Tuscan countryside. It was starkly beautiful, and Kari imagined how lovely it would be in spring. If things went well, she’d be around to see it.
“The problem is the difference in how we treat our submissives,” Kari murmured, wagging a finger at her companions, letting them know they were not to speak.
“I treat you filthy sluts as you should be treated...” Kari closed her eyes and shook her head.
“I treat you pathetic slaves as I think you should be treated,” she corrected herself. “Jason’s constellation comes at this from a different point of view. I must be tolerant and in turn hope for their tolerance.”
“Pardon me for overhearing,” Parker said from where he rode shotgun, “just wanted to reassure you - they’re a pretty tolerant bunch.”
“I know ... I just...”
“Yeah ... thinking about living in proximity to a bunch of people who don’t necessarily fall under your authority...”
“That’s part of it. The rest of it ... I like them. I believe they like me. I don’t want to screw that up.”
“If you communicate with them, openly and honestly, they’ll do the same.”
“And you think that’s all it will take?”
“Ma’am, I know my people. That’s all it will take.”
She looked out the window again, watching the white-shrouded countryside.
“Not gonna be easy, that.”
“No ma’am, it isn’t. But I have faith in you, just as I have faith in them.”
Otter
“Good afternoon, Mistress Maxwell,” she said, opening the SUV’s door. “My name is Otter, I’m the maitre ‘d. Did you have a pleasant journey?”
“Yes, Otter. I trust someone will see to my baggage and sluts. Lead the way to my fiancee.”
“Certainly.”
Otter was on high alert. She didn’t expect anything to go wrong when Kari Maxwell saw Jason and company, but if something did, she was prepared to cold-cock Kari and contain her. Even had zip-ties in a pocket of her cargo pants.
Not that she would need them, certainly not.
But just in case...
Jason
He hoped Kari wasn’t going to be upset he wasn’t using the thrones she’d sent ... seemed potentially way too pretentious.
Instead Jason, his wives, and concubines were seated at the table closest to the kitchen. Estrellita had bread fresh from the oven cooling and stood ready to produce more substantial fare if Kari was hungry.
A full coffee service was off to one side and Jason had a large mug full at his left.
He planned to greet her with a ‘howdy’ and invite her to sit.
Those plans went to hell as soon as Otter opened the door to usher his fiancee in.
Donna, Abby, Yan, Lizzy, Lori, and Magda erupted, running to assault Kari with hugs and kisses.
As the flurry of activity continued, Otter came and sat down on the far side from the coffee.
“I don’t imagine this was your plan?” she said.
“Nope. Wasn’t even consulted.”
“How do you feel about that?”
“I’m at peace with it. I mean, look at it from my point of view. Just my immediate spouses and such, six women ... two of whom could kill me in seconds. The others ... well, Yan would get Nocturnia involved and then I’d beg for a quick, clean death.
“This life, this adventure I’m on ... gotta keep things in the proper perspective.”
Otter snorted, trying to hold her laughter in.
“Go ahead,” Jason said, laughing. “Don’t bother holding it in.”
“I won’t,” Otter said, and chuckled. “Uh, you said ‘two’ ... who besides Donna?”
“Lori ... raised in the same Karghold under the same rules.”
“Huh ... yeah ... hadn’t even thought of that.”
“I did, asked her about it. She confirmed she could kick my ass up one side and down the other. So how are you doing since Susan’s departure?”
“I’m fine.”
`”Really?”
Otter stopped watching the ‘Festival of Love’ and turned to face him.
“Really.”
“I just thought...”
“Jason, your family is my life, my focus. I’ve watched all of you since she left – you in particular. You’re handling it well. That’s all that matters to me.”
“I don’t understand, and I don’t have to,” Jason replied. “I’m glad you’re okay.”
“Not that I’d mind ... not that you’d mind ... if she came back...”
“Wouldn’t mind at all,” Jason laughed.
Kari Maxwell
She hadn’t considered if she’d cry or not, open up her emotions that blatantly. Hadn’t even been a possibility going in.
Kari cried. Didn’t even try to hold it in.
Cynical by nature and nurture, she couldn’t deny the love that surrounded her, the acceptance that enfolded her, no matter how much she wanted to.
“You won’t tell...”
“No, Kari,” Yan murmured. “Only way anyone will know is if you tell them.”
“You could tell Jason...”
“No, Kari,” Abby said. “You can tell him if you want him to know.”
“Can all of you stay where you are until I get myself together?”
“No problem,” Donna replied. “We’ve got you.”
Jason
“Howdy, have a seat,” he said.
“Thank you,” Kari said, taking a seat before turning to Dona. “Coffee, medium blonde.”
“Yes Mistress.”
Jason noted the signs Kari had been crying but didn’t comment on it.
“So, finally you’re here for a visit. It’s good to see you.”
“It’s ... it’s really good to be here, and to see you.”
Jason smiled as Dona served Kari her coffee.
Kari took a sip and nodded.
“Perfect,” she said. “Is this Jamaican Blue Mountain?”
“Yes indeed. I’d never had it before we got here – Hau’oli Mala stocked some really good Kona. But now ... I’m thinking wherever we go, we’ll be stocking this.”
