Lotus Valley
Copyright© 2025 by Dylan Dekker
Chapter 7
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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
Charlotte tests the water with a finger. Perfect temperature. She climbs in and slowly lowers herself. Johnny Cash - her father’s favorite, and by extension, hers - plays on her phone. With a long, slow breath, she lays back. The tub has a carved space for her head. She wishes it weren’t facing a wall-sized mirror, as she feels awkward watching herself, but she can’t complain. Or, at least, she won’t, given how soothed she feels. Fresh off an earthquake of orgasms, having her chores done for her, and her whole body soaking in warmth, her muscles and her mind are loose.
Alex, though. This is unusual for him. Not to think ill of him. She doesn’t think ill of him. It’s just that his love language isn’t exactly favors and attention. He shows his love by opening himself to her and sharing his life with her in ways he’s unwilling to with anyone else. Is that a love language? It doesn’t matter. The point is, he’s different here. She worries if he’s genuinely enjoying himself. Maybe she just guilted him yesterday. Maybe he’s trying to overcompensate for ignoring her on their first night here. She shouldn’t have said anything. Now he’s giving her oral sex and expecting nothing in return but the chance to take over cleaning up from her.
But he’s not good at faking things. That’s the thing. He’s felt guilty and overcompensated before, but it was obvious. He’d pretend to be overly affectionate, but she could always tell when it was just to make up for some way he’d slighted her. Not now. As he’d stood up, his wet face had looked up at her with that kind of satisfaction he usually gets from his own release. She can’t really explain it, but she doesn’t doubt it. No, she didn’t cause this change in him. It’s something else.
It doesn’t escape her that male subservience was the founding principle of this place. Maybe he’s just playing out a role. He’s been burying himself in those journals, after all. If that’s what he’s doing, she wishes he’d told her. It’s hard to imagine herself taking some sort of authority over him. Making decisions, telling him what to do. Does she have that in her? If this is a game he’s playing, she’s happy to play along, but wishes she at least knew the rules so she could plan and prepare herself. How, exactly, could she play along with him? Not that she wasn’t enjoying herself already. Perhaps she’d already figured it out. But how far does he want to go with this? Does he want all that spanking and slapping stuff? She hopes not. She’s not sure she can handle that.
Or maybe his transformation is coming from somewhere more natural. She knows the difference between city and rural life. The latter is so much less stressful. She mainly knows Alex in a city context. They’ve been to Minnesota together, but had to stay with her family, which isn’t conducive to much fun for two young adults in love. Is he just someone else when they have space and privacy, when the weight of the urban rush is off their shoulders? Someone more attentive? If so, imagine Boulder. She knows being a mother won’t be all cunnilingus on countertops and baths after breakfast, but she could certainly use this version of Alex more.
It feels like there are fewer obstacles right now to her feeling safe. Alex always makes her feel safe, but she’s managed to speak up to him about a need. It’s not something she’s used to being able to do. Mel had a point: Having power, even in small amounts, is freeing. As long as he doesn’t want all that collars and cuffs sex. She doesn’t want to disrespect him. But ... tell him what to do? Maybe. Have him do some of the housework? Be a little more selfish in bed? Maybe. Maybe.
All her thoughts overwhelm her when she’s trying not to think so much. She releases a loud, heavy sigh, and hears a sigh back. She laughs. This bathroom has an echo. She slips back a little more and thinks about the way her heart stopped, then sped up, when he knelt earlier. So much lust in his look.
Her eyes close, and only the sounds of “Happiness is You” and the ocean fill the room. At some point later, she reopens them. Did she fall asleep? She isn’t sure. Maybe. She doesn’t have much of a sense of how long she’s been soaking, though through the window, it appears the sun has moved. She laughs as her whole self feels at ease, but decides it’s about time she leaves. A cozy bathrobe hangs from a hook, and warm slippers sit on a nearby shelf. She puts on both, the warmth enveloping her. Thoughts of Alex’s deference and hunger still fill her mind and her heart, and the sense memory still lingers on her skin.
Alex is in the bedroom with a book. She decides to let him research while idly wandering the halls. She doesn’t get far before seeing Mel, flush and overwhelmed. “Hey,” she says.
“Can I show you something?” Mel asks. Charlotte is usually good at reading Mel, but right now, Mel’s voice carries a confusing mix of excitement and trepidation.
“Yeah, of course.” They sit against a wall as Mel finds a video on her phone. She hands it to Charlotte, who immediately blushes. “Jesus Christ, Mel!” Recorded moans of pleasure fill the hallway. Despite her shock, Charlotte doesn’t look away, watching her best friend’s chest move up and down in shadow.
“What? You’ve seen my tits before.”
“Yeah, but not like this!” She feels the same sensation filling her as she does when Mel praises her. Though she’s not a regular user, she isn’t immune to pornography. She doesn’t generally watch camera angles that focus on a woman’s body, but she’s especially susceptible right now. She watches intently, unsure why. Her body is already sensitive and excited.
“Look in the corner. See that right there?”
“Yeah. What is that?”
Mel takes her phone back. “You might not believe me. I’m not sure I’d believe myself, but Toby has seen it too. Char, you know the women who ran this place? Lily and um...”
“Minerva?”
“They’re in the mirrors.”
Silence hangs. “What do you mean, ‘in the mirrors’?”
“I don’t even know what I mean. But they’re still here. Like ghosts or spirits or psychic echoes or something. Toby saw one of them in the gym, and I was just downstairs and I saw them. I talked to them.”
Charlotte examines Mel. She’s dead serious. Charlotte has no response and lets Mel continue. “Look, you know how Alex talked about spells to make life eternal or something? I know, it sounds ridiculous. But I saw them. Both of them. They come out when people are being sexy. Every time they appear, it’s near someone thinking about sex or having it. I made them appear downstairs by fingering myself. And they just showed up and I could talk to them. And they watched.”
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