Lotus Valley
Copyright© 2025 by Dylan Dekker
Prologue: August 12, 1927
BDSM Sex Story: Prologue: August 12, 1927 - Lotus Valley, once the site of an experimental matriarchal commune, hides secrets of forbidden desires and power. When four college friends arrive for a birthday getaway, they awaken spectral echoes of wild, gender-reversed parties—where women rule and men submit. The group gradually succumbs to the hidden energies of female empowerment, and find unspoken urges inside them awakening. A romantic and sultry tale of femdom and male obedience.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Mind Control Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Historical Horror Mystery Paranormal Ghost Magic Sharing BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Group Sex Orgy Black Female Oral Sex Pegging Safe Sex
Crash.
The sound of a vase hitting the floor. Stumbling, manic crowd. Pieces of ceramic on the ground. Glass and alcohol. Rattling pedestals. Tipping furniture. Blood pooling between tiles. Cacophonous shouts of confusion. The overwhelming scent of gunpowder.
“This is the police. You’re surrounded.” Streaming moonlight. Flames burning up a chair.
Every exit inescapable, yet every one attempted. A man leaping from a window, hoping to reach the water. Violent thumps. Bodies on bodies. A dress tearing against a nail. Slippery pools of sweat.
A woman, barely dressed, struggling her way into the woods. The sound of a gunshot. The rough wind making its way through broken windows. The thud of boots on the hard, polished floor.
“I’m sorry, Minnie.” Tears. Smudges of makeup. Half-dried hair. “I’m sorry for everything the last two years.”
“Don’t be, Bug.” The feel of a warm kiss. A cheek, then lips. “I’m sorry. But it’s going to be all right. We’re going to be all right.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Crack.
The shatter of glass on the floor, against the wall, against a nightstick. The helpless flow of alcohol into the floorboards. The smell of sea air wafting in through wide-open doors. A woman pleading to be released. The deep grunt and the gruesome sound of a fist to a face. Thud. The angry shout of “Deviants!” rippling through hallways.
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