Lotus Valley
Copyright© 2025 by Dylan Dekker
Chapter 4
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
“So the boys would just do what you say?” Charlotte asks as she soaks. “All the time?”
“Not all the time. Many of our female residents preferred when they didn’t.” Minerva chuckles, softly but full of implication, but her mouth remains curled into an emotionless frown.
“I don’t want to hurt Alex.”
“Nobody expects you to.”
She bites her thumbnail. “It’s just that we watched this documentary. Did you guys have movies in your time?”
“We did.”
“Well, they made a movie about this place.”
Minerva raises a curious eyebrow. “A movie about us?”
“A documentary. Like a news movie, kind of? Anyway, it was all about all the stuff women did to men. Like hurting and degrading them. I don’t want to do that to Alex cause I love him.”
Minerva takes a long, thoughtful drag of her cigarette. “Yes, that was common here. But not all of our guests used their males in such a manner.”
“Really? So it’s OK if, at the party tonight, I don’t want to hit Alex? Or let anybody else do it?”
“Of course. He’s yours. Nobody will violate the rules you set for him.”
She breathes a heavy sigh of relief. “Good. Because I don’t like all that stuff.” She swirls a finger in her bath water. “But...”
“Yes?”
Charlotte smiles mischievously. “I like how he’s been since we got here. He’s attentive and sweet and takes care of me. And I guess I kind of like it that he does what I tell him.”
“Who wouldn’t?”
“I don’t know. It’s weird for me. I’m not that kind of girl. I don’t like to make decisions. Or, I didn’t used to. Being in charge used to scare me. I would just think about all the things I could do wrong.”
“Because that’s how you naturally are, or because that’s how men have told you to be?”
“Oh. That’s, um, that’s deep.” It takes Charlotte a long time to answer. She tries to think back to her childhood, to moments when she asserted herself and was usually shot down. A memory floats by of when she was little and objected to a choice about the Christmas decorations. She didn’t like that the reindeer display included Rudolph, as she’d just learned he wasn’t one of the original eight. Her brother told her not to say anything about it to dad. “I don’t know. Maybe a little of both.”
Minerva, in the mirror, sits on the edge of the bathtub. Charlotte looks to her left at the empty space. This is weird. “Charlotte, have you heard of Hatshepsut?”
“That name sounds kind of familiar. I think Alex might have mentioned it. Does it have something to do with Howard Carter?”
“He discovered her tomb, yes, years before Tutankhamun’s. She happens to be a hero of mine. She was a pharaoh.”
“I didn’t realize women could be pharaohs.”
“They couldn’t. Not before her. Her stepson inherited the throne from her husband, but he was only 2 years old, so Hatshepsut was given temporary political power until he came of age. But she was such an effective queen that Egypt’s patriarchal power structure actually agreed to make her a full co-ruler with the boy. She built up the country and negotiated trade, and she put qualified people in positions of power instead of practicing nepotism.”
“I guess she knew what it was like to work for something and have someone less deserving get it.” Charlotte blushes and sinks into the tub a little more, hiding her smile. That’s the kind of observation about society that Mel makes.
“Oh, quite so. You, me, and her. Three different centuries, same problems for women. Well, like all pharaohs, she had monuments of herself built. Tall obelisks and sprawling temples. In many, she’s depicted as a man.” Minerva smokes. “And then, upon her death, her stepson began to erase her record. He took down her monuments and had her name removed from official documents. He erased her from history, as if she never existed.”
“Because she was a woman?”
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