“Yeah, our husband’s turned into a coffee snob,” Yan said, sitting down beside Jason.
“There are certainly worse things to be a snob about,” Kari said before taking another sip.
“Now, our everyday coffee is a lovely Sumatran,” Donna said, sitting down beside Kari. “I just checked, your luggage and ladies are in your rooms. Unpacking has begun.”
“Thank you for checking.
“Sumatran is a great everyday coffee,” Kari agreed. “Back home, my everyday is Sagada, from the Philippines.
“But, instead of talking coffee ... let me say thank you for ... uh...”
“For having our friend come for an extended visit?” Jason said.
“Yes,” Kari said. “That.”
“Truly, really,” Yan said, “it’s no problem. We’re ecstatic you’ve come.”
“Uh ... so, is that fresh bread I smell?” Kari said.
“I really had no idea how hard this was going to be...” Kari said. “Not that I didn’t want to come, but ... how much I was afraid you would send me packing,” she continued, “even though I knew better I just...”
“Your own fears kept getting in your way,” Yan said. “I get that. Even now that I’m officially married-”
“Congratulations by the way!” Kari said. “What do you want for a wedding present?”
“Not gold jewelry or a Kitchen-Aid stand mixer – remind me to show you our hoard,” Yan said. “But even married, I’m still afraid someone’s going to tell me it was all just another cruel joke-”
“So not happening,” Jason said, hugging her.
“Yeah, I know ... just ... some fears don’t go away easy, if at all,” Yan finished.
“As to your question about wedding gifts,” Jason said, hoping he wasn’t about to fuck up, “we want you to allow us to build you a place, your own place, in our compound at Canglang. Now,” he said, waving off Kari’s protestation, “I haven’t checked with my spouses, but I’m pretty sure they’ll support this idea.”
“Our husband is brilliant,” Donna said, hugging Kari. “Say yes or we’ll put you out on the ice floes to die...”
“Yes ... and I’ll think of some other gift as well...” She held up her hand to forestall any argument. “And the place you have built for me Will. Be. Small. Three bedrooms, I’d prefer only two, a cozy but sybaritic bath ... yeah, that word sums up what I would like – cozy. Just plain cozy.”
“Well, Grandmother might overrule your specifications – but I don’t expect her to and she’s the only one who could,” Yan said, and kissed Jason.
Kari looked into her fiancee’s eyes.
“Thank you, Jason. I think all this is going to work out even better than I’d imagined.
Kari
“So, church, cocktails, and dinner? Every day?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Otter said. “Gaming on Friday night -”
“Gaming?”
“Yes, Mistress. Like ‘Dungeons & Dragons’...”
“Okay.”
“Cocktails and dinner on Sunday night are semi-formal, best table manners. I wouldn’t let them go to tea with the Queen just yet, but they wouldn’t embarrass themselves at most formal functions.,” Otter said, pride in her voice.
“Was this your idea?”
“Oh no, Mistress,” Otter said, chuckling. “All theirs. Yan suggested cocktail hours, I think it was Jason who decided formal dinner on Sundays.”
“And this ‘church’ thing?”
“Half hour of meditation, in a circle, holding hands. That originally came from Miss Carol.”
“Haven’t spent that much time with her but I can believe it. Anything else on the schedule?”
“Yes, Mistress. They have classes Monday-Wednesday-Friday, definitely hit the gym after that, then Donna and Jason go train in Helen Newton’s make-shift dojo.”
“On their honeymoon...”
“Yes.”
“Has the whole idea of a honeymoon escaped them?”
Otter laughed.
“No, Mistress Maxwell. But think for a minute ... if you had a price on your head, wouldn’t you work to make sure if you were threatened again you could fight? For Donna it’s more of a refresher course to be sure, and Lori should start working with Helen to maintain her skills, but Jason’s thrown himself into it with a will.”
“A macho thing or...”
“Or. He’s sure he won’t ever be as good as Donna, and from all reports he did well in their fight onboard the yacht, but he wants to do better should circumstances dictate.”
“Do you think this thing with the Newton siblings will ever be resolved?”
“Mistress ... I don’t know. Plans are underway to kill them, but will that end the violence?
“I don’t know. That worries me more than it might appear at first glance.”
“True, you do appear to be a happy-go-lucky drill instructor...”
Otter laughed.
“Yeah, that’s me. But our security is very good, and I have to believe they’ll eventually be able to live out in pubic.
“With security escorts.”
“Of course.”
“Yes, of course.”
Harry
“Fuckin’ hell...”
“Sir, I told you you should have stopped drinking earlier last night,” Carol said.
“I know ... and I should’ve hydrated more ... fuuuuck...”
“Esther should have coffee down here in a bit,” Carol said. “You get another glass of water down, Sir, give the ibuprofen a chance to work, then have coffee.
“Do you want me to order breakfast?” she finished.
“No ... wait ... yeah, but I’ll eat at the family table ... just gotta get there ... after coffee.”
“Shower, Sir?”
“I’ve got enough booze oozing out of my pores to get an Irishman drunk so yeah...”
